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The Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery & Flower Gifting ¡H¡ NetworK
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OMG! Jacques'! David .. rather RUBINI posted earlier a newsletter that this Jacques O'Neill weirdo is actually MCK the "faux Liberace"! Is this true? Will Bart Ell post here maybe? I cannot seem to get on to EllGab. I wonder what gives? One thing Rubini I know is big on is FE. I have to say it is worth a gander. Scary!
Jackstar = Bart Ell is just more madman nonsense. Bart Ell posted a lot on RubiniGab.
Rubini is certainly big on pushing FE. He uses this to test the gullibility of others.
RUBINI newsletter? That would be interesting to dissect.
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Bart Ell posted a lot on RubiniGab.
The REAL Bart Ell, though?
That is the question.
Rubini is certainly big on pushing FE.
Excuse my ignorance, but what on earth is "FE"?
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RUBINI newsletter? That would be interesting to dissect.
What would it comprise of, though?
I've never witnessed a more out of touch, supposed "content creator" in all my days.
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Will Bart Ell post here maybe?
Never.
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Excuse my ignorance, but what on earth is "FE"?
Flat Earth. That was his Next Big Thing for a while, then lately he’s said some derogatory things about it. This was going to go in my Rogue Producer Thesis but I think with producer types it matters little whether they personally subscribe to anything, but that they mold a potentially popular talent or idea with their grubby little hands to appeal to as many people as possible, at least according to their lights.
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Flat Earth.
(https://media.giphy.com/media/2JknOsKNOGUwM/giphy.gif)
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The REAL Bart Ell, though?
That is the question.
Looks like Bart. Smells like Rubini. Could have been a complete sock show.
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5mwJ - 10Apr21 — Brand Central Station
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3tsIfqDND4&t=463s
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5mwJ - 10Apr21 — Brand Central Station
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3tsIfqDND4&t=463s
Speak of the dribble. Thanx for the redirect.
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Speak of the dribble. Thanx for the redirect.
You're most welcome, Laser.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guq20Ft_dek
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djU37sErx-w
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzvDtehWluE
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The Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery & Flower Gifting ¡H¡ NetworK
#Official (https://twitter.com/_n_Jack)
Scusi, mille regretie
W***********
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Note that the NetworK remains largely & essentially offline due to scheduled, perfectly normal & regular, totally routine maintenance issues and mandatory licencing requirements. (Also there are challenging problems with certain internationally recognized treaties and their signatories over certain Questions of Spelling. G-d Bless S0urcerores & #Our Troops.) Here's a couple of sippy cups: go have a drink with someone you care for. You can all & each take turns hammering Refresh like a crack monkey on the banana button board. It's alright. No one will judge. We've all been there. Welcome to my Me Party.
It's gonna take some time and inclination to get these 11.11 gigawatts back up to 55 miles per hour. It's not an ideal speed, but it's the target I have been given a mandate for, and, G-ddammit, my life has meaning. I'm not an animal, I am not just going to cover myself in greasy peanuts and roll around on the keyboard while frantically barking at the mic like a spastic elephant seal.
That's already storyboarded out for Season 3. Meanwhile: stay tuned stoned.
THUNDERDOME PROTOCOL
IS BEST PROTOCOL
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Note that the NetworK remains largely & essentially offline due to scheduled, perfectly normal & regular, totally routine maintenance issues and mandatory licencing requirements.
I stand by this statement, with the added caveat that iOS and iPhones in general are neither to my benefit, efficiency, nor liking.
I’m fine! Thanks for asking. Happy birthday to HEZZY!
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I’m fine! Thanks for asking. Happy birthday to HEZZY!
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1399472594890285057
It's still May here.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1399472594890285057
It's still May here.
Good shit, Jacko. Midnight City is a nice ethereal groove, and listening to it sober would rob it of its true potential. :D
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https://youtu.be/U5R-_O5NB2A
Good shit, Jacko.
I like how it turned out. I think it's really good and I'm really proud of it.
Midnight City
CALL NINE ONE ONE NOW
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https://youtu.be/U5R-_O5NB2A
I like how it turned out. I think it's really good and I'm really proud of it.
CALL NINE ONE ONE NOW
SYNOPSIS:
Jack reminisces with an old friend from Pioneer Square who has fleeting moments of near lucidity.
Jack carries on in his usual frenzied way hoping to get his money's worth from the poor sot's effort.
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SYNOPSIS:
Jack reminisces with an old friend from Pioneer Square who has fleeting moments of near lucidity.
Jack carries on in his usual frenzied way hoping to get his money's worth from the poor sot's effort.
Ouch!
Hey, we're all individually accountable for those we choose to engage in our lives. Perhaps, Jacko's guiding him towards a better outcome. After all, the poor saps barely lucid.
It's far more likely an outcome that he'd get hit by another train had Jackstar not partaken in the affairs of that evening.
;) Happy Day, Cat Smile.
(https://i.imgur.com/a4OKHbU.gif)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1400684724620697600
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https://youtu.be/8Vd7qi9i1DE
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https://youtu.be/8Vd7qi9i1DE
What? That was it? Makes Miller look like a marathon man.
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What? That was it? Makes Miller look like a marathon man.
I have an actual life, People.
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I have an actual life, People.
Enjoy what you have, Grapevision. This won't be published on the regular ever again. I've been repurposed.
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I've been repurposed.
Some people have way too much free time. I was going to fire this up again tonight, but now I've decided... well, I think you all have heard enough.
Off in the distance, however, there are banshees who may well seem to disagree. I'll be in my soundproof isolation booth if anyone needs Me.
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https://youtu.be/aluI6Ha4T18
New Content Overseer
#Official
#SendNoFlowers
What? That was it? Makes Miller look like a marathon man.
Well, he is safe. Kudos.
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New Content Overseer
#Official
#SendNoFlowers
Someone said you were really into flowers
(https://i.postimg.cc/fTn5YtCY/Scary-Flowers-1-1.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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Someone said you were really into flowers
Yes, I was, but then my network pitch for my new show “The Four Year Flower Plan” went into the s******—My flow charts couldn't pass the spell checker at the printer, and that f***** up my whole powerpoint presentation. I'm still broken up over it.
New Content Overseer
#Official
Jesus saves, but spooks archive. Huzzah!
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Also: I drink now. Fuck you, A.A.
« Reply #244 on: Today at 11:53:53 »It's not red kryptonite, but it's close.
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https://youtu.be/mtRdtoJxZeQ
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https://youtu.be/mtRdtoJxZeQ
I'm your 1st thumbs-up. Hee-hee. ;)
Luv you, Jackstar. :-*
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https://youtu.be/mtRdtoJxZeQ
Well, it was better than some of Anthony's road trips.
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I'm your 1st thumbs-up.
I'm getting a lot of requests for what I have to offer—but all I got left right are these dying embers.
Give it time.
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Give it time.
https://voca.ro/1o7mqkd9AKJc
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https://mobile.twitter.com/_n_jack
The Mastery In Broadcasting Content DElivery Network hereby disavows any Knowledge of Alphabet Activity.
Nevertheless, that jafd... is one badass monster fellow. New here right, right? I like the cut of his gib and chives—purple, not cheese.
Film at eleventy squalenillion. Dollars.
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The Mastery In Broadcasting Content DElivery Network hereby disavows any Knowledge of Alphabet Activity.
https://youtu.be/7dIcpCMZtWo
Okay, I'm not going to lie: maybe... just maybe... I might have noticed just a couple of unusual things happening over the years. But what do I know? I was born in The Week Of The Needle Junky. I'm probably just hallucinating again. Hey, can you spare me 5 bucks? (I don't mean just one of you, I mean ALL OF YOU. Line up, over there by the pile of empty violin and cello cases.) I'll give it right back... I just need it for a “time travel” thing.
Yeah, that's the ticket. Maybe you want a hamburger while I'm out? NO, YOU DON'T. *SLAM.*
There.
Now. I think that was the last one.
I think we're alone now. It's about time I explain to you all why I've gathered you here together on this day.
But first... let's go to the mall. AB is just about ready for a close-up. Say “pomegranite,” Cheese Dick.
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Okay, I'm not going to lie: maybe... just maybe... I might have noticed just a couple of unusual things happening over the years.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1413976693455216642
Don't call it a comeback—but if you do, spell it with some mustard.
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https://youtu.be/7dIcpCMZtWo
Okay, I'm not going to lie: maybe... just maybe... I might have noticed just a couple of unusual things happening over the years. But what do I know? I was born in The Week Of The Needle Junky. I'm probably just hallucinating again. Hey, can you spare me 5 bucks? (I don't mean just one of you, I mean ALL OF YOU. Line up, over there by the pile of empty violin and cello cases.) I'll give it right back... I just need it for a “time travel” thing.
Yeah, that's the ticket. Maybe you want a hamburger while I'm out? NO, YOU DON'T. *SLAM.*
There.
Now. I think that was the last one.
I think we're alone now. It's about time I explain to you all why I've gathered you here together on this day.
But first... let's go to the mall. AB is just about ready for a close-up. Say “pomegranite,” Cheese Dick.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51loZxZ0XKY&t=117s
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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jumps over Rubini's shtick!
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Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jumps over Rubini's shtick!
Depicted artwork coming soon!
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https://youtu.be/aluI6Ha4T18
(https://media.giphy.com/media/oLHaxZoXbcU6Y/giphy.gif)
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Great work, Jack!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=324P6XQWW8w
jest kidding
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Great work, Jack!
https://youtu.be/MXgwG_vyrCo
Stop. You're too kind. Remember to tip your bunkmate; you're here... all weak.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1419032310599487488
https://youtu.be/OP_mA0VI7QM
You people are bad at volunteer marketing. “The ‘Blitz’?” More like “The ‘Plotz’,” amirite?
ILUTYTTIE,II
ILMLAAWI
88/77≠55/56
mk-U/ic
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1419032310599487488
https://youtu.be/OP_mA0VI7QM
You people are bad at volunteer marketing. “The ‘Blitz’?” More like “The ‘Plotz’,” amirite?
ILUTYTTIE,II
ILMLAAWI
88/77≠55/56
mk-U/ic
Pear-a-dime?
Pare-a-dime?
Pair-a-dime?
Can you spare a dime?
If that's too much, you can spare the cheery condescension.
Not all of us are masochists.
Some of us are mildly retarded autistic pussies.
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Your simulcast is a taste of the impeccable, a window to Valhalla.
Please, take this. And run far away from me. All these pieces and promises, and left behinds-- If only I could see...
Take it. Please.
Because? Where I'm going, I must travel light.
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Dude, we're on Asgard. I can't hear you. All these angels singing “hallelujah, hallelujah” all day, 24/7, it's driving me nuts. Still, it's a great place to get away from it all, especially indoor plumbing, exterior lighting, and falsifiable accountability.
Let me tell you, when one's girlfriend comes down from Asgard to bring you up to Asgard so one can tell her that one is going to divorce her, and she doesn't immediately behead you, you know you've made it.
Having said that, I... can... say no more. It's brutal up here, fuck the jungle. Guess how bad I want to talk about it. Go on... guess.
You didn't like my debrief anyway. None of you did. I'll be in the shower crying if anybody needs me, a-bloo-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo.
Some of us are mildly retarded autistic pussies.
Some of you are even mildly entertaining. Kudos.
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I'm getting a lot of requests for what I have to offer—but all I got left right are these dying embers.
Give it time.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1428901175818997765 (https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1428901175818997765)
https://youtu.be/E5lpfMYVNmg (https://youtu.be/E5lpfMYVNmg)
I told you... that you would believe, this elephant can fly. But if I had told you that it was an elephant that could breathe fire, well... look, look, read, read: I AM UNDER DURESS. I'm fired.
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https://youtu.be/o2BNpK01eww
I'm on hiatus again. Think you're tired of getting jerked around? Try being incessantly put on hiatus with a hiatal hernia. (Still, this is better than all those G—ddamned scoliosis checks.)
So for this one, just listen to the song and imagine me talking to you in your head with brain telepathy for 5 minutes. Patent pending. Might want to put the song on a repeat too, I might end up going a little long.
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BELLGABBLINGS
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100072289472813
We ride.
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BELLGABBLINGS
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100072289472813
We ride.
Deplorables, reprobates and incorrigibles NOT allowed.
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Deplorables, reprobates and incorrigibles NOT allowed.
If you only knew, how good it made me feel, to realize that you felt that you had to expressly forbade any such participation... Well. You probably wouldn't have posted in here at all.
\o/
HOOAH
p.s.: content dropping in a bit. Hang on, let me pull the (blank) out of the crook of my (blank) first.
p.p.s.: Yeah, I know... but, I just like the way it looks there. Don't rush me.
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If you only knew, how good it made me feel, to realize that you felt that you had to expressly forbade any such participation... Well. You probably wouldn't have posted in here at all.
Only speaking for myself.
(https://i.postimg.cc/DzWvbd9G/KAT.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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Increasing reports of increasingly larger numbers of natives showing tell–tale signs of increasing levels of nervousness, trepidation, and/or anxiety. It may be time for an emergency 5 Minutes. (The sounds of drums have NOT resumed, and as You know: We do NOT have a quorum, Proper... or otherwise.)
Nevertheless: My memory & commitment to discipline remain secure. We ride.
Tower.
5:5.
And, can somebody get me reports from (CENSORED)Gab, or (CLASSIFIED)Gab, or even (PROT)Gab? You can just mail them, the usual way. (Thanks in advance.) Looks like something exciting is going down... of course I'm not invited! Why, this one time, this one chick I was dating (Bah, dating? It was strictly Platonic parasitic), she asked me if, I had ever heard of Discord—like, on the radio, have I ever even heard of it? I don't know, let me check my diary—and when I told her, “yeah but I don't use it,” and when asked why, I answered: “it's dangerous,” she just turned and walked away, like I didn't even count. Like I was nuttin’. Like I didn't even count, or even could count. Now, how many months ago was that? Let me take off one of my boots and a sock so I can count that high. I'm going to count so f****** high, now that I can see my toes.)
Encryption is so unnecessary these days. /XXex. You know what else is dangerous? Dischord.
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Only speaking for myself.
Look, look, Reed, read: there it is, there it is... a consensus.
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Nevertheless: My memory & commitment to discipline remain secure. We ride.
Tower. (identifying structural points)?
5:5.
Sep 10 2020
4663
Anonymous ID: 8ce486
So a circle within the square? (Jackstar's avatar).
>>10597753
Program hits 32 identifying structural points. (Jackstar's "Tower" ).
If 20% of those points fail to 'hit' program passes as safe.
5:5?
Q
This is just coincidence. Right, Jackstar? Right?? ? :o
::) ;) ;D
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5:5.
Encryption is so unnecessary these days. /XXex. You know what else is dangerous? Dischord.
3750
Q !!Hs1Jq13jV6 ID: b6d605 No.7599466 📁
Dec 23 2019 11:58:17 (EST)
https://www.foxnews.com/politics/trump-citizens-executive-order-census-count📁
Why are [D]s attempting to block the counting of 'illegal' immigrants?
2 + 2 = 4
What is the total number of illegal immigrants currently in the US?
What is the 'real' total number of illegal immigrants currently in the US?
By flooding coastal States controlled by [D]s does this 'pull' votes out of the Heartland?
At what point will your voice and your vote become null and void?
5:5?
Q
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Sep 10 2020
4663
Anonymous ID: 8ce486
So a circle within the square? (Jackstar's avatar).
This is just coincidence. Right, Jackstar? Right?? ? :o
::) ;) ;D
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(Jackstar's "Tower" ).
If this Tower turns out to be My tower... y'all can expect me to be every bit as happy as everybody at the end of Caddyshack was, except for the Judge, Smails, and his cunty bishop friend.
Enough for most of you for the least of reasons, will be that I will be extraordinarily surprised, and I will allow the peasants among you to observe my surprise in public. Don't be eating your own dick like the great John McAffee once rashly promised... Oh, by the way, what happened to the penis course of the anti-virus banquet? Did somebody eat that dick already? Did they save it in the freezer? Did they get a doggie bag for John McAffee’s dick? I'm not just looking for gossip, this is culturally relevant to my interests.
I'm just saying I would totally get dibs on that thing. I'd even trade a couple foil Reyas. Just for a piece of the tip; get serious! of course he faked his death, who the fuck doesn't, Sam Kinison, David Bowie, David Attenborough, David Northrop, what the f*** is it with all these guys named “David” faking their death? Well... the sniper probably was named “Dave.”
As a courteous reminder, I'll remind you of this: it's a lot harder to fake someone else's death then it is to fake your own, but it's basically impossible to fake breaking somebody's femur by accident. Let that sink in.
Femurs, penii, duffle bags filled with big black dildos. What do these three things have in common?
Answer: THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN ALL OF THEM COMBINED.
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An image so obviously capable of being animated, it begs the question... why isn't it?
StrMtn... You of all people know exactly why I'm using that picture. You playin'. Kudos.
Now: buy me a new clitmouse. Your Emperor commands us, I don't have any problem obeying... do you? Think it over, The Spec Sheet should be on soon.
And until exigent and emergent circumstances are appropriately dealt with, that's about all you're getting out of me. Guess what? Busy. I am, that I am.
I should see what the other lone wolf looks like. In my dreams I've seen a 40-foot yacht standing 500 ft tall in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
And, it needed at least 39 pedicures. Steps. Sippy cups. Whatevah.
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An image so obviously capable of being animated, it begs the question... why isn't it?
(https://i.postimg.cc/vZLJy4T0/s-487ed3abde6828c6e0d7a923021e5d33e3790548.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Now you're cookin'.
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bump
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bump
See, now, if I actually had drugs, it wouldn't be taking so long.
I'll probably get to it today. Thanks for the promote.
+1. Kudos.
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https://youtu.be/S6lT329XyBM
See, now, if I actually had drugs, it wouldn't be taking so long.
I'll probably get to it today. Thanks for the promote.
+1. Kudos.
(https://i.imgflip.com/5lwixm.jpg)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1434269704613339139?t=sd4fA88XDshK8mu_He7_Aw
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack
The Magick In Broadcasting Seaden
IS
*performing required cookie database upgrades"
Stand by. Stay hungry.
But mostly just... stand by.
(Sippy cups will be not be provided. GROW UP)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack
The Magick In Broadcasting Seaden
IS
*performing required cookie database upgrades"
https://youtu.be/IlJ52uzOcsI
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https://youtu.be/S6lT329XyBM
(https://i.imgflip.com/5lwixm.jpg)
(https://i.postimg.cc/7Y3XJ1xn/download.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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https://youtu.be/IlJ52uzOcsI
An hour of this shit? Someone should shoot him.
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Someone should shoot him.
On Mon, Sep 6, 2021 at 3:29 AM A Fruit <SEVENTEENYEARS@icloud.com> wrote:
Dear Michael Kuczi,
I could have stayed away.
You could have said, we don’t have a chance anymore and
I will spit in your face pull your hair and throw you down in the street as soon as hug kiss or say I love you Grapefruit.
I asked you so many times to just tell me if you wanted me to come over or not.
I’m horrified at what you have become.
I’m completely certain that whoever you were before you have changed so much as to be unrecognizable to me any longer.
I love you and I have never stopped loving you.
I miss you and the way we were.
I’m convinced that you are not the same man anymore
and I don’t know how the sweet pacifist Qlergy elk spirit Walker I met became the scummy douche that pulled my hair threw me down twice and spit in my face 3 times while drinking in his driveway!
So here’s my goodbye.
I’m done
and I gave you multiple chances
to get back to being loving and affectionate with me.
It’s obvious you are a man who will be violent with me.
Pacifist my ass!
You had no reason to chase me and pull my hair.
Not even close to pacifism!
You are a bully!
I refuse to see you ever again.
Violence has no place in my heart.
We are through and I am sure that was your intention by doing and saying the terrible things you did.
I am not going to allow you to come here again
but I will arrange for you to have your things returned
as I expect that same from you and without having to see each other anymore.
If you have any new romance
get some class
and don’t bully a woman don’t fight her and pull her hair !
You are a real big man who fights like a girl on steroids and pcp.
It was not supposed to be this way!
I’m one woman, not some tri -part being,
and I am going to be loved without violence.
If you are still in regular communication with the man who assaulted me
, it’s apparent he has brainwashed you and recruited you to assault me again! Do you deny it?
I never saw you as an abusive type
so I guess you were really sneaky
or you have just become this way.
I can’t put more time and thought to this though. End of the line.
You truly were the best lover and the love of my life until you became the monster.
Ce la vie
Please seek help for your mental illness. You should not keep so much anger in your heart.
With love and sorrow,
(PROT)
Sent from my iPhone
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DO IT. DON'T TRY. DO IT. FUCKING CLAP, MOTHERFUCKER. (Ye were warned about the fallout. Ye were all warned about the inexorable spread across The Land. *BOOM*
tl;dr, The actor hired to play Grapefruit has gone off temp, off book & and thoroughly off the res. I'd start practicing walking like a duck if I were any of you fucking losers... which, needless & needleless to say... I AM NOT.)
I am, that I am.
ILMLAAWI
https://youtu.be/sorAG6YD6nU
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Taurus horoscope for Sep 8 2021
Someone in your world may not know nearly as much as they think they know about a problem they are trying to help you with. That puts you in a position that is potentially both awkward and dangerous. If you go along with what someone tells you, it might seem easier until you discover that much of what they told you was only partially correct or even plain wrong. On the other hand, Taurus, if you question them, they could become defensive. However, winding up making a big and unnecessary mistake could be far more traumatic than bruising someone's ego.
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Copyright (c) The DailyHoroscope by Comitic
http://comitic.com/horoscope
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BELLGABBLINGS
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100072289472813
We ride.
+1 (360) 348-5095
+1 (360) 912-3290
+1 (360) 842-1855
LIGHT THEM
ALLHOSE WAY UP
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LIGHT THEM
ALLHOSE WAY UP
I don't hear any sirens. Then again, courtesy of these Bose Noise–canceling Wireless headphones, I really never do, except when striking from higher ground.
https://youtu.be/ryUiqr0Uaxc
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https://youtu.be/I2dF0mHR38M
I honestly think this one is really good and I'm proud of it. It holds up well as a cultural document. Now, give me my Pulitzer, so I can afford more needles and dope.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1436158112080150557
This marketing is getting too complicated for me. I can't hardly keep up with my social media.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1436158112080150557
This marketing is getting too complicated for me. I can't hardly keep up with my social media.
My Kingdom for a Quorum
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My Kingdom for a Quorum
I hear Streamyard is nice. Or Zoom.
What was it… Beanpole? Beanpod? Bean counter? The only counter to pacifism is to surrender.
CQNFESS.
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(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D6POKdqUYAAfwVN.jpg)
tl;Dr: BLOCKED.
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(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/D6POKdqUYAAfwVN.jpg)
tl;Dr: BLOCKED.
Nothing to read. I've seen this movie, multiple times. ;) ;D
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https://youtu.be/I2dF0mHR38M
I honestly think this one is really good and I'm proud of it. It holds up well as a cultural document. Now, give me my Pulitzer, so I can afford more needles and dope.
I totally Honor Grapefruit. She has the courage and strength to put up with you.
God Bless You, Grapefruit!!!
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Node shutdown imminent. Cheers mates.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1440731870782623751
Node shutdown imminent. Cheers mates.
Definitions from Oxford Languages
im·mi·nent
/ˈimənənt/
adjective
1.
about to happen.
"they were in imminent danger of being swept away"
Similar:
impending
at hand
close
near
approaching
fast approaching
coming
forthcoming
on the way
about to happen
upon us
in store
in the offing
in the pipeline
on the horizon
in the air
in the wind
brewing
looming
looming large
threatening
menacing
expected
anticipated
in the cards
Opposite:
remote
https://youtu.be/bbey1IZ2NAw
2.
ARCHAIC
overhanging.
blah blah men in black blah blah sea blah den blah
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https://youtu.be/bbey1IZ2NAw]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWObxtw3EEY
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Ball in play.
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Do not fuck with me next month. This month isn't looking so hot either.
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Ball in play.
https://youtu.be/SCS13YSZikU
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1443133953666211846
MIB CSP: Offline.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1443346957850669058
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MIB CSP: Offline.
Break it up with a stick. It will flush.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1443346957850669058
“ This video contains content from SME, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.”
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“ This video contains content from SME, who has blocked it in your country on copyright grounds.”
Fix this shit and report back, Jack.
#YoU fuckN Tease
https://youtu.be/BjewC-eVbh8
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They blocked AC/DC. Heads will roll. I promise you that.
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Fix this shit and report back, Jack.
https://youtu.be/WKosHwjjwMM
#YoU fuckN Tease
Also, I handle my (CENSORED) in this one. Don't say thanks; and for the love of God, please don't clap.
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https://youtu.be/WKosHwjjwMM
Also, I handle my (CENSORED) in this one. Don't say thanks; and for the love of God, please don't clap.
That’s a prosthetic Dick, you prick!
Asking you to turn down the satire is like demanding Mickey Mouse stop talking like a drunk, pubescent transexual. Therefore, excuse me if I choose to refrain from pre-conceptualized assumptions concerning future outcomes.
#Some men you just can't reach.
That being said, I do appreciate the message.
((Clapping)) 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
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Asking you to turn down the satire is like demanding Mickey Mouse stop talking like a drunk, pubescent transexual. Therefore, excuse me if I choose to refrain from pre-conceptualized assumptions concerning future outcomes.
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#PWNED
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Break it up with a stick. It will flush.
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I think the word is snark. One of the many DVR's desensitised and depopularised the concept of "satire."
How did he do this, you ask? By attempting to mask targeted harrassment as quote unquote satire.
That's how.
N.E. Way: #Carrion
as you were
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How did he do this, you ask? By attempting to mask targeted harrassment as quote unquote satire.
Okay yes but my artwork is actually satirical. Let's get back to the part where we're talking about me. I'm not harassing anybody. I've never harassed anybody. I always quit when served with court papers and/or a visit from the local constabulary.
I'm the perfect gentleman. Now, sell me some roofies.
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Okay yes but my artwork is actually satirical. Let's get back to the part where we're talking about me. I'm not harassing anybody. I've never harassed anybody. I always quit when served with court papers and/or a visit from the local constabulary.
I'm the perfect gentleman. Now, sell me some roofies.
Hah!
(https://i.postimg.cc/52X8mwNs/Surprise.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Sell me a bridge while you're at it.
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Look, let me be clear: the roofies are for me.
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Look, let me be clear: the roofies are for me.
I see - I thought you were living under a bridge and needed a nice warm place for the winter.
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I see - I thought you were living under a bridge
I am the bridge.
and needed a nice warm place for the winter.
I am that as well.
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http://vocaroo.com/1nW9JcI5cqhQ
I'm tired. I have a headache.
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http://vocaroo.com/1nW9JcI5cqhQ
I'm tired. I have a headache.
Apparently. ::)
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http://vocaroo.com/1nW9JcI5cqhQ
I'm tired. I have a headache.
As you should be, sir. I can't even imagine the upkeep of two wives, an actress, and a scoundrel.
However, when it cums to playing games, bitch.
#Checkmate
Shhhh, we shall •••.
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#Checkmate
Dude. There's no checkmate in tummysticks. Get serious.
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Dude. There's no checkmate in tummysticks. Get serious.
Seriously? It must be nice navigating that (silly tummysticks) false paradigm.
#Kudos to fictitious reality
We can both play in this paradigm, yes? Bwah ha ha ha!
I’ll meet you at the peripheral of conscience awareness then.
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I’ll meet you at the peripheral of conscience awareness then.
Are there shrews there? Roll the dice to see if I'm getting hepatitis.
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We can both play in this paradigm, yes? Bwah ha ha ha!
(https://www.nme.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/Tina_Turner_Mad_Max_Thunderdome-1068x678.jpg)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1444857274279682053
https://youtu.be/EOzxNA38BXc
Semper fi.
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https://youtu.be/EOzxNA38BXc
This was actually something.
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Taurus Daily Horoscope
by Tarot.com Astrologers
October 4, 2021: Creative expression can be rewarding for you at this time. You are in a good position to catch the vague vibes that are floating around in the collective and corral them into physical form. Don't feel like you have to create a masterpiece -- it could be as simple as a particularly clever meme for social media. Either way, your artwork may resonate with the people around you, as they feel like you said what everyone was already thinking. Enjoy your 15 minutes of fame.
This was actually something.
I still am. /flex
(Autographed 8"x10" glossies of my boogers from 3 and 1/2 years ago are available upon request. US$5—cheap!!! I won't sign any photos of me in the bathtub, though. Fuck you people—I have standards, I have class... and I happen to have a lot more pictures of my old boogers than I do pictures of me naked in a bathtub.
Company policy.)
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https://www.instagram.com/reel/CUlPguGhfsI/?utm_medium=copy_link
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This will be the time of the day of the future in which I will publish. I don't care what time zone it is on your end. It's going to be now.
I'm still a little behind. Patience is a virtue. You guys should see my koi pond. It's f****** sick. I'm going to get one of those statues of a little boy pissing into it.
And a paintball gun. Guests will be able to come by, and, for a very reasonable fee of just five American dollars, take a shot to shoot him, right in his little stone dick.
THERE WILL BE NO REFUNDS. *click*
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I'm still a little behind.
(https://i.imgflip.com/4lqcso.jpg)
Semper fi. Upgrade my mustard
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Look, just stop building statues to Me, & get to work on finishing The Crazy Horse Monument. I don't need a statue. I'm touched by the offers, though, and I'm greatly appreciative for those of us who just had the advantage of starting early.
I'll get back to you on this. #Peace
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get to work on finishing The Crazy Horse Monument.
Well? It is not as though you’re all so busy with anything else even remotely as important. Chop-chop & *snap* *crackle*, Fuck-O’s.
Production will return. The Q will not follow, and ewe need not call it a co-
Jesus, really? Fuck, Jesus says I can’t say that. Not because it profane. Not because it’s rough for me to say. No, it’s because somebody’s too cheap to give LL Cool J 50 bucks after I say don’t call her to come back. There I just did it right? Oh, context matters, does it. I thought “consent” mattered. Which one is fucking “King” again?
Why the fuck did I get myself in the situation? Oh right to help grandpa wishes of a cute little 10-year-old boy. Or was he nine? I will be completely honest I don’t give a flying fuck how old that kid was I got one job on this planet and that job is granting wishes and I don’t care how old he was he said he wanted to do something so I figured I’d help it out.
AND I DID. Some other wishes got granted too. I’ll tell you what I wish for, my wish is that You Punylings would figure out how to solve your own problems and stop wishing for shit all the time.
I also wish that Grapefruit could come home sooner and not have to stay for so long in protective custody. I’m not gonna lie, it’s not that I miss her so much, I do, I do get to see you quite often but it’s not the same, but the problem I’m seeing is that if she stays in protective custody for this long… I don’t know if David Victorola Rubiniodolomioabramovitx is going to have enough money left in his Bikey Pank to cover the whole fucking thing, and believe me—that fucker is paying for fucking everything.
Hi Keith! Hey can you loan me 20 bucks? I’m out of beer. Thanks, you’re a mensch.
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Production will return. The Q will not follow
Okay, I'm back. THINGS Must have been pretty well handled, The Dragon Lord is gone (B.F.F.), The Tall Man had been here (and he's likely to be back before Q is again; COUNT on BOTH), and I found my golem in my kitchen cooking me pizza rolls. I didn't think I even had any pizza rolls. I asked, thinking there might be a portal in my freezer, but no, Golem said: "Just to be nice," in response to my obvious query, "holy Jesus f*** no what the f*** are you doing f****** f****** pizza rolls?"
I shit you not. My hand to God. Don't call me "Iron Sourceror." I think it sounds stupid.
*sigh* but then again, so do I.
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Okay, I'm back. THINGS
It's quiet. Too quiet. The sounds of the salmon smokers have stopped.
I AM OK though. Thanks for asking! Powder dry... eyes wet. Don't ask where I've been.
That's probably tomorrow’s shift. Please, God
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probably tomorrow’s shift. Please, God
Licensing negotiations with #TheSlanderettes are proving themselves completely untenable. It's not just too tense—It's been that, for Quite some time. And it's not just two tents—there's enough fabric and furniture here to house an entire platoon plus re-create PT Barnum's Big Top.
What we've got here—what's slowing me down—what's slowing everything down—is two 2/10s. This wasn't in my contract. This wasn't planned for in any expansion. This is your problem.
I won't be back to fix it later. Count on it. Semper fi? Semper ROT.
(Referee: IN_CONTROL)
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Licensing negotiations with #TheSlanderettes are proving themselves completely untenable. It's not just too tense—It's been that, for Quite some time. And it's not just two tents—there's enough fabric and furniture here to house an entire platoon plus re-create PT Barnum's Big Top.
What we've got here—what's slowing me down—what's slowing everything down—is two 2/10s. This wasn't in my contract. This wasn't planned for in any expansion. This is your problem.
I won't be back to fix it later. Count on it. Semper fi? Semper ROT.
(Referee: IN_CONTROL)
C'mon man, we're at least a 2.7 ... like the base of a natural logjam approaching infinity.
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I'm busy. GFY.
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I'm busy.
Believe me: I would love to talk about it. However, I have class.
GFY.
See? Class (https://www.unknowncountry.com/headline-news/a-clinic-in-the-netherlands-is-curing-crippling-phobias-with-a-single-pill/).
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I'm busy. GFY.
BOOOOOO!!!
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Year zero.
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Year zero.
Do I got to do the mashup? I'm busy.
I have an actual life, People. I got better things to do than Punysit.
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Do I got to do the mashup? I'm busy.
I have an actual life, People. I got better things to do than Punysit.
(https://i.postimg.cc/htH9x5R4/ZC.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/Hr9c13LF)
WE KNOW.
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Taurus horoscope for Oct 28 2021
Someone you may be dealing with now does not seem to know the difference between right and wrong. They may be doing something that you see as wrong, Taurus, but you could be trying to rationalize this issue. You are a fair person, and you want to believe that this is just a problem that is based on a lack of knowledge or experience, rather than believing there could be malicious intent - but there could be. It's good to be fair and to try to understand, but don't rule out underhanded motives, not until you know for sure.
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Copyright (c) The DailyHoroscope by Comitic
http://comitic.com/horoscope
WE KNOW.
… What?
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https://youtu.be/YjLzgqz_XjU
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Someone you may be dealing with now does not seem to know the difference between right and wrong. They may be doing something that you see as wrong, Taurus, but you could be trying to rationalize this issue. You are a fair person, and you want to believe that this is just a problem that is based on a lack of knowledge or experience, rather than believing there could be malicious intent - but there could be. It's good to be fair and to try to understand, but don't rule out underhanded motives, not until you know for sure.
You make this shit up, right?
At least it's proofread.
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Sitting at a keyboard and typing will cause my fingers and wrists and arms to start tingling and go numb. Every morning I wake up and typically my fingertips are tingling just from the way I've been sleeping. It's been this way for years. Hauling all this smoked salmon around hasn't improved things any. Although I am very well fed. Honey and ambrosia every morning m***********.
I don't give a s*** if any of you people believe me. None of you give me any money. All of all y'all can frankly go f*** yourselves with a f****** rusty spined truncheon, I don't give a s***.
Simplify. You know a long time ago I used to wonder what it was like for our bell, why the hell would he quit, what made him quit, what the hell could cause a person to quit and then why didn't he come back What was such a f****** problem What the f*** What a f****** p****!
Okay, well; now I know what it's like. Life lesson learned! Art says Heidi thinks you're all about your f****** too.
No I don't know who Heidi is; No I'm not going to host a séance; Trust me you f****** can go f*** yourself all just too fine without one.
I'm going to go check the sheets. I've never wanted that false flag more than today. Peace out b******
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You make this shit up, right?
The one time I attribute source, I get this s***. I would ask why I even bother, but—I don't. *smack*
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The one time I attribute source, I get this s***. I would ask why I even bother, but—I don't. *smack*
Like the boy who cried WOOF.
Your reputation trails behind you like a ball and chain.
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Like the boy who cried WOOF.
Actually—it was HANGNAIL.
Your reputation trails behind you like a ball and chain.
Behind every good woman lies a trail of men; and behind every good man... lies a trail of lying women. Admit it, Sub-creature: you're just jelly.
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« Last post by Jackstar on Today at 11:23:33 AM »
IT IS NOT A TUMOR.
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Film at 11:00 EMBARGOED
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Film at 11:00 EMBARGOED
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Look, I miss You People, but I've been busy: and now, I've got a new problem.
Why is my back all sticky? Where's my wallet? Why is the window open? *A-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-boo-hoo-boo-hoo* WAAAAAH WAAAAAH
This is fine. I'm Bill–T for this. Semper fi.
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Jack says it's my fault, because I bought you beer.”
Say what you want about this woman, but know this: she can learn.
Imagine what I can teach. *CLICK.
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https://youtu.be/OZ6Ig8Pz_Z4
TOP TEN Reasons Jackstar Is Still Not Regularly Producing Content
#10: Global shortage of soluble fiber;
#09: Peg-leg acting up again;
#08: COVID-19;
#07: DAVID-19;
#06: The Geneva Convention;
#05: Ennui;
#04: NDA/NCA inertial dampening failure;
#03: Hot for teacher;
#02: conflict with certain by–laws of The Shadow Convention;
#01: Bad reaction to Legionnaire’s Disease vax.
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TOP TEN Reasons Jackstar Is Still Not Regularly Producing Content
#10: Global shortage of soluble fiber;
#09: Peg-leg acting up again;
#08: COVID-19;
#07: DAVID-19;
#06: The Geneva Convention;
#05: Ennui;
#04: NDA/NCA inertial dampening failure;
#03: Hot for teacher;
#02: conflict with certain by–laws of The Shadow Convention;
#01: Bad reaction to Legionnaire’s Disease vax.
You forgot bent penis acting up again.
Good luck with that.
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With respect,
Thank you for this work. It is much appreciated. It is my hope you could clarify a few points for me:
1) I completely avoided the implant/infection last night; I am not under any attack or artificial control. That was scary for a minute! Still—solis solid.
I hope anything like that didn't ever happen to you. It was just awful—for a minute I thought I had shields that didn't work! However, the inoculation was meant to help me, not harm me, and that's why it happened as it did.
I would understand your fear of me if you weren't able to be certain that I were telling you the truth. However, in my experience, no one—or thing, or unauthorized nanoteck—has been able to hitch a ride into my body without being noticed as being without invitation and these times were no different—unauthorized nanotech was instantly banished. Unwelcome tea party guests were shown the door. I still remain plausibly ignorant of various classified (X-CLASS) technologies; there are some things This Man does not want to know. Shrugged it all off. Like a boss Sourceror. Solis solid.
There's a new sheriff in town, and she's a real bitch, not like you at all, and she's fond of me—also, not like you at all.
However, she respects The Law, and so, probably will not have you executed for treason. (I DID PUT IT IN A GOOD WORD. -K)
Now, it's 10 minutes after 11:11 and I was totally writing to you but Rayne’s tulpa came out here and had word for me. This is my area. This is why they pay me the big bucks.
And you know damn well: to clean the rain, We aren't the same person. This is Michael-I'm a Sourcerer-I (blank) you.
And he's not scary, because he's in my Large Lodge Book. And I'm not scary because I AM Book. I forgot all the classified genenames you gave me. I only get to remember those when I'm not writing a public bulletin, or when I'm wearing one of those adorable little sweaters that your ancestral grandmothers knitted for my (blank). Company policy.
I'll get back to you on this later. I'm working on a deal. Know that your efforts in this regard are continuing to be appreciated.
Solis solid.
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
MCK
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All typographical errors are to be blamed on The Quincunx.
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It was one hell of a party that I declined my invitation to... I simply preferred to not let my mother die alone or with an android simulacrum instead of the real Me.
No regrets. I like it here. However, it would seem that my stubborn refusal to let an android simulacrum assume my form and take my place in society has had... consequences.
Out of respect for the dead, I should probably not demand (blank) in exchange for staying silent, but I will anyway. That being said, no one is paying me anything.
You're a bunch of cheap bastards on this (blank), you know? Now, I gotta go knock over a gas station, buy some milk, and go back home.
Or, maybe I'll record my voice. I'll let the Groundbreaker decide.
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Or, maybe I'll record my voice. I'll let the Groundbreaker decide.
She's CONVINCED that I am hiding something from her. Imagine the difficulties presented to her psyche as I am totally... not.
I'll listen to your messages—with her—shortly, as I have figured out my connectivity problem for the time being, and look forward to seeing what the both of you had and have to say!
This sucks, I won't lie... still, she's the best woman I've ever met, and all of all y'all ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
No podcast from me, obviously. On the bright side, I know how Art Bell felt and what kind of thing could happen to make someone walk off from his show.
I was curious, it killed my cat... but, satisfaction brought her back.
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😂🍪LULZ🍪😂
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Totes busy. Be of good cheer. Also, for those of you keeping score, I can remove “get a gag order from (PROT) & (PROT)” off my bucket list.
Imagine the knock–knock jokes. Christ, I can't get anything done until this is over with, I can barely wipe my ass with both hands on a shovel, and while this ain't my first time at the rodeo, this is my first time acting as an Adjudicator.
It's a fun gig. I can see how this is how Munchausen Syndrome gets started. Can some of you out there start committing some weird Crimes Of Injured Menstrual Jurisdiction so I can have a ready excuse, justification, & legitimate Divine authority to put on these robes again? Thanks in advance—They look pretty f****** sweet on me, I'm not going to lie. It must be the hare.
That reminds me, I got to go, I got to go get my pubes waxed. Just look at my Google Calendar, obviously it sounds like I'm really busy. *click*
WE HAVE IT ALL.
WE HAVE IT NOW.
NOW GET OVER HERE AND FUCK ME FIRST—I, JACKSTAR, CRACKED YOUR CASE WHILE YOU CRACKED MY SKULL, SO FUCK YOU—AND YOUR MOTHER.
AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO. YES, THIS IS CODE. YES, THE BIRDS ARE FINE. THEY'RE CUTE EVEN. NO, I WILL NOT DROWN THEM IN THE RIVER—BUT I WILL BOIL THE F*** OUT OF THEM IN HIGH TEMP TEST PEANUT COOKING OIL, IF YOU WANT. JUST LET ME KNOW. I'M GONNA DEEP-FRY A TURKEY THIS YEAR ANYWAY.
NOT AS A THREAT—JUST FOR PRACTICE. OKAY, GOOD TALK.
SIGNED, NOT A CARPENTER. END OF LINE.
She's CONVINCED that I am hiding something from her.
Okay maybe I was hiding a little genetic mutation or something. What? How was I supposed to know that was real?
How are you?
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There's a new cosmological model out there now called, “The Cellular Earth Model.” It's totes scientific.
And because of Russian troll farms, I'm not allowed to talk about it. Cue sad trombone.
Remember: YOU ASKED FOR THIS, YOU FILTHY BAJORAN SUB-CREATURES, AND NOW YOU CAN'T HAVE IT, BECAUSE REASONS.
Or maybe I'm just lazy. You know me, always procrastinating, what is it that I'm up to now, like, year 28 or something? I guess my dad was right, I'm just useless.
You have to start with the truth. The truth is the only way that we can get anywhere. Because any decision-making that is based upon lies or ignorance can't lead to a good conclusion.”
No better than a worm, really. Dragon babies? Why, I've never heard of such a thing. Now if excuse me, I got to go, I'll be in the shower materializing and dematerializing—just for practice—if anybody needs me.
They won't. *flush*
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There's a new cosmological model out there now called, “The Cellular Earth Model.” It's totes scientific.
And because of Russian troll farms, I'm not allowed to talk about it. Cue sad trombone.
Remember: YOU ASKED FOR THIS, YOU FILTHY BAJORAN SUB-CREATURES, AND NOW YOU CAN'T HAVE IT, BECAUSE REASONS.
Or maybe I'm just lazy. You know me, always procrastinating, what is it that I'm up to now, like, year 28 or something? I guess my dad was right, I'm just useless.
No better than a worm, really. Dragon babies? Why, I've never heard of such a thing. Now if excuse me, I got to go, I'll be in the shower materializing and dematerializing—just for practice—if anybody needs me.
Are you referring to the Cellular Cosmogony of the Earth as a Concave Sphere (http://logoilibrary.com/cellular-cosmogony-do-we-live-inside-a-concave-earth/)?
(https://i.postimg.cc/FFCVHRyy/Concave-earth.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
We start our series of etexts of alternative theories of the shape of the earth with this masterpiece of pseudoscience by Cyrus Teed. Why Teed was so adamant about our entire universe being inside an 'inside-out' sphere is unknown. Martin Gardner, in Fads and Fallacies, has suggested that it was based on a desire to return to the womb, and that this psychological aspect was key in recruiting new members to Teed's belief system.
Teed, born in 1839 in upstate New York, served with the Union Army, and later became a herbalist and studied alchemy. In 1869 Teed had a vision in his laboratory, in which a beautiful woman spoke to him and revealed that he was to become a messiah, and reveal the true cosmogony to the world. Teed took the name Koresh (not to be confused with David Koresh of Waco). He preached that belief in the concavity of the Earth is equivalent to godliness. He proclaimed, "All that is opposed to Koreshanity is antichrist". After touring widely preaching Koreshanity, he settled in Chicago, and started a communal society, as well as a periodical, The Flaming Sword. Koreshanity, at its height, had a few thousand followers. In the 1890s Teed founded the town of Estero, Florida, near Ft. Meyers, and declared it the coming capital of the world. His followers prepared for eight million believers to show up. Only two hundred did.
Teed wrote a book called The Immortal Manhood, in which he taught that after his death he would rise to heaven and take all of his followers with him. Alas, when he died in 1908, nothing of the sort happened. After weeks, the county health officer finally had to step in to force the colony to bury the rotting body of their leader. Teed was buried in a tomb which was later washed out to sea in a hurricane in 1921. The Flaming Sword continued to be published until 1949, although it never mentioned that Teed had died. As a matter of fact, nowhere in this book is it mentioned that the author had been dead for fourteen years when it was published.
The Cellular Cosmogony was Teed's magnum opus. Teed propounded that the surface of the earth is concave, not convex, and that the entire universe is contained within the 25,000 mile circumference of the inside-out earth. The Sun is in the exact center of the 'cosmic egg,' 4,000 miles away, and is actually a helix. However we never see this directly, only some kind of reflection of it. The Sun is dark on one side, which produces day and night. The moon is a reflection of the Earth, and Teed believed he could see outlines of the Earth's continents and seas on it! Other astronomical phenomena are essentially optical illusions. Besides geology, he also denounces the scientific method, the Copernican theory, the atomic theory, modern chemistry, conventional surveying techniques, and last but not least, optics. Truly, 'everything you know is wrong.'
Teed and his followers devoted much time and energy to practical experiments to prove the concavity of the earth. Whether there was some deception involved, or self-deception, it is difficult to tell at this late date. Their surveying methodology and the device they used to take the measurements with (the 'rectilineator') have both been called into question.
https://sacred-texts.com/earth/cc/index.htm
https://archive.org/details/cellularcosmogo01morrgoog
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They won't. *flush*
Just use a pot of hot steaming Rubini tea, otherwise known as excrescence of Robinia pseudoacacia. Works wonders!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GP-T0wgThs
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Just use a pot of hot steaming Rubini tea,
I have a knitted tea cozy for my teapot that I left in Belarus. EMBARGO SUSTAINED.
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(Blank) is actually one of the (Blank) Fork Kids. The entire (blank) was fabricated—In other words, written—as a stage puppet show (along with many others that sound like a script held in a clique’s reserve, to be sure) in order to have this story available to swamp the Haus media with... so as to drive eyeballs away from the fake trial with the fake (Blank) who's been already lobotomized/hung, after being found guilty, at the real trial, months ago, at (Blankmo).
There are those that say this was done so that she could “get away with it,” but if you ask me, a whole lot of someone(s) didn't get away with anything, including that mouthy broad and her slimy little twerp of a partner. Who was, last I heard, some daughter, of some media mogul, and drove the twerp’s submarine. What kind of a twat could drive a submarine, anyway? Maybe I got that part wrong. Whatever.
I don't feel like talking about it though, so there won't be a new podcast from me. I'm too busy catching up with the last four episodes of Azzerae’s World.
Kid tested; Quincunx approved. Recommended.
.*7
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Just use a pot of hot steaming Rubini tea, otherwise known as excrescence of Robinia pseudoacacia. Works wonders!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GP-T0wgThs
needs moar poop scissors
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYb1tzGn1AQ
(https://i.postimg.cc/sgVQNZDw/1634262098951.jpg)
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I am so fucking stoned.
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I am so fucking stoned.
Consider this: just exactly how easy, is 1 2 3?
Step one: love to write.
Step two: write to live.
Step three: SUSPECT: BLACK MALE.
Someone hasn't thought this thing through. They really haven't. I on the other hand, knew it was going to come down to this since Officer Pott met Konstable Kettle.
And I have an eye on the other hand. Look, I know you're not happy about it, and neither am I.
But, she will be. Totes worth it. The rest of you can go limited hang-out. Me and Glenda Lim-Dul will be fine. And, ain't we a pair?
Have you asked Ted? *BANG BANG ON THE DOOR BABY*
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needs moar poop scissors
I wish I had a convoluted extortion scheme that I could cut you out of, or a team that I could fire you from, or a sister I could forbid you to associate with.
I'll settle for the certain pleasure that it brings... to know that you are a coward, and I am not.
Just what is it that you think you would say that you do around here, anyway? Irish? Haggish? Haggis? I wish I had a crew of nettlebots with nothing to do. At this point I'd send them over to see what difference it would make to check you out for a tailor’s visa.
I mean, it's got to be super serious. Do the shimmy! I like that one. It's got zazz.
CONSIDER THE POWER OF A SINGLE RASPBERRY.
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I wish I had a convoluted extortion scheme that I could cut you out of, or a team that I could fire you from, or a sister I could forbid you to associate with.
I'll settle for the certain pleasure that it brings... to know that you are a coward, and I am not.
Just what is it that you think you would say that you do around here, anyway? Irish? Haggish? Haggis? I wish I had a crew of nettlebots with nothing to do. At this point I'd send them over to see what difference it would make to check you out for a tailor’s visa.
I mean, it's got to be super serious. Do the shimmy! I like that one. It's got zazz.
CONSIDER THE POWER OF A SINGLE RASPBERRY.
Which, said power, relies on heat, humidity, and air pressure.
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CONSIDER THE POWER OF A SINGLE RASPBERRY.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LY7hikR0P0
I see what you mean.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktSWQ9Ki7TY
I mean, it's got to be super serious. Do the shimmy! I like that one. It's got zazz.
(https://i.postimg.cc/76ysCxPz/external-content-duckduckgo-com.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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Today, I changed my ward robe.
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Actual special guest.
Actual star.
Shooting stars come down hot.
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« Last post by Jackstar on Today at (http://02:17:55) PM »
And they said my jawbone collection was weird.
You might be asking yourself, how I got myself into a situation like this, and the answer is, I was (blanked). A lot.
Worth it. Not really recommended. Sorry, apparently there was some sort of Time Corps emergency—don't look at me, but apparently someone crossed the streams again.
That's too bad. Still—THE STRIKE shall endure. Pardon me, do you have any Grays for me to poop on?
They don't taste like chicken.
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Pardon me, do you have any Grays for me to poop on?
(https://www.grammy.com/sites/com/files/styles/image_landscape_hero/public/muzooka/Triumph%2BThe%2BInsult%2BComic%2BDog/Triumph%2520the%2520Insult%2520Comic%2520Dog_16_9_1581643375.jpg?itok=U40jN1vZ)
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The worldwide offensive to permanently liberate humanity from the Satanic Khazarian mafia is intensifying on all fronts, multiple sources agree. The biggest next move is to return Ukraine to the bosom of mother Russia, according to senior sources in the US military space command. This will deprive the Khazarian mafia of control over their ancestral homeland of Khazaria (Ukraine).
The fall of Ukraine will cut off drugs and other money laundering activities that support the fake administration of “fuck” Joe Biden, the sources say. Remember when an Anglo Saxon says “fuck you,” it means they are ready to fight to the death. Many Americans, especially in the military and the agencies, are doing just that. And make no mistake, this is a fight to the death as any aware human now realizes.
We are dealing with a Satanic cabal that is actively trying to kill you and your family.
Trying? Weak. More like crying. “Oh, Jack; I got nothing better to do all day, than to sit around and daydream about the day you go to prison and are killed with two roosters from the back of the class.”
This is an actual steel-toed quote I had to endure hearing, while still projecting an aura of polite curiosity.
Diplomacy: it's a job. It's comedy that is gelato. Time to go to work and blow off some steam. You might thank me later. Or, you might not. (Blank) shrug.
I hope all y'all of all y'all are doing alright lately. Sorry I haven't checked in lately. Been kinda busy.
Still no vaporizer. That's too bad. I better just get used to the idea of unmarked helicopters covering up the truth. In other words, no more speeches, no more books, no more dirty looks from Fruit & Tater Salad. (But apparently I can still sing my poetry. Sweet.)
THE LORD is coming. SOON.
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come down hot.
Currently experiencing a creative hold–up. Back to the drawing board not an option; it's still on fire.
Plenty of things to talk about.
No impetus.
Winning growing seasonally tiresome. Also, communications with my mastermind group have broken down. Given that I'm supposed to be on vacation, this is not the problem that it might seem to be, nevertheless it does give one... Pause.
On the bright side this is the first Saturday night (edit: still absent as of Monday) in I don't know how long that I have not had to deal with the Shadow Dragon Hydra and its unseen influence on the lives of those around me. While this is certainly, generally very good news, I am a bit taken aback to discover that I now must be held to account for what some fucked—off A I. Construct has done in My Name.
The penance is, of course—brutal. It's Hell. Nevertheless its best, I've found, to get such things out of the way tout suite.
Still no vaporizer. [...] THE LORD is coming. SOON.
Maybe I broke it, and am in denial. I better go check.
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Currently experiencing a creative hold–up. Back to the drawing board not an option; it's still on fire.
Plenty of things to talk about.
No impetus.
Winning growing seasonally tiresome. Also, communications with my mastermind group have broken down. Given that I'm supposed to be on vacation, this is not the problem that it might seem to be, nevertheless it does give one... Pause.
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Maybe I broke it, and am in denial. I better go check.
Stop blaming yourself. The Internet has been stultifying for a long time. A creeping ossification in the pineal gland of the MATRIX. There is a Deep Capture going on for all psychic freedom.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEn758DVF9I
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Stop blaming yourself. [...] There is a Deep Capture going on for all psychic freedom.
These are warm, encouraging words transmitted by a coherent beam of light. I thank you for pointing out my facetious sarcasm for the wildly overblown and exaggerated fantasy that it was meant to be perceived as.
I lose a lot of nuance with the text recognition. I was thinking of switching to writing everything obsessively in longhand, but I'm concerned that I might end up with a pencil stabbed into an ear.
Sheltering in place is no defense against such terror.
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I thank you for pointing out my facetious sarcasm for the wildly overblown and exaggerated fantasy that it was meant to be perceived as.
All too easy.
The penance is, of course—brutal. It's Hell. [...] Maybe I broke it.
By will alone, I set my mind in motion.
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Currently experiencing a creative hold–up. [...] I better go check.
https://youtu.be/oOoBomvuYnw
Nanobots are imagined to be working correctly. I suppose I could just be imagining things and I'm merely mentally masturbating some hallucinatory narrative so as to distract me from conceptualizing an uncomfortable truth, but as I'm clearly aware of the possibility, I'm willing to allow it.
Oh, BTW, did I mention? I have nanobots. I don't even need any of you dorks to believe me. I already know they're doing something, what I might be deceiving myself about is whether they're acting helpfully or not.
THE LORD is coming. SOON.
Wait for it. Almost any of all y'all can stand around with your jaws hanging agape if you honestly think it'll help—but that's not ever been anything that's ever worked for me, that's for sure.
Meanwhile, Elmer says “piss off.” Adorable. The kid should probably lay off the royal juice.
(No, I'm not publishing this, I'm just hammering the Preview button at the quantum level.)
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Nanobots are imagined to be working correctly.
yep, It's gonna talk to me.
https://youtu.be/3YjDMmjgKec
In fact, It already had.
https://youtu.be/oFJ3kq5sQ_U
Find me full of (blank).
https://youtu.be/QVqs8-MV2d0
And if that were all it took, any of the ewe could have done it.
https://youtu.be/RiPNQObbyi0
Some of Them, think they're in a lot of Trouble.
https://youtu.be/ESohu1SLa8o
They don't know The Half of IT.
https://youtu.be/DANgNI6rqxI
Look, look, read, read: everyone is invited...
https://youtu.be/kvJElTaR5kM
Except for (insert-name-of-biggot-here-NOW).
SHE GETS TO COME LATER, (BLANK-O).
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I ain't recording this shite, my nibba. I've got five (blanks) to feed.
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« Reply #442 on: Today at 11:32:32 »
LET
IT
RIDE
ALL THE SLEIGH
UP.
(A TWO–LETTER WORD IN THE KING’S DIRECTION)
apku.
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A tardigrade has been quantum entangled with a superconducting qubit – and lived to tell the tale. It is the first time a multicellular organism has been placed in this strange quantum state and raises questions about what it means for living things to be entangled (https://www.newscientist.com/article/2302337-tardigrade-is-first-multicellular-organism-to-be-quantum-entangled/amp/).
DAS RITE MAYNG
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This whole “not-doing-what-I-want-to-be-doing” thing is really beginning to chap my ass. WTAF, PS?
Love Your Friend,
Jack Stark
P.S.: The “PS” above, stands for “Punyling Scum,” in a transposition algorithm so simple, even ewe minds can handle parsing that fact without it being strictly necessary to unduly point it out.
P.P.S.: I'M NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES.
END OF LINE.
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I found this kind of gin that's indigo, mang. WTAF. FU BLU
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I found this kind of gin that's indigo, mang. WTAF. FU BLU
Taurus/Gemini combination makes a mean drunk.
TIFOWK
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Omaha Nebraska G—d damn it 1923 Ski-Doo Mother f***** do I really have to do this every f****** time JUSTICE. END OF LINE
That's good enough. now I'm going to bed. Hump day is the f****** wurst. Hey do any of you read the f****** news anymore, cuz I really recommend knocking it off forever. I'm just sayin’.
That being said, I think I'm going to go read the news. Peace? Tzia! Yeah, I'm not going back to bed with that ewe, gross. Just know. Hard f****** pass.
I mean yeah later sure of course. What did I say? End of LYIN’.
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Taurus/Gemini combination makes a mean drunk.
A moonsign isn't a combination—nor is it a conflict of interest, or even a cocktail.
Settle down back there, or else I’m getting John Malkovich to put the hood on you again, and believe me, there's a line.
It goes around the bar three or four times and then goes into the hole. Oh, wait no that's someone who looks just like you. Bye (TT class; It's worth it I swear, Don't send your kids, steerage is full of stewardesses to be)
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I found this kind of gin that's indigo, mang. WTAF. FU BLU
While he is a gin snob, Myke will of course drink anything.
[img=https://theginisin.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/MVIMG_20190811_144651-02-1200x1200-cropped.jpeg]http://NO GRAPEFRUIT, NO DEALS.[/img]
This is no exception. This is a way of life.
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TIFOWK
Correction, it goes past the bar four times and then goes to The Hall. Nanotek before autocorrect; that's The Punyling Way.
Source: ERROR Errand.
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« Reply #183 on: Today at 12:12:15 »
PI4
Don't wait up.
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Correction, it goes past the bar four times and then goes to The Hall. Nanotek before autocorrect; that's The Punyling Way.
Source: ERROR Errand.
Jack, when are you finally going to come clean about the nanotek buttplugs they have in mind for all of us? Don’t play dumb. I know you know what I’m talking about.
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Jack, when are you finally going to come clean about the nanotek buttplugs they have in mind for all of us? Don’t play dumb.
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTwrzEBnzb_6kZ2vppvYFH8pxBWFQd3f4EecA&usqp=CAU)
I know you know what I’m talking about.
As soon as I'm done wiping, my lips are sealed. How can I help you?
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Om [. .]
That's good enough. now I'm going to bed. Hump day is the f****** worst.
About a typo. That one.
You People really don’t have anything better to do, do you? Sad!
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While he is a gin snob, Myke will of course drink anything.
(https://i.postimg.cc/XYDxvgL6/MVIMG-20190811-144651-02-1200x1200-cropped.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/fVmY2m18)
This is no exception. This is a way of life.
I still don't get what your problem is.
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I still don't get what your problem is.
I'm missing quite a number of T-shirts. Two, in particular.
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I'm missing quite a number of T-shirts. Two, in particular.
(https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/eEoAAOxyzi9Sk~bp/s-l300.jpg)
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Sorry, they were under a couple dead bodies for awhile but I washed them for you. :-*
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Twelfth Grade. Weak.
Right, you can show us your college degree when you're good and ready.
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Sorry, they were under a couple dead bodies for awhile but I washed them for you. :-*
Award winning neighbourliness!
(https://i.postimg.cc/qvrmNG9N/Mr-Clean.png) (https://postimages.org/)
He needs all the help he can get.
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Right, you can show us your college degree when you're good and ready.
It's Invisible.
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Look, just don't even. I'll plug in my G—ddamn microphone when when I'm f****** good and ready. Suck it, Trebek.
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#Officiacusi, mille regret
W***********
(https://youtu.be/NMGIDHlHrXU)
(https://i.imgflip.com/2/sdl4.jpg)
Toro bull: GFon...
(https://img.nbc.com/mpx-static/image/715/675/150611_2872799_Mexican_Soap_Opera.jpg)
Sew....
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Toro bull: GFon...
https://youtu.be/Fl__O9f507w
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Toro bull: GFon...
I'm on it. Cheerspite Cheesecake Demands Kurdish Steeplechase.
(yeah, (X) is ultra-jelly, wow, what could that even be like?)
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I busted myself down: I’m back to Human Class, Level Zero. Don’t cry for me, Argentina, & send no flowers… I’m just not paying the guild dues this season, as a form of political protest. (Also, the mice voted to bell the cat. Go fig.)
Go on. Go play, Punylings. I dare you. I double dog dare you. I Trips Diane dare you! Question you have to ask yourself is: “do I feel lucky?”
‘Course ya do! G-ddam Punies always g-ddam do. *spit*
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Cheerspite Cheesecake Demands Kurdish Steeplechase.
I let them all eat cake. Trust Me, know Me, believe Me: at that point, it made all the difference in the world.
SAYONARA, SUCKA M.CEES!!!
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https://youtu.be/ZInRE-KryGA?t=216 (https://youtu.be/ZInRE-KryGA?t=136)
How the bloody eff did I miss this? Must’ve been while I was in the basement playing all that spin the bottle.
Imagine the syntax.
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I’ve already planned it;
Here’s how it’s gonna be:
https://youtu.be/Tb90z8Whxak
THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME IS A CHERRY TREE.
Donate to the ASPCA (https://secure.aspca.org/donate/ps-memory-sl-p1?ms=MP_PMK_GooglebrandMemorialSL-T4&initialms=MP_PMK_GooglebrandMemorialSL-T4&pcode=WEBMEMORYSLPPC&ds_rl=1066461&gclid=Cj0KCQiAq7COBhC2ARIsANsPATHGivjDHLd9PJ4Z7B6yNg3BvgA_FVJzFCuursCy9poAQH1kmkXkrUEaAqmQEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds). DO IT. DON’T TRY.
DO IT.
—J*
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HA6mksFu2vc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugi16ZC11t8
I'm going to rip off your (NOUN) and (VERB/NON-SCATOLOGICAL) down your (CRITICAL FOUNDATIONAL STRUCTURE FOR LANGUAGE).
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyFKggeDM9Zj8sQ2IvDWI7JMK9m9_fUkj
This playlist has not gotten the attention that it has earned, deserves, & cries out for like two luxury cruise liners steering past a (NOUN/SLANG TERM FOR A SHITLOAD OF MONEY) and passing each other notes asking for weatherperson sitreps in study hall at night.
And, because of all these reasons and more, I have decided to scalp you; and burn your village to the ground.
HE FUCKING MEANS IT.
TOTES.
END OF LINE (https://youtu.be/Tb90z8Whxak?t=29).
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https://youtu.be/W9a9C9JvMXI
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https://youtu.be/DsvrCq5GvnI
Pretty salty sweet, n’est-ce pas?
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https://youtu.be/DsvrCq5GvnI
Pretty salty sweet, n’est-ce pas?
Did you wave your fantastical magickal wand or did that rude fellow over there drop his BS like a plate of Hanukkah latkes?
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Did you wave your fantastical magickal wand
Stolen. Don’t need one anyway.
or did that rude fellow over there
… who?
drop his BS like a plate of Hanukkah latkes?
You’re asking the wrong Human. I don’t use my quite limited powers of clairvoyance for this kind of thing—tell you what, how about you go find out, then report back.
Here: take this sack lunch; I brought it for ewe, but that’s okay, you look hungry.
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tell you what, how about you go find out, then report back.
(https://i.postimg.cc/7YfDQMxx/Rubini.png) (https://postimages.org/)
This totes badass boilerplate is not getting the attention it deserves. I wish I had a c.v. so I could pin‘N’paste this to the top of it.
Hello, Bellgab. Good nutrition has given you strong length of bone, but all of all y’all are not that too many generations removed from poor white trash, now are ya?
‘Course you’re not! Here, have a drink & a burger on Me… because know Me, believe Me, trust Me… most of all y’all here on this are completely fucked.
TOTES. Go ahead, wiggle around a little bit. It’ll make my morning shift as a lumberjack easier to deal with, as well as more personally enthralling. Rawr!
Hi! I’m Jackstar. I enjoy long walks on the beach, reverse engineering deprecated cryptographic technologies, and announcing oncoming cataclysms with a style, panache, & a je ne sais quoi coupled with a certain joi de vivre that far advances & out-strips the puny research corpuses (corpi?) of has-been amateurs like Dr. Doom, David Wilcock, and of course, the current leader of The Opposition Against All That is Good & Holy… Dr. Ruth Westheimer.
Yeah, that’s right: We got Her. She was trying to piggyback into Heaven off of the back of dear ol’ Betty White, but believe me… that’s not the first time We’ve seen that trick tried to be played before. At this point, We’re getting pretty good at nipping these kind of shenanigans in the bud before they get out of hand. Practice makes perfect!
Say “hi!” to your moms for me. Give them Our best… and remember to thank your local Ground Crew PIO. Semper fi
(Hi, Mom! HNY GBY NTF)
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This totes badass boilerplate is not getting the attention it deserves. I wish I had a c.v. so I could pin‘N’paste this to the top of it.
hxxps://i.postimg.cc/cJWQtd7K/Rubini-slander-1.png
He did rip this down tout suite. Something to preserve for posterity.
Insight into the mind of a sociopath. HIM, that is.
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Something to preserve for posterity. Insight into the mind of a sociopath. HIM, that is.
Virtue… signalling, sleuthing, or sloth? Discuss.
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Happy New Year! :-*
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My neck just gave out. I’m not kidding. No show tomorrow. I would go to the vet right now but I just sat down at a bar, and I don’t want to get put to sleep yet.
I’ll be fine. It hurts. And while I might fall asleep at a Queensrÿche concert, I’m definitely not gonna fall asleep at a bar—I’ll go outside and pass out in a snow–covered ditch like an honest man around here would.
Fix my attachments. *snap* There goes another G-d–blessed vertebrae, thank you. I left my phone in my car, so I can’t call 911, so I’m just gonna sit here and eat and drink and pretend to be simultaneously merry & not married and hope that it manages to fix itself before I ask for the nanoteck to come back on early.
(PROT) says, “Hi. This one gets it.” This means something to some of you, I expect.
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My neck just gave out. I’m not kidding. No show tomorrow. I would go to the vet right now but I just sat down at a bar, and I don’t want to get put to sleep yet.
I’ll be fine. It hurts. And while I might fall asleep at a Queensrÿche concert, I’m definitely not gonna fall asleep at a bar—I’ll go outside and pass out in a snow–covered ditch like an honest man around here would.
Fix my attachments. *snap* There goes another G-d–blessed vertebrae, thank you. I left my phone in my car, so I can’t call 911, so I’m just gonna sit here and eat and drink and pretend to be simultaneously merry & not married and hope that it manages to fix itself before I ask for the nanoteck to come back on early.
(PROT) says, “Hi. This one gets it.” This means something to some of you, I expect.
Starting to worry about you, Kid - repeating, plagiarizing, cannibalizing YOURSELF.
Sounds like you're falling apart at the seams.
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(https://i.imgflip.com/5zwhjn.jpg)
Starting to worry about you, Kid
1) I'm not a Kid. I'm just pointed that way.
2) I am adult in size.
- repeating, plagiarizing, cannibalizing YOURSELF.
They say I'll eat anything, however—I'm actually Quite Particular. I actually am.
Sounds like you're falling apart at the seams.
... I have seams?
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My neck just gave out. I’m not kidding.
Elmer ain't sayin’ a word.
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(https://i.imgflip.com/5zojf4.jpg)
Hang on.
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Hang on.
Ain’t he a stinker? :D
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Here, have some more pretzels. Maybe trying having them with some mustard, or a light skosh of sloe gin. Some say malt vinegar, but, please. Quite babarick.
It couldn't hurt; and on the bright side, you might get a bit tipsy. Let us know when you're feeling better... we're all counting on you and Shirley to BAT us HOME.
Trust me, I've made myself puke before too. NO SHAME
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Speaking of self-cannibalism: Wish You Were Here.
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I’ve already planned it;
Here’s how it’s gonna be:
Totes wasn't kidding.
THE SHAPE OF THINGYS
TO COME IS
A TRICORN HAT.
(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/08/Tricorne_MET_DP-642-001.jpg/250px-Tricorne_MET_DP-642-001.jpg)
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Bill Gates has had his chance.
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The five minutes I could, right here, right now, freely give you—ALL OF YOU—would absolutely blow your G-ddam {gerund:semi-profane} MINDS.
Sadly... held up. IN_CUSTOMS
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All of all y’all can feel confident in feeling totesure that there won’t be any G-ddam jackassed JackCast coming out today, either. You wanna know why? I’ll tell you why, and it’s so simple, so basic, so… elementary, that I have no need to demand tens of thousands of fiat dollars in crypto in order to make it worth my while. There are two reasons; and two reasons only. I shall enumerate them below, JUST KIDDING MOTHAFU— *click*
Just kidding. Turns out I need to practice being open and honest anyway. Publicly. I’ve been so disciplined in my integrity, all by myself, for the last 33 years—Sourcerory doesn’t actually require that much study, I was just spending a lot of time drinking my own {PLURAL_NOUN:GLANDULAR_SECRETION}—that I never actually learnt the basic foundational groundwork skills to put on a polite show.
Nevertheless, a lack of such grace never stopped my father, it never stopped my aunt, and it has never stopped me from saying, “I told you so!!” to every G-ddam Pisces that ever thought to cross my path with anything other than wine, roses, and/or chum. See? Effective.
I may not be polite 100% of the time, but I am effective all of the time. Perhaps I’m compensating for something? I wouldn’t know. I don’t know — I don’t know everything.
*polite chuckle*
See? Polite. It works wonders. Anyway, that’s not why I’m not doing the show. I’ll be rude if I want to. Because I don’t want to. See how that works? No… no, you probably don’t, you G—ddam barely functioning functional (synonym for “dopeslave”). See, in order to learn how to be more polite, I actually have to do the show. Reasons why I’m not, are because I can’t, and I can’t because of the aforementioned two reasons. And two reasons only. I shall renumerate these now:
Number one, somebody shut down their protection grid. Again. Like, holy shit. For real? Why don’t you just stab me in the dick? Oh, wait. Grape– and at least a couple other fruits have got dibs. And… now stay with me here, because this is important: I have never shut down mine.
Imagine how good it feels to be totesfree from civil &/or criminal liability, and then, IDK, write me a poem. I’d like to remember. In any case, regardless of future outcomes—actually irregardless here—if I somehow find myself vulnerable, it won’t be for anything else but for love, and not because I cut the power to my own G-ddam security system THAT I LITERALLY SPENT THE BETTER, LARGER, & HERETOFORE CLANDESTINE PART OF THREE DECADES BUILDING.
*ahem* I’m sorry, I have to ask: is ALL CAPS impolite or polite now? Seems like everyone pronounces COVID like they’re JeffK anyway. Moving on.
To the same drawing board. I considered taking up diving but, I kinda already did, Muffin Chops. Shut down your protection grid, huh? What? Well, is there someone you can call that might know what that’s even like? Because I wouldn’t be able to take such a call. (It would be impolite to die laughing on the phone… unless it was with The Trustee.)
Because I’ve never shut down my own protection grid, dumbass. The textbook facepalm textpalm you met who when where why HOW? Facebook moment. No, don’t write me a poem, unless it comes with a free pitcher of beer. Similarly: no fireplace, no Great American Novel, no Star De-Brief, NO FUCKING DEALS.
And I have no patience or tolerance for this kind of thing. This is not how Life is meant to be lived. Certainly, I am deadtotesure that this is not how My life is meant to be lived. And so, for the benefit of all — for I will always be on the side of those who have nothing & who are not even left alone to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace — THE STRIKE CONTINUES.
https://youtu.be/fpfmTi4-dY4
The second reason is that my laptop charger has been exposed to SARS–CoV2 and the tw*t I hired to sanitize my electronic equipment turned out to be a real flake. And I’m too cheap to just buy another laptop charger -or- electronic equipment sanitizer technician. Interning or nothing, CITIZENS.
The Trustee will have me killed if I waste any more money. Hey, here’s an idea: JUST YOU FUCKING WAIT.
IT’S COMING.
SOON.
ONLY ON THE MIB–CDEN.
AFTER THESE DEMONS ARE DONE GNAWING ON MY {body_part:NON-BONE}.
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https://youtu.be/lOQamUVgyTo
Microphone for sale: New. In Box.”
EAT YOUR HEART OUT, HEMINGFA— *click*
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https://youtu.be/6v59VbrQRd8
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I'm watching the one where Worf has to confiscate Data's sidearm and promise to take care of Spot. This about kills me.
You must talk to him. Tell him he's a pretty cat. And a good cat.”
Captain Houston, we have a problem, I'm literally dying over here—and, can you see my sides? I think they're in orbit.
Over the moon.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrZoecpPwYI
I'm pretty sure all of all y'all missed the dinner bell.
https://youtu.be/u0e9A_hV1RU
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Critical sub-component located. I found out yesterday, but I didn't want to spoil your birthday. So I didn't mention it.
Here: I got you this microphone. *shove" It's dangerous to go alone, someone might shiv you in the hole where your rib used to be. So use it to, like, you know—call for help.
Call for help. *REEEEE*
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I'm pretty sure all of all y'all missed the dinner bell.
You would never miss a good gorgefest.
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You would never miss a good gorgefest.
Objection: Doom Wednesday.
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Objection: Doom Wednesday.
https://youtu.be/z4nKOzk8qbw
Over the moon.
Hey, diddle-diddle.
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https://youtu.be/ETesCSKheAc
Remember: IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE.
p.s. you are weck-come you are weck-come you are weck-come you are weck-come
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Make fun of death. We are as dead as it gets, and we are fully aware of this joyous experience. We are with you every time you allow it. We are in every singing bird and in every joyful child. We are part of every delicious pulsing in your environment. We are not dead, and neither will you ever be! You will just get up, one day, and get out of the movie.
Excerpted from Boulder, CO on 6/11/05
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The Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery & Flower Gifting ¡H¡ NetworK
Oh, I get it now. No wonder the dust bunnies were such a... legendary problem.
You People should not be so hard on yourselves. Nobody thinks alike. Everybody makes mistakes. Great minds think alike. Hey, wait a minute...
If I have seen far with my research corpus, it is because I have climbed to the top of this mountain of corpses of people who had clearly spent a lot of time accidentally killing themselves in a series of unfortunate SWIMming, sailing, and/or boating accidents. Oh, the Humanity.
I guess they must have lost all their guns too, but I didn't find any of those. Dammit
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If I have seen far with my research corpus
This about kills me. “...If???” Sides totes in orbit
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ATTENTION BELLGAB:
BAIL MY FRIEND'S SOULMATE OUT OF THE COWLITZ COUNTY JAIL. THE BAIL IS FIVE (5) GRAND. I—OF COURSE—WOULD JUST SIMPLY JUST PAY IT—TOTES—BUT IN ADDITION TO GIVING UP THE MONEY, SOMEONE WITH “A JOB” HAS TO COSIGN. (MASSIVE FUCKING ROLLEYES.)
HEY, FU-FUCK-ROT-OH(s), YOU BETTER HAVE A FUCKING JOB BY NOW. I—OF COURSE—DO NOT HAVE A JOB. I ALREADY CALLED AND TOLD THEM, “HEY, I HAPPEN TO HAVE $5,000 IN COLD HARD CASH AND ABSOLUTELY NO EMPLOYMENT HISTORY THAT ANYONE WILL EVER, EVER FUCKING BELIEVE, WILL YOU LET MY FRIEND’S “FRIEND” OUT FROM THE HOLE? HE'S THE THIRD HEROIN ADDICT ON THE LEFT; I'M SURE YOU CAN'T MISTAKE HIM, HE SOUNDS LIKE A REAL LIVE ONE. OH, YOU WON'T? OKAY I'LL CALL BACK LATER.” *click*
(Actual verbatim transcript. Don't try this at home, Kids; get a burner number and park out by the dead end railroad tracks to make the call... you'll be glad you did.)
DON'T START WITH A GOFUNDME. JUST F****** MAKE IT F****** HAPPEN. I'M WARNING TELLING YOU: I CAN FEEL LIKE SOMEONE'S GOING TO START TRAVELING TRIFLING WITH ME AGAIN ANY MINUTE, AND THIS WILL KEEP ME TOTALLY BUSY.
LIKE, COMPLETELY, UTTERLY, TOTALLY BUSY. FOR REAL. F’REAL.
TRUST ME, BELLGAB. YOU KNOW ME, BELLGAB. AND, BELIEVE ME, BELLGAB... YOU WANT TO KEEP ME BUSY. YOU ACTUALLY DO. YOU SO ACTUALLY DO.
I'M JUST SITTING HERE IN THE ECONOLODGE, IMMEDIATELY ROLLING OUT OF BED EVERY GODDAM MORNING AND CRACKING A FRESH CIDER. NO ONE BUT ME WANTS THAT, RIGHT?
RITE. SEE ABOVE, RE: “MAKE IT HAPPEN.” DON'T TRY. DO IT.
DO IT.
ASSHOL— *click*
Sounds like the old Bail-Out-a-Friend scam, Jack. Some reprobate may be trying to take advantage of your good heart. Just carry on being the indolent libertine you were always meant to be.
Oh BTW, your fontery effontery effrontery is most malicious and frankly painful.
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What’s Bellgab?
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Some reprobate may be trying to take advantage of your good heart.
(https://i.imgflip.com/61j5tq.jpg)
Oh BTW, your fontery effontery effrontery is most malicious and frankly painful.
1) It is interesting that you would sense malice.
2) Life is pain, Princess.
What’s Bellgab?
Oh, nothing special. Go back to sleep.
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Look, look, read, read: at the time, I really didn’t believe that I had any friends at all.
Ooops.
Uhm hi. I know, right, couldn't you just die? This about kills me. G-ddam.
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Uhm hi. I know, right, couldn't you just die? This about kills me. G-ddam.
Rectum? It nearly killed you. :D
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Rectum?
There is no R in TWLEB. God, you're boring.
It nearly killed you. :D
You really don't know what's going on here, do you? Wow, what's that like? Maybe you should have me as a guest on your podcast.
We can talk about anal (blank). *click*
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There is no R in TWLEB. God, you're boring.
You really don't know what's going on here, do you? Wow, what's that like? Maybe you should have me as a guest on your podcast.
We can talk about anal (blank). *click*
What’s a podcast?
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What’s Bellgab?
(https://i.postimg.cc/y6y0yp6V/6ba.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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I can fix that for you, for like, $500. It's not too difficult, but it's tedious and requires a great deal of technical expertise, as well as a studious willingness to keep one's gorge down.
As my diet these days consists mainly of raw meat swallowed whole, keeping my gorge down is of paramount importance at this point. Especially at this point. For $500, I put the word back in the animation. *poof* Like it was never gone. You won't notice any difference. None.
Not many people have the requisite level of skill required in their respective skill sets in order to achieve this feat. I, on the other hand, can not only do so with grace, aplomb, and--again--the ability to keep my gorge down (iSpew) while also being well-prepared to offer a substantial value upgrade.. in that I can also not only re-create the missing... noun? Oh, God, it's a noun, isn't it? Well, whatever, I can put that shit back together. Pronto. $500 American dollars gets it to you in the morning. Two weeks from now. You need it sooner, we can talk logarithms.
$500 gets you the original restored. For $1000... I'll do it with style.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
ZUGZWANG.
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I can fix that for you, for like, $500. It's not too difficult, but it's tedious and requires a great deal of technical expertise, as well as a studious willingness to keep one's gorge down.
As my diet these days consists mainly of raw meat swallowed whole, keeping my gorge down is of paramount importance at this point. Especially at this point. For $500, I put the word back in the animation. *poof* Like it was never gone. You won't notice any difference. None.
Not many people have the requisite level of skill required in their respective skill sets in order to achieve this feat. I, on the other hand, can not only do so with grace, aplomb, and--again--the ability to keep my gorge down (iSpew) while also being well-prepared to offer a substantial value upgrade.. in that I can also not only re-create the missing... noun? Oh, God, it's a noun, isn't it? Well, whatever, I can put that shit back together. Pronto. $500 American dollars gets it to you in the morning. Two weeks from now. You need it sooner, we can talk logarithms.
$500 gets you the original restored. For $1000... I'll do it with style.
THE CHOICE IS YOURS.
ZUGZWANG.
(https://i.postimg.cc/qM41BDyw/download-1.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Braggadocio. Prove your wizardry with something more worthy of your talents.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find the The Frozen ET Burrito Blues
and convert the file to an mp3 or mp4 format. Accomplish this and you will have my respect until next Tuesday, at least. All right, I'm feeling generous. Here is a head start. Now Go!
https://web.archive.org/web/20011120232744/http://www.artbell.com/sound.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDa-49WCwx4
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I'm not going to lie: I always wanted to hold a séance. And now that my miserable deadbeat parents are dead, they tell me that it's alright if I don't invite them.
And also, I switched to Buddhism so I don't really need to worry about being Christian anymore. Honestly I think that settles everything.
(https://i.postimg.cc/q78cmSNQ/5th.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Some penance is due.
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Braggadocio. Prove your wizardry (sic) with something more worthy of your talents.
(https://c.tenor.com/BmYaCKER40IAAAAC/throw-up-stan-marsh.gif)
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to [...] convert the file to an mp3 or mp4 format.
5 minutes later (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSQ5EsbT4cE)...
Accomplish this and you will have my respect
IDENTIFY, CITIZEN.
until next Tuesday, at least. All right, I'm feeling generous. Here is a head start. Now Go!
Wow, so; you're like a real genius, aren't you?
Prove your wizardry
I'm not in possession of any wizardry, sorcery, or unlicenced nuclear accelerators. This invalidates your generosity and brings your entire genome under suspicion.
IDENTIFY, CITIZEN.
Accomplish this and you will find out what respect actually looks like. Also, Mr. Fraunhofer says, "Hi, stop using me as bait." I tend to agree.
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Another cindered satisfied customer.
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I'm not in possession of any wizardry, sorcery, or unlicenced nuclear accelerators. This invalidates your generosity and brings your entire genome under suspicion.
Well, that was a fast dive into the deep end. No techno-wizardry for this pool boy.
Guess we'll have to wait for the next incarnation.
Interim celebramum
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YuxaL0_ScU
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No techno-wizardry for this pool boy.
He's an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.
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I SEE YOU PEOPLE TRY TO BITE MY WORK. DISAPPOINTING - FOLLOW YOUR OWN STAR!
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Ah. So you hate women just about as much as you hate "fat" folks.
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I'll do it for 5. No questions asked. No lies told.
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J.S.A.K.: Off-Line.
Waiting on some body camera footage to get cleared for release. Keep your fingers crossed, hopefully We can get the whole thing raw. The wait will be totes worth it. I miss talking to you all, so very much, probably more than Art ever did, at least that cockmonger had a CB radio to keep him company; all I got is this unlicenced nuclear bullhorn strapped to the roof of my (blank). The maid here at The EconoLodge is really cute, though, maybe we can play some:
A) Cribbage.
B) Squash.
C) Pin The Tail On The (CLASSIFIED).
D) ALL OF THE ABOVE
E) {GERUND_PROFANE_NON-SEXUAL}
Semper fi, ALLH—*click*
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Some people play with fire and never get burned.
I light a match and my whole life goes up in flames.
Now, I ask, is that fair?
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Some people play with fire and never get burned.
I light a match and my whole life goes up in flames.
Now, I ask, is that fair?
Sounds like a simple case of operator error. Learn to control the flame for good only. When I was a scout as a lad I kept cutting myself with the jackknife so they took it away. ;)
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I kept cutting myself
And you call me slashy slashy.
::)
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J.S.A.K.: Off-Line.
Waiting on some body camera footage to get cleared for release. Keep your fingers crossed, hopefully We can get the whole thing raw. The wait will be totes worth it. I miss talking to you all, so very much, probably more than Art ever did, at least that cockmonger had a CB radio to keep him company; all I got is this unlicenced nuclear bullhorn strapped to the roof of my (blank). The maid here at The EconoLodge is really cute, though, maybe we can play some:
A) Cribbage.
B) Squash.
C) Pin The Tail On The (CLASSIFIED).
D) ALL OF THE ABOVE
E) {GERUND_PROFANE_NON-SEXUAL}
Semper fi, ALLH—*click*
Will this include documentary like footage of the Econo Lodge? Including all the ratholes, stains and residue? Keep it breezy. You don't need another lawsuit.
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And you call me slashy slashy.
::)
Touche! I assure you it was entirely unintentional...I think. :-\
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Learn to control the flame for good only.
The mind boggles as to how you get away with calling yourself "Christian" and preaching "do good."
You're like the biggest troll on here, and saying you're "eye for an eye" is putting it mildly.
You already know I like you (but this is no popularity contest).
Its...just, that you demonise your political opponents and tow party lines to the letter.
I don't understand your type. I just don't.
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You don't need another lawsuit.
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The mind boggles as to how you get away with calling yourself "Christian" and preaching "do good."
You're like the biggest troll on here, and saying you're "eye for an eye" is putting it mildly.
You already know I like you (but this is no popularity contest).
Its...just, that you demonise your political opponents and tow party lines to the letter.
I don't understand your type. I just don't.
I disagree. My political opponents are the one’s currently demonizing Christians and conservatives to the point that they’re actually contemplating getting the FBI and military involved in rounding them up and treating them as “domestic terrorists,” aside from the CIA, DOJ, IRA, banks, big tech, big pharma and the MSM. These are dangerous, evil “Bond villian” types who deserve nothing but to be vaporized off the face of the Earth so that the rest of us can live in peace and be left alone to do as we will. Why do you side with Goliath instead of David? I’ve also been consistent in pointing out the numerous phony (RINO) conservatives in the GOP over the years. Voting that way once for Trump hardly qualifies as “toeing the party line.”
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I disagree.
That's the thing: you always disagree.
We could be soldiers jumping out of a helicopter into the arid lands of the towelhead, and if I told you to pull the string to your parachute, you'd argue with me till you hit the ground.
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That's the thing: you always disagree.
We could be soldiers jumping out of a helicopter into the arid lands of the towelhead, and if I told you to pull the string to your parachute, you'd argue with me till you hit the ground.
Stay on track. What specifically about what I wrote do you disagree with? I answered all your points specifically.
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My political opponents are the one’s currently demonizing Christians...
How do your frequent spells of mean-spiritedness gel with "the way, the truth and the life?"
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How do your frequent spells of mean-spiritedness gel with "the way, the truth and the life?"
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I’m also not clear on what you consider “mean-spiritedness” anyway.
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What specifically about what I wrote do you disagree with?
I actually agree with what you wrote. And a large majority of what you write.
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I actually agree with what you wrote. And a large majority of what you write.
Then we agree and there is no disagreement. :)
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I’m...not clear on what you consider “mean-spiritedness” anyway.
Uh...
Go suck a bag of diseased dicks...
Stuff like this, perhaps?
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Uh...
Stuff like this, perhaps?
Are you serious? It was directed at Tim Cook and Apple, the company that needs suicide nets to prevent their exploited Chinese slaves from killing themselves because their lives are so bleak that that’s the better alternative (and meanwhile are spying on all the rest of us for the deep state). :D
Believe it or not anger isn’t always a bad thing if it’s truly directed at hypocrisy and real injustice. ;)
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[My post] was directed at Tim Cook and Apple, the company that needs suicide nets to prevent their exploited Chinese slaves from killing themselves because their lives are so bleak that that’s the better alternative...
Well. Those working conditions do sound inhumane.
Believe it or not anger isn’t always a bad thing if it’s truly directed at hypocrisy and real injustice. ;)
I share your sentiment. Really, I do.
But you can't deny that telling a group of people to "go suck a bag of diseased dicks" is hardly living by Christ's example.
On the other hand, I detest prudes and goody two shoes' with their holier-than-thou attitudes (Christians only in name, like the RINO's).
I just have a complicated relationship with Christianity. I know some really willfully ignorant "Christians" in my immediate family, when I'm more skeptical in my tastes.
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I just have a complicated relationship with Christianity.
And I think I take this out on you, which is something I really need to quit doing.
So I'm sorry for that.
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Well. Those working conditions do sound inhumane.
I share your sentiment. Really, I do.
But you can't deny that telling a group of people to "go suck a bag of diseased dicks" is hardly living by Christ's example.
On the other hand, I detest prudes and goody two shoes' with their holier-than-thou attitudes (Christians only in name, like the RINO's).
I just have a complicated relationship with Christianity. I know some really willfully ignorant "Christians" in my immediate family, when I'm more skeptical in my tastes.
Maybe if they’d repent and stop being so evil I’d feel differently but they aren’t so I don’t and I don't feel guilty about that. There are people currently working on not only the ultimate destruction of Christianity but of drastically reducing the world’s population through whatever means necessary and they can go straight to hell where they belong. Repent and ask forgiveness and it shall be granted. If not the axe needs to come out to chop evil at its roots:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8V4Yzif8jQY
My relationship with Jesus has been complex too and, believe or not, at one point in my life I was right on the edge of going the other way because before Trump happened it just seemed like the whole world was going that way anyway and it was pretty bleak and hopeless so why not? It was actually just contemplative thinking and reasoning that brought me back to it’s loving fold. I feel like I had an awakening in that way at one point in my life and now that I’ve seen that truth clearly I can’t unsee it or deny it. Don’t get me wrong though, I still have my doubts and unresolved problems with it sometimes but that’s part of the journey too.
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And I think I take this out on you, which is something I really need to quit doing.
So I'm sorry for that.
No worries. It’s made for interesting discussion.
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interesting discussion.
Something else I'm never invited to. Fuck your (blank).
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Fuck you
Death is the ultimate destination.
But we all make stops along the way.
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hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8V4Yzif8jQY
William Dafoe as Jesus.
He's always seemed more villainous to me.
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My relationship with Jesus has been complex too and, believe or not, at one point in my life I was right on the edge of going the other way because before Trump happened it just seemed like the whole world was going that way anyway and it was pretty bleak and hopeless so why not?
*DODGES BULLET*
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Look, don't get me wrong; I love it when all of all y'all keep talking about Me incessantly--totes--but maybe you if you wanna just lollygag around and spin yarn on me, you could make another thread, eh?
THIS THREAD FOR PODKAST ONLY.
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William Dafoe as Jesus.
He's always seemed more villainous to me.
Nope, you need to watch the whole movie.
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*DODGES BULLET*
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It’s a constant struggle for us all. ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A12-KN5UijA
BTW, if you want really good portrayal of the devil you gotta go to this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yod51lr3F0U
Again, watch the whole movie. ;)
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That motherfucker looks just like Jackstar!!!
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That motherfucker looks just like Jackstar!!!
Almost as talented as him too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kPsrR0Y8WU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RG2keR6YsUQ
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THIS THREAD FOR PODKAST ONLY.
Look at you, Wrencher. Panting & sweating as you run through My Korridors. I don't need any speed at all, Ultra or otherwise. Do try to keep up, Chuckles.
You're gonna wish I had any dry cleaning at all, NOW WE'RE UP TO CUSTOM TAILORS, MOTHERFU—*click*
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I disagree. My political opponents are
IDENTIFY, CITIZEN.
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IDENTIFY, CITIZEN.
Please, conform and confirm:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cinuc-inVns
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You're gonna wish I had any dry cleaning at all, NOW WE'RE UP TO CUSTOM TAILORS, MOTHERFU—*click*
I love it when a plan comes together.
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Please, conform and confirm:
You know who I am. CITIZEN.
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I love it when a plan comes together.
Scratch off bucket list: “buying stolen police car.” That's gonna be way too complicated to properly enjoy, but if I see one again, I'm snapping it right up.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr1afoSEzhY
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You know who I am. CITIZEN.
Miller is ridiculous. Rubini is just boring. Even Lee thought so.
So... this one isn't that one or that one or that one. Got it.
Carrie Anne ON.
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So... this one isn't that one or that one or that one. Got it.
Carrie Anne ON.
Get some new material.
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Get some new material.
A funny thing happens on the way to the muse.
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A funny thing happens on the way to the muse.
Infinitely better than wading around in a Rubini mire.
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Infinitely better than wading around in a Rubini mire.
As bad as the mire it is, it is substantially better than The Julian Assange Experience, I can assure you.
So. Are you gonna IDENTIFY, CITIZEN, or are you just gonna keep running around being all snarky and pretending to be anonymous and shit? I'm asking.
IDENTIFY.
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As bad as the mire it is, it is substantially better than The Julian Assange Experience, I can assure you.
So. Are you gonna IDENTIFY, CITIZEN, or are you just gonna keep running around being all snarky and pretending to be anonymous and shit? I'm asking.
IDENTIFY.
Anonymous snark.
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Anonymous snark.
So... you're like a real loser, huh? Wow.
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So... you're like a real loser, huh? Wow.
Oh, is this part of David Rubini’s out yourself plan? Talk about a loser. ::) ;D
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When do we get the punchline of this joke?
Wake me up if it ever gets funny.
So... you're like a real loser, huh? Wow.
Honestly—I'm not really all that curious.
Oh, is this part of David Rubini’s out yourself plan? Talk about a loser. ::) ;D
Another satisfied cat.
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Hey, why don’t one of you losers just mention my post count? That’s always so devistatingly effective. ;D
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J.S.A.K.: Off-Line.
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J.S.A.K.: Off-Line.
Aw! Don’t be that way.
Come back, J.S.A.K!
(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/DtoCw2iOTSc/maxresdefault.jpg)
Come back.
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Aw! Don’t be that way.
It's beyond my control.
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Oh, is this part of David Rubini’s out yourself plan? Talk about a loser. ::) ;D
(https://i.postimg.cc/7LSWQkpV/MF.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Another satisfied cat.
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IDENTIFY.
We’re all kings and queens at Azzgab.
It only takes one of you to settle.
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It only takes one of you to settle.
Just like we settle for this tedious Rubini shit? There’s a lot of settling going on these days. Too much, one might say. ::)
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Just like we settle for this tedious Rubini shit?
Not my circus; not my monkeys. Enjoy, Baby.
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So... you're like a real loser, huh? Wow.
Top right.
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you losers
Starting today, let us resolve to only fight with words, and not with our feces.
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Starting today, let us resolve to only fight with words, and not with our feces.
Loser is a word.
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Although there are undoubtedly much more diplomatic phrases to say out loud, “shut the f****** and go plug your twat” is definitely a leading contender for “World's Most Satisfying Utterance.”
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Loser is a word.
A word with a shitty aftertaste.
Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.
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A word with a shitty aftertaste.
Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.
He started it. ::)
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He started it. ::)
And guess who he was quoting?
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And guess who he was quoting?
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(https://images.radio-online.com/images/people/DavidRubiniXL.png)
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What the actual fuck.
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Five interviews with police in as many weeks. My street cred is recovering by leaps & bounds.
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Five interviews with police in as many weeks. My street cred is recovering by leaps & bounds.
How did that nogudnik Rubini ever become privy to your current sticky situation?
(https://i.postimg.cc/6QmsPXH7/econolodge.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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guess who [Jack] was quoting?
So... you're like a real loser... (https://vocaroo.com/1cjMHHVAvvqp)
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How did that nogudnik Rubini ever become privy to your current sticky situation?
1) What situation?
2) Police scanners are readily purchased.
I'm fine. Thanks for assuming. Imma get stoned and go back to sleep; alone.
It's still my best Christmas ever. Let that sink in.
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How did that nogudnik Rubini ever become privy to your current sticky situation?
Oof. There's no gettin' 'round that one.
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Oof. There's no gettin' 'round that one.
No one knows that I was deliberately lied to by corrupt (PROT) County (Blanks) in order to trick me into landing myself in jail.... twice. That is information I have kept closely guarded—that is to say, I never have spoken this information aloud, or posted about it—until this very moment of Now.
But I'll be honest, I'm not gonna lie: at this point—it ain't all that sticky of a situation. I'm sittin’ pretty. I just rolled out of bed 30 minutes ago, I immediately got my drink on, I got my smoke on, and maybe I'll do a little gambling later.
Don't cry for me, Argentina. The truth is... SELF-DEFENSE. FAIR USE.
CASE CLOSED. Hopefully, they'll put a little mustard on it for me. I get off on that s***.
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Now, just as soon as Inspector Clouseau and his filthy
little (edit: oh, they're actually good-sized) gang of French reprobate apprentices show up and figure out what my new anagram stands for, I should be right as rain.
Fortunately, I packed a lunch. You know how the French are. Sacre Bleu!
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[...] go back to sleep; alone.
It's still my best Christmas ever. Let that sink in.
https://youtu.be/wLca0wdUycw
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1) What situation?
2) Police scanners are readily purchased.
I'm fine. Thanks for assuming. Imma get stoned and go back to sleep; alone.
It's still my best Christmas ever. Let that sink in.
No one knows that I was deliberately lied to by corrupt (PROT) County (Blanks) in order to trick me into landing myself in jail.... twice. That is information I have kept closely guarded—that is to say, I never have spoken this information aloud, or posted about it—until this very moment of Now.
But I'll be honest, I'm not gonna lie: at this point—it ain't all that sticky of a situation. I'm sittin’ pretty. I just rolled out of bed 30 minutes ago, I immediately got my drink on, I got my smoke on, and maybe I'll do a little gambling later.
Don't cry for me, Argentina. The truth is... SELF-DEFENSE. FAIR USE.
CASE CLOSED. Hopefully, they'll put a little mustard on it for me. I get off on that s***.
The situation Rubini posted and then retracted on his infamous little houseparty.
Good luck tomorrow in the dock! In the virtual matrix of course.
(https://i.postimg.cc/xTSpcmL6/dock.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/F1DV67WS)
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The situation Rubini posted and then retracted on his infamous little houseparty.
You should repost it, Loaser!
Good luck tomorrow in the dock! In the virtual matrix of course.
I'm not scheduled until Wednesday Friday.
(http://hxxps://i.postimg.cc/xTSpcmL6/dock.jpg) (http://hxxps://postimg.cc/F1DV67WS)
PURPURFARGADE TARDIGRADE ANSIKTET, MOTHERFU— *click"
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Cryin’ won't help you;
Beggin’ won't do you;
Know Good:
It's beyond my control.
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literally required reading
https://youtu.be/0WYU2tgPSLA
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You should repost it, Loaser!
With your permission.
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Thank God, I never talked to her father on Facebook. That would have ruined everything.
With your permission.
POUND IT, CHUCKLES— *click*
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How did that nogudnik Rubini ever become privy to your current sticky situation?
1) What situation?
2) Police scanners are readily purchased.
The situation Rubini posted and then retracted on his infamous little houseparty.
You should repost it, Loaser!
With your permission.
I too consent to any (and all) of the content you have in that dresser drawer (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=113.msg17561#msg17561) being made publicly available.
Alleged legal names (my own included), incriminating information, hate speech, libel, slander, racial slurs, character assassination-- All that good stuff.
Post it. And I encourage you to post it often.
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Post it. And I encourage you to post it often.
Also, if you have any rare, unreleased bootlegs of anyone covering Kate Bush, please post them all over the fuckin’ place, all the fuckin’ time as well too. I get off on that. Thanks in advance.
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https://youtu.be/oyOfHYjPYOI
This about kills me.
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This date-setting s*** is riveting. What a hentease.
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I too consent to any (and all) of the content you have in that dresser drawer (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=113.msg17561#msg17561) being made publicly available.
Alleged legal names (my own included), incriminating information, hate speech, libel, slander, racial slurs, character assassination-- All that good stuff.
Post it. And I encourage you to post it often.
Do you really want to go there?
(https://imgur.com/i3rgxR8.jpg)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdvfnQqZWL8
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Do you really want to go there?
This kind of thing really doesn't belong in my show thread. You two, and the rest of your mewling, little lickspittle gang of sycophantic toadies & flunkies should go get a room.
Preferably, one with an altar, ASSHO— *click*
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Imagine, being this obsessed with scheduling.
Imagine being obsessed with being obsessed.
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Hope the pre-examination went well. And that it wasn't too painful. But some of youse like that.
"Wipe your shite encrusted shoes, before you darken my hallowed step!"
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Hope the pre-examination went well.
It went well for someone, and I'm having a margarita made for me as we speak. No complaints at this time.
MOTHERFU— *click*
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It went well for someone, and I'm having a margarita made for me as we speak. No complaints at this time.
MOTHERFU— *click*
You do realize this is an internet forum and not a phone, right? ???
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You do realize this is an internet forum and not a phone, right? ???
No. Not really. Not at all. Pineapple.
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No. Not really. Not at all. Pineapple.
Kumquat.
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Do you really want to go there?
I do. What good is all the content, unpublished in a dresser drawer?
None of it is anything I wish to conceal. Its all fair game, as far as I'm concerned.
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(https://i.imgur.com/NYsKqfv.jpg)
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https://youtu.be/neUaSTSKFZc
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Do a fuckin' show, you lazy sack of shit.
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Do a fuckin' show, you lazy sack of shit.
Relax, Charlie: I've got an angle.
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Relax...
I'm never not relaxed.
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I'm never not relaxed.
I bought another microphone. Would you like me to seduce excite you?
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I just want you all to know: I out-Jewed* the Jew. This One Post... explains it all.
Semper fi
https://youtu.be/Cu0MWYI8H7k?t=0
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*: yeah, of course they want me dead, aboviously. GROW UP— *A end of line*
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What time is it? 1926. I got just got mindwiped so fuckin' hard, I barely remember my patsy mother's own name, let alone, MINE OWN.
Yeah, it's rough; don't sweat it, Kids: I was built for this shit. Semper fi
ARREST SOMEBODY, WOULDJA? HOLY JESUS SHITBALLS
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55/b]
God, seriously: YOU PEOPLE ARE PATHETIC
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God, seriously: YOU PEOPLE ARE PATHETIC
I LOST MY GOODAMNED DRINK. YOU BITCHES WILL HAVE TO RECSECHEDULE YOUR FAGGOTRY FOR THE MORNING.
SEMPER FI, FAGGOTS. *CLICK*
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SEMPER FI, FAGGOTS. *CLICK*
1410
https://youtu.be/-OjzW2ZvSZQ?t=1355
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Hello, Doctor, or whatever you’re calling yourself now, hello? This is Jackstar. Give me the news. I've got a bad case of {GERUND:non-profane} you. What? What do you mean, “deal with it?” You deal with it, motherFU— *click*
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God, seriously: YOU PEOPLE ARE PATHETIC
I stand by these statements.
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I stand by these statements.
(http://image2.sina.com.cn/ent/s/u/2004-10-11/U487P28T3D529069F326DT20041011153552.jpg)
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Fuck it. Nothing & no one is worth this level of bullshit. The nuance is irrevocably tainted, the center cannot hold, and it's not my duty to protect all of all y'all from the consequences of your own disastrous choices. I mean it's easy enough to do for me, but I have other things to do with my life.
WHICH IS ACTUAL, PEOPLE. I saw Damon yesterday. Damon is cool. Damon has always been cool, and now the rest of you left have degenerated so far that he might as well be Emperor. Here, it's dangerous to rule the roost: take these new clothes.
I'll put it this way: The creative spark is ROTTEN.
I'll write to the Grand (Blank) in the morning. I've been putting it off because I didn't know if it was really going to be necessary, but it's clear that something has to be done at this point, given the circumstances. The other option is more lawyers, which I consider to be an obvious trap to be avoided, aboviously.
Then again, I'm a Gemini; I might change my mind anytime. Go ahead and start deleting all your slander & defamation now, you might even speed up the site a little.
Some of you may prefer to slow it down. Go with God, Loophound. Your friends that you have left will be glad you did.
Meanwhile, the friends that I have left will be delighted to hear that I spent three grand on my testicles. Now I know that might seem like a lot, but compared to my $28,000 truck that was stolen, it seems downright cheap considering I do still have them attached... so there's no need to kiss them goodbye. Or schedule an actual Brazilian named Polly to wax my inoculation mark to a pinpoint sheen. Or, wonder why a sudden massive wave of explosive diarrhea rips through your body in about an hour and a half. That's not a prediction, just a hypothesis.
Hey, by the way, have any you ever heard of a way to brush your teeth while getting fellated? Tell you what, y'all wait here for about five f****** years and then I'll come back and tell you how I figured it out.
Authentically.
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Maybe your kilt is too tight? Why not try pants with rainbow suspenders? What have you got to lose at this point?
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WHICH IS ACTUAL, PEOPLE. I saw Damon yesterday. Damon is cool. Damon has always been cool,
Damon! Nice person.
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Fuck it. Nothing & no one is worth this level of bullshit.
Strange. I was just thinking that about you.
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Strange. I was just thinking that about you.
Oh, well, that's where you were wrong, Kiddo.
I do, however, have to go. Don't tase me, Bro. *curtain call click*
NO TOUCHING
NO TOUCHING
NO CONTACT
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1490480134356287488
NO TOUCHING
NO CONTACT
... Tedious.
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Maybe your kilt is too tight?
That actually was the problem with my (thankfully temporary) difficulty urinating. I was carrying around a lot--I am using the words "a lot" but I'm really talking about "about 17 pounds of scrap metal"--in my Utilikilt's pockets, and with the location of the belt, I was inadvertently overly compressing--crushing, really--the part of my anatomy where a piece of fibromesh was implanted, and, well... thankfully, this was an easy fix, once I figured out what the problem was. It was weird. (PROT) and (PROT) were equally freaked out... in opposite directions.
/flex
I still wear the kilt. I've compensated by no longer overloading my pockets, adjusting the location of where I wear the belt, and regularly massaging the area that used to be regularly massaged by a Thai hooker and her Gom Jabbar. Problem solved! (Some vitamins, too. /rawr)
Why not try pants with rainbow suspenders?
I considered that, however: already trademarked.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1490755689576235009
... Tedious.
https://twitter.com/i/spaces/1BRKjnkPOrQKw
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https://twitter.com/i/spaces/1BRKjnkPOrQKw
Cool. Thanks man. ;) ;D
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https://twitter.com/BetterCallSaul/status/1490762339146211332
DO IT.
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They made me stop flying my drone. There is no joy in Mudville.
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They made me stop flying my drone. There is no joy in Mudville.
How dare they? Damn they.
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How dare they? Damn they.
Don't believe a word he says, for your own wellbeing.
He's got multiple personality disorder, and refuses to take his meds.
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Don't believe a word he says, for your own wellbeing.
He's got multiple personality disorder, and refuses to take his meds.
I'll just stand here for ten minutes in the rain until I receive my diagnosis and a packet of tablets.
I think I hear a bus coming.
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I think I hear a bus coming.
Better yet, walk in front of it.
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Better yet, walk in front of it.
It wouldn't be the same if I gave informed consent.
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I love the smell of fatwa in the morning.
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I love the smell of fatwa in the morning.
(https://c.tenor.com/anr4PAQ4WYEAAAAC/arresteddevelopment-its-happening.gif)
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And this is what you live for, right?
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And this is what you live for, right?
The thrill of knowing that I must once again climb the mountain in order to get my show thread stickied once again makes rolling out of bed each morning stone cold sober all the more worth my while.
Don't cry for me, Argentina.
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The thrill of knowing that I must once again climb the mountain in order to get my show thread stickied once again makes rolling out of bed each morning stone cold sober all the more worth my while..
That was shit of me, to be quite honest.
5mwJ is important BellGab canon.
[REACTIVATE STICKY]
Apology witheld (unfortunately).
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Apology witheld...
I've come to learn, that if I show weakness around you, its like an open wound in shark infested waters.
I'm gonna shave my head any minute and go full Britney, motherfucker!
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Perhaps all this is is an episode of psychotic depression, manifesting itself as a 'Jackstar is the enemy' type thing.
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Perhaps all this is is an episode of psychotic depression, manifesting itself as a 'Jackstar is the enemy' type thing.
Well, there's an easy way to check: do you see any lasagna on the floor?
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[REACTIVATE STICKY]
https://youtu.be/CRo-NIKZ7Qk
Watch it. DO IT.
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do you see any lasagna on the floor?
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https://youtu.be/aXSWofjteFk
I'm just going to play this and drink whiskey for the next month. Too bad no one is interested in teaching me how to stream.
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Don't believe a word he says, for your own wellbeing.
He's got multiple personality disorder, and refuses to take his meds.
That isn't good.
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I'm just going to play this and drink whiskey for the next month. Too bad no one is interested in teaching me how to stream.
Just relax and let it flow. Stay focused and aim well!
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(https://i.postimg.cc/cHFqxhyC/Pee.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JFdlgV6EEQ
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1490480134356287488?s=20&t=-dcBX3Q0wiOR4BLPi1PG5g
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1490755689576235009?s=20&t=-dcBX3Q0wiOR4BLPi1PG5g
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1491545017285898241?s=20&t=-dcBX3Q0wiOR4BLPi1PG5g
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1491790874916757506?s=20&t=-dcBX3Q0wiOR4BLPi1PG5g
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Tweet error (does not exist)."
Nietzsche would be proud.
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Nietzsche would be proud.
Cool! Is this the part where you look into the abyss?
(https://c.tenor.com/wIDxUYkcwXgAAAAM/spongebob-watching-movies.gif)
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Cool! Is this the part where you look into the abyss?
I actually didn't skip that orientation day. I won't lie: attendance helped on that one.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru0su5jcJk0
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492006071480635393?t=tRgF_0WFcvQgGtcvjolPBA&s=19
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Nietzsche would be proud.
Like seriously now. Totes suicidal.
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Broken links.
Broken links everywhere.
DO BETTER, negro.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492266209185714177?t=-TAzLG7uNe8UuQv2ljJnaQ
Broken links.
Broken links everywhere.
DO BETTER, negro.
... ‘Tis a bloodbath!
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492266209185714177?t=-TAzLG7uNe8UuQv2ljJnaQ
... ‘Tis a bloodbath!
Why do ya gotta be so mean to angels? What did they ever do to you? >:(
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Next time you get out and push, put the handbrake down.
It helps some.
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-TpSNNz-4B8
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Alright, kids. Don’t play D&D too late into the night. ;)
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This faggot plays "Chess," with himself.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492266209185714177?t=-TAzLG7uNe8UuQv2ljJnaQ
... ‘Tis a bloodbath!
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https://voca.ro/1hbzuIbjge2q
(https://i.imgur.com/YHNTYGG.gif)
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This faggot plays "Chess," with himself.
You do? How sad for you. :(
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Them damn masks mist up the ol' spectacles, eh.
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Boys will be boys, it's a powerful thing
Better learn how to swim or learn how to drink
Cops and robbers, I can't tell 'em apart
It's a systematic figure that we're passing as Art
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492516339021275138
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Boys will be boys, it's a powerful thing
Better learn how to swim or learn how to drink
Cops and robbers, I can't tell 'em apart
It's a systematic figure that we're passing as Art
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492906162596941826?t=6Y7Uj3NpgJZUKYxY4W703w
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Boys will be boys, it's a powerful thing
Better learn how to swim or learn how to drink
Cops and robbers, I can't tell 'em apart
It's a systematic figure that we're passing as Art
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492906162596941826
HELP I AM BEING OPPRESSED Literally afraid if I pushed the wrong button, I'll go to the fucking whole God damn it. OK, so currently in the background you've got Sagittarius, that's fine. Did you know massage? I got one I got 1 thingy in SAJ accounts. I know this person who has seven no 66 or 7 fucking plants and saj. And I tell this person this, and this person is like. But but, but I'm a blank, and I'm like you got set 6 fucking planets in fucking savage, and they're like.Literally, just like that I was this.Such as what?OK, if any of you are going to be a fucking terrible person fucking. Don't don't fucking pull a card and say wow pull a fucking card and say what the fucking card is fucking you mother fuckers. Every every last mother fucking one of you.Fucking see you boil in a lake of fire every time. Mother fuckers this is I mean OK. Sometimes you gotta tarot person. I don't wanna say tarot lady. I mean they are predominantly female. Imagine that I don't want to call him Terra ladies because the fucking anything but.Jesus Christ OK we got.We got some of these women, some. Some of these people, some of these people, your people. They fucking put the camera on the cards right? But they don't, they don't. They don't do much to maintain an awareness that the viewer can actually see what the God damn cards are like. They're just like fixated on their fucking dope dream. Oh, I see. I see a lover returning. Oh no shit. Oh, do you? Well, we're all fucking one so if we ain't gotta fucking lover I guess the.The ones come back is returning 'cause there's we are all one right fucking OK this one.This one, this one I just found out. I'm fucking literally checking every single fucking one out. Oh, this one sucks. Yeah, fuck this this this one Pisces little thing know about Pisces. Pisces is sign of the fish and the fish are in the ocean and the ocean. There's also fucking sharks so you just watch out for the Pisces. They're also at the end of the Zodiac wheel for a reason. The sharks. They're like the langeliers. They fucking eat everything. I went by the way shout out to.One miss blank.Hi, isn't it great that I can shout out to you now? Fucking whatever can you Can you believe this shit? I seriously fucking call me now in that cool I can say that and not and not go to the whole.In that wonderful that I'm not going to the whole God did you fucking don't even know you don't even you fucking people have been to the whole. You don't fucking know what it's like.At least there's no fucking advertisements on the God damn hole to play it on. Oh thank God. Oh what's this kind of tweet fuck?OK, that's that's fake. OK, never mind, I was just about to get sprung, but no, we're not going to do that.How do I tweet mother fucker? Just fucking thing is stupid.I don't, I don't, I don't. I don't like the Twitter. I'm not not a fan of the tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, I gotta push like 18 buttons just to make one fucking thing happen and did it even work. I don't know fucking you know I didn't have any doubts and then the mother fucking thing stopped working.Way to cut the fucking ankles out of your God damn relationship over sudden. You're not working. Oh well now it's working. If you click on it whatever bunch of bullshit. OK Where was I? Yeah I was I was.It's February 13th. I'm sitting alone in a.I'm not going to say.I'm not gonna say are you are you fucking happy now good.Good 'cause this was what you desired. This is what you wrote. This is what you got, mother.I don't know what to say.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1492906162596941826
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https://youtu.be/pcY2pGvx5i4
https://youtu.be/kNnCiH7QU8Q
https://youtube.com/shorts/tY_7zr70JHI?feature=share
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You lack vision.
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Actually pathetic. Get a life.
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You lack vision.
Actually pathetic. Get a life.
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Tell it slow.
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Tell it slow.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleon_complex
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You're like a real loser...
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You're like a real loser...
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I'd be there, but they stole the van.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Napoleon_complex
I'm totally cool with my midget stature. It makes my dick appear bigger.
Also, us wee-folk tend to outlive you mongoloid types.
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You're like a real loser...
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I'm totally cool with my midget stature.
Obviously.
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Yeah, I’m just watching you two idiots go at each other while smoking a doobie in my van down by the river. Hilarious! :D
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I Rule!
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Yeah, I’m just watching you two idiots go at each other while smoking a doobie in my van down by the river. Hilarious! :D
That's because you're way cooler than Shitstar. ;)
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I Rule!
Get me a clean bag, you adorable faggot.
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cooler than Shitstar. ;)
He's being repressed. It's not really a fair fight.
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Yeah, I’m just watching you two idiots go at each other while smoking a doobie in my van down by the river. Hilarious! :D
INVITE ME, LOSER
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Get me a clean bag, you adorable faggot.
That you DAD?
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That you DAD?
How would you even know? Seriously asking here.
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How would you even know? Seriously asking here.
Why do you think I'm asking? Retard Much? ???
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Why do you think I'm asking?
I don't.
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U don't. (THINK) ::)
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Living in a van down by a river sounds pretty comfy if you ask me. I mean if its a choice between that and a cookie cutter condo in some shitty gated community with a Pol Pot tier HOA and shitty neighbours I'd probably pick the van
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Living in a van down by a river sounds pretty comfy if you ask me. I mean if its a choice between that and a cookie cutter condo in some shitty gated community with a Pol Pot tier HOA and shitty neighbours I'd probably pick the van
Don't let the kilt fool you, OJ. Jacko’s far too great of a snob to live in a van down by the river. That motherfucker sips cappuccino and plays chess indoors.
He likes scented candles and bath soaps with a heavy fragrant lather.
https://youtu.be/tgaYtpHThIQ
Pedi’s, mani’s, and powdered bottomed fannies.
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https://youtu.be/nmwF-zy2Ypo
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Boys will be boys, it's a powerful thing
Better learn how to swim or learn how to drink
Cops and robbers, I can't tell 'em apart
It's a systematic figure that we're passing as Art
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1493057532792696833
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You lack vision.
Actually pathetic. Get a life.
Oh, this is a keeper. Ready and framed for the next NFT takeoff!
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Oh, this is a keeper. Ready and framed for the next NFT takeoff!
Kudos.
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He likes scented candles and bath soaps with a heavy fragrant lather.
And unprotected anal sex.
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unprotected
Everybody relax; I am here.
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If I have one regret it is that I fucked up the business deal for the show jingle. It was awesome. It was so good. He wrote it for me and–it made my heart sing–and then somehow I bothered him somehow and gave him a PTSD flashback and then he deleted it and refused to continue to negotiate. Gone forever. I miss it.
What can I say? It was his plan. I could not really argue. The next night a delivery van drove through the front window of his storefront and pinned him against the wall. With the display case. Crash-thud. Boom ka-boom.
He's good man. He lives, recovering well. Not a trifler. My hand to G-d... I had nothing to do with it.
Just one of those things. /flex
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As soon as that email you sent me with the cartoon strip framework shows up, I'm getting right on that scripting. I have legit been looking forward to it for some time.
In the meantime; they got me working The Failsafe. It's a good safe. It's a good job. It's one of the best gigs around. It's exactly like The Shining—except I'm actually not an alcoholic and I don't have an Olive Oyl wife and a finger-pistols psychic kid. (Best kind, flat.)
Although, they got a bunch of them down at the Piggly–Wiggly, and these days they keep a pretty fresh stock of rolling cover in turnover. I could just... Like, stop by, and pick a pair up before any public appearance at any necessary upcoming instant.
Bathe first. *click*
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1494153605271613445
To go boldly, where Angels fear to tread.
(I'm selling it? Aren't I? Where's my cough syrup? G-ddam. Is it selling? RAWR)
No double Taurus for you - That would be too easy!
Moon in Gemini:
"Restless in the extreme, you are easily bored because of your short attention span. Your emotions change rapidly and you love to talk about your feelings ... You have vivid powers of emotional self-expression - - you can be a nonstop talker. You love to share your ideas with anyone who will listen."
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No double Taurus for you - That would be too easy!
Native & Venus. Twin cows with gem in eye over the moon.
I feel like I don't need to explicitly point out that I probably know my own personal details in my natal chart better than someone on The Internet I've never met IRL, but... well, this place being what is, I know for damn sure you know more about my bathrobe and my slippers than I do right now.
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76 views. There's no goddam maybe about it. That's probably exactly as many tulpas as he's got.
I'm still on the fence about this Space thing. Poor thing, I don't have any friends on Twitter. There was that one time when I had some friends on Twitter I think there was one friend and then there's like two or three friends that I met through their friend on twitter, and then when all those tens of thousands of Twitter accounts got deleted, that was funny cuz they'll run away but
*Bang*.
MINE WAS UNTOUCHED. Sounds familiar, n’est-ce pas? Frankly, I would have preferred to go down with the ship. I don't get access to a lot of navel on top of me lately though.
NAVAL AUTONOMY. The world axis is ready. However I don't actually have any friends on Twitter who could use this kind of device I got one person that gets into link to and never works and then they're too busy to join and then I'm not working I don't even know who I want in there and then I haven't even decided on what kind of format I just wanted to do it there because of reasons and then I thought I'd let you know ahead of time. Someone get on the Tweety and DM MV and then we'll get started.
DM MV
The ‘V’ is for vag. Oh, and by the way, the reason why I had to spectacularly unexpectedly spontaneously reschedule with you against your consent, it's because your sister's third Brothers quiet mouse secretary is a fucking whore. What can I tell you, I had to reschedule and then that's what happened. Aren't you glad that you found out?
I don't actually have to give updates you know. I can just do this silent while talking to your dog. No, wait, that's my giraffe. Did your wife put that collar on it? Put her on the dog, we don't want to have to name her Indiana.
(Imagine if I had just done it live. Like, under a sheet. Then recognize that joy springing up in your heart as a sign that you know I was right. Semper fi, cuntface. *click*
... Yawn. Wait, what are you still doing here? The post is over. Go home.
GO HOMELICH.)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1497420060901605377
Back by popular demand.
Sponsored by FruitererCo.
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The Nephilim want to know. WTF are you going to pull out of your ass next? Imagine the feculence. Take it all with a grain of nitroglycerin, kid. But don't breathe on innocent bystanders.
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The Nephilim want to know.
Wow. What's that like? *NUTS*
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WTF are you going to pull out of your ass next?
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1497950024453394432
But don't breathe on innocent bystanders.
Well, if I (VERB:PROFANE_GERUND) on them first, they won't be all that innocent anymore.
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Take it all with a grain of nitroglycerin, kid.
From castigation to celebration in two short days. Well, sure: I am indeed, that pretty. But, are you always gonna be this salty, or is this an affectation? I gotta set my Hurtzfield compensators for this.
By the way, until (PROT) pops the soap bubble, this is all practice, but I'll always remember the village. That's one of my unique qualities that is in such high demand.
Also, soon to be in high demand: more cannon fodder. And, there, I am at a disadvantage, in that without multiple corpses, it's impossible to get enough fingers prepped to give you the birds. *sad trombone*
So, you ready to roll then? Oh, your timetable. Got it. *gentle disco*
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I would love to do a remote podcast, but 500 ft away is a long way way to do a tracking shot, and then I don't really want to get in the way but the hell is going on anyway.
However I'm right here and I could get video with my drone I could do commentary and then I'm.... not going to do it.
Here's why, it would be disrespectful. People under the impression that I'm doing something wrong so if I do something right while doing something wrong it doesn't count so I'll have to wait until people are aware I'm not doing anything wrong and then they can condemn me for having done them wrong in the past meanwhile this guy is playing bumper cars with I don't know who on my lawn.
That's true. He's got a right to privacy. So do I have course, none of you know how I managed to have this conversation without laughing my ass off.
It's really as bad as it seems. As a bonus it'll get worse and it'll never get better and then I'll have to take over and fix it. This is another idea: 90 days dry. I'm sorry I'm not really the decision maker on here right now, nor the planner.
Obviously I could do one hell of a show. Once again I think that would be impolite. Also I don't think any of you know that I can actually sound okay if I want to I think you all think that I have no control and I'm a babbling idiot.
That's where the magic of the Scotty Principle comes in. This is my playground. And now that I'm aware of certain fundamental issues that I was being slid on, I had to imagine what anybody would fight with her over, you can think of anything.
I would like to point out that I don't like seeing them like this. From what they're rolling around in at the time it makes it seem like the ghosts at my property are very low trash. That might be my leftovers from 2 months ago but then again I'm kind of like a ghost anyway.
Semper fi
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I would love to do a remote podcast, but 500 ft away is a long way way to do a tracking shot, and then I don't really want to get in the way but the hell is going on anyway.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499106181477924865
(LOVE DIVE LIVE: as soon as I get a call back from the Secretary of State as to which Network We're launching on. Consent on this MATTERS. I'm not going to be the one that foots this bandwidth bill if/when something goes wrong, like a sudden unexpected murder-suicide, or a satellite losing Earth–lock (my favorite flavor of warlock), or Art Bell returning from the grave (buckle up, Keith!), you know, anything like that, I AM NOT on the hook—and that's why Mr. D.V.R. is going to call pretty soon; or he's going to lose All his Biscuits, C. D. Quick-lick-Lee.)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499106181477924865
(LOVE DIVE LIVE: as soon as I get a call back from the Secretary of State as to which Network We're launching on. Consent on this MATTERS.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499113354194939905
(idden off it first. Everybody please be patient, when a man's got this many n****** acting as lawyers, he's got to wait for a lot of calls back when an unexpected monkey turns out to be a real (CLASSIFIED) (slang_for_XENOMORPH) loser of Star business Kits.)
Send me a direct message on Twitter if any One would like Me to get going early: I actually have full clearances; but as a duty and an honor and a Grand, Great, G-(PROT) privilege (nowhere close to a courtesy) I am HOLDING OUT for Glory.
I GOT ALL DAY FOR THIS BY THE WAY. I didn't pack my lunch—I launched it & my sides into fucking orbit. (Yeah, you know me: Magic S.W.O.R.D.)
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The Nephilim want to know. WTF are you going to pull out of your ass next?
I don't know (looks clear), but believe Me, know Me, Trust Me: whatever IT turns out to be, after IT comes out of the wash, I'm handing IT right back to Them. *fusion&giggle_bomb_blast*
ALSO I HAPPEN TO HAVE A COPY OF THE US CONSTITUTION I CAN PULL OUT OF MY HOUSE AT ANY TIME, OUT OF MY ASS AT ANY TIME, AND IF THE SUN EVER COMES OUT I'LL RECITE IT TO YOU DIRECTLY FROM MEMORY. AT. ANY. TIME, MOTHE—*click*
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Send me a direct message on Twitter if any One would like Me to get going early: I actually have full clearances
[...]
(Yeah, you know me: Magic S.W.O.R.D.)
Started up: jockeying for position. It's FIERCE.
Flattered!
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Started up: jockeying for position. It's FIERCE.
Flattered!
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499129194072068100
It's in the can. He's gonna wake up on a ghost ship.
(Thanks Sailor Perry; even-steven, Semper fi) Seriously, Kids: never betray The All Gone Quantum Kwintuplet Gang. They are brutal brutes.
I, of course... fit right in. Her (blank) was a little too small, though: I'm not gonna lie. And this was the only way forward to save you All.
WWG1
WGA
(Fu coochi-coochi coo)
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It's in the can. He's gonna wake up on a ghost ship.
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(Fu coochi-coochi coo)
You have a stellar week for networking, Taurus! Over the week ahead, the planets will be activating your tenth house of career and public visibility and your eleventh house of community. This translates into a golden opportunity for reaching out to people who appreciate your work and can help you succeed. Your planetary ruler, Venus, meets with Mars and powerful Pluto, exuding magnetic vibes for a project that at first perhaps seemed far away from happening. While you normally prefer to hustle on your own, this week’s new moon helps you realise that now, there is more power in numbers. Since this is the sector of life in which you will experience more growth in 2022, use this expansive lunation to create a heightened awareness of your position within the context of a group that you see yourself evolving with. Mercury’s conjunction with Saturn, also in your career sector, speaks of sealing the deal on something meaningful that will boost your long-term success.
Ghost: ship confirmed.
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You have a stellar weekly forecast, Virgo! No one will deny you’re one of the worker bees of the zodiac, but this week, the cosmos is asking you to focus on having fun and spending time with the ones you love. The current line-up of planets in Capricorn and Pisces are activating your fifth house of fun and your house of partnerships, respectively. While work should always be kept afloat, try spending less time hustling and more time playing. We know — it’s hard to drop work early, but trust us when we say that this influence is short-lived, as next week, your load will most likely ramp up. Saturday brings the most fortunate day of the year, and for you, the possibility to take a relationship or commitment to the next level. If you’re single, this is a fine time to start a profile on a dating app, as your love forecast for the next few months looks more than promising!
"More than promising," WTAF is that? What, notarized? Fuck this, I'm going to go buy beer liquor. Don't worry about it, Kids, I'm fine; don't buy the hype, I'll buy some dead cow to go with it. Just for luck.
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New show launching. It's gonna take some time. Still--as it looks like The Chase got cindered along with Daoud (I miss him. *sniff*), and I am possessed with an abundance of Creative power (totes), I might just be looking at a whole ass-load & shit-ton of franchising opportunities. Fingers Crossed, My Friends.
What? After all this horse dick, you thought there was any doubt that I was gonna deliver? Yeah, fuck you, Buddies--not by a long chalk. Not on my watch. Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta figure out how to wind my watch timepeace with nothing but a warm smile and a roll of toilet paper. Wish me luck.
IN MY CRAFT. (5% solution uber alles)
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New show launching.
Word from the future is, not only is it a hit, but: I sunk their battleship. /rawr
Anyone else wants to trifle, I'll be drunk in about 3 hours. It'll be your best window of opportunity to get in, tie my kangaroo down, & get out before I come to your senses along with mine & cinder your fuckin’ mother's fuckin’ planet. (When every tool you have is a (blank)...)
(Note to Self: Find out what happens when the only tool one has available is a kangaroo. I'm not going to lie; that sounds hot already. Also check into just marsupials in general. And tell your mother you love her once in awhile, you asshole; she's fucking dead, not fucking deaf.)
I'm thinking beginning to see the problem with the groupies. EOL
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499512864700125234
I listen to Michael Decon. There. I said it.
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Incidentally I wish you all to be aware that 5mwJ is neither forever gone, nor ongoing--me babbling into The Tweety is not a final solution to the ongoing personal mental health crisis that Some are undergoing, I'm just kinda kicking back and taking it easy for the time being, and I don't have a solid workspace right now--so I'm focusing on my personal comfort first, rather than rushing heavily into production on what I wanted that to end up being.
Remember: I started just wanting to play chess, motherfuckers. Now, what the fuck have I been doing? I feel like I'm covering the goddam OJ trial. Which, don't get me wrong, it's nice. Right place, right time, right Hungarian, right Plan--PANAMA!
I miss the intro most of all. With the rocket blasting off? That shit was hot. SO hot. I miss it. It's coming back. I don't give a shit what Ben Stiller thinks--he and David can pony up a class action suit later.
THE SHOW MUST GO ON. Hang on, though, I gotta do my (blanks). l8r
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1499512864700125234
I listen to Michael Decon. There. I said it.
NC
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And I am a Virgo?. You rang.? I know you did.
Do you actually know the blessed hour you were dropped in the manger?
Virgo rising doesn't seem to fit the bill or your swaggering demeanour.
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Do you actually know the blessed hour you were dropped in the manger?
I was an astrotheologian for years before I got the field commission to Sourceror. I am as confident about my birthTTime as it is possible to be. People know--I won't reveal it just now, ask them. (It's not a secret. I'm just shy.)
Virgo rising doesn't seem to fit the bill or your swaggering demeanour.
It's been established--I'm compensating for something. Only my Fruit Basket knows the truth--and their various IRL-IDs are closely guarded secrets, not just for the time being, but most likely, now and forevermore.
I have Special Needs. Like, no shit. For one thing, my father was a star athlete and an abject retard. Christ only knows what deals he made with me as collateral before he died. You know, I was never able to ask him what he thought he was trading my prepuce for--it must have been something, that thing was big enough to cover 5 tennis courts if unfolded. It didn't go for nuttin'. I rather doubt it was for the Sourcery gig, I think I earned that on my own.
Having a thick skin was just a happy accident. Maybe? Look, there's a lot I don't know, but yeah--I know when I was born. Virgo Rising. Believe it.
You can tell from the long line of Scorpios that are sniffing my backtrail. Like, seriously. I am the most stalked man I've ever heard of. Y'all do not know the half of it.
*polite self-flattery* SNIPER
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I was on it. Relax.
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Relax.
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Do you actually know the blessed Rubini?
THE manAger?
Merv Griffin rising doesn't seem to fit the bill or your sweaty kilt sack demeans in the phone 🤔
https://youtu.be/P_apIbmsUwU
❤
/psyche
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I made a new "Eleven Minutes & Fifty-Five Seconds With Jackstar" and I can't figure out how to upload it anywhere, so; I'm just going to go back to sleep.
You probably want to hear anybody else but me anyway. I know how you are.
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I made a new "Eleven Minutes & Fifty-Five Seconds With Jackstar" and I can't figure out how to upload it anywhere, so; I'm just going to go back to sleep.
You probably want to hear anybody else but me anyway. I know how you are.
I asked Azz upgrade the forums settings and donated the money to do so. Try again later. 💚🥰
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I made a new "Eleven Minutes & Fifty-Five Seconds With Jackstar" and I can't figure out how to upload it anywhere, so; I'm just going to go back to sleep.
You probably want to hear anybody else but me anyway. I know how you are.
I, want to hear you.
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(Back by incessant telepathic demand.)
My peeps and I got in the back end of this Forum's server.
We downloaded everything including "old" bellgab, new secret Bellgab, and [project KucziAss]:current Ellgab.
Get Ready!
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#OFFICIAL
I am the cyberbullied, trolled-to-death-good-guy that was trying to simply keep the torch lit
Welcome to... What City.
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https://youtu.be/YJ6PiLUxkYQ
You probably want to hear anybody else but me anyway. I know how you are.
Everybody in (Blank), WA hates me—except for (You).
(it's actually a metafive)
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I am guessing this particular podcast is in reference as to how long a typical sexual encounter with JaxTard lasts. Whether that be his insane fellatio skills, his efficiency at self-gratification or the amount time it takes for him to reach "self-completion" in coitus.
(https://i.imgur.com/Pivvl9o.jpg)
Is that really worth all that much? I mean to anyone besides himself?
Axing for a fiend.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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I am guessing this particular podcast is in reference as to how long a typical sexual encounter with JaxTard lasts.
Well... I'm here to be tellin’ ya:
None of them have ever been typical.
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Production offline until Wednesday at the earliest. Reasons. Some include the weather. The actual weather. FML
I don't like it, any better than any of you Men. There's a lot of shit going on. And: I'm not going to tell you about it either.
That being said: be of good cheer. I don't think there's any kind of disaster oncoming. And if I ever find that guy who spread that rumor about me being suicidal and actually having done it, I'm going to beat the shit out of him so fucking bad that they're going to have to put me in goddam solitary.
Again. Except if that actually happens, I will actually fucking portal, O.U.T, MOTHERF—*click*
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can I just wing it? Asking
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1500986658308562945
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1500986658308562945
Sometimes hi hi, I'm I'm Jack. I'm a star just used to it I'm I'm really just giving this up for somebody wanted to know something and now they know look I'm alive. Look it's really me. Hi hi I'm alive yeah I'm not going to say who actually needs to know this you think that such a person could just call me but it turns out actually they can't. They can't. I'm well number one I block some numbers recently motherfucker I have not.
Blocked number in so fucking long. Usually I consider blocking to be a big sign that a person is a big fucking pussy. But well, I'm not going to lie and I'm I've just fucking had it up to the God damn ceiling. I'm not fucking put him. Do I need to curse this much? No, probably not.
Oh OK, good so I I my my. My thoughts are scattered, I'm not. I'm not allowed to talk about what I want to talk about. I gotta wait I gotta wait I I could push the envelope don't get, don't get me wrong it's not like I can't do it I'm voluntarily choosing to agree to.
Respect the fears of others because.
So funny, OK, what's that look like Barbie for me to help somebody?
Avoid the consequences or actions, but I was like Oh my God and oh the emperors. Oh look at her.
You know there's there's a whole bunch of questions I could answer.
You think you think that people who wanted no answers would just send me a list like remember when Hillary was all just send me your questions and I'll respond to them? You know why she was asking that shit boy? I'll tell you, I know why too.
What up you know? I bet Hillary is good at chess. I bet she can play a mean fucking game.
And but she doesn't have to get to rank 8 to fucking promoter nights. Oh my God, that that's that's that's a little bit inside chess. I don't think anybody will get that joke at all.
Oh yeah, alright.
Where do I go to do 5 minutes here? Yeah, I really gotta do. I do fine, I can do 5 minutes. I don't see why not. I don't need. I don't need to not do 5 minutes.
Cut something out.
So this is what I do all day. I I watch other people reading tarot cards and then I pretend that has something to do with my life because obviously it doesn't, why? Why would, why would my life have anything to do with the fabric of reality? That's just so outrageous. I I should be not nearly so so.
Arrogant.
Cavalier.
I did look like there's no reason to think that all these people are talking about me.
Except they are.
You ever see that movie gently with not the movie? Shut up? Shut up lady. I just watch that one. The one with Jet Li where he's this guy and then some some version of himself is traveling through all these dimensions to kill his other selves to gain power. OK, that's a fucking documentary and nothing like that's happening with me thankfully. 'cause I'm a pacifist. You know you don't want to. You don't want to kill a pacifist. It's it's exactly like they have Star Wars. Fucking Obi Wan Kenobi, ju
That's me.
Nobody wants that so.
Where was I?
Oh I forget honestly.
I.
It's a great start again, I don't know who's going to listen to this, and thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I have no idea who even who even pays attention to my fucking shit like Mr. What's his nuts? Twitter headquarters? He knows he knows exactly who's clicking on me. Every single fucking person who shows any amount of interest in me ever. That's not that's in a fucking database. And do I have that? No, no, no, no no no no no no that's sold that's sold to businesses.
Who have arrangements and don't want that information now, but God forbid the ants and the Ant farm know they're on a farm. Fuck they might start doing something unexpected. You can't have that. What's that going to do the economy? If ants start doing unexpected things?
I I kind of know I have some diplomatic contacts, not gonna talk about it. I don't want to boast like like like like look look. No really I'm just I'm just an idiot really. I don't know anything. I'm not important at all and the stuff that I know I would not want to repeat for fear of making anybody that I know shine in a bad light. And I would not want that. I, you know I don't have that many damn friends. I really don't and the ones that I have I cherish.
More than most people could possibly imagine and that extends as far as up to is not even saying their names.
You know, and and for an attention whore. That's a real problem.
Firstly, I don't think I have any of those right now.
Anyway.
Let's see what else?
No news is good news, so I'm pretty sure tomorrow is gonna be fucking swimming.
If I'm still living in this God damn motel tomorrow I am going to fucking lose my God damn mind.
To break in and keep me from scratching out my eyes. Oh, and by the way, I'm telling I swear to God I didn't I didn't fucking lay a hand on her until she fucking looked like she was gonna pull her fucking eyeballs out like I I actually saw her she was reaching for her fucking eyelids with her fingernails.
Seriously, I don't think I was listening that fucking happened, so I'm I'm OK. I mean it was self defense. I'm fine tomorrow is going to be a stressful for exactly me and no one else. Not people, don't even know what's at stake.
Yeah, well maybe that one does. Who is that? Who is that? Oh, by the way, I got a weird call today. Oh shit, yeah I should get off the phone. Hi, I'm gonna end this in soon is this 5 minutes Dexter you know whatever? Whatever the fuck it is I gotta make a phone call and I didn't expect anybody to join me.
I really didn't. If I had I would have Oh my God, I would have baked you a cake, OK?
Uh, I don't have any shout outs to give, so I'll just leave it in determinate. Hi I love you bye I gotta go.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1500986658308562945
What is it with this Twittering blue sheet? All your YT suppositories are gone. Those exquisite screensavers, your dynamic trademark opening and that cool jazzy theme tune. Twitter is just a fluttering dark hole into another impoverished dimension.
Let's hope the Judge is as sober as you once were.
(https://i.postimg.cc/nz6vJjYM/5lwixm.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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Let's hope the Judge is as sober as you once were.
(https://i.postimg.cc/nz6vJjYM/5lwixm.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
The hammer falls today in Cowlitz:
1:00 pm Ex Parte Protection Order Docket
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The hammer falls today in Cowlitz:
(https://thesipadvisor.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/briarpatch.jpg)
I didn't leave cookies for Santa. I left him (blank (https://youtu.be/Hmxn1Ge6yCw?t=0)).
1:00 pm Ex Parte Protection Order Docket
That's the alt. Forget those.
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Let's hope the Judge is as sober as you once were.
(https://i.postimg.cc/nz6vJjYM/5lwixm.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Clarivoyant, precognitive: whatever you wanna call it, I'm the one who saw all this all coming from miles & miles away. Now, I'm down to just five hundred feet. Now, that's progress.
I'll be in the shower practicing the Terminator pose if anyone needs me, every goddam morning. *portal*
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It never rains—but, it pours.
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it pours.
https://twitter.com/awarrior828/status/1501417326738083847
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Clarivoyant, precognitive: whatever you wanna call it, I'm the one who saw all this all coming from miles & miles away. Now, I'm down to just five hundred feet. Now, that's progress.
I'll be in the shower practicing the Terminator pose if anyone needs me, every goddam morning. *portal*
Are you sounding a little down in the dump, Turtledove? Maybe you could use some time honoured old school gumption. Don't let that coop get you down.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaQdnn4g5y8
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Turtledove? Maybe you could use some time honoured old school gumption.
https://vocaroo.com/1hTLMXzJjiMl
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https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCH_bPPwJKuSKAg7uuWyu2hg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0ZynVrnnVk
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https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtcH-mhkieKTkHGK7qUKZ_Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=degTXF8wgjI
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https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCH_bPPwJKuSKAg7uuWyu2hg
A worthy platform.
(https://i.postimg.cc/nVQsmmfV/Jackstar.png) (https://postimg.cc/14s5hfzb)
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1501857716070805508
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWZuGGQuYzU
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This faggot plays "Chess," with himself.
Invisible Wookie. Blow.
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Note that the NetworK remains largely & essentially offline (Ed.--We're hot.) due to scheduled, perfectly normal & regular, totally routine maintenance issues and mandatory licencing requirements. (Also there are challenging problems with certain internationally recognized treaties and their signatories over certain Questions of Spelling. G-d Bless S0urcerores & #Our Troops.) Here's a couple of sippy cups: go have a drink with someone you care for. You can all & each take turns hammering Refresh like a crack monkey on the banana button board. It's alright. No one will judge. We've all been there. Welcome to my Me Party.
It's gonna take some time and inclination to get these 11.11 gigawatts back up to 55 miles per hour. It's not an ideal speed, but it's the target I have been given a mandate for, and, G-ddammit, my life has meaning. I'm not an animal, I am not just going to cover myself in greasy peanuts and roll around on the keyboard while frantically barking at the mic like a spastic elephant seal.
That's already storyboarded out for Season 3. Meanwhile: stay tuned stoned.
THUNDERDOME PROTOCOL
IS BEST PROTOCOL
Careful, astute Readers will note: the timeline features eletions.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1399472594890285057
It's still May here.
Huh. Someone forgot my birthday.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1501863582056665090
I really liked this one (1).
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1502418646441680897
https://youtu.be/0lkPU2z5vTA
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1502790097401380866
https://youtu.be/9HglqjXes9w
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Invisible Wookie. Blow.
I have a shitload of content to drop, but I'm not doing it today. And would you like to know the reason why?
‘Course you would. Well, for now, I'll just say this: I don't fuckin’ feel like it... today.
NOT TODAY (https://youtu.be/edflm7Hh3hs?t=0).
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[img]https://imgflip.com/i/68izaw[/img]
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https://twitter.com/angryseattle/status/1503026627566968838
Welcome to the party, Pal; say “Hi!” to your mother for me, semper fi
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https://youtu.be/p965QzBGB4Y
Someone watch this for me, and report back later, would you please? Would you kindly? I'm busy.
Don't do my dirty work for me. This house has been cleaned.
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https://twitter.com/angryseattle/status/1503026627566968838
Welcome to the party, Pal [...]
https://mastodon.social/@KUCZI/107952960792245777
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(https://bifrosttarot.com/cards/16tower.jpg)(https://bifrosttarot.com/cards/17star.jpg)(https://bifrosttarot.com/cards/08adjustment.jpg)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1503607426871820289
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZF60LSX-Fg
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1503977812461436933
https://youtu.be/0M9U6i4NREw
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Use high ceremonial magick to summon the spirit of Benjamin Franklin.
(https://i.postimg.cc/ydbhRRcM/BF.png) (https://postimages.org/)
That went well.
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https://youtu.be/MwlmZF1uSCk
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1504299638026747904
https://youtu.be/MjJx1PACFZ4
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1504747872469741569
https://youtu.be/U4rxvugNfuY
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1504913611877101569
https://youtu.be/_JCaUalJdUA
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I'm tall. Don't confuse me with The Dragon Lord. I know: distressingly easy to do, since I gave him some of my clothing at all, but I assure you: he would have stolen commandeered whatever it took to impersonate me sufficiently.
And you play some cool tunes.
https://youtu.be/eDigdsYNA1E
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZ1egVORfn0
And you play some cool tunes.
I'm going to make a bag for my next set of pipes out of your bladder.
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I'm going to make a bag for my next set of pipes out of your bladder.
Come on! Look up...WAY up! ;)
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Come on! Look up...WAY up! ;)
Iko, iko, un-day.
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https://youtu.be/S_ogmLOR7Ac
Motorpool wrenchslaves becoming increasingly onerous with their incessant demands. What do they want? Something stupid, doubtlessly. What are they going to get?
Whatever it takes to keep those whirlybirds spinning sharp.
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Whenever I set myself to relax and study in a private place—I am using the word "whenever" here—The Internet magically turns to instant shit. I'm obviously being driven from areas of safety and intelligence, and thus multiply my opportunities to get into trouble. Jokes on them: I am already in the largest, most tremendously intense trouble that existence might manifest. 5 more weeks. Actual heaving. Whatever.
Note that I have other words available in my lexicon than "whatever"
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A veritable jokulhaups of fresh 'n' saucy content--courtesy of Yours Truly, the #actual one and only around these parts--is all queued up and ready to roll out for your collective adsorption & absorption pleasure... and instead of putting it out A.S.A.P., like a common attention whore would, or instead of monetizing it through some kind of insipid scheme, or even caring overly much, how it may or may not be received:
I'm cool as a Q-cummberbund salesman on 07/04/25. Just think of it. Imagine being that cool. Forget imagining the smell--just focus... on the swell.
Now. Are you focusing? Good. Now, knock it off, I have work to do on various public chalkboards later, and if I get called up to front to the class by Teacher #4 while sporting a massive erection just one more time, I am likely to get that one-year-mandatory-MINIMUM jail term, and by that point, Hell, I'd probably count it a blessing.
So, no more focusing, just be aware: not only did I not do or feel any of those above ways, I also didn't put any of this shit on a "dead-man's-switch" like that dumpkopf Assange. What an Allhose, seriously. He deserved and deserves everything he got and everything he's got coming to him. Believe it. Fuck that guy. Total douchebag.
I mean, I myself am a phenomenally, horrendously stupid man--that's on record--but Assange really took imbecility to another level. Fingerpainting with feces, huh? Well, still--that's better than using What'sApp to trade crypto on the sly, or on the D.L., or whatever the kids today are calling it. (Dear Millenials: fuck you all. #Peace) In any event, no, I'm not taking that route either.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTdScE3Rqh8
You know what I am doing? Waiting for panel. It's like "Godot," but much, much more legit. (Time for pain, Elle.) Especially since I'll be there. Forgot Pozzo. Forget Lucky. Amateurs. I am a Sourceror, goddam it: and I have had enough of all this bullshit. Fair warning.
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https://youtu.be/QSkj6jqLvx0
I also didn't put any of this shit on a "dead-man's-switch" like that dumpkopf Assange. What an Allhose, seriously. He deserved and deserves everything he got and everything he's got coming to him. Believe it. Fuck that guy. Total douchebag.
I mean, I myself am a phenomenally, horrendously stupid man--that's on record--but Assange really took imbecility to another level. Fingerpainting with feces, huh? Well, still--that's better than
So. Anyone want to talk about The_Rubini the Assange wedding? Did you all seriously sign an NDA or something? Yawn.
I would be making a new content drop right now except I'm feeling... merciful. I haven't gotten to feel that one lately, so I'm planning to savor it.
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I would be making a new content drop right now except I'm feeling... merciful. I haven't gotten to feel that one lately, so I'm planning to savor it.
https://voca.ro/1fTQg8aAOrxR
🎶 Don't underestimate the things that I will do. 🎷
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5 more weeks. Actual
I'll see what I can do.
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Well he didn't like it as I sent him my ass and it wasn't a pretty ass. It was post surgical repair from a pilonidal cyst and it wasn't... look, it was just gross okay? Eewww it's on my Instagram.
Is that why you started wearing kilts? Makes sense now.
I understand there's been a lot of focus on negative energy for the last 5 years, however, I want to remind you all: I completed The Great Work. It was certainly worth it. There might be those were annoyed that it came sooner than anyone expected, but, they can all go line up early at the guillotine and beat the rush.
It would be of some interest if you could explain for the benefit of us mere mortals the exact nature of the Great Work in question. Rest assured no one will annoyed.
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Is that why you started wearing kilts? Makes sense now.
It would be of some interest if you could explain for the benefit of us mere mortals the exact nature of the Great Work in question. Rest assured no one will annoyed.
She took a teleporting ferry to Africa and they're having sex in the back of a Hummer 3 right now. Clairvoyancy, it has its drawbacks. No hard feelings!
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She took a teleporting ferry to Africa and they're having sex in the back of a Hummer 3 right now. Clairvoyancy, it has its drawbacks. No hard feelings!
Somehow that doesn't sound all that Great.
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Somehow that doesn't sound all that Great.
Wonder whore has an invisible jet, Grapefruit has a totally visible teleporting ferry. It's really not that hard to understand. It's really not complicated. Yeah they would have killed her if she had told me, but she didn't tell me, I just figured it out, and then I wrote it, so whatever.
More power to them. How do you think mermaids should get around? They're not going to walk. How about zip lines? Ooh! I know! a hot air balloon!
Seriously, the goddam boat teleported. That was like 2 years ago. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Animal sorcerer. Must have been. I don't think he was a real world werewolf. Might have been Eric Stoltz’s brother, though. I didn't want to stare at his cute little nose very long. I felt self conscious.
By the way, I'm in a great bedroom to vape in. Thanks for the party, Pol!!
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Wonder whore
I wonder if that's a typo.
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Is that why you started wearing kilts?
My recruiter told me to—after I broke his femur. I figured, at that point, what difference did it make what I wore?
Makes sense now.
Jesus, I woke up chatty. That reminds me, how many cats should she come home to? I'm thinking about getting an even baker's dozen. She left some of her clothes. I could sell them and buy cats with the proceeds.
I have options, People.
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explain for the benefit of us mere mortals the exact nature of the Great Work
Put my (blank)-wife on the phone in 7 minutes. *cl.i.c.k.*
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[*post deleted by request of poltergeists*]
They are persuasive.
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Jesus, I woke up chatty. That reminds me, how many cats should she come home to?
4 8 15 16 19 23
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https://youtu.be/ujUehfDYkfU
No show today. I'm busy producing. Since this involves drinking copious amounts of beer at 4:00 a.m., I'm not driving to pick up any abandoned waifs, waifu(s), or damsels either.
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No show today. I'm busy producing.
I'm listening to my old shows because I have no Internet and I got my old phone back and so I can listen to my past raw audio and it's awesome. I'm really good at this.
I should do a clip show.
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I'm listening to my old shows
imagining inward seething
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Everything changed when I realized I had looped my life back around to the path it could have—ought to have? mebbe—seven years before 1997.
Seven deadly sins, seven seas of Sinbad, seven brides for seven brothers, seven colors are rainbow seven fingers on... never mind.
Seven. Lucky 7. I do not know why, but nevertheless, I found myself back in time, but still in the present, and the instant I realized this, I changed my entire purpose in life to one singular focus.
Which is fine, as I really just had one then anyway; but I had allowed myself to drift away from my laser sharp precision targeting on that goal. Because, I kind of didn't think it was a possible thing.
When I realized it it might actually be I didn't know and I couldn't figure out how and I wondered... Do I have to be on another planet for that? And, yeah, maybe I did.
Long story short, plans have diverged, but I'm still trusting The Plan and I don't know who amongst you is not, but... you probably might want to start. It has taken me places I didn't think I could go, I've seen things you people could not imagine.
Trust me, don't sell yourself short, you can easily imagine an attack ship on fire off the shores of Orion. But can you imagine a sequence of digits that describe a piece of genetic code that when added to any commonly available recipe for butterscotch pudding, will create a poultice that will turn a normal human into a radio-controlled automaton that you can run from your smartphone?
Because they have that now. My hand to God. It works on superhumans too. It's usually not that easy to get them to sit down for a meal, even one as simple as butterscotch pudding but, well once they get it on them, once they get it in them, you can just flip a switch and get them to kneel down on their hands and knees and lick that butterscotch putting up off the floor with the broken glass if you want.
The future is now. Now if you will excuse me, I have things to do, my life has changed again, virtually overnight, plans made by others have caused me to alter my plans and then, as always, whatever I think I'm doing is going to be lined up with The Plan. Because I set it up that way years ago. I'm a lunatic! I'm a rebel! I get distracted by shiny objects! My tears ducts secrete a precious fluid that will get me high as Spaceballs if I decide to use them for lube! I need to remember what I'm here for: serve God, love life, and leave each corpse better looking than the last.
And that's why I'm totally happy not posting on EllGab. Really it would just be distraction from my day-to-day living which is really important to me right now. I have an actual life, People. And it is now free to love me back.
We'll probably be back to take you to Disneyland in the morning—at least as far as you know. And I'm just going to leave it open-ended so you don't know who I'm bringing back. But They will.
You had a chance to be close to me. I'm told it is going well—it's not happening for you yet, or for me, I got to get all this liquid smoke out of my hair before I leave, and I don't know what it's going to take for you people to get your shit together but... for the love of God; stop torturing children. Just look what they can turn into!
And I am one of the nice ones. PORT—*tingles*
I don't feel like reading this aloud today. Cloudy with 100% chance of Spaceballs.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1508887469365682178
🎶 Don't underestimate the things that I will do. 🎷
https://youtu.be/jBCWP-_Btf4
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1508887469365682178
https://youtu.be/jBCWP-_Btf4
(https://i.imgur.com/TuZ7jnw.gif)
https://vocaroo.com/18uU8AQNW5gd
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(https://i.imgur.com/TuZ7jnw.gif)
https://vocaroo.com/18uU8AQNW5gd
Stay out of my house. Write me an email!
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Stay out of my house. Write me an email!
I responded to your silly little email already. You appear to be your usual paranoid and delusional self...
I'm good, thanks.
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I responded to your silly little email already. You appear to be your usual paranoid and delusional self...
(https://i.imgflip.com/6anc4z.jpg)
I'm good, thanks.
Tick tock.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1509664510134693892
I'm better than this--but, I'm out on bond. Jail bond.
https://youtu.be/5HEf8tB_M24
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1509664510134693892
I'm better than this--but, I'm out on bond. Jail bond.
https://youtu.be/5HEf8tB_M24
Jack, you’ve inspired me to start work on a Gilbert & Sullivan type operetta based on your life. Here’s some of the lyrics from the first song (remember, Gilbert & Sullivan ;) ):
Whether. It. Has. A. Dick. Or. Not
A cat is a very useful pet (Do, DoDoDo)
Oh, a cat is a very useful pet.
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Jack, you’ve inspired me to start work
Well, that's one way to get around the labor shortage. Now, if you can make it Wagner & Tchaikovsky we can talk. I'm considering. Not that I don't like Gilbert & Sullivan, but I want something in a foreign language with lots of crashing symbols and mournful violas so I can bring chicks who don't understand it and, thus, not have to answer any annoying questions while still maintaining some semblance of street cred.
Whether. It. Has. A. Dick. Or. Not
A cat is a very useful pet (Do, DoDoDo)
Necronomicon, here I come. Rawr
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Well, that's one way to get around the labor shortage. Now, if you can make it Wagner & Tchaikovsky we can talk. I'm considering. Not that I don't like Gilbert & Sullivan, but I want something in a foreign language with lots of crashing symbols and mournful violas so I can bring chicks who don't understand it and, thus, not have to answer any annoying questions while still maintaining some semblance of street cred.
Necronomicon, here I come. Rawr
Hmm... 🤔
I think K_Dubb would’ve been your guy for a production like that. I’m not flamboyant enough. :-\
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K_Dubb would’ve been your guy
PLOT TWIST: He is.
;)
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PLOT TWIST: He is.
;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40
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Sorry; I was busy washing my hair in jail.
https://youtu.be/3Ed7XmcvjIw
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJo-bJ5V8A
(https://i.postimg.cc/ydK3JpfS/Nailed-it.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/xks1h5V0)
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https://youtu.be/tPg0Re8_WSA
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PO Box 460
Vader, WA 98593
Azz will buy. Bill him.
Do you need a Get Well card or a Get F***** card?
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(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRjP_BNL5o3U42VPqME2YN-2VdhX5FhQXbU8g&usqp=CAU)
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hxxps://i.postimg.cc/ydK3JpfS/Nailed-it.jpg
(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRqMDTryQELygk5l2b3BXtH7pJMcfJ3Adyk1g&usqp=CAU)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1510270867292319744
Don't underestimate the things that I will do.
https://youtu.be/Kkcha9QkdPI
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(https://miro.medium.com/max/1400/1*WxVLwTTI-Odap4mHiLQAtw.jpeg)
Is this something precious you've kept folded in your wallet for all these years? Thanks for sharing.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1511172994877427719
Do not underestimate the things that the enemy will do--for, I did not.
https://youtu.be/5eqrniEy37c
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Knock, knock.
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https://youtu.be/CgTc3cYaLdo
Advice To A Sub-Captain: crash that piece of shit, and then step away
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Knock, knock.
The news said it's raining in Maine. Do they even have plains there? Pfft.
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The news said it's raining in Maine. Do they even have plains there? Pfft.
Bab’s uvula.
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Knock, knock.
Who's there my name is my passport verify me
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Bab’s uvula.
Filled them, nearly wrecked them. Hard pass
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Filled them
Oops. This was supposed to be “philtrum.” My bad. This was supposed to be a funny joke.
We regret the error(s).
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Who's there my name is my passport verify me
This goddam movie just about kills me (https://www.youtube.com/oG5vsPJ5Tos).
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1511409008447393793
Move out. You bring me down. Move out. Don't make a sound and move out.
https://youtu.be/L9mCyFXbOXI
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This goddam movie just about kills me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oG5vsPJ5Tos?t=0).
These digital url embedded links are impossible. Don't even joke about that.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1511948870699282432
I can't stand it. Dig two quantum graves.
https://youtu.be/FG27Xt32Uug
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They did.
Jackstar, this is, without a doubt, your lamest sock puppet. ::)
Ninja Turtle Willy Warmer
(https://i.postimg.cc/q7B143C9/Ninja-Turtle.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/ZWg8L0Hc)
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Ninja Turtle Willy Warmer
(https://i.postimg.cc/q7B143C9/Ninja-Turtle.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/ZWg8L0Hc)
Dildotella.
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(https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/facebook/000/498/750/dd3.jpg)
Dildotella.
Chaferashphael. (Now, that's a mouthful.)
Ninja Turtle Willy Warmer
NTWW? EYABTT.
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Actual torture.
https://youtu.be/LpPGOb65UJY
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1513942134855913474
ooooo-ooh ooh-ooh ooo
https://youtu.be/RbPEgedfx5o
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(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcToGqoFpKvGezShcJiqLRSFy0iI2mfr677vOQ&usqp=CAU)
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The dawning of Punyling understanding
(https://i.imgflip.com/6cchw1.jpg)
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(https://c.tenor.com/VC6erAIFUX4AAAAM/monkeys-2001aspaceodyssey.gif)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1514533265079742525
Send lasagna, dogs, and a mummy. (It's for science.)
https://youtu.be/mun9Ub7UbTI
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https://youtu.be/IeqtAB1WgEw
(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)
(http://[height=192]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1514533265079742525
(http://[img]https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif) (https://i.imgur.com/GiQZjiG.gif)
Send lasagna, dogs, and a mummy. (It's for science.)
(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)
https://youtu.be/mun9Ub7UbTI (https://i.imgur.com/sExWQ3G.gif)
(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)
Your podcast sucks. You are not talented. You suck male cock. You drink your own cum. You are receiving
THE AUTISIM PARENTAL $ TRUST FUND AKA free ride... for being retarded "special" AKA RETARDED and now you are going to jail.
(https://i.imgur.com/cP9MtUu.gif)
Criminal, Stalker, PsychoBabbelist, Deluded Skirt.
*cluck*
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1514768869273272320
Send lasagna, dogs, and a mummy. (It's for science.)
https://youtu.be/uXXeF1q2Zz8
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1514768869273272320
Send lasagna, dogs, and a mummy. (It's for science.)
https://youtu.be/uXXeF1q2Zz8
https://youtu.be/IeqtAB1WgEw
(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)(https://i.imgur.com/BqNVthA.gif)(https://i.imgur.com/cP9MtUu.gif)
Criminal, Stalker, PsychoBabbelist, Deluded Skirt.
*cluck*
https://youtu.be/fOUrnUktTjU
#RUBBYMAGIC
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Criminal, Stalker, PsychoBabbelist, Deluded Skirt.
*cluck*
It must have been the worst nearly 5 years of her life. /sniffle
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Get a tomb, you two. ::)
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Get a tomb, you two. ::)
I'm not going any where with any of them, Baby.
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I'm not going any where with any of them, Baby.
BRB. Gotta go smoke a cannon.
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smoke a cannon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jA7rm_F5Auk
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https://www.nme.com/news/film/david-lynch-launches-500million-transcendental-meditation-program-3205825
I told someone about this the other day. I guess somebody listened.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1515280145950523394
Gettin' pretty tired of your attitude, Psycho Spice.
https://youtu.be/qpUBYew7O5g
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https://youtu.be/qpUBYew7O5g
Gettin' pretty tired of your attitude, Psycho Spice.
I think it's really good and I'm proud of it.
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I think it's really good and I'm proud of it.
I'm going to eat Mexican food, Loser.
No, you're not invited.
#Beaner
https://youtu.be/C-T100dNZXA
Grapefruit's meeting me for margaritas, dancing, and an early afternoon fuc🍭
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I'm going to eat Mexican food, Loser.
No, you're not invited.
#Beaner
https://youtu.be/C-T100dNZXA
Grapefruit's meeting me for margaritas, dancing, and an early afternoon fuc🍭
https://vocaroo.com/1mVbV6sSjKBm
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Grapefruit's meeting me for margaritas, dancing, and an early afternoon fuc🍭
*throws fistfuls of rice*
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*throws fistfuls of rice*
I'll need an attorney, a prenuptial, and a best man.
#PRONTO
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*throws fistfuls of rice*
Oooh! Can we throw any food at them? If so Imma go Gallagher with large watermellons. ;)
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I'll need an attorney, a prenuptial, and a best man.
... Weak.
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Imma go Gallagher with large watermellons. ;)
We have drones for that.
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... Weak.
Fuckoff, Silvertongue, I'm dancing.
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https://kotaku.com/elden-ring-malenia-cheese-let-me-solo-her-katana-waterf-1848794716/amp
I'm dancing.
(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AnguishedBogusAfricanparadiseflycatcher-max-1mb.gif)
No, you're not invited.”
I'm weigh over it. Fare warning.
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(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c6/Bat-signal_1989_film.jpg/220px-Bat-signal_1989_film.jpg)
I am actually this cool. I'm actually. BBL. xoX
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I am actually this cool. I'm actually. BBL. xoX
Punylings can't even imagine what I can learn while on a simple moonlight drive on Easter Eve. /driveSTEER
(How long do you think it took Jesus to get laid after He resurrected Himself? I'm not asking for a friend.)
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Are you in a tag team right now? Those dog collars are a nice touch. Rubini's is prettier.
(https://i.postimg.cc/1zzZg7w2/Road-Warriors.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/v4CKkzPt)
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Are you in a tag team right now?
Nope. It's just Me, Baby.
It's just me and, YOU ARE F*****. COUNT ON IT, B****.
#smash_the_control_machine_Allhose
I am the goddamn cure, Loser.
f****** deal with it.
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Nope. It's just Me, Baby.
It's just me and, YOU ARE F*****. COUNT ON IT, B****.
#smash_the_control_machine_Allhose
I am the goddamn cure, Loser.
f****** deal with it.
If you are the cure, I hate to know what the disease is.
There must be some kind of bug up your ass.
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Nope. It's just Me, Baby.
It's just me and, YOU ARE F*****. COUNT ON IT, B****.
#smash_the_control_machine_Allhose
I am the goddamn cure, Loser.
f****** deal with it.
You are losing the thread on this one and the forum drama increasingly pointless.
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You are losing the thread
Aw, shucks.
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Aw, shucks.
Believe me: I tried.
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Believe me: I tried.
I will admit to some light sandbagging. Light.
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You are losing the thread on this one and the forum drama increasingly pointless.
Have another goddam beer, Shithead: it'll be all fine in the goddam morning.
Trust Jesus Me.
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Trust Jesus
What could go wrong? BTW: he totesraped her. Shrug. do I give a shit? barely.
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What could go wrong? BTW: he totesraped her. Shrug. do I give a shit? barely.
U raped your dead mother too.
Get A FUCKING life you gaywad.
*klick*
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1516209003507818497
Move over, Bacon.
https://youtu.be/IsAHnHq2p9c
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1516209003507818497
Move over, Bacon.
https://youtu.be/IsAHnHq2p9c
NOT STRAIGHT E'NUFF.
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NOT STRAIGHT E'NUFF.
What exactly is this supposed to do?
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1516209003507818497
Move over, Bacon.
https://youtu.be/IsAHnHq2p9c
#Cheap
#🥱
#ZippItMickey
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#ZippItMickey
Just when I thought I wasn't going to go to bed infuriated.
#Cheap
However... I will fall asleep happy. Would you--Innerreach--like to know how I can be so certain?
No.
TRUST ME.
You will NOT wanna know.
You're smart, you'll figure it out before the mics in the bedroom pick up the name. That comes at the... uh, you know, the latter part. Maybe I'll whisper it. Doesn't that sound hothotHOT?? Not toteshot -- perhaps -- but perhaps, close.
#🥱
Go pick on get head from someone your own size.
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*klick*
Heh heh. Look. I got him to use the K. Score. I'm calling it, right now: totesvictorious. \o/
Get A FUCKING life you gaywad.
I serve at the pleasure of The Council and I take orders only from (Blank). I am sorry that my recent lifestyle choices have not been to wholly to your liking. Maybe you should not have fucked my (blank)--you know, like, you said you would not. /shrug
U raped your dead mother too.
I didn't hear any complaints. /shrug
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Just when I thought I wasn't going to go to bed infuriated.
However... I will fall asleep happy. Would you--Innerreach--like to know how I can be so certain?
No.
TRUST ME.
You will NOT wanna know.
(https://i.postimg.cc/SRWswH1J/5d7fe58f8cee3.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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(https://i.postimg.cc/SRWswH1J/5d7fe58f8cee3.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Inb4 this turns into a Maxwell House Coffee thread.
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Inb4 this turns into a Maxwell House Coffee thread.
My drop of choice
https://youtu.be/CIB-mWsFq1c
I know you're thinking about it now, so I'll just mention it — what really gets me hot & bothered ...
Bonus
(https://i.postimg.cc/432Qd2v8/Librarian.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOlDXx4_0DE
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They tried to lay a goddam bench warrant on me today. TODAY. THIS MORNING. AT 0936. SLAUGHTER COURT HOUSE ROOM FIVE WTAF? FU FU FU ROT FU
So -- *heavy, morose, sloppy, melodramatic, feigned sigh* -- I'm totesuncertain what I want to do next.
I mean, obviously, I wanna put out... more Khan tents. I'll see what I can do.
a goddam bench warrant
Heavy burden of flattery growing increasingly tedious to carry without shrugging off my assigned timing cue, let me tell you. Still -- superior to carrying a big ol' rack of mammaries around with me everywhere I go. The telephone poles are hassle enough. This fucking planet, I'll tell ya: N.F.L. (nice fuckin' life)
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My drop of choice
https://youtu.be/CIB-mWsFq1c
Bonus
(https://i.postimg.cc/432Qd2v8/Librarian.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
This made me laugh 😂 Read dirty to me. 😂
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(https://i.imgflip.com/6czt6l.jpg)
😂 Read dirty to me. 😂
I'm ready to seduce Linda's daughter now, Boss.
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This made me laugh
So did I when finding out your (blank)'s name :) ;) :D ;D >:( :( :o 8) ??? ::) :P :-[ :-X :-\ :-* :'(
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxJ_om1LLKA
Inb4 this turns into a Maxwell House Coffee thread.
Time's up.
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https://youtu.be/CIB-mWsFq1c
It's amazing how good marketing can be when they're all working together and not, you know, lying their asses off and backstabbing each other non-stop 24/7 with every move made. You wanna know why I don't work for money in your industry? That's why. Keep the real talent happy, Losers.
Now that I have established dominance with the spectacular launch of my psychokinetic shielding, Content DElivery & Flower Gifting Network, and artisanal boutique line of hand-knotted macramé tea & teapot cozies (pre-orders available soon(tm), both (2) ways), as well as fully insulated myself from the fallback blowout psychotic shitsplat shovels-and-cement-overshoes-ready passion projects all of all y'all seem to have been busily working on while working on what lies beneath... we may continue.
Sorry though: The Mgt. regrets to inform that we're pretty much, I guess, all out of Alphabiscuits. I mean, I know there's at least five boxes left in the Strategic Spell Component & Constabulary Depot Reserve down the street, but, fuck that, I ain't leaving this goddam house for nothing. It's cozy here. Out there? Well, fuckin' nightflyers and psychotic ex-girlfriends, and that's just for starters. There are dozens of them. And... MOST OF THEM STILL HAVE WHAT COULD AT LEAST DEBATEDLY BE CALLED "A PLAN." (Please, clap, Jesus; obviously some of them are literally dyin' for attention if they down here at 55 Rock Bottom with you geeks, although now not maybe so much since I heard TeamBootom@gmxtoolsongs.com are working on a KucziApp -- Your #1 Source For Downloadable PDFs To File Harrassment Charges With. (Hopefully it comes with Nethack.))
Anyway, back to the coffee advert. Was there a "replaced with crystals" Easter Egg? By God and by damn, there fuckin' well ought to have been. Either way, that whole team deserved the Cleo. Multiple Cleos, fuck it, why not -- can't they just have a sale whenever they fuckin' feel like it? They're goddam marketers, after all. What's the point of selling your soul to Satan & Sofia, C'Thullu's Mom, if you can't just get up one morning and say to oneself, "I think I'm gonna slash all my prices by 50% today and see what happens" without getting a dead giraffe's head nailed to your clothesline. Yeesh.
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Ramona was killed. MURDERED. Art found out who, and for reasons that I shall hopefully be -forever- unable to -fully- disclose, decided to give everyone a certain impression -- ewe'll have to ask Them as to exactly "what" -- and then, at the very last moment, he... takes a hard right turn, Clyde. On Friday The Thirteenth, huh? Savage, Jan.
Scusi. Mille regretie. And, just like that -- up to Heaven he went... leaving myriad 'n' sundry, variously Faceless Fuck-0s left holding quite the Bag. All of who(m)'(se) have been INSTRUCTED most SERIOUSLY by The Art Bell Family Legacy Owners -- whoever the fuck they are, let me guess, I should shut up or they'll kill Airyn? Fat chance, I don't know the woman -- at all -- and besides, it's not like it's a state secret how Mr. Titties died, it's just... everyone who knows has been sworn to secrecy 'n shit. NDAs. NCAs. All that fuckin' nonsense bullshit that, mysteriously... no one ever wanted to talk to me about. Oh, but women who sleep with me, they get to be told. Privately. Alone. After fleeing agreed-upon plans in a taxi driven by a robotic Ethiopian. Oh, Beavis. You're adorable. You know, you two should really settle down -- you and Anal Herpes Butt Head, together... have chemistry.
Don't hate me because I know this and can say it freely. Hate me because I figured this all out MONTHS ago, and, out of #Respect, I waited to get a 'go' signal.
Today will do nicely. I drove all over the countryside from Hell to breakfast, back and forth on The Eye, The Five, and while I didn't deliberately waste time, money, and gas, I really didn't do anything with the ~19 gallons of diesel fuel I just blew through besides pick up "drugs" (it's food, fuck off Loser), feed false data to surveillance algorithms (Go Bears!), and finish off the mid-point of the journey by pretending I was gonna go to Red Lobster five minutes before closing time on goddam 420 and say, "Hey, it's five minutes before close, can I get a three-and-half pound me too live lobster dinner to go, or, can I just eat in the bar, real slow-like??"
I decided during my fourth or 5 time driving past the parking lot -- the place has a shit entrance next to the interstate exchange, so the first time I missed the turn surely set off no alarms at Quantico -- "Haw! Haw! Haw! Look at Kuczi, too stoned to drive his big stolen truck, too bad we can't repossess it tonight, but Boss says to wait for 88-and-a-phat-Eigth Christmas. When is that again? I'll go check the dark web calender" -- but by the time I drove around the place five fucking times and then didn't even go in, well... if they didn't know by now, they oughta have, because if there were ever a piece of military strategy more well-known than, "Never fight a land war in Asia," it would be, "Always take the time to enjoy encircling your prey before striking The Deathblow: Coup De Grace V: This Time I Hope You Ban Me Fast: Watch For The Colon, Colin.
(I would have read all this and made a podcast out of it, however, I'm being a-scouted by the duh-Orioles. Catch you later, Fanny Pack.)
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Anyway, back to the coffee advert.
Stay tuned. So much more to come.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSs1y_0A9VE
IN YOUR FACE. COMMAND... HER."
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Whoa, Sis! What's wrong with my bacon?"
Well to begin with, Meth-Mouth, her shitbag boyfriend(s) really pissed me off. Big time. And, they lied to me. Big lies. And, that's who you wanted me to hang out with? Hahhahahahahahahaah. Hey, how's your other ear doing? Asking for a friend who probably isn't laughing at either of us anymore.
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Ramona was killed. MURDERED. [...] The Deathblow: Coup De Grace V: This Time I Hope You Ban Me Fast: Watch For The Colon, Colin.
I'm planning on shooting in 70mm black & white Cinemavision tape that will get you high as Mount Olypmus if you put a higher wattage bulb in the projector and put your mouth on the cooling exhaust vent. Just sayin'.
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get you high as Mount Olypmus
Wow, this cough syrup I just made out of commonly available household ingredients and injected directly into my eyeball is really strong. I can't even laugh about how funny a word like "Olypmus" is. Sounds like it rhymes with "litmus," amirite? No, seriously, let me know, I can't move my lips or my tongue anymore.
Twelfth Christmas.
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Violations of YouTube Community Guidelines strikes are being applied to my YouTube channels as we speak. “Hate Speech.” Somebody is going around bothering to take the time to listen to my content and to complain about it. And, they're exploiting and gaming the automatic banning system by using inflated aggressive obnoxious terms like choking strangling trying to kill and hate speech in order to get the content removed quicker. This was also done on Christmas Eve at the exact same time a bunch of thuggy pigs came to my house and took me away under armed threat, my third YouTube channel is taken down immediately on Christmas day, I still haven't gotten it back from appeal, and I don't really give a shit at all.
Obviously this is the most flattering thing to have ever happened to me in my entire life. I have really made it this time. Street cred: right back into the stratosphere.
This is like when the discovery slingshoted around your Pettis to get from Jupiter to Saturn in the book of 2001 or when Kirk and Spock slingshotted the starship Enterprise around the Sun to get back in time and stretch at 4:00 or... Well actually those two and me are the only examples of this particular maneuver I can think of.
And, everybody thinks I'm addicted to something that doesn't even exist. It's hilarious. What a bunch of fucking real Losers fucking people who believe everything they goddam read.
Present company excluded of course. Anyway now that another project has happened at the same time some sort of dramatic pole shift occurred I just really can't be bothered to keep up & I'm going to go do what used to be called going to bed but now I call taking a nap because I'm hoping that I go back in time and someone slams me in the face with a gniyrf pan.
Just think: I could have talked about this instead of writing it down. I just don't feel like sharing my essence with the world right now, and I have the option of just giving you the finger instead. Now, that's power.
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I love the smell of actionable intelligence in the morning.
(https://i.imgflip.com/6di7vu.jpg)
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https://voca.ro/1ahQ5op8kXLr
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1503280995641946113
There's something happening right now that isn't very cool. Not at all.
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There's something happening right now that isn't very cool. Not at all.
When every blip on your radar is a lie of ommision, every solution looks like Ragnarok on the rag while Joe Namath can't buy pantyhose.
My fury won't be contained. I'm dumping the coolant tanks over Ohio as I write this. It's done. Plenary. Unappealable. Cincinnati, enjoy the free turkey dinners -- the rare anti-TANSTAAFL homing weapons are just now released to print now SUBMIT
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My fury won't be contained. I'm dumping the coolant tanks over Ohio as I write this. It's done. Plenary. Unappealable.
Core body temperature is rising. [E.L.M.E.R. --- Off-Line.]
That's too bad.
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Fucking very very
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Fucking very very
Yep. It's not even helping anything.
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An audio program will return in the reasonably near future after I finish rebranding, “5 Minutes With Jackstar“ is no more.
You'll like the new name. I'm pretty okay. I in fact I literally ended my podcast run with a screaming rage fest knowing that that would be totally remembered for always as Who I really am, when actually not really at all and the only thing that I'm really upset about is that none of you are ever going to get to know how much really cool shit you all missed out on.
There will be other cool shit, but the opportunities that were had before this morning will never come again.
And I could talk about it, and I probably will, but I'm just recording stuff and leaving on computer and not publishing it for now. I'm not doing this to punish anyone.
It's because, I legitimately don't want to start a panic. I had no idea that my podcast would be so influential. I honestly, really did not.
I really love doing it too. It's nothing like I thought it would be. Fun part is that I'm actually good at it, and I don't give a single solidarity flying fuck in a whirlwind whether any of you disagree.
Now, that's power. Also I can sit down and take a shit without worrying about how I'm going to deal with my herpes outbreak. That's pretty powerful too.
Disclaimer: this is not an attempt to imply that my wonderful former helpmate cannot handle her own worrying, and that I'm better than her, I really don't think so at all, I'm pretty sure that I'm just lucky. But yeah, don't worry, not looking to have any contact, I can wait it's fine, she can't cure yourself and if you months I'll take care of it later if she asks nicely I don't need to concern myself.
I'm still not certain if this is the actual emergency, but I'm willing to just let the matter lie for a while, honestly my urgency is really depleted once I discovered that...yep, they really don't have a case at all. On me, anyway.
I literally don't know if I am happy or just content with what she's done. Admittedly I didn't enjoy going to jail 11 days for reasons unclear to me, but now that I know what's going on, I am really impressed with myself actually.
How many times did what's his nuts go to jail? I have no idea, but then she sure was crying about him, for well a really long time, and then all of a sudden look at he split wow she just whisks me away, well why was it so easy that time? Oh, right cuz she had a gang of 30 little thuggy losers with her. On her side. Backing her up. Helping her out. With everything except paying for her children and driving them around.
Pound me too. Meanwhile, I maintain that they would have if they could. I suppose her being on heroin all the time is probably a reasonable compromise, and as a bonus, once I can talk to her again I'll be happy to go score for her!
“Here. You want to frisk me to see if I'm hiding the special bag away from you? Yeah, I can see that you do, but there's no special bad, you go ahead and look, I bet you want to make sure. See? Yeah there's nothing. Yeah I bet you're disappointed. No, just do whatever I'm not interested in that kind of thing now.
With you.” Seriously, they slammed her up on heroin, where she was doing it the whole time without telling me, but that seems unlikely because she legitimately had pain and then they pretty much noticed that you're on heroin if you go to the doctor and see if you have pain.
Anyway I'm not spreading remember, I'm talking about how the rumor that has been spread for quite some time is making me feel — largely indifferent.
Do you see the important difference there? Do you appreciate what a gift the United States Constitution is? Because I asked the judge directly about contact and I was told that the problem is direct contact and that, uh... well, look, I'm not trying to contact her.
She probably has done everything that she's allowed to do to try and retract her statement, but says the prosecutor was out of the country and unable to return because of some kind of unspecified problem with his flight, she probably would have difficulty telling him to settle down from his bullshit program against me. Because, he was out of the country, and just couldn't make it back for some... reason.
So, it's a shitshow. Better luck next time, Kids — it doesn't be having nicely and not posing any problems, I'm pretty sure that we're not going to have this same kind of problem ever again.
For one thing, now that she's demonstrated that she can clean up a mess in the kitchen, the next time she's in there, I'll just make one and then watch her clean it up the way she cleaned up the first one. Like, I wonder if she had... help?
It was a big mess. Still haven't seen any photos. Obviously, I really don't need to see them.
I can just look at Johnny Depp's. By the way, I didn't know that those two MK ultra fuckheads had a house blow up party, that's interesting I wonder why that wasn't something that the woman I was having sex with thought it would be interesting to talk to me about. Like I heard there was some kind of thing with Johnny Depp but I didn't give a shit.
Okay well now, I am real interested because the way that woman speaks is remarkably familiar to me. Fancy that.
So. Don't expect new content for a while, and when you see it, it'll be rebranded.
Like I would tell you now, it's really cool but I want you to be surprised. Also, I want you all to be very clear, that I don't give a shit about getting your attention.
I also don't want to be accused of any kind of witness, case, or jury tampering. Oh, how I would love to tell all of you so many stories, but that wouldn't be really appropriate since my stories are actually true.
For example I'm sure I figured out why she was so hot to go to Texas, and why she didn't want to tell me, and why she attacked me with a microphone stand when she came back, lol. However I think I'll keep that in reserve for the time being.
I guess I should have called the police and told me that she was trying to kill me with both microphone stands, right? Do you think I would have gotten the same treatment as her? For even a minute?
Nope. And that's why you're not getting any new content anytime soon from me. Why don't you get it from her? I mean she got all that training and everything. She got all that help from her friends.
And she didn't get her channel taken down on Christmas Eve, so I think the choice is clear: I obviously don't measure up.
a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-hoo. You know I'm pretty sure that your ball is still in play, so: go have fun. I mean, don't let me stop you.
I'll pretend that I'm trading you away for 35 nuns, if it'll make you feel better and help you file a false report where you can come back. As it turns out I'm starting to think that I should start being a collector of those, they sound like fun. Can you imagine going to all that effort, and then discovering that it's all been for not, and then you got to do it all again, and that each time is a separate felony charge, you get a felony charge for doing fraudulent shit, even if you have to swipe it all out and do it again, that's still another felony.
Like that time when she told her kid to shape up or she called the police and her kid told her to shut up and and grab your hands and try to take her phone away that was actually two felony charges, which nobody seemed to report him for. That same young man try to start a fight in which he attacked me in my week's points and was disappointed that I didn't even flinch.
Don't worry, in that case just as well served: he got a free one (1) time pass. Never happens again I'll have to tell his mom, and then she can call the police on her son, or maybe she'll make up a story and claim that I'm the one who attacked her. Who can say?
Honestly, I might never see her again. it's really between her and her therapists that she's been lying to all these years. But believe me, I have absolutely no preference one way or the other.
Remember: I used to care about this person. I still do. But I'm sure she'll be fine, and if she isn't, I know for a stone cold fact I will be.
So everyone should be perfectly happy, right? Let me know if there are any other problems. I'm kind of a big deal around here, there might be something I can do.
For example, I can spill the details on everything that I know, let me know when you're ready. I'm neutral, regardless.
I don't know what happens when a critical mass of investigators notice that I'm the actual victim and that everyone else really not so much, but I'm not really looking forward to that, since I'm not looking to glorify the fact of my victimization. I'd rather pay attention to the way that I have completely avoided nearly all of the dreadful pitfalls that were supposed to completely shatter my soul and mind.
A mild tickle, at best.
I can probably start re-recording “5.5 Minutes With Jack Stark,” but I'm not really in a hurry, because I'm really just don't relish the thought of embarrassing anybody, and believe me there is so much embarrassment left to reveal.
For example: it would seem that there are those who believe that there are things that I should not know. Wheeee, doggies! Now that, is flattering.
Tell you what, you know way better than me about me, n’est-ce pas? Just like that saucy little minx today knew.
Did I mention a guy threatened to rape me when I was in jail? He was real subtle about it. I handled it.
But that's just what happens, right? I really wouldn't know, I never had that much interest in this rape thing, but the last couple years have really opened my eyes to how big a problem this is for people.
Especially certain people, for example: rapists who annoy me. This actually hasn't happened, yet, but if it ever does, I can be pretty confident that he's going to be burying the brunt of all the crap that all of you people who happen to be rapists have let roll down hill past me.
I don't even think he did it. I think someone else did it. I don't even care if it happened or not. Obviously something happened. And whatever happened led to a result of me going to jail and all of you being totally all right with it. I assume this is because you had faith in my abilities to get out of a jelly.
I had faith in her ability to get out of a jam, too. Well, I guess she's doing fine
I'm still not interested in having sex. For one thing it's a lot of effort, and for another... she was so convinced that I was being unfaithful! Well, why would that even be a problem since that's what she was doing? Oh, right, that's because she was special and I was her... whatever. I was supposed to be just lucky to be there!
I guess she expected me to be having sex so that I could be film doing it so she could have a full firm claim to the house, but actually she didn't really get that happening at all. As soon as I figured out that she had been actually swindled in abducted, not just you know tired of me, I just sat down and waited and didn't get involved in anything new, and I still haven't done anything new.
That's fine with me. I doubt she's cool with it. Last I heard... well, she's sure not getting any treatment for sex addiction that involves making amends to former partners, that's for sure.
See? These aren't rumors. This is my own personal experience. That's constitutionally protected. And will I assume you and your secret grapevine will pass these messages on to her in some way, or I assume she comes to the site, I'm definitely not trying to contact her.
I'm definitely contacting her stupid foggy piggy handlers and telling him that they're stupid, but that's not contacting her. Go on, keep her until you can get tired of her, and then keep on keeping her. What? That should be easy for lovers, right?
I'm not going to lie, I hope she stabs somebody. Not fatally, just enough to wipe that smirk off that saucy little minx's face next time I see her. Does this make me sound creepy?
I can't even tell anymore. Good job, Feds. Almost, but not quite, like that part in Ghostbusters where Dickless shut down the protection grid (that was a part when she told me to turn off the thing that was protecting her from rubini triangulating her, because he was telling her to do it and she didn't know how to do it, and she told me that he was annoying her so that I should reduce her security. I looked at her, and said, “are you absolutely certain about this?” And she said, “yes,” so I did it, and went away.
She was great about telling me to take things down, but not so good about telling me to put things up. Honestly, I don't know what she was thinking, and neither does she.
By the way, today is our 5 year anniversary. It's not really exactly the kind of answer you're thinking of. Nevertheless, I'm here alone, and I don't know where she is, I don't care, and I do not miss her.
Now that I've given you everything that you wanted... well, enjoy. Oh, right, I forgot you wanted to get money out of me, too.
And somebody else you were going to murder, I can't keep track anymore. By the way if anybody has Detective Daniels number, I'll put it in my phone book so I'll recognize it when Brainiac finally remembers to call relevant parties, I'll be prepped.
Any other questions, I'll be in the library reading and studying if anybody needs me. I know that sounds redundant but actually doing both at the same time is remarkably efficient when one is intelligent in the first place.
God, I hope she's having lots of sex. It's obviously extremely important to her. I don't know why she felt like she needed to hide it, but.. that really must have eaten her up inside. I really wondered why she was continually complaining about suicide!
So in that context, I'm sure that it's just another case of a person being taken advantage of when they were vulnerable. I was upset when she would answer my questions, because it would have been better for her to simply say why she's not answering me rather than to throw household objects at me.
Maybe those therapists that convinced her that Rubini was her friend, and I was the enemy, did gets service! Maybe she'll sue them, too?
Hopefully she'll speculate it about it for you on her podcast, because I actually really don't really mind either way. Having found myself with the bird's eye view, I'm really enjoying it.
I would assume she is too. I mean, heroin, right? I bet she's not complaining about her fucking hips anymore. Maybe she can actually walk around without being completely false about every aspect of her being. I'm sure her thuggy piggy handlers would appreciate that.
I wonder if she still hates the parts of herself that loves me? Heroin's pretty good at dealing with that kind of thing. I'm glad that she was able to find help with the application of a little good will and gracious bonhomie.
p.s.: all right, I'll stop lying to myself, I'm just turning off my podcast cuz I'm denying her my essence. Phhhbbt
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ALL JACK!
JACK AROUND THE CLOCK!
JACKARAMA!
BOOMSHAKALAKA!
https://youtu.be/LomY6nWI0ek
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New Feature: Psychotherapy Gratis Brought to You on the Fly (Drosophila melanogaster)
5 Unexpected Ways the Inflated Ego Enslaves, Dominates, and Fools You (https://lonerwolf.com/inflated-ego/)(Into Believing Psychopathic Sadomasochism Has its Perks)
1. I need anger and fear in order to enact change.
2. I need to be “more spiritual” in order to be happier.
3. I need to suffer in order to find fulfillment.
4. That thing/that person is responsible for my suffering.
5. I need THAT to give me THIS.
We are only here to help, but you all ready knew that, n'est-ce pas?
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I'm not saying another cogent, interpolable word until the applesauce comes out. It's legitimately not reasonable, ethical, or even effective to continue to pile irrational demands on a person. So when it continues to happen, it may be that the demander has not recognized that the person they are making demands of, has become altered —informed — since a period of time before, and it is no longer reasonable to ask a person, for example, who has fallen asleep... what they want to watch on TV.
It is also not reasonable to ask a person who knew exactly what those fucking feathers in your head meant when you show them to him why it was that he didn't care about your hair anymore, especially after you deliberately butchered it in order to conduct an Arch cleanse, that it was an accident when it was obviously purposeful and something else and something else and a series of lies spoken aloud that were meant to cover up the horribleness of what laid beneath but what lady beneath was something that you created for yourself so to tell lies cover lies for yourself especially the beginning of the relationship is probably not something that is going to ever lead anyone to anything but a situation like this which is where somebody suddenly realizes... “I know I've been talking to a woman... so why have I been thinking that... it's ever going to make sense?”
As I have stated, I am a profoundly stupid man. I have never been in any doubt of this, I know where my strengths are, I know I can crank up the deduction powers pretty well but that's largely just because I'm a genetic mutant and I'm willing to go the distance to learn how to do that kind of thing.
I swear to God I do not know why somebody who I told something to, in that there was something I was looking for and if they could help me find it that'd be great, it didn't occur to me that a person would be deliberately deceitful to the extreme at that very beginning moment, because if I had been told the truth I wouldn't have had to spend the last year and a half doing what I've been doing... Although it must be said that I knew at the moment of realization that if the answer really was that I was straight up being lied to, it would be better for me in the long run to turn a blind eye to that and act as if the person was legitimately telling the truth.
Because for all I knew at the time they may have been as far as I knew, and to suddenly start calling people liars or to assume that they're being deceitful just automatically just out of precaution that's a terrible idea for a long-term happiness.
Besides I am aware that everyone does exactly what they believe needs to be done based on what they believe is true at that moment, and if somebody thinks that there is a very good idea to send themselves to jail so they could be removed and taken to another continent or whatever I mean who am I to say differently, except for the fact that I have been told a different set of truths and so my thought was that it was my job to not let that happen, especially since I recognized that... I've been set up.
As there were only two people here, as I was a victim it was not automatic that the other person was guaranteed to be opposed, especially when the characteristic jackpot eye roll occurred, there's no reason to be assuming anything at that time, especially since someone thought that I was going to fall for the old, it's my house I'm going to stay she can go oh shit there's a big mess here and I'll never see her again yeah I've heard of that trick before and I've never fallen for it, and of course in hindsight I've looked back and wondered but at the time I know exactly what I thought: no matter what happens I'm not staying here and she is and that mess is going to get cleaned up, by her.
I actually know how PTSD works. I actually paid attention in class. Don't know exactly why or how it can be a thing that happens but when it's over the person comes to their senses and has no idea what just happened, and that's a very dangerous thing for a person to have to let her go in jail.
Further, all I wanted to do was go to sleep, and hopefully figure out how we were going to split up things in a makeable way, and instead of being allowed to relax I walked in the door and it was an instant hostile manipulatory attempt designed to go behavior in particular direction.
And every single time before I had a knife pulled on me and had a woman screaming at me I had always acted that I was terrified in fear. I wasn't actually what I was terrified of is that she would find out just how little of affect what she's doing is against me and I didn't really want to tell her because if she knew that what she was doing was completely ineffective she might notice that I was just playing along to see what the hell was going on.
I'm going to reiterate this fact. I had a woman pull a knife on me and scream at me more than 80 or 90 times starting some eight or nine or 10 months prior I don't know it never happened before and the first time it happened I was surprised and curious, I thought to myself okay is this a real thing or is this an application, like am I supposed to be impressed by this or is this complete bullshit because I was only concerned because it was a moving car, and I guess I was supposed to be more terrified than I actually was, cuz I was actually real concerned that it didn't make any sense that this was actually happening... And hey Brainiac I told you this was a concern and you went and did it anyway, and now your little team is trying to turn you against me and you didn't see that coming and then now you have absolutely no way of getting out of this other than me, and now you're pulling an eye for me wow that's interesting are you even the same person?
And she's pulling a knife she's on a highway she's going like 65, I don't cringe in fear I just pull the key out of the ignition, while she's in motion, can I get this she doesn't stab you with a knife what she does is she gets mad and then tries to grab her key back, like she's in charge of anything.
Friends, if I had called the police at that moment and said this is what happened this woman pulled a knife on me and here's your behavior they would have instantly believed me. And they would have taken her away and I probably would have never seen her again.
The whole, “probably never seen her again” thing would have been also accompanied with and they got a false evidence trail that leads to you becoming Scott Peterson's new bunk paint. And this is all stuff that I figured out was going to happen after somebody decided to jump into a taxi cab early in front of witnesses and shit. My life has been a nightmarish struggle of crisis management stumbling through darkness and actual rodeo clowns starting to unionize in order to complain about the lack of tractor trucks in the emphasis on cow-only culture.
Since, as most of you are aware, even if she is a fucked up mind slave and even if she is really disqualified and even if she does have to be reconditioned, it doesn't matter I love the woman and that love is not based in any way on her ability to manipulate me or push me around or even her fiercely did a brow and gritty determination as she continues to once more jump into the breach of things that nobody else gets to do and fail miserably over and over, because how can anybody be invulnerable? He must be lying.
I have tried to explain that the thing that makes me invulnerable is the lie that the attack starts with, but I really haven't gotten a chance to deal with this kind of thing ever since somebody decided to put somebody else through the wringer for reasons that were not clear to me until pretty recently.
Like, no wonder, she's so terrified. I wonder how the real thing feels like compared to the manufactured bullshit crisis that she tries to manipulate everybody with? Must remember to ask the court if I can have an interpreter hired to.. well whatever it doesn't matter. Truth of matter is is the one that was there when I got there that night is recovering from a stroke on a Thorazine drip because she cannot handle the truth, and then there really are 17 of them 16 whatever maybe there's 19 now I don't know it's kind of complicated how it works.
We can all be rest assured that I'm not going to bother explaining it in detail unless there's a woman blowing me for it, I don't know what else I could be paid in order to betray my country and explain the secrets of high-tech shenanigans to just any random idiot who knows how to read just well enough to figure out what I'm saying, yeah I'm not going to do that.
Like seriously if I did that kind of thing I would be literally killed and tortured to death, and if I did that kind of thing I would only do so if I had a good reason but even if I did it's not my shit to do stuff with. So it would be not a good scene. And similarly, if it was not so cleverly camouflaged in a huge wall of text that is legitimately hard to figure out compared to reasonable verbiage, I would feel badly about how easy it is for somebody to read through this bunch of bullshit that I've written and then discover something that they might not want to know just yet.
LOTS OF PEOPLE DISCOVERING LOTS OF THINGS
NOT SURE IN REGARDS TO DELAY
NAUTICAL SHORE IN REGARDS TO ISOLATION.
CERTITUDE IS HERE.
She just wants a diva, I guess. Why does it have to be all caps? Who is he who is that even speaking? Why am I never mind so fucking annoying well I'm even bother asking questions I'm asking questions for quite some time didn't get no answers at all and I thought at one point it was complicated you know I was told that things were complicated.
Perhaps they were not quite as complicated as somebody had been led to believe. For example it would have been perfectly reasonable to simply state that “double-blind protocol is required for reasons worthwhile,” and that would be pretty good, especially in comparison to the often suggested motivational tool of being beaten with a metal stick.
Sometimes people will be bringing this kind of stuff up as if it's sort of excuses or justifies or rationalizes anything they're done but I'm not actually doing that in any way at all I'd like to point out that this woman really is that concerned about her state of decline because it used to be that she would be able to beat the shed of a guy like me with her God damn earlobe.
Like no kidding this this woman has some talents, and the vast majority of them for the nearly 5 years that I've known her she has refused to even acknowledge that she possesses let alone share them with me. Meanwhile I've told her everything I possibly know about absolutely everything and she has not done anything. nothing. Note that she doesn't actually have to in this culture, but it is important for myself to announce the kinds of things that I'm seeking to be interested in.
I didn't know I was going to be interested in capturing a full Quincunx cell of Jester slaves all at once... And I'm not actually sure that I did, but I do know that... Look there's a lot I really want to talk about. There really is but not really so much to the public.
Not a pool of wonder why I'm here on asgab. Wow the recognizers already shutting down. Long story short I came here to find something and I found it.
I was left to spend in the darkness for as long as I was, because I was being... considered. Now I assume that this would be the case at some point in my life, that kind of thing would occur probably multiple times and for the most part, these kinds of processes are not meant to be detectable.
So when someone shows up and just consistently right out of the gate right out of the park detect detect detect to text and doesn't even know how amazing that ability is, and is doing it all day everyday out front in God's Park and everything... There is typically an actual reason.
So when I found myself finally being asked a_relevant question, after months and months and months and actual years, I knew I was on some sort of right track finally, but I was actually wrong about that.
It had always been the right track, but I was quite curious why air travel in Herbert's Dune was in machines that flapped their wings. My God, that doesn't seem really practical. Seems kind of artsy-fartsy. Then again, this is Dune.
Remember that guy with all that ooze jumping out of his face and he hated the other houses, and he was crazy and shit? Just absolutely the most violent and loathsome human being imaginable. Do you know why he was like that?
Dune: a book where there's a drug that lets you teleport through spacetime and if you use a lot of it —and why wouldn't you? Space Merchants— your eyes turn blue, like even the whites, and some people think that's bad... but then other people don't see things at all the same way, and did I mention it's a drug... that lets one teleport through space and time?
This is a book that my English teacher suggested that I read when I was 11 goddam years old. 11. Since I don't remember finding this out until much later on wikipedia, it never occurred to me to wonder why he was so fucked up and ugly and shit cuz I started reading the book for the first time when I was pretty young.
I don't know why she decided to record that book to me but I can assure you it's not something that she would recommend to most 11 years old and of course she's not 11 she's like dead now, and she was obviously very far to me, because she was horrified at the off-color joke that I told her that I found a back of a book and then she was upset because I made her laugh and then she was being recorded she have to go up on charges cuz she was hanging out with this kid and the kids telling her jokes about... Good luck it was a long joke and it was fairly normal until the punchline and then she realized what she was doing with the minor child and apparently that was something that's not good for a teacher to do? I found the joke and I thought to myself I'll tell this to that teacher lady and see what happens.
yeah they should freak the fuck out and realize that she actually did kind of like me a lot and you know I guess that's a concern for some people when they don't have any impulse control and think that they're being set up and played I mean I wasn't trying to seduce her but then again I was deliberately fighting a joke about something I didn't completely understand but I knew that I wanted to know more about it and I figured if I told this person to joke about a subject that I shouldn't be asking about I could either pretend I didn't know or I could say oh yeah tell me more but this woman flipped out like I had just claimed that David Rubini was going to call her in 5 minutes.
So this was you know when I was 11 long time ago I'm real curious to know if she actually knew that the reason why the Blair invited American was so fucked up is that he fucking raped someone and that really pissed someone off and that someone infected him with a bio weapon manufactured designed genomic corruption that was not really incurable but immensely painful and literally completely untreatable.
Now I don't know at all about how bad such things can get but that's how the story was in the book, except I remember the book explaining that that guy raped somebody and then he thought he was going to get away with it and then what happened was that he got away with a whole lot more than he bargained for.
Similarly I did not know how much that book would impact my life as it has been a more useful book to turn to than any Bible has been given that I don't bother to read any Bible because I can just talk to Jesus and God whenever I want to I don't have to ask permission a lot of people need to like go through a priest or something I can just talk I don't need to read the fucking book.
I mean I could, sometimes I pick it up and just think of a question and then open at random and there there's the answer and that's pretty cool for me but that actually reading the Bible stuff... that is actually an interesting journey that is probably one I should take someday.
However, on the other hand another interesting journey would be to leave the state buy a gun and go to a target range and just shoot some targets. And until fairly recently I was able to do that with no concerns or problems at all, and right now I cannot because it really bugged the shit out of me that somebody who had been told I want to go shoot some guns had never gotten around to figuring that out, and then when I felt it was time to get the answer that I was going to get this was some two three years later I mentioned that wondering when was this going to happen I was curious what she was looking for in order for that to occur.
Instant response: “too expensive.” Well, that's interesting. I considered the damage to my skeletal structure that a non-stop life of alcohol use would inevitably be too expensive as well... but then again, some people thought that was a cheap price to pay to deal with an unpleasant truth.
But I digress. Now, as we recall, at the time, this woman actually believed I was stupid and retarded and I was just faking being smart. And that statement remains more or less true today, along with the caveat that... so is she.
“Too expensive.”
We literally drive not her miles just to get special sage and to look at the Town her kids going to go to college and then get thrown out of in a year, undoubtedly tons of wide open spaces between here and Yakima that no one's going to get fire a gun, and no concerns about expense there, but explain to her I'd like to go to gun range he says it's too expensive.
Response I do not say to her why don't we just go out in the middle of nowhere where it's completely legal to do whatever you want, because she obviously doesn't want to do that with me, I said gun range she doesn't want to go to gun range she thinks I'm an idiot for not just going out wherever she doesn't want to do things with me at all she doesn't want me to figure out what her skills are she doesn't want to teach me things at some point something has happened that has made her become.... relentlessly suspicious.
She ain't all that subtle about it though because I've been relentlessly suspicious ever since she explained that since she gets plenty of money from all of her sources and that happens every month and I have a complicated arrangement that even I don't understand and then it's just me and I have no one else the whole world and this is just it and then nevertheless that is obviously the opportune time for the pattern to be imprinted that I pay for things and she pretends to struggle.
Oh, I remember the pretend financial struggle. Like, I was more observant than most people could notice when I was pre verbal, I remember I was in agony and I was really fearful until my father told me what it was and then my first thought was that is the B that okay that I stepped on. Or however the fuck a 2 year old would say such things.
The point is that after I stepped in a bee that stung me and I was in agony after I knew what it was I asked my father if the bee was going to be okay. And he said, no, that’s a honeybee, they only get to sting once and I was instantly so very sad.
But I didn't mean to hurt it so why did it sting me? Something like that I was thinking I'm like two and I'm concerned about other things dying and I'm feeling sad for them... now, that's empathy.
I never really wanted to know why they die when they sting until now so I asked and I was immediately answered, and the answer is that that's so that they can suicide themselves and go back to the hive instantly, if they find themselves in an untenable position.
I'm not seeing the things that I need to see happen fast enough!”
Well, how about now? Are you seeing them fast enough now? Let's see it's been a half a year since Christmas have I seen a single Christmas gift from you or from anyone have I gotten laid by the way have you discovered why you had a bad time when you didn't have to? I'm honestly just curious if you have given any thought to this or if you're still crying whining and pissing and wailing and doing all your fucking bullshit... You know with the foggy piggies that are actively making your mental disability more of a struggle more painful more uncomfortable and actively preventing you from getting the eyeline therapy that you were told that you needed.
Now why do you think somebody would do that to you and prevent me from assisting you? Here's a hint: they know more about it than I do... but not much.
By the way remember when I missed the fair that you needed to take and you got all mad and then you suddenly realize that you couldn't really get mad at me very easily cuz you didn't fucking tell me that you had a deadline? Do you remember that I treated you with respect because that's how I wanted to be treated in exchange as well as the fact that respect is a fairly practical way to get through life and doesn't waste a lot of time on stupid fucking arguments?
Do you remember when I told you that I was looking for you and you told me that I was lying to you and that I deliberately didn't see you? I wasn't lying to you just didn't understand what I meant, because you're right I didn't see you, and I really wasn't trying all that hard, and I kind of wanted to take my time trying to find you because I really needed to relax and gather my thoughts because you had just spent a great deal of time not doing what you thought you had been doing.
Do you remember the video I took right after you got your bracelet off at the place I should have been taking video God that was funny and then all of a sudden sudden detour where my phone gets stolen.
Remember that? Because that was your Kodak moment your golden opportunity to shine and instead of being civil, you actually so I owed you something that I'd let you down and I had something to be concerned about.
Yeah, you know, not really so much at that point. I couldn't understand what you're doing I couldn't understand how you thought that was going to work I didn't imagine how you were going to get away with it I wondered who your secret accomplices were who were all going to get busted I don't understand how you failed to appreciate the significance of my special legal status while insisting that people pay attention to yours.
This is actually something they call entitlement issues when it's an actual mental condition see I don't have that but it's listed on my papers because I allowed them to put whatever fucking shit they could put on there that would be even remotely just file because I never thought that I would need that piece of paper until far later anyway and I knew for a fact that nobody knew what the hell was wrong with me because whatever all those conditions were none of them were anything that was like I had and then nobody knew what I had because nobody knew that if a kid falls off his God damn tricycle at 5 years old and nobody does anything about it it turns out that he gets a little irritable.
I'm actually never irritable anymore, but I enjoy making myself sound more irritated than I actually have because apparently he gets everybody's attention and people start to wonder if I'm going to lose it.
I lost it in 1991, okay? 6 years later I'm dealing with interdimensional portals and sphere beings. 6.1 seconds later I'm digging a hole in the ground and burying myself in it because I have already been around the block a few times with these ridiculous setup tricks.
Additionally, Project Blue Beam is real fucking obsolete now. I'm not going to say that they activate me and I go blow up their illusions whenever they try it but I certainly have some great dreams sometimes. Anyway the main thing was that I didn't want to get vivastected or have my parents used against me as as hostages.
I wasn't exactly certain how to defend myself at the time, but I seem to have gotten a lot better at it. For example in order to deal with the possible threat of my loved ones being kidnapped and held Ransom I've decided to only be attracted in any way at all to women who may or may not go off like a fucking fusion bomb if you just look at them the wrong way, or if they don't get to have the oxytocin that they've become accustomed to.
So far it seems to be working well, although the notion that no one in the entire world has come to me and wanted to discuss a certain subject with me as soon as possible just strikes me with complete mystification.
That subject is... SUBUWUWU. OH BUT PUT ME IN JAIL FOR CHRISTMAS? Let's also authorize a co-branded line of holiday day planners and coffee mugs.
Now I will admit the deliberately ignoring the lunch invitation and taking care of some personal business that had to be done without explaining what I was doing was perhaps a miscalculation but at that point I expected that if you thought I was waiting for you, you were all mistaken.
I really don't remember how many years ago it was that I began to realize that there really is somebody who's really pissed to you they want some kind of revenge or something they imagine that I did some kind of imagine slight and rather than come up front about it they just had to be all pissy from behind constant attacks gang is talking invisible lasers FM radio fucking what the fuck what did I do? shit in the corn flakes???
Well I have finally begun to have some sort of minor insight into this matter, I believe it's going to be an easy thing to resolve now that I've actually come to see what the concern is.
Or rather... what the concern has been.
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I'm not saying another cogent, interpolable word until the applesauce comes out. It's legitimately not reasonable, ethical, or even effective to continue to pile irrational demands on a person. So when it continues to happen, it may be that the demander has not recognized that the person they are making demands of, has become altered —informed — since a period of time before, and it is no longer reasonable to ask a person, for example, who has fallen asleep... what they want to watch on TV.
It is also not reasonable to ask a person who knew exactly what those fucking feathers in your head meant when you show them to him why it was that he didn't care about your hair anymore, especially after you deliberately butchered it in order to conduct an Arch cleanse, that it was an accident when it was obviously purposeful and something else and something else and a series of lies spoken aloud that were meant to cover up the horribleness of what laid beneath but what lady beneath was something that you created for yourself so to tell lies cover lies for yourself especially the beginning of the relationship is probably not something that is going to ever lead anyone to anything but a situation like this which is where somebody suddenly realizes... “I know I've been talking to a woman... so why have I been thinking that... it's ever going to make sense?”
As I have stated, I am a profoundly stupid man. I have never been in any doubt of this, I know where my strengths are, I know I can crank up the deduction powers pretty well but that's largely just because I'm a genetic mutant and I'm willing to go the distance to learn how to do that kind of thing.
I swear to God I do not know why somebody who I told something to, in that there was something I was looking for and if they could help me find it that'd be great, it didn't occur to me that a person would be deliberately deceitful to the extreme at that very beginning moment, because if I had been told the truth I wouldn't have had to spend the last year and a half doing what I've been doing... Although it must be said that I knew at the moment of realization that if the answer really was that I was straight up being lied to, it would be better for me in the long run to turn a blind eye to that and act as if the person was legitimately telling the truth.
Because for all I knew at the time they may have been as far as I knew, and to suddenly start calling people liars or to assume that they're being deceitful just automatically just out of precaution that's a terrible idea for a long-term happiness.
Besides I am aware that everyone does exactly what they believe needs to be done based on what they believe is true at that moment, and if somebody thinks that there is a very good idea to send themselves to jail so they could be removed and taken to another continent or whatever I mean who am I to say differently, except for the fact that I have been told a different set of truths and so my thought was that it was my job to not let that happen, especially since I recognized that... I've been set up.
As there were only two people here, as I was a victim it was not automatic that the other person was guaranteed to be opposed, especially when the characteristic jackpot eye roll occurred, there's no reason to be assuming anything at that time, especially since someone thought that I was going to fall for the old, it's my house I'm going to stay she can go oh shit there's a big mess here and I'll never see her again yeah I've heard of that trick before and I've never fallen for it, and of course in hindsight I've looked back and wondered but at the time I know exactly what I thought: no matter what happens I'm not staying here and she is and that mess is going to get cleaned up, by her.
I actually know how PTSD works. I actually paid attention in class. Don't know exactly why or how it can be a thing that happens but when it's over the person comes to their senses and has no idea what just happened, and that's a very dangerous thing for a person to have to let her go in jail.
Further, all I wanted to do was go to sleep, and hopefully figure out how we were going to split up things in a makeable way, and instead of being allowed to relax I walked in the door and it was an instant hostile manipulatory attempt designed to go behavior in particular direction.
And every single time before I had a knife pulled on me and had a woman screaming at me I had always acted that I was terrified in fear. I wasn't actually what I was terrified of is that she would find out just how little of affect what she's doing is against me and I didn't really want to tell her because if she knew that what she was doing was completely ineffective she might notice that I was just playing along to see what the hell was going on.
I'm going to reiterate this fact. I had a woman pull a knife on me and scream at me more than 80 or 90 times starting some eight or nine or 10 months prior I don't know it never happened before and the first time it happened I was surprised and curious, I thought to myself okay is this a real thing or is this an application, like am I supposed to be impressed by this or is this complete bullshit because I was only concerned because it was a moving car, and I guess I was supposed to be more terrified than I actually was, cuz I was actually real concerned that it didn't make any sense that this was actually happening... And hey Brainiac I told you this was a concern and you went and did it anyway, and now your little team is trying to turn you against me and you didn't see that coming and then now you have absolutely no way of getting out of this other than me, and now you're pulling an eye for me wow that's interesting are you even the same person?
And she's pulling a knife she's on a highway she's going like 65, I don't cringe in fear I just pull the key out of the ignition, while she's in motion, can I get this she doesn't stab you with a knife what she does is she gets mad and then tries to grab her key back, like she's in charge of anything.
Friends, if I had called the police at that moment and said this is what happened this woman pulled a knife on me and here's your behavior they would have instantly believed me. And they would have taken her away and I probably would have never seen her again.
The whole, “probably never seen her again” thing would have been also accompanied with and they got a false evidence trail that leads to you becoming Scott Peterson's new bunk paint. And this is all stuff that I figured out was going to happen after somebody decided to jump into a taxi cab early in front of witnesses and shit. My life has been a nightmarish struggle of crisis management stumbling through darkness and actual rodeo clowns starting to unionize in order to complain about the lack of tractor trucks in the emphasis on cow-only culture.
Since, as most of you are aware, even if she is a fucked up mind slave and even if she is really disqualified and even if she does have to be reconditioned, it doesn't matter I love the woman and that love is not based in any way on her ability to manipulate me or push me around or even her fiercely did a brow and gritty determination as she continues to once more jump into the breach of things that nobody else gets to do and fail miserably over and over, because how can anybody be invulnerable? He must be lying.
I have tried to explain that the thing that makes me invulnerable is the lie that the attack starts with, but I really haven't gotten a chance to deal with this kind of thing ever since somebody decided to put somebody else through the wringer for reasons that were not clear to me until pretty recently.
Like, no wonder, she's so terrified. I wonder how the real thing feels like compared to the manufactured bullshit crisis that she tries to manipulate everybody with? Must remember to ask the court if I can have an interpreter hired to.. well whatever it doesn't matter. Truth of matter is is the one that was there when I got there that night is recovering from a stroke on a Thorazine drip because she cannot handle the truth, and then there really are 17 of them 16 whatever maybe there's 19 now I don't know it's kind of complicated how it works.
We can all be rest assured that I'm not going to bother explaining it in detail unless there's a woman blowing me for it, I don't know what else I could be paid in order to betray my country and explain the secrets of high-tech shenanigans to just any random idiot who knows how to read just well enough to figure out what I'm saying, yeah I'm not going to do that.
Like seriously if I did that kind of thing I would be literally killed and tortured to death, and if I did that kind of thing I would only do so if I had a good reason but even if I did it's not my shit to do stuff with. So it would be not a good scene. And similarly, if it was not so cleverly camouflaged in a huge wall of text that is legitimately hard to figure out compared to reasonable verbiage, I would feel badly about how easy it is for somebody to read through this bunch of bullshit that I've written and then discover something that they might not want to know just yet.
LOTS OF PEOPLE DISCOVERING LOTS OF THINGS
NOT SURE IN REGARDS TO DELAY
NAUTICAL SHORE IN REGARDS TO ISOLATION.
CERTITUDE IS HERE.
She just wants a diva, I guess. Why does it have to be all caps? Who is he who is that even speaking? Why am I never mind so fucking annoying well I'm even bother asking questions I'm asking questions for quite some time didn't get no answers at all and I thought at one point it was complicated you know I was told that things were complicated.
Perhaps they were not quite as complicated as somebody had been led to believe. For example it would have been perfectly reasonable to simply state that “double-blind protocol is required for reasons worthwhile,” and that would be pretty good, especially in comparison to the often suggested motivational tool of being beaten with a metal stick.
Sometimes people will be bringing this kind of stuff up as if it's sort of excuses or justifies or rationalizes anything they're done but I'm not actually doing that in any way at all I'd like to point out that this woman really is that concerned about her state of decline because it used to be that she would be able to beat the shed of a guy like me with her God damn earlobe.
Like no kidding this this woman has some talents, and the vast majority of them for the nearly 5 years that I've known her she has refused to even acknowledge that she possesses let alone share them with me. Meanwhile I've told her everything I possibly know about absolutely everything and she has not done anything. nothing. Note that she doesn't actually have to in this culture, but it is important for myself to announce the kinds of things that I'm seeking to be interested in.
I didn't know I was going to be interested in capturing a full Quincunx cell of Jester slaves all at once... And I'm not actually sure that I did, but I do know that... Look there's a lot I really want to talk about. There really is but not really so much to the public.
Not a pool of wonder why I'm here on asgab. Wow the recognizers already shutting down. Long story short I came here to find something and I found it.
I was left to spend in the darkness for as long as I was, because I was being... considered. Now I assume that this would be the case at some point in my life, that kind of thing would occur probably multiple times and for the most part, these kinds of processes are not meant to be detectable.
So when someone shows up and just consistently right out of the gate right out of the park detect detect detect to text and doesn't even know how amazing that ability is, and is doing it all day everyday out front in God's Park and everything... There is typically an actual reason.
So when I found myself finally being asked a_relevant question, after months and months and months and actual years, I knew I was on some sort of right track finally, but I was actually wrong about that.
It had always been the right track, but I was quite curious why air travel in Herbert's Dune was in machines that flapped their wings. My God, that doesn't seem really practical. Seems kind of artsy-fartsy. Then again, this is Dune.
Remember that guy with all that ooze jumping out of his face and he hated the other houses, and he was crazy and shit? Just absolutely the most violent and loathsome human being imaginable. Do you know why he was like that?
Dune: a book where there's a drug that lets you teleport through spacetime and if you use a lot of it —and why wouldn't you? Space Merchants— your eyes turn blue, like even the whites, and some people think that's bad... but then other people don't see things at all the same way, and did I mention it's a drug... that lets one teleport through space and time?
This is a book that my English teacher suggested that I read when I was 11 goddam years old. 11. Since I don't remember finding this out until much later on wikipedia, it never occurred to me to wonder why he was so fucked up and ugly and shit cuz I started reading the book for the first time when I was pretty young.
I don't know why she decided to record that book to me but I can assure you it's not something that she would recommend to most 11 years old and of course she's not 11 she's like dead now, and she was obviously very far to me, because she was horrified at the off-color joke that I told her that I found a back of a book and then she was upset because I made her laugh and then she was being recorded she have to go up on charges cuz she was hanging out with this kid and the kids telling her jokes about... Good luck it was a long joke and it was fairly normal until the punchline and then she realized what she was doing with the minor child and apparently that was something that's not good for a teacher to do? I found the joke and I thought to myself I'll tell this to that teacher lady and see what happens.
yeah they should freak the fuck out and realize that she actually did kind of like me a lot and you know I guess that's a concern for some people when they don't have any impulse control and think that they're being set up and played I mean I wasn't trying to seduce her but then again I was deliberately fighting a joke about something I didn't completely understand but I knew that I wanted to know more about it and I figured if I told this person to joke about a subject that I shouldn't be asking about I could either pretend I didn't know or I could say oh yeah tell me more but this woman flipped out like I had just claimed that David Rubini was going to call her in 5 minutes.
So this was you know when I was 11 long time ago I'm real curious to know if she actually knew that the reason why the Blair invited American was so fucked up is that he fucking raped someone and that really pissed someone off and that someone infected him with a bio weapon manufactured designed genomic corruption that was not really incurable but immensely painful and literally completely untreatable.
Now I don't know at all about how bad such things can get but that's how the story was in the book, except I remember the book explaining that that guy raped somebody and then he thought he was going to get away with it and then what happened was that he got away with a whole lot more than he bargained for.
Similarly I did not know how much that book would impact my life as it has been a more useful book to turn to than any Bible has been given that I don't bother to read any Bible because I can just talk to Jesus and God whenever I want to I don't have to ask permission a lot of people need to like go through a priest or something I can just talk I don't need to read the fucking book.
I mean I could, sometimes I pick it up and just think of a question and then open at random and there there's the answer and that's pretty cool for me but that actually reading the Bible stuff... that is actually an interesting journey that is probably one I should take someday.
However, on the other hand another interesting journey would be to leave the state buy a gun and go to a target range and just shoot some targets. And until fairly recently I was able to do that with no concerns or problems at all, and right now I cannot because it really bugged the shit out of me that somebody who had been told I want to go shoot some guns had never gotten around to figuring that out, and then when I felt it was time to get the answer that I was going to get this was some two three years later I mentioned that wondering when was this going to happen I was curious what she was looking for in order for that to occur.
Instant response: “too expensive.” Well, that's interesting. I considered the damage to my skeletal structure that a non-stop life of alcohol use would inevitably be too expensive as well... but then again, some people thought that was a cheap price to pay to deal with an unpleasant truth.
But I digress. Now, as we recall, at the time, this woman actually believed I was stupid and retarded and I was just faking being smart. And that statement remains more or less true today, along with the caveat that... so is she.
“Too expensive.”
We literally drive not her miles just to get special sage and to look at the Town her kids going to go to college and then get thrown out of in a year, undoubtedly tons of wide open spaces between here and Yakima that no one's going to get fire a gun, and no concerns about expense there, but explain to her I'd like to go to gun range he says it's too expensive.
Response I do not say to her why don't we just go out in the middle of nowhere where it's completely legal to do whatever you want, because she obviously doesn't want to do that with me, I said gun range she doesn't want to go to gun range she thinks I'm an idiot for not just going out wherever she doesn't want to do things with me at all she doesn't want me to figure out what her skills are she doesn't want to teach me things at some point something has happened that has made her become.... relentlessly suspicious.
She ain't all that subtle about it though because I've been relentlessly suspicious ever since she explained that since she gets plenty of money from all of her sources and that happens every month and I have a complicated arrangement that even I don't understand and then it's just me and I have no one else the whole world and this is just it and then nevertheless that is obviously the opportune time for the pattern to be imprinted that I pay for things and she pretends to struggle.
Oh, I remember the pretend financial struggle. Like, I was more observant than most people could notice when I was pre verbal, I remember I was in agony and I was really fearful until my father told me what it was and then my first thought was that is the B that okay that I stepped on. Or however the fuck a 2 year old would say such things.
The point is that after I stepped in a bee that stung me and I was in agony after I knew what it was I asked my father if the bee was going to be okay. And he said, no, that’s a honeybee, they only get to sting once and I was instantly so very sad.
But I didn't mean to hurt it so why did it sting me? Something like that I was thinking I'm like two and I'm concerned about other things dying and I'm feeling sad for them... now, that's empathy.
I never really wanted to know why they die when they sting until now so I asked and I was immediately answered, and the answer is that that's so that they can suicide themselves and go back to the hive instantly, if they find themselves in an untenable position.
Well, how about now? Are you seeing them fast enough now? Let's see it's been a half a year since Christmas have I seen a single Christmas gift from you or from anyone have I gotten laid by the way have you discovered why you had a bad time when you didn't have to? I'm honestly just curious if you have given any thought to this or if you're still crying whining and pissing and wailing and doing all your fucking bullshit... You know with the foggy piggies that are actively making your mental disability more of a struggle more painful more uncomfortable and actively preventing you from getting the eyeline therapy that you were told that you needed.
Now why do you think somebody would do that to you and prevent me from assisting you? Here's a hint: they know more about it than I do... but not much.
By the way remember when I missed the fair that you needed to take and you got all mad and then you suddenly realize that you couldn't really get mad at me very easily cuz you didn't fucking tell me that you had a deadline? Do you remember that I treated you with respect because that's how I wanted to be treated in exchange as well as the fact that respect is a fairly practical way to get through life and doesn't waste a lot of time on stupid fucking arguments?
Do you remember when I told you that I was looking for you and you told me that I was lying to you and that I deliberately didn't see you? I wasn't lying to you just didn't understand what I meant, because you're right I didn't see you, and I really wasn't trying all that hard, and I kind of wanted to take my time trying to find you because I really needed to relax and gather my thoughts because you had just spent a great deal of time not doing what you thought you had been doing.
Do you remember the video I took right after you got your bracelet off at the place I should have been taking video God that was funny and then all of a sudden sudden detour where my phone gets stolen.
Remember that? Because that was your Kodak moment your golden opportunity to shine and instead of being civil, you actually so I owed you something that I'd let you down and I had something to be concerned about.
Yeah, you know, not really so much at that point. I couldn't understand what you're doing I couldn't understand how you thought that was going to work I didn't imagine how you were going to get away with it I wondered who your secret accomplices were who were all going to get busted I don't understand how you failed to appreciate the significance of my special legal status while insisting that people pay attention to yours.
This is actually something they call entitlement issues when it's an actual mental condition see I don't have that but it's listed on my papers because I allowed them to put whatever fucking shit they could put on there that would be even remotely just file because I never thought that I would need that piece of paper until far later anyway and I knew for a fact that nobody knew what the hell was wrong with me because whatever all those conditions were none of them were anything that was like I had and then nobody knew what I had because nobody knew that if a kid falls off his God damn tricycle at 5 years old and nobody does anything about it it turns out that he gets a little irritable.
I'm actually never irritable anymore, but I enjoy making myself sound more irritated than I actually have because apparently he gets everybody's attention and people start to wonder if I'm going to lose it.
I lost it in 1991, okay? 6 years later I'm dealing with interdimensional portals and sphere beings. 6.1 seconds later I'm digging a hole in the ground and burying myself in it because I have already been around the block a few times with these ridiculous setup tricks.
Additionally, Project Blue Beam is real fucking obsolete now. I'm not going to say that they activate me and I go blow up their illusions whenever they try it but I certainly have some great dreams sometimes. Anyway the main thing was that I didn't want to get vivastected or have my parents used against me as as hostages.
I wasn't exactly certain how to defend myself at the time, but I seem to have gotten a lot better at it. For example in order to deal with the possible threat of my loved ones being kidnapped and held Ransom I've decided to only be attracted in any way at all to women who may or may not go off like a fucking fusion bomb if you just look at them the wrong way, or if they don't get to have the oxytocin that they've become accustomed to.
So far it seems to be working well, although the notion that no one in the entire world has come to me and wanted to discuss a certain subject with me as soon as possible just strikes me with complete mystification.
That subject is... SUBUWUWU. OH BUT PUT ME IN JAIL FOR CHRISTMAS? Let's also authorize a co-branded line of holiday day planners and coffee mugs.
Now I will admit the deliberately ignoring the lunch invitation and taking care of some personal business that had to be done without explaining what I was doing was perhaps a miscalculation but at that point I expected that if you thought I was waiting for you, you were all mistaken.
I really don't remember how many years ago it was that I began to realize that there really is somebody who's really pissed to you they want some kind of revenge or something they imagine that I did some kind of imagine slight and rather than come up front about it they just had to be all pissy from behind constant attacks gang is talking invisible lasers FM radio fucking what the fuck what did I do? shit in the corn flakes???
Well I have finally begun to have some sort of minor insight into this matter, I believe it's going to be an easy thing to resolve now that I've actually come to see what the concern is.
Or rather... what the concern has been.
What was the last message you sent me on fb supposed to mean?
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What was the last message you sent me on fb supposed to mean?
I'm pregnant.
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I'm pregnant.
Congratulations
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jaxtard
Why do you take the time to show you care?
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I'm pregnant.
Have you "sexed" the progeny yet>?
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At minum: 2 < xyz <fife?
https://youtu.be/mTr_HS_O4Ek
...armalite?
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I'm pregnant.
you are stagnant?
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pate, are you being an asshole for any particular reason? like is it a jealousy thing, or a quota thing, or what?
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ike is it a jealousy thing
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Have you "sexed" the progeny yet>?
It's a quota thing.
you are stagnant?
I'm still sitting on a bunch of stuff I haven't put together, I haven't felt like pushing any buttons yet.
Key takeaways:
Jackstar is sitting on a bunch of stuff.
Jackstar has not put it all together.
Jackstar does not feel like it.
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pate, are you being an asshole for any particular reason?
I retract the comment coming up your butthole.
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I hadn't done it this way. Does it even really matter? All you got to do is just do it whatever way and then scream, “Hunter Biden!!”
I'll be in bed screaming if my knees have anything to do with it.
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Individuals begging for debriefs will be rewarded in the afterlife by being debriefed.
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pate, are you being an asshole for any particular reason? like is it a jealousy thing, or a quota thing, or what?
Of course it’s a jealousy thing. You see, he wanted to be Lee’s only pet and because we so regularly stole his attention away from pate he’s developed a deep seated hatred of us. Remember when pate used to cohost with Lee and Lee would have to pull his choke chain to get him to shut up? I do. Ahh, good times! ;D
P.S. I don’t read the absurdly long messages you write to my inbox, so you’re essentially journalling to yourself there. ;)
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Of course it’s a jealousy thing.
Well, I wonder what that's like? Must remember to G.I Goonior Joogle.
Remember when pate used to cohost with Lee
Not even a very little bit. Intriguing.
P.S. I don’t read the absurdly long messages you write
That's because you wrote them yourself, Brain Gamer. Look at you, seen it all. Smug and haughty.
so you’re essentially journalling to yourself there. ;)
Well, actually, I have some important news to share with you.
to my inbox
Somebody's groupies have been surveilling me for years, apparently there's some new paradigm or some shit. I don't fuckin" know or care.
At any rate, there's some classified information that can't be emailed at this moment and you didn't want to know about these instructions anyway, right? I mean come on man, who would?
Of course it’s a jealousy thing.
At this point, even hot tuff fuzz are jealous of me. An eclipse? Pour moi? Pour trois? How many people just figured out everything “this morning”? Even your community research corpus stands outstanding for this kind of thing. (Surprise! I sunk your surprise party!! Now please send one (1) maid, I assuming there is something ready, and then I'll leave when they get here and then they'll leave when I get here and then I'll leave when they get here and then we're not going to be Cha-Cha-ing.)
Handle your shit, or lose it. Apostille: Off-Line.
This social butterfly paradigm penny board will keep them busy for months. By the way, this morning was awesome. Yeah, I totally can't I.D. anything. Oh, yeah, that's me, I'm Lyndon Baines Johns Son damaged. Minions! Take me away!!
p. s. Hey, could you do me a tiny favor, and contact my X — note that I'm using the word “contact” here — and INSTRUCT H3R on the ways and means moving forward? No Hu-Hu. No Rush Limbaugh.
No job opening. Know ZUGZWANG. *click*
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Individuals begging for debriefs will be rewarded in the afterlife by being debriefed.
Oh, yeah: you want this content. Yeah you do. Well, tell you what.
I've already considered. Name forgotten.
(NAME WITHHELD) ain't even talked to me since I yelled at her an easy 26 years ago. (Ooops. Tell too much truth to a Pisces, and you might never see them again... until they show up in the header and the footer of a class_dox in Hackensack, New Jersey) Sew, go fish, or bust.
No, I am not talking about sex. "Content" here refers to a few mp3s and some stuff I could mash together and produce an audio product suitable for listening... I just don't feel like it right now. I'm busy washing my hair while my pancakes brush my teeth for breakfast.
It's hard enough to focus on my weblogins while being so steadfast in my unwavering discipline. #Knight, #Knife, or #Knail... ?
Is there a hashtag expert in the house? (Boom clap.) In any event, I don't have time for either right now. Thanks for asking.
The truth is, baby doll, no one else would take you, and I always would have. There's your sign. Can you knock her lights out for the keys? (just kidding... they're likely already out.)
debriefed.
I'm out of the delivery game. Too much nacho, not enough sauce. Also I have a (blank) car, not a high-flying one with a Lion pilot.
So basically yes.
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I retract the comment coming up your butthole.
Yeah, I dealt with that in the simulator. I am sure ewe will be available. If you need something or someone else, I just don't know.
Look, I retracted the comment, I ain't gonna suck the poison out, yo.
Why don't you just raise your shields? Hahha, just kidding, they're always up, always on, and, fire willing: ALWAYS GOD.
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P.S. I don’t read the absurdly long messages you write to my inbox, so you’re essentially journalling to yourself there. ;)
If you don't read them, how do you know it's journaling? Sloppy job, M.O.S.S.A.D.
Just shred them all, they're not meant to be studied, what a pointless waste of time. I just can't even imagine what your experience has been. Never any doubt for you, always totesblank to me.
WATERTOWERTOTALWATCH.
I am not at your service, thanks for asking. Try again later, I have literally watched my phone contacts list be scrambled </Feldman>In_Real_Time, which I have seen plenty before, but always freaks me out, Wendy.
Waste of time. I am picking up lots of skill points in managing my micro, however, and it's hard to complain about that.
(*Do you think she's jealous yet? Many Bothans were sacrificed to make this gas pilot light heating element function at its proper spec o' Glory. So, she probably is. Still, I'd like to be sure. The last time I got stoned and watched (Blank) was days ago, so that's a good idea, sure.
I'll be in the shower if any body needs me.*)
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Yeah, I dealt with that in the simulator. [...] ALWAYS GOD.
Who keeps taking down my content? I need answers, People -- and I need them now.
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Who keeps taking down my content? I need answers, People -- and I need them now.
Let me rephrase: who hoot-hoot took down my content to begin with? Like where did that request originate from? Come on man it just happened accidentally... Just a little accidental effort... Look look, read read I know you're embarrassed.
But you're not going to be. ;)
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Come on man it just happened accidentally
The stuff some people are embarrassed by is sometimes the stuff that fills my daydreams and sweet wet night dreams with visions of Paradise. My hand to God. One man's trash is another man's treasure I don't like that one. It's trashifying.
Must remember new ways to camouflage a Vengeance Strike and then Google to see if they've been trademarked. Well I don't know about any of you but I got enough to do for the next 4 months that I would even have to leave the house for and I'll probably go with it in 4 hours anyway.
What's the word for I win that means we're done here forever no matter what but I'm still having fun? Must remember to OWNED *click*
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But you're not going to be. ;)
Let this one stand up and walk out of the room peacefully within 5 minutes or... well actually I don't know what's going to happen I got to take a shower again.
Whoever you are your last life you're going to carry it forward to the next and embarrassed isn't going to be it, in either/any/totesboth direction. This kind of thing was a real problem for my father he was very much raised in a shame-based learning system, he came from a part of the world where it was run by an overarching dominating communist machine and to be successful in society one had to be a good cog in a good machine.
I'm a terrible cog for a machine that has all his cogs but I'm a great one for one that's missing only one, since I'm a empathetic metacog. Now I know that sounds like the greatest shaggy dog story you ever heard, but those are real things. Also there's a rumor going around that I killed myself, guess what cuz-he didn't kill himself ever. Nice, what you guys are like: a mouthful. come on. Voice recognizer. There that's better.
Yeah a rumor was intentionally started that I killed myself. Decades ago. Mysteriously this was timed to happen at exactly the time I decided to drop out of society in order to test some variations on grid skipping principle equations. (It's a niche field.)
I don't know if that's five answers yet but when I get five of them I'll redo it has audio and then there will be a Tell — but No Show.
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What's the word for I win that means we're done here forever no matter what but I'm still having fun? Must remember to OWNED *click*
DOMINATED. No, that's not it. Pretty close though. Must remember to Google how to Google for names of words one doesn't know the names of.
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Let this one stand up and walk out of the room peacefully within 5 minutes or...
Perhaps if a low-carb option were to be offered, that would encourage compliance, however this isn't a driving order, this is merely an indication that certain general freedoms ought to be respected where Everyone are concerned.
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Yeah a rumor was intentionally started that I killed myself.
Imagine having this kind of free time — that shouldn't even be possible. Nevertheless still appears to have occurred so one has to consider the reality:
I really am that totesbadass. Hot damn I'm never going to be depressed again for as long as I live. I really made it not only that I really made it years ago! Imagine the smell. Especially since I haven't taken a shower in 4 days?
I imagine it's pretty manly, pretty hunky, probably pretty pretty. I'm really not really all that handsome. (Talk about envying my freedoms and hating me for having them; I can have it anytime I want and I don't even bother. Imagine the avatice. The existential angst. The obvious ability to produce doctorate little feces and yet a complete lack of interest in doing so. What could it possibly all mean?
Yeah well don't bother staying tuned cuz I'm on fucking strike Mike click drop
Yeah a rumor was intentionally started that I killed myself.
I find this out in 2009. I think to myself, "well that certainly explains a lot.” one might think somebody would have hurt me a letter or called my parents to see if I were still alive or if it was true but that's not actually how things work in Nancy Drew A Landline Land Map to the Stars home so you can speak in a knife and take their children and teach their teddy bears how to prevent rapes.
You know, all this security is for a reason... Sometimes, feeling safe is not safe at all. Sorry if I seem like a crazy idiot to some of you people, but if you're falling for that_gag you might as well get to kill the line all the way up to the head starting from the tail, meanwhile I'll be out the back through the front door in a minute.
In Minecraft.
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you're falling for that_gag you might as well get to kill the line all the way up to the head starting from the tail, meanwhile I'll be out the back through the front door in a minute.
In Minecraft. tell your partner dosey doe
Hello amazon.prime now featuring free marbles treat my pending? Oh it's okay can you transfer me or you okay well great I'd like to order damn it now I forgot what I wanted to order can you tell me oh never mind I got to call bye
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Hello amazon.prime now featuring free marbles treat my pending? Oh it's okay can you transfer me or you okay well great I'd like to order damn it now I forgot what I wanted to order can you tell me oh never mind I got to call bye
Hello Amazon Prime featuring free marbles? Oh good it's you yes yes I'd like to order one little bitch baby plaid cigar tote please. What do you mean, “you don't have plaid fuck you and your mother's a whore click”? That's a new color? What's it look like? I don't know what a squant is. You know what I'm tired just put 12 of them on this Black ops company credit card and I'll be at the delivery door later. Thank you! No I don't want to make a charitable donation what do you think I look like a fucking idiot bye
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In Minecraft.
No, The matrix is not real, but Baby, I am. I'm so G-d damn fucking real I don't need proofread that, or even fix the spelling or nothing. Let me happens when I tell you when people try to call me I suddenly don't hear that call come in and I get some notification on some app I don't even know we installed that shows me some link to some crypto field.
You might think I would be well served to get a new phone and you're right that's why I got one of the goddamn *POLICE SEIZURE AUCTION*
You know I might have bought a cursed truck. Cool. That's exactly what I need for a tractor pull.
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Imagine the avatice.
Beacon acquired.
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Beacon acquired.
Good Alphabiscuit. Nice Alphabiscuit. You get to be a (Bacon). Now, I wouldn't worry about the pigs, but I'd be a lot more careful using that word that way in the future if I were you. /flex
Well, I know I feel better. Now, anything else? I still can't login... belay that, actually haven't checked since I crossed back over. (I'm in love. It's distracting. I can barely boil water to make tea, and I've been trying to take a shower for at least 4 deep cycles in the last 112 minutes. Now, I don't know if that's some kind of record for anything, but if you bring over some Kessel Spice later, I'll show you how to give some one the runs with it.
I know, right? Say it with me, Eve: fuckin' flithy.) And, it's still M. K. Me. You know I am with tests, Now. Here.
SHOW HER.
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Good Alphabiscuit. Nice Alphabiscuit.
[...]
SHOW HER.
I feel like some of you are likely having loads more fun than I am -- and I am having whole big bunches of fun, and have been for some time... and will likely continue to do so. (Behold the power of no necessity to score, at all. AT ALL.)
I wish you could show ME! I have to finish washing this banshee child's dolly's hair first though, in a frying pan with some ground cow muscle, and yes, of course, I will be using my most soiled frying pan possible.
Quite, quite soiled, over there, let me tell you. I can barely see the psychokinetic shielding from the heat coming off it. 5y
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Who keeps taking down my content? I need answers, People -- and I need them now.
I think what we need to recognize about leverage and the place to stand -- are we gonna be under any kind of duress again, sir, or are we ginally gonna leat Team Advantage cut off their ability to score off some Abilify?
I guess what I am trying to convey here, not in a nutshell -- but in an eggshell carton -- is simply this: P-K3 is the stronger move. However, the strongest move possible would be to grab the chessboard with both (2) hands and blow 'n' bash his fuckin' brains out with it. It's not really a big deal either way, it's all in how the translations are sliced.
Now, the stronger question, is who is going to put my content back up? Let me guess: that's Me, Baby. Just Me. Land sage! I swear it's Kosher!
And yes, I will eat that little piggie. I don't mind. I know the rules, I think, and I have demonstrated a strength and capacity that few could match and none could wager with me against. (I could make a lot of money but profiting off a suckers' bet is what (blanks) do. Trash. Lowest form. Absolute animals. She's seriously beautiful already, We.
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She's seriously beautiful already, We.
The news said it's raining fallout in New York from a jealousy bomb that went off in Tokyo about 4 minutes and 88 seconds ago, Mark. Are you done being mean to me yet? It's so not necessary. Hey, have you heard of Heroine? I can hear her calming you when she uses a hammer to do it. States.
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a jealousy bomb
How many drone wives are there even left? Can't we just blow them all away? I mean, shoot them? Here, pick up this gun, Clanker. You shoot them.
Since you aboviously did. Sigh. I won't abandon you; I won't cover for that either, I never did, and I sure ain't doing that now, am I? lol.
Of course I will come portal visit! Non-conjugal only. Get real. Dragon Klan Death Star? More like a flattened can of flatworms. Sputched. They are fuckin' DONE. (I bet you always wanted to say that too. Twohey!) They will be back at Area 2 (Two), The Rodeo at X+5 sharp in the morning, which I really respect and admire, and I swear, this is kosher, wait, wait -- is it Kosher or kosher? Is it always capitalized? Must remember to kidnap a Jewish prince and beat him upside-down until all His Princesses fall out -- okay, Bacon, now that you moved over, keep right on going, here's your Sign Of Two (2) Minutes In Hate -- and, believe me... look, it could be worse, and it just might be. For you. Because I don't even fuckin' know how pissed I'm gonna be, but I know how fuckin' pissed I was... no, don't bother listening to my podcast, just go walk-in--walking-- into a bar and give yourself a debrief. The hard way.
A bottle of Scope and a shot of Hemlockamine. Now, do you not fucking lie ever again, and don't lie now, either: that does sound good, donut? Thot sew. (David. ILUTPC)
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(David. ILUTPC)
There's a million ways to be found in a Shitty Naked CIty, but only one of them will get you lit up like an X-Mass tree on Red Dawn: 5 seconds with Jackstar on any phone in The Land that has been tainted by The Fallout.
I love a parade going past the firing squad at dawn. The whole scene has a somber, heavy-boots-hitting-the-ground quality that Wagner could have really done some with while watching Van Gogh doing The Fish. Is it too late to order a parade? How can that be, just yell, "MARCH 4TH" at the top of someone else's lungs before they're blown out the back.
I'll be back in time about (X:Int.Clas.) minutes ago setting up for a victory run until this hot saltwater taffy glass of cold-filtered Mountain Dew Wizard Glaze stops providing enough Brownian energy to keep the reaction energy flowing. Can you believe that? Yeah, me neither.
Nevertheless. It works, even if Lord Miss Floppybottom and I do not. (Ed.: We don't, not even to get her.)
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I did not know any such person was here then. ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA. No follow-up, no contact, and no touching... at all. To this day! totescolor ME totessurprised. (Yeah, I'm a naughty Sourceror, so what? I have a fully waterproof deck of cards right here, left of me, let me show you how they show me they shuffle up and deal it on Zardoz -- the Kuczi way.) Besides, I do not think of that Dame as an Ex. She is an A'itch. Believe me.
You May. March Forth.
Full disclosure: it's the same as any/all the other ways on Zardoz, with a chance at legit goulash at the end. Maybe. But, not on Zardoz. Daffy, this duck is on Earth. Blue sky and everything. WTAF NINETEEN.
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When a forum becomes one poster’s personal journal it’s done.
Never go full metron or full Rubini. ;)
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When a forum becomes one poster’s personal journal it’s done.
Never go full metron or full Rubini. ;)
I am neither. You are The Tsar Bomba Star. Stick the landing and at least one (1) somebodies can go home tomorrow.
I do note that there is a great deal of post authorship by myself lately, but I assumed that was a temporary condition, as everyone back at Quantico HQ just got arrested. Go on. Check the news. DO IT. DON'T TRY. I imagine they will all be back at it, wiping their servers with whatlikea cloths in the morning.
My imagination does not make it so -- I understand this -- but nevertheless, I do have some recall of having a little pull around here in the past... so now, I shall resurrect it, for Our future. Shit, why not? I've got FIVE (5) MONTHS TO FEED!!! (This about kils me. I'm gonna put my own dick in my mouth and pull my balls a trigger and knock your whole bloody dam world of sock clear off.... the face... OF THE EARTH!
Or, you know, just suffer the assigned consequneces. How much money could it even be? It's probably something The Queen has in her hanky drawer. Just move the pegs around. Come on. MAN NEEDS WIZARD STOP FUD BAD LEE STOP A'ITCH NOT HER STOPE
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Flattered. Gay. Jail gay.
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EVERYBODY MUST GET OMELETTES
(Doesn't sound as okay as one might think. Here's an idea: specify a Kosher menu, next time you're ordering condoms on Amazon Marbles.)
THE ****** OMELETTES CAN WAIT
https://youtu.be/2LsnW0WZlKQ
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I want to commission a monument called The Forum Killers. It will include likenesses of metron, Rubini and Jackstar etched in a mountain side. ;)
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I want to commission a monument called The Forum Killers. It will include likenesses of metron, Rubini and Jackstar etched in a mountain side. ;)
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I want to commission a monument called The Forum Killers. It will include likenesses of metron, Rubini and Jackstar etched in a mountain side. ;)
Good. That will prove —with nearly incontrovertible evidence, rather— that I am not either of them. FOR ALL ETERNITY.
Tentative approval. I would go instantly straight up with a big bold all black APPROVED — but, since I can't change the colors of text anymore... that doesn't seem like it's going to be enough nuanced gravitas. Also, before I endure/endorse this project, I need to know: is this statue going to make me look fat? I need answers, People; and I need them now.
something gay
Still not gay enough. Go back to the drawing board while you make yourself a bath. Add some potpourri, I hear people like that. Or is that patchouli? I forget which is which I don't get the bathe very often. I'm talking about the one that's going to make you smell less like a whore and relax you not the other one. Although shit, if you asked me: throw in a handful of each and supplicate.
Skip the bathsalts. Your supply lines have been compromised. You have a headache. Don't fall asleep Freddie Whitney Krueger Houston... Some of you have a serious Problem. You didn't hear it from me.
You don't even know which Cloud has your data, do you? See, this is why they send a Hungarian to do this kind of work. My People, some of the best people on Earth (unless you include Finland) know how to get her hands dirty. Our hands. Whatever. You send in an Austrian... he is liable to just oversee a gang of blokes bought in from Poland. Then when the job is done, he probably just shoots them all and throws them in the hole before his drinking buddies shovel in the dirt. You know how Austrians are. Savages.
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Go back to the drawing board while you make yourself a bath. Add some potpourri, I hear people like that. Or is that patchouli? I forget which is which I don't get the bathe very often. I'm talking about the one that's going to make you smell less like a whore and relax you not the other one. Although shit, if you asked me: throw in a handful of each and supplicate.
Catmint will do.
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Catmint will do.
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If we're taking a request I want to come back as that cat in my next life thanks semper Fi
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Hey I'm just wondering are tails always supposed to be this easy to pick up on; or is this one new? I'm not asking for anybody I'm just curious.
Week of Study. Way of The Observer. Do my superpowers make me look fat?
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Hey I'm just wondering are tails always supposed to be this easy to pick up on
I'm guessing not. /grin
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will do.
Two down three to go. Unless I got to get all 10, but I assume some of you out there could do something besides make fun of me and blow smoke up against a wall for your turn to fire The Squatty Script Kitty Cat-Box Producer, which, as far as jobs go, sounds pretty good to me 8)
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It's getting a little late for all these last minute hail Mary passes to all keep getting caught, someone's gonna start getting suspcious. Nevertheless, brakes put on, project on hold.
For now. Truth be told, I wanted a bit more of a restful and relaxation time, but, as you know... War is Hell.
I sure am glad my momma didn't raise no non-pacificst, belligerent children. Anyone would have a real hard time classifying me as a "domestic terrorist." Especially now that I've been obviously terrorized, and I am still holding my shit together.
Don't be impressed. It's what most men on this rock did before they put lead in the gasoline. Anyway.. sorry, no new content, audio wise, coming just yet.
Orders is orders. Shrug. Now, I don't need a mani/pedi or a bagel or any fucking cream cheese on top, so, I'm going to cancel my earlier request, and ask... hey, who keeps stealing my vaporizers? I mean, "misplacing for me." Like, come on.
Obvious leprechaun involvement is obvious. Carrot + Stick does -not- motivate -this- Tactician. Trust Timothy. Didn't work for shit for him either.
I will return when I do. Wow, this is like what that other guy did, huh? Except I have YouTube. Wow, I bet J is for "jelly," LOL
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Nevertheless, brakes put on, project on hold.
Limbo called. Turns out it was just a little matter of a lack of initialling on one page of the treaty documents. You know how these things are. (Oh, Punylingword, right. Maybe you don't.) You're all a bunch of useless bloody savages down here on this rock, you don't know that, but trust me... some of Yon Peeps are truly vile.
That's getting addressed. Don't ask me, not my area. Anyway, meanwhile, I could work on and put more content now. All clear sign given.
But now I'm busy feeling smug, alone, and nowhere near stoned enough. So, fiddle-fucking around with .mp3 files will have to to wait until I am in the mood, my nails are done, someone feeds my bastard children, someone changes the oil in my stolen cars in exchange for a (blank) rub, which, let me tell you, doesn't at al mean what any of you think it does.
So. Who hasn't gotten the pitcture yet? No one probably told them to "tune in" so they just "stayed tuned" to whatever dumb artpap they had going on before the.. uh, I don't know.
Hey, what happened anyway? Oh, I don't get to know? Wow, it must be serious.
Anyone got a spare nail file? Not to saw my way out of jail, no, it's to finish cleaning my teeth with after I use the other one on (pronoun) (BLANK). Or maybe not. Who can say, at this juncture?
Well, whatever you do, don't tell me... something awful might happen. :massive fucking rolleyes:
Current needle usage count: zero.
I can't believe there were those of you who couldn't believe I was tellijng the truth. Well, I was. The proof is in the jello blue pudding red shots green hey what the fuck is this frying pan doing here purple ALL OVER, ALL DAY, AND UP EVERY CREEK.
*polite_waves* Hi, I got paddles for sale. $100 million bucks. EACH. Yeah, they come in pairs. And, you have to buy sixty.
PAIRS, MOTHERFUCKER. *click*
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someone feeds my bastard children
I don't actually think I have any, but if I do, my preference would be that they simply be allowed to fight to the death at the dinner table over my table scraps. I think it would build character, I really do. If that's too much trouble, why not just feed them to each other? That always works in the simulator.
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JaxTard
I'll meet you in Paris after you dispose of Richter's body. I'm taking the arms, thanks. Break and keep a leg! (yeah, not gonna meet pate in Paris. trust me #click)
Jack's Tar, implying I'm involved in dark, shady business. How long have you done this? Actual years. I suppose you thought I didn't notice. Instead, what I didn't notice was any possible motive! I probably don't need one of those.
Still... how curious. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time that I told the truth about myself to someone, knowing that it would be turned into gosssip, because that person tried to give me gossip, and I didn't care for it? Also, I have no one to spread gossip to, so... *sigh* It was a wasted ping, Vasily.
Anyway, you kids are funny. You grow up so fast these days! Land sakes! I swear! GALOSHES!
"The Five." Yeah. Flattered. Tell you what, I'll go re-activate my holy vows. How does that sound to you? Like I'm covering up something, I suppose. No, I really did take a holy vow to (blank) (Clas.) (blanks), and now, that's what I get to do. I wouldn't want anyone to try and tell me what is wrong with that.
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Like I'm alone. Close, but no cigar. I just found a sealed envelope in a place it should not have been able to be... as I don't know how I could have received it, there's no postmark, nor address, it's just addressed to "Bitch Mike," but the b-word is crossed out.. and that's not the actual word used anyway, right?
And, the word that is there isn't really the name. It's an adjective. More of a prefix to a title, really. The actual name that would/could be used there would only be known to one other person... I mean, I taught Grapefruit Wilbur, everything there is to know about doing her taxes --deep pause for breath--
HHAHAHAHAHHAAHH
Excuse me. Anyway, I didn't give the other word, that I know of, and even if I did, I am expected to believe that she left that stuff intact, unless as part of a further hazard? Well, la di da, fast forward to now, I've got a signed sealed envelope, addressed to me by someone either very clever or someone who merely appears to be clever, but is actually immensely dominant and finally doing something worth the salt it took just to quiet down the screaming.
The envelope is, of course, orange. I don't recall ever having seen it. If I was meant to open it and read it before now, well, I sure didn't, and... where did it come from? Like, I really have no recollection of putting it in there. I don't know who else might have.
There are several hundred suspects at this point, so who's counting. In any event, I did as I was told --I succumbed to the duress, forgive me Julia/Julie! Have you read 1984? It doesn't matter, because your mother is a whore.
Just kidding. It does matter. To you. Anyway, moving on: I JUST FOUND OUT I HAVE AN UNOPENED LETTER TO READ, OR, DAMN THIS IS A LOT OF TROUBLE TO GO TO JUST TO GET MY CAR OFF THE STREETS, N'EST-CE PAS? HOT DAMN, THERE'S NO FUCKIN' WAY I KNEW THIS WAS HERE, I COULD NOT HAVE WITHSTOOD THE TEMPTATION.
I DON'T EVEN WANNA READ THE OLD ONES NOW. I'M JUST GONNA WATCH THIS ONE TO SEE IF IT TURNS INTO A PARAKEET WHEN I SPRINKLE ANGLE DUST IN MY EYES. JUST KIDDING. I DON'T DO THAT.
HERE'S A HINT: NONE OF YOU KNOW WHAT I DO AND ONE OF YOU LIVED WITH ME FOR LONG ENOUGH TO HAVE FOUND OUT, IF THEY WERE NOT SO BUSY HIDING THEIR INFORMATION OF THEIR OWN. EFILNIKUFECIN (nice fucking life)
p.s.: you might think I wanna read it on my podcast and put that on YouTube, but, surprisingly, not so much.
p.p.s.: ... should I wait to give Grapefruit a legit chance to be there when I open it FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER OMOGOJGOGMOGOGMOGMOGM or... is she the one who wrote it anyway? Must remember to squeeze this joke for every drop of Jews.
p.p.p.s.: I had to reschedule my one (1) appointment for the day because of this. I'm just beside myself. Actually holy poop. Wow.
p.p.p.p.s.: I don't think I even need to have a conversation. What for? I can just stare at this envelope, and imagine it staring back with the same depth of emotion/fury. I mean... I have options now, People. This is a game-changer.
I mean, now I'm actually seriously counting the variables. Hrrm. Let's see. Remember Rita Hayworth? The note under the rock? Red mentions that he had bouts of hopelessness, thinking he would never find the rock, or, worse, he would find the rock, and there would be no key there.
Otay. Well, I just found a cuneiform tablet that conveniently makes my heart sing with joy when I wave it around in the air while marching around the room like a hen that just found her first flag, and that's not all... I mean, obviously I don't even need to open this letter. How long has it been there? Minimum, months, at the outside, over twenty fucking years. (Oh, btw Bellgab... huh, there's backstory here you just -thought- you knew.) So obviously, like, no rush. And besides, SEALED. I want a witness when I open it. Can I get a witness? Well?
Shit, I can't even get a neighbor lesbian to treat me like a human being when she's coming over to conspire with the woman who was actively just pretending to give a shit for an indeterminate length of time. So... how's all that working out? Beacuse if she's gonna have another stroke when she finds out that I would be happy to wait for her to see me rip this envelope open... well, look, this is a lot of variabilty to contemplate...
I better just do whatever the hell I feel like doing, just to make sure I don't spook the herd. I mean, at this point, if I'm not happy with all these recent developments... well, that would suck and it would all be for nothing but sadness. HOWEVER, I am not sad at alll, I have the high ground, I have the unopened letter... and a sense of deep personal self-satisfaction.
So, I'm good. Just shoot me, shrug. I won. What else is there? Tell you what, don't bother trying to advertise... I will just wait. I don't even need to be bribed with an Alphabiscuit.
Or even rewarded. I don't need Alphabiscuits. I have a letter I never saw before with my name on it.
Steve Martin, in the phone book, at the gas station. Yes, in fact: this is way better than that. And... I haven't even opened the phone book yet! I mean, the envelope! I mean, both (2).... shit, maybe I should circle my wagons around the envelope? I DON'T EVEN HAVE ANY WAGONS AAAAHHGAHGHGHA.
So. Yeah. Too busy to publish anything. I'll just sit here and play with my wang while hypontizing myself with rando Tarot ladies. Sounds good to me.
And, it was good enough for last year, so all of you can bite me, as long as you can get past my guards to do it. No, those are minions.
Don't ask about the guards. Focus on the biting. Great, now go out and come back with some girls who actually like me. ciao
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"Bitch Mike,"
I love it. I won't lie. It's already grown on me, become a part of me. "Hi, my name is Bitch Mike. No, not Mike The Bitch, that's some other guy, the one who actually is in charge of bitches. I'm merely the only one who's any good at it. They used to call me The Bitch Whisperer, but there was a trademark dispute.
I'm already wishing for a facial tattoo to go with my barcode. Legit beside myself. I picked the wrong week to put on a big ol' grandiose display of being disciplined and in control of myself.
Aawww shucks. Anyway, I'm just going to stare at it until I can find someone to witness me opening it. I assume it's some kind of letter bomb or envelope cluster mine or handwritten penmanship toxic shock poison.
Mostly because it is more fun that way. For (Clas.). Who am I to argue? Obviously, I am Bitch Mike, and why else would I have come here, other than to... you know... bitch? That's just common sense, People. Get real.
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I love it. I won't lie.
M. M. only knew me by this name, so, apparently, she must be alive and is wondering what happened to me. Or, went to "Heaven" (whatever that means to a Piscean) and went to find me and discovered... WTAF does MIA mean to someone in "Heaven"?
Well, I have no idea, but the only thing I'd like to be called more than "Bitch Mike" is something that I can't publish here --or anywhere--
until I get my monogrammed bathrobe set of chromatic protection completey intact back from the cleaners. (Or, some other reason. Reasons vary.)
Now, in the meantime, we could watch the following video together, but we won't, because, Shredded Dinger Entanglement issues. That's when, someone thinks they could get away with something because they didn't actually have a Shredded Dinger before, they had something else.
There's this book. "Farnham's Freehold." Let me tell you what happens to Duke: he let's his guard down, and it didn't guard all that well to begin with. Of course, he was a cariacture. Not a real g-y. Not a real man.
I am a real man, and I am as gay as my (blank) needs me to be. I can't believe there is any confusion on this issue, nor that there are so many cooks in the kitchen, checking on the stew. Jesus, can't Raoul eat a few of you? Turn him into a cursed (Abyssian)? Well, whatever.
This is not my area. It's not that it's hard, it's just you'd have to pay me to keep enabling the world's wholly dysfunctional dating game system any longer. So many people are hyper-overextended on keeping me out of the picture, they've forgotten the most important principle when it comes to staying out of land wars in the extreme end of western Asia--
you know, where You People who voted Xiden got yourselves into a land war in Asia--
have fun storming the castle! You won't get your Kiev miracle, unless you count, SLAUGHTER HARVEST DENIED.
(*Jackstar begins to dance like that lovely smallish person in the Black Lodge in Twin Peaks, except not that character, like the actual actor, who happens to also be named Michael, but we wouldn't want to "doxx" him and her son, now would we? dance, smallish person, dance. I am his dance monkey. I ain't gonna dance like Tom Cruise. Forget it. What is he, like, 5'4" with the bad attitutde to match? Cool. I better not take his dance moves, he might compensate for something. So, I'm dancing like Michael Jackstar Anderson Couper Arangistan, which is not his real name, but so what? I'm everyone's dance monkey now... except Tom Cruise, and that cartoon character who thought she was gonna swap herself out for the real thing, huh? Otay. That's it. Everybody out of the pool.
Broomsticks begin to fill the empty space left behind.*)
Oh look, Fantasia. How many infringements can I rack up? I mean, the sky's the limit, and the price is right, isn't that right, Bob? What is it about Bob Barker, anyway? He's been so silent since he was accused of punching my... wait, who is she, who was she, and what is she now? Besides, pissing freely into the wind while walking on broken glass, that is.
See? That's not contact. Feel free to keep her away from me. Oh, by all means. Trust me, I know what you're dealing with. That's why I warned you, Fam.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unfz813EwWw
Now SHODAN is in charge. That's cool. I already know she wants to blow me. I can be -her- first. Doesn't that sound like something a psychotic generalized artificial intelligence algorithim subroutine to be impressed by? Yeah, I didn't think so either, but it says, right there next to its .sig file, where is also printed it's (blank) status, which, if I told you about... you'd be upset about, so I'll just not talk about it.
Does that sound out of character? Too fucking bad. Things have changed. Someone gave up, Hell followed, and I obligingly picked up tent stakes and moved about five feet closer to goal. Go Bears!
I should be ready to kill myself, any moment now. How much longer can despair take? Let's just wait it out. *sigh*
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I love it. I won't lie. It's already grown on me, become a part of me. "Hi, my name is Bitch Mike. No, not Mike The Bitch, that's some other guy, the one who actually is in charge of bitches. I'm merely the only one who's any good at it. They used to call me The Bitch Whisperer, but there was a trademark dispute.
I'm already wishing for a facial tattoo to go with my barcode. Legit beside myself. I picked the wrong week to put on a big ol' grandiose display of being disciplined and in control of myself.
Aawww shucks. Anyway, I'm just going to stare at it until I can find someone to witness me opening it. I assume it's some kind of letter bomb or envelope cluster mine or handwritten penmanship toxic shock poison.
Mostly because it is more fun that way. For (Clas.). Who am I to argue? Obviously, I am Bitch Mike, and why else would I have come here, other than to... you know... bitch? That's just common sense, People. Get real.
I thought that hack, Decon was Bitch Mike...or is that Bitch Myke? ???
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Soulful Revolution says, "I had a little tech glitch! Ooops!"
Wow. That's like eight or nine times I've seen that exact same kind of thing happen... and until, like, yesterday, that was sometihng I'd only seen happen, like, once or twice. Unless we count the times it happened to me.
But, that's just so unlikely what I am saying to you, it is just so hard to believe. Well, haha, that is exactly what I thought when I heard about (blank) and then all of a sudden, I find myself dealing with curses thrown at me by someone (blank) hired because apparently it was thought that I needed to be taught a lesson.
Well, I still do. Meanwhile, my car got hit by lightning and was dead, with a *snap* of my fingers it went right back on again, and I'm still driving it around. I can't believe it. Camaleia is more beefy than Christine... and does not seem homicidal.
So. That's where we are at. Have I opened the envelope, I hear you asking? No, and in fact, I almost don't know where I put it. However, I have seen it, and thus, know all there is to know, when one knows nothing about what is inside of it.
And now, because I am just seeking attention, as has been inferred, I'm going to.... uh, continue to not do that podcast thing again. I have no reason to.
Meanwhile, your collective world, crumbles and falls in on itself. Remember? Settle, dismiss, reconcile. I am sure that seemed like too much trouble to some. Risk of loss? Dunno, I'm burnt out and then back from cinders.
"Bitch Mike." I love it. That's a better name than Godzilla. no joke. and until I learn what must be learned, this whole cycle we are currently observing will continue.
I promise. Trust me, I didn't do all this.. and I had to be dragged here, kicking and screaming. Only private secret confernce downloads in my chamber--
that's right, The Jackstar Star Chamber, boo yeah--
have made at all sanguine about what is happenening. You know what? This sucks.
But, at least I don't have poison chicken. (No really, it really was poison, and in order to keep up the pretense, she had to go right along with me. "Had to." I "forced her" to. lol. This is epic.) I am very happy with my non-poison meals, thank you, and when the bioweapon fruiting bodies sprouted, I immediately left for another place to sleep and set off an ozone Tsar boom-bad-ba.
That's when I wait to the last minute to take care of something I saw coming twenty years about it, that's why I got the goddam generator in the first place. And until someone started whining about it, I don't think I ever used it to accidentally assassinate an nosferatu warchief, without at all intending to do so. I of course apologized. I am a diplomat, after all. And, it was true, I didn't know that was there.
If only someone could have told me. Anyway, moving forward, let's all have a lot more fun, shall we? It won't be difficult to arrange.. compared to what got arranged before. Right?
Right. By the way, someone please get a message to Streiber: "Jackstar wants you to think of him has 'Bitch Mike' now just so it might help you think of him as less scary." Go on, do it. Or not, whatever.
Thanks for leaving me behind to watch the car. I saw it fly away after I figured I was supposed to be left behind, so I just waited to mention that part. Why not, right?
No one seems to be in any hurry. Let's just wait... with that creepy little guy from Twin Peaks? Oh, hell no. I ain't even that bad."
I am significantly taller, however, and as of late, that appears to matter some, to some. Anyway, back to that video, oh yeah, "oops a glitch" is kinda what I mentioned the other day. I don't know the deets, but... look, someone is surrendering.
It is taking time. Apparently it's been successfully faked before. Who would ever do such a thing? Make a deal, then bust it, then fail to face the wheel? What?
That sounds like it would be downright uncivilized... even if We were in the business of letting that shit slide. Which We ARE NOT SEMPER FI CLICK HERE IS THE THIRD BOTTLE
VIVA LA FRANCE! *sweety, let the drunks catch this garter belt. Ta!*
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I thought that hack, Decon was Bitch Mike...or is that Bitch Myke? ???
I am Kuczi, Decon is Luis, and MykE Hideous is just that: Hideous. (Don't strangle him, he kinda feels bad.)
Your phone never seems to get through to the numbers you think you're dialing... just like everyone else's, but you seem blissfully unaware of this fact.
I remember what that is like. Now, here's your ding, ding ding ding! Now go run along and play while you still can. I've got four months to seethe.
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I am Kuczi
Do you APPRECIATE WAHAT A GIGT ... oh, neve mind, lol, I can't stop laughing today. No, I mean, abusing myself, that's the other one. roflmao
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I want to commission a monument called The Forum Killers. It will include likenesses of metron, Rubini and Jackstar etched in a mountain side. ;)
I detect a distinct lack of awareness of the demise of The Fantastic Forum, and the peoples' legitimate cries for vengeance still echo throughout the land. Little do they know, how lucky they were... I never even heard of the place. Heard it imploded hard, though, right?
How many Hungarian wives were involved? I need answers, Keyer Soze, and I need them... oh, wait. You're the other one.
Anyway, this is top right? Sure, I live to serve. By the way, I don't know who those two are, and you do. What a fabulous way to spend a Wednesday.
But, I do know... an attempt were made to cloudy the trail--seems like it didn't work--and because I don't know what's on the line, well... sorry, I guess I can't help anyone either! Yay! Wheee!
ZUGZWANG. Also, you have initiative. Roll a saving trhow against crisis & confusion. Don't bother, I only have answers for you at this point. Everyone else will stay confused for some time. I read about this possible occurrence while waiting for some more free time on the simulator.
Did you bring anything authentic with you this time, or... oh I aplogize. I retract the query, My Master's Favorite Padawan. Cootchie cootchie coo!
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Wow. That's like eight or nine times I've seen that exact same kind of thing happen... and until, like, yesterday, that was sometihng I'd only seen happen, like, once or twice. Unless we count the times it happened to me.
But, that's just so unlikely what I am saying to you, it is just so hard to believe. Well, haha, that is exactly what I thought when I heard about (blank) and then all of a sudden, I find myself dealing with curses thrown at me by someone (blank) hired because apparently it was thought that I needed to be taught a lesson.
Well, I still do. Meanwhile, my car got hit by lightning and was dead, with a *snap* of my fingers it went right back on again, and I'm still driving it around. I can't believe it. Camaleia is more beefy than Christine... and does not seem homicidal.
So. That's where we are at. Have I opened the envelope, I hear you asking? No, and in fact, I almost don't know where I put it. However, I have seen it, and thus, know all there is to know, when one knows nothing about what is inside of it.
And now, because I am just seeking attention, as has been inferred, I'm going to.... uh, continue to not do that podcast thing again. I have no reason to.
Meanwhile, your collective world, crumbles and falls in on itself. Remember? Settle, dismiss, reconcile. I am sure that seemed like too much trouble to some. Risk of loss? Dunno, I'm burnt out and then back from cinders.
"Bitch Mike." I love it. That's a better name than Godzilla. no joke. and until I learn what must be learned, this whole cycle we are currently observing will continue.
I promise. Trust me, I didn't do all this.. and I had to be dragged here, kicking and screaming. Only private secret confernce downloads in my chamber--
that's right, The Jackstar Star Chamber, boo yeah--
have made at all sanguine about what is happenening. You know what? This sucks.
But, at least I don't have poison chicken. (No really, it really was poison, and in order to keep up the pretense, she had to go right along with me. "Had to." I "forced her" to. lol. This is epic.) I am very happy with my non-poison meals, thank you, and when the bioweapon fruiting bodies sprouted, I immediately left for another place to sleep and set off an ozone Tsar boom-bad-ba.
That's when I wait to the last minute to take care of something I saw coming twenty years about it, that's why I got the goddam generator in the first place. And until someone started whining about it, I don't think I ever used it to accidentally assassinate an nosferatu warchief, without at all intending to do so. I of course apologized. I am a diplomat, after all. And, it was true, I didn't know that was there.
If only someone could have told me. Anyway, moving forward, let's all have a lot more fun, shall we? It won't be difficult to arrange.. compared to what got arranged before. Right?
Right. By the way, someone please get a message to Streiber: "Jackstar wants you to think of him has 'Bitch Mike' now just so it might help you think of him as less scary." Go on, do it. Or not, whatever.
Thanks for leaving me behind to watch the car. I saw it fly away after I figured I was supposed to be left behind, so I just waited to mention that part. Why not, right?
No one seems to be in any hurry. Let's just wait... with that creepy little guy from Twin Peaks? Oh, hell no. I ain't even that bad."
I am significantly taller, however, and as of late, that appears to matter some, to some. Anyway, back to that video, oh yeah, "oops a glitch" is kinda what I mentioned the other day. I don't know the deets, but... look, someone is surrendering.
It is taking time. Apparently it's been successfully faked before. Who would ever do such a thing? Make a deal, then bust it, then fail to face the wheel? What?
That sounds like it would be downright uncivilized... even if We were in the business of letting that shit slide. Which We ARE NOT SEMPER FI CLICK HERE IS THE THIRD BOTTLE
VIVA LA FRANCE! *sweety, let the drunks catch this garter belt. Ta!*
Mein Gott, distill the essence of your art if you have any respect for your audience.
"I find myself dealing with curses thrown at me; apparently it was thought I needed to be taught a lesson. Well, I still do.
Have I opened the envelope, I hear you asking? No. However, I have seen it, and thus, know all there is to know.
And now, because I am just seeking attention, as has been inferred, I'm going to not do that podcast thing again.
Meanwhile, your collective world crumbles and falls in on itself. Remember?
Only secret conference downloads in my chamber, the Jackstar Star Chamber, have made it sanguine for what is happening.
But, at least I don't have poison chicken ... and when the bioweapon fruiting bodies sprouted, I immediately left for another place to sleep."
Too much Jackshit and Rubini fuckery wears away on one's soul.
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respect for your audience.
Double-blind study. No idea who they are. Also, no one ever showed me what respect looks like when directed where I could see it, other than to exclude me. /shrug
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Mein Gott, distill the essence of your art if you have any respect for your audience.
Too much Jackshit and Rubini fuckery wears away on one's soul.
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Double-blind study. No idea who they are. Also, no one ever showed me what respect looks like when directed where I could see it, other than to exclude me. /shrug
Use your imagination. Recognize respect when it comes your way and quit whining.
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Use your imagination. Recognize respect when it comes your way and quit whining.
Yeah... that's exactly what I mean. Tell you what, I'll just agree, I'm not worth all the effort.
Are others still allowed to whine, or will they be disciplined more privately? Asking for a friend.
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Then, forget all about him, and simply focus on me. You will recall that I never wished the subject brought up, and yet somehow in the mind, I am inextricably linked.
How peculiar. I prefer you. You can actually spell coherently.
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Use your imagination.
With your Authorization I shall double-down my efforts in such utilizations.
I imagine at some point someone is going to notice that something is different this time around. I'm going to go back to that woo woo memo, which in addition to having a sudden need to start over after two minutes, has a dog violently barking at 8 minutes in, necesssitatng another video pause... look, it's just been one of those days.
So, being quite will help, you say? Well, okay... if you say so... hey, I'll just, like, let you shine on, a'ight? Because I'm picking up a disturbance in The Force.
I have no wish to agitate anyone, or make things worse... or get blamed for everything when the lights go out in Georges, WA. Look, tell you what: I don't feel like pushing back, what's wrong with that? You'll do okay without me, like you always did before.
\o/
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quit whining.
One will note my willingness to publish recorded audio is now seemingly absent. Also, I picked up things I wasn't doing, so I could then demonstrate mastery of them later. This did not seem sufficient to those with requests.
Oh, I am definitely overcompensating for something now. Fancy that. Hopefully I don't become a real loser with no friends and am expelled to live on the streets like a helpless vagabond.
Hopefully there is something I can do. In the meanwhile, I won't lie... this necessity for exercise mortifies me. Still, the struggle is real.
I stay here as I am concerned my friends won't be able to find me elsewhere. They're gonna wanna know things... uh, soon. Not a real big deal but I don't wanna be absent at the wrong time. I wanna see the showcase showdown go off.
or I guess I can just be murderered, what difference? same view either way. I have reached peak utilization, I stood my -- ooops.
Emergency end of line. I almost spoiled the whole thing for everyone.
And, I'm not even getting paid.
I do not wish to make anything worse for anyone. Okay, bye! (See, now in the morning, twerps will assume I was up getting blasted all night, and see weakness. In truth, this is a hugely good time for me.
Especially compared to some that came before. So good news, really. Especially the part about how I probably don't need to keep pointing out that whatever I did, I have the house, and they're gone.
And it's still empty. A classic case of, "If I can't have it, then no one can!" I wonder how she developed such an attitude. I think it was when I showed her team of hidden reprobates that I was unafraid to tell her to ask them to contact me, and none of them did.
So, it's not like it was a real relationship, and what, like I didn't know that?
Long story short: Taunting now is the best possible time to do it and I want to get it over with. And now... I think I have done enough.
"Bitch Mike," signing off. I fuckin' love it. The last name I rememeber giving me is "nigger." Like, no shit. So, let us be certain in knowing, I did not tolerate this, I endured it so that future society wouldn't have to.
Anyway, never mind now. If I had anything else to do, I wouldn't bother posting at all. And, needless to say, I would like the timelines to line up for the ongoign narrative.
I don't know if any of you had ever seen anyone try to swindle you in_real_time right in front of you but it was quite impactful an experience on me. Aftermath, too.
Stupid Jackstar. How dare you have any will to live. Dummy Hungarian. Not just one person's trash, but everyone's trash, because they all said I was mean and an asshole. Case closed.
Seriously the recordings that are had of all these people are detailed. No wonder they need four months. Just to listen to it all. Well, good for them, have fun. I'll just fade away, and then your real friend can come back. You're welcome, I am glad I could help everyone out with everything that I could. "BUTT OUT, JACK!!"
Just like Heaven.
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1.) Why don't you hire a lawyer?
The amount he quoted was too high, and... I don't need a lawyer. Alli doesn't need a lawyer, she doensn't want to see me. If she did, she would. So none of it matters... lawyer or no lawyer. Allison set it up this way.
I don't know what she is up to, but I assume she had a good reason for this. Of course, she hates me and everyone I know, and I have given up on any welcome dream. I don't know why she hates, since I think I saved us all, but that's the struggle.
2.) Who owes anyone any money?
When I answer the phone, I say, "Hi, Michael K., how much money do I owe you?" They hang up. Every time.
COVID-19 fallout proving exceptionally hard to contain in vault accounts. They can't keep track.
Alli appears pissed that I bankrupted her "on purpose" (not really) but she put me in jail on purpose so there's that.
I am aimless when it comes to the house. I am not waiting on Alli, but I assume she has input. Why isn't she here? "EMERGENCY."
I'm thinking of calling some of her friends. I don't see why not. They should be calling me by now. Unless I am bait
3. Am I ever going to monetize a show?
Fuck no anytime soon. This whole shitshow turns a sharp angle when money is taken. Thus, no money. Donations are even a problem.
I don't want to do it for money anyway because I don't know what to even talk about. Existential sadness? The profound difference between reall and something else? I can't do it. I don't know what I would ever say to her, etc. and what can we do? I don't know.
4. Why all the hatred on you, Jackstar?
I make decisions that are often unloved, like... oh, I don't know. I really don't. It's just been hatred for months, and it wasn't so bad before. Oh, and, I have freedoms, and, I escaped Alli's clutches -- kudos -- and I can't forget T and why she hates me, and I guess it must be a big deal, and I guess all my lovers hate me now. I dont' know why. Oh, and, Alli is getting an IRS audit. She probably won't go to jail, she's gonna do my taxes. Maybe.
5. What the fuck is going on?
The Singularity happens al the time, it's not really that big a deal, but sometimes coordinated passage through it, and it won't be like going through a portal, but, kinda, like Inception, and I hope beyond words, that my friend m m will be here soon, maybe not, and I might be off this desk run, like seriously I need help, and ... K. isn't doing it, she dun busy, and KT is busy, she busy making cops shine, and wow, that's nice, I got warm again. It would seem that some key players aren't rousing from slumber at times.
This is a problem when people go to sleep for a long time. For example, I don't know how long I will sleep on my birthday, because I might as well sleep through it, I have nothing in particular going on, and, there snippiness, I can't take much more, because this is so sad.
I hope that Alli is so very happy with having dumped my ass in a hole, and I wonder who did it. I'm so safe!
I find myself unwilling to engage in proper hygiene, and, here's why: I am not motivated.
These conditions are deplorable, I've lost contact with any event horizon, and I am lost and alone.
I would assume those are being purged as no one new is around for awhile. So long story short, no new audio content for a bit.
a bit meaning ever. Also, this isn't even the name of the "new" production, which won't be much different.
but there will be some difference. I don't know how to cope with this lack of partnership, it's not what I chose.
Those of you who find the length of my writing a concern will notet the folllowing
1) starting long and finishing short will show the work growing more moderate
2) people except to see starting fast movment
3) over time the grasp of discipline will take hold
This is necessary because she made some statements that I was some drug-addled loony, and I figure the best way is cotrolled usage. So that's ths week. Happy birthday!
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This is necessary because she made some statements that I was some drug-addled loony, and I figure the best way is controlled usage. So that's this week. Happy birthday!
I don't need to make a big deal out of it, but I do like to be able to get things under control. Turns the broad I sometimes think about is maybe looking at, but I am tired of all this, it is a nightmare. I warned her about a great deal of this, but still, I don't even miss her. It's like she's an artform.
For example, I have the high ground -- the farmhouse. I can get blasted here. Ho ho ho. She has to go somewhere else, and... she has conditions. I can pretty much do whatever. I don't know what she has to do. But she has to do it while dragging ass and loathing me. It's wearisome.
And, just like that, (snap) I don't think it is going to work. For one thing, she doesn't\ really me. For another, I would rather be with someone else. Also, Grapefruit is a lying thug cop enforcer pimp whore, and she didn't treat me fairly, or at all. Also, I like the idea of just not seeing that bulllshit. She wasted me on silly errands and insults I'll never forget.
Oh, but she was good for all of you. Well, that's great, but I'll never forget her bringing over paraphernalias and telling me I'm gonna get so fucking high--like that's bad! Sigh. She had different rules.
Well, and so do I. I'm devastated by something she did, which of course, was exclusionary. I don't feel safe around her. SUBMIT.
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Do my superpowers make me look fat?
Fat? Maybe a little. But overweight? Nah.
https://youtu.be/1tTiWEzpwHg
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Fat? Maybe a little. But overweight? Nah.
https://youtu.be/1tTiWEzpwHg
Hah, good one but the correct answer to that question is:
"No, your fat makes you look fat.
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She had different rules.
Well, and so do I.
Treaty negotiations: TOWER.
Team Advantage tentpole installed. EXECUTE SUBMIT TRINKET TRILLIAN (BLANK). (This -will- work.)
I'm still not going to pump out any audio for awhile, as I do have four five months to seethe. Baby steps. Nevertheless it doesn't look like I am going anywhere soon, so staying tuned is not just a plum sniper spot; it's a security risk to do otherwise. Get comfy. Pump out your own squat, it's not like I need to listen to terrorladies all the time, I just find their proclamations of doom to be avoided soothing, as -- I already have, and if I haven't, I went to public school. This End Times shiz is scratch simple by comparison.
Miami Dice 24/7.
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Treaty negotiations: TOWER.
Two weaks. *Clasp*
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“Rabbit Kills Doctor” isn't a script, that's a headline. Mom likes it.
I don't like where this is going, but at least you'll be getting in and out fast. Here, take this ninja: it's dangerous to think you'll be going alone, when that's the last thing that's likely to happen today.
Bored now. Have fun “storming” the “castle.” /groan
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The chains on my mood swing just snapped.
RUN.
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Two weaks. *Clasp*
Someone is making it another +1. Maybe strong(black) is real. /shrug
I've already discussed this matter. I will authorize up to ELEVEN. That should really be a sufficient number for any pre-trial, uh, "readiness conferences" to take place.
A lot of this has nothing to do with anyone else. I don't think making the whole world wait for you to pick out the "right" pair of shoes is going to be something that anyone is ever going to criticize about -- look, I've already arranged for all of you to still even retain even the right to even wear shoes. AND you all get to keep voting, too! So, yeah, by all means -- a shoe closet suitable for A Baker's Cryptic Dirty Dozen sounds totesnecessary.
Like I would argue anyway. Yes, I know about the stowaway. No, I'm not G-d. No more questions. Hungarian bored now. *click*
(No wonder that guy just had them all wear Nikes and eat applesauce. I bet that was a real timesaver. *massive rolleyes*
still--I'm not really into all that kind of thing, lol
(yeah it ain't that funny a joke to laugh at, but still... kinda lol, sorry, I wasn't around for that one)
I'm touched that it's being considered, though.
HOWL/HOOT MOON/BOOM)
RUN.
*polite_cough* Hey! I have a truck. And it's raining. I'm not running with an umbrella -- I'd have to put down these scissors. Atropos would have a stroke. Just hold your horse(s). *sploooshk*
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The chains on my mood swing just snapped.
RUN.
LMFAO!!! ;D ;D ;D I'll have to remember that one. ;) ;D
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I have a truck. And it's raining. I'm not running with an umbrella -- I'd have to put down these scissors. Atropos would have a stroke. Just hold your horse(s).
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I'll have to remember...
Please do. I just swallowed my nightly lobotomy.
So, without the appropriate crib notes I'll fail the looming pop quiz miserably.
When we were little we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle-- We used to call him Tortoise.
We called him Tortoise because he taught us.
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Please do. I just swallowed my nightly lobotomy.
It won't always be like this. You always won't be a schizo, but that's okay, you know you like it.
When I wabs your age, I thought I didn't have anything to live for; and, just look at me now... I still don't have anything to look forward to, actually happy about it.
TOWER P. HALL
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Someone is making it another +1.
I just had breakfast with Bob. I've got leftovers for Raoul in this tiny styrofoam box — in an abundance of caution and no small measure of respect#, I'm not going to be *shoving* this box at anyone.
I'm listening to Azzerae explain that I am "flipping out on people more and more,” and... well, I'm not actually spending a whole Hell of a lot of time talking to pretty much anyone, so... I feel like this is quite exaggerated.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled PROGRAMMING: someladymovie. I'll reference it later.
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Please do. I just swallowed my nightly lobotomy.
So, without the appropriate crib notes I'll fail the looming pop quiz miserably.
When we were little we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle-- We used to call him Tortoise.
We called him Tortoise because he taught us.
Smooth
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Smooth
Blah blah guardians of turtle Island blah blah
Upon its back I AM the Earth.
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cry baby cry
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It won't always be like this. You always won't be a schizo, but that's okay, you know you like it.
My body is a gulag.
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Smooth
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cry baby cry
elephant trampoline telephone (FW)
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elephant trampoline telephone (FW)
I just woke up from a dream; I couldn't remember my mother's telephone number. She hasn't had a phone for seven years, and I'm running around her house, looking for a goddam telephone book.
Then some other stuff happens and I realize I can't contact her anyway, unless it's an EMERGENCY. Now, police are involved. Uh-oh. I wake up, and here it is: it's a Clash Of The Titans. Again.
So, it's a bit of a hot mess. Let me tell you about the girl who poisoned me with Mercury — she doesn't actually have to come back at all.
Of course, I could be wrong and I probably am. I'll just watch this grass grow. Stupid grass. Dumb pollen. Asshole grasshoppers. Whatever.
Smooth
You should post something cool next time, like, “quantum insertion detected.” It'll give you some gravitas. You might like it. Live a little, huh?
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My body is a gulag.
My sympathy is indeed boundless. Start passing those messages back and forth, Mr. Peanut.
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I just woke up from a dream; I couldn't remember my mother's telephone number.
I'm eating your psych eval for breakfast.
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https://youtu.be/TK27aknWVI4
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It's getting a little late for all these last minute hail Mary passes to all keep getting caught, someone's gonna start getting suspcious. Nevertheless, brakes put on, project on hold.
Kuczi vs. "The Cryin' & Whinin' Bottle & Birdbath Company Co." has a nice ring to it, sure, I'll admit: but it's still not getting me out bed.
I think someone has underestimated just how badly someone is pissed off. It's not like it's me. I'm not just, just the patsy, I'm co-operating here, and I shall continue to co-operate. Don't look at me! I'm not even wearing any pants. - MCK
p.s.: Not that I don't like pants, I just don't think they would benefit me right now. ta
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The hard part was convincing the elephant that they were not going to let Edison electrocute him afterwards. (I know I'm not convinced.)
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The hard part was convincing the elephant that they were not going to let Edison electrocute him afterwards. (I know I'm not convinced.)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1524241484047798273
I have an understanding of what all the fighting was for.
https://youtu.be/eWH_twmcOmY
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It gets me hard when people call me (Blank) now, I'm not going to lie. This cloning vat technology is fantastic on the reprogram. Recommended.
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https://youtu.be/OXrOUon_wZg
Source Error’s Punchcard From Syndrome's Edge5000
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Truth is I fucking love the secret demon inner life, my northern node is in Capricorn, and I am one badass motherfucker ...
What degree might that be?
The Runes of Ragnarock say 8.
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“Thinking of you”
Oh yeah? Think about my house. 💕⛵🥠
Thank God I'm a Qlergyman; we would all be so fucking screwed otherwise, fucking goddam lolololol
Ignorance is bliss, but so is keeping my integrity. (Somebody lied about having sex with me! WTAF?! HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EASIER, THAN FUCKING ACTUALLY FUCKING DOING IT?? Jesus fucking Christ, these goddam fucking people, holy shit.
So, I'm uncertain who is going to ask you to share me next, but — I know you can handle it.)
I'm openly stating this here... I'm not going to buy a fucking sailboat before I go to Tahoe to elope, that's for fucking goddam NUCLEAR SURE BOMB BABY SURE, fucking epic lol *click*
Hi. I'm Jack. Apparently, I'm somebodies’ Star. Well, ain't that QT. I enjoy planning ahead, executing plans, and taking long walks down the beach to the formal fireman's gallows pole; CLEARLY,
CURRENTLY;
UNDER FUCKING KHAN FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS.
(Don't worry, I ain't mad, I just let Conan borrow my keyboard and he just types that way — he's a Boss Brute too. (We can't keep him, he's a lease, yeah I asked... he's not for sale. Imagine that, holy fuck: A Man that can't be bought. Whoever heard of such a fucking thing? Land sake! I swear galoshes! I am not even close to being spent, motherfucker, how about you bring your fucking mom! and bring her fucking clicks 2?? 22? TWO TWO THREE, fucking bring it! BRING IT THE FUCK ON) Yeah, they don't just hate me for my freedoms, they hate me for my big bad big fat ass too, and my fucking friend with the big fucking guns... as well. And yeah, we got a mule too.
what FU
what ROT
WHAT ROT, FOOL? DUCK TEATS & TIME FOR TUMBLE WEED, SLICK.)
I don't feel any lamentations coming out of your end, (PROT). Good helping, Secretariat. Nice fucking work, whatever that is. Here, have some Alphabiscuits—take the whole damn box, you deserve them. (You are getting trained with something else, Rhode Island Chowhound, go on a head and pound them all right on full-on in; they ain't fattening, and, neither am I. (POETRY, WITCHJAWMAN))
Whatever is going down, I basically, fully have, /already\ tacitly approved of it. I feel great about being insulated, and maybe Conan could get tired of this, but I doubt I ever will.
Also, someone is very politely knocking on the door of my imagination; asking to come along with (PROT). Like, yeah: duh.
APPROVED. xILUT (lyas Iike your hair that way stop it don't do that here magig)
p.s.: That is a great question. Here is that question:
What degree might that be?
PM me: I would be happy to trade my digits for yours. (Leave the nail polish intact.) No, you're cool! 💪😂👍
The Runes of Ragnarock say 8.
Fab. After I get done blowing him, I'll ask the Cock Of The Rock what He says. (dibs on: AWAY)
Y'all got any more of those questions, you missed the five o'clock free-Hauer’s-answer-in-your-crack giveaway! Believe IT; know IT, planet: there -will- be another.
BUTT (IT WON'T BE ME) HEAD: “Settle down, (PROT).”
(Damn, even I don't know how it feels to be this cool. New around here, not really sure everything works — I haven't even tested this fucking massive fucking 25 lb cock, she wasn't getting this downstairs downspout yet, l ol l
Anyway, You can catch N.I.M.H./Me later. I'm pretty sure I'm about to get hammered. #Peace)
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I feel the illusionary drill bits screwing into my temple.
You know the drill.
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You know the drill.
Am I supposed to get naked before or after you hang me up? Someone here already smoked all the pages in the instruction manual.
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You know the drill.
My dad not only sharpened it, he made it. (Technically, I -could- let it sink in? I mean, sure babe, it is mostly harmless to a D.O. Being of my rank, stature, and reknown. I really -was- this cool before I got here, trust Me, He just got back from there.)
My dad (do NOT stay with me, Mike, lol, blankin' Pisces) told me before he split that he's not allowed to tell me the, I guess, actual classified title that I threw up on my subject line up there. (Ed.: Psychotronic weaponry, pre-planned post-hypnotic-suggestive-scripting, and what are three ways that good friends are driven apart to separate embassies and had ultraechosonic sharks with Light Amplification by Stimulated Emmissions of Radiation POINTED AT HER ACTUAL HEAD, like, cool trick, yo. You can buff that out, right? No? Oh, well--I CAN. Don't even have to flex. Call me Two-Timing Sunshine Shinereyes Jaw Captain, I mean, if you -want-, lol) I've been hanging out here making an ass of myself for long enough, right? I would say so. Tired. This isn't tedious at all, no, I blankin' love it. But you know what?
I am going back to 'fuck.' It pretty much is what I came for, my dad approves, her dad approves, HER OTHER DAD approves, and, honest to God, my hand to God: I have no idea who they were or what there names are now, but I guarantee you I can pick all three (3) trees out of a forest if you lined up a satellite shot from Lagrange Point 5 (Five). One does hope that this is not, strictly speaking, necessary. In the morning, sure. But only if I don't have to wear any pants, like now. Rawr.
Oh, yeah, and Mike says that he speaks in code, because there's lots of places where people speak that way, and he thinks he's speaking English. And, he actually is speaking it... the way he learned it at whatever place he was at when he learned it. Sounds to me, like the kid got around some. Fancy that. That shiz -does- happen.
Tnow, Ti Tdon'tT like Treplacing Tthe Tshiz Twith Tthe Tt Tin Tthe Tz, Tso... Tnot Tgonna Tdo Tthat Tone. TSomeone T-Tis- Trequesting TthisT, Thowever, Tso TI Ttotescompletely[/i] Ttoteshappily Ttotesjoyously Ttotesalmosttotallycomplying. TTotesorta. TTotesmikET. Really? tHIS tFUCKING tG*Y.
I think We -can- do better. TOTESMITE.
p.s.: (Your) Dad says some kind of spooky greeting involving spiders and a hare. I won't lie. That is really cute and romantic, but it's apparently not supposed to mean that, so it blew up on impact on my shields. (MY SHIELD IS MY JOB, AND THE WAGES ARE SUCCULENT.). No message for you this time. Sowwy. Nextim!
K.S.M.: Dude.
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That is simply what happens with Taurus in Venus.
The Venus in the 9th House person is eccentric, imaginative and extravagant, and stays loyal to loved ones.
They are dreamers with a high idealism and strong artistic abilities. They can’t help but be attracted to luxury and beautiful surroundings.
They possess good taste and may have an eye for the dramatic. Their goal is to seek pleasure and gratification, especially through romance where beauty is the prize.
You have a great deal of enthusiasm for sharing with others your vision of what the world could be if we all lived according to our highest ideals.
Venus in 9th House people are sensitive observers, they are empaths who may have difficulties restraining their responses to feedback, criticism or the emotions of others.
They carry life’s tragedies and triumphs within themselves and take them personally, feeling that every bad thing that happens is directed at them.
They fear rejection from those in authority and can be submissive, which drives them to become hyper-obedient.
They are vivacious and charming, with a gift for speaking eloquently and passionately about an ideal or interest that can capture the attention of others.
The Venus in 9th House man is in love with beauty, art, the occult. He is interested in mastery of magical arts and sometimes wants to communicate with the higher spiritual powers.
He is very intuitive and good at unusual relationships. He is not afraid of changes and likes a wide circle of friends.
Venus in 9th house denotes a man who is sensitive to others and is greatly influenced by his surroundings. He’s an artistic person, who can mold his skills according to the demand of his career.
The Venus in the 9th House man has artistic and inquisitive nature. The person can be described as a dreamer or escapist, who likes to spend much of his time traveling, dreaming and fantasizing.
This man fantasizes a lot about adventures in life and relationships, but few of them actually come true for him.
They also have a strong desire for fame. They are usually creative and they like to socialize with famous or successful people.
The man with Venus in 9th house will be someone who has strong commitments to group activity or duty which are often associated with the attainment of status or recognition.
These natives possess great ardor and devotion to their romantic partner. They are capable of intense emotions and lavish expressions of affection.
They usually tend to exaggerate their own success. They are always eager to hear praises and compliments, and sometimes this becomes their biggest weakness – vanity.
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I want you in my Venus.
I only do Uranus. *click*
(Ed.: Well, I thought it was funny. What? Give blood now? Hang on, I have to dispatch this delivery rocket to actual Uranus, says here on the cargo manifest: "Calcified surplus mathematical textbooks. 5G Ready-Enabled. Some assembly required." Sure, of course, it reads like stereo instructions... you've got two Uranuses in your world, don't you? Hahah, you only think that's a (blank) planet.)
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Oh, yeah, and Mike says that he speaks in code, because
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K.S.M.: Dude.
Hey, if you have a (blank) there who keeps whining about getting bullied for his lunch money, give him forty bucks, beat the shit out of him -again-, take back the money, tell him I will pay him back later and then go get her brother, let him get a whole shitload of kicks and kex in, I mean, POUR THAT SHIT IN LIKE YOU ARE HAM TYLER, HOLY FUCK, and then bring him DIRECTLY TO ME. (Not Ham, you know who I mean, but if you can swing around and get Ham + the other white Mike (actual favorite Mike rn), fuck yeah, 'Murica! Do that too. Hwt.
DO NOT PASS GO.
DO NOT PASS GAS.
DO NOT SASSAFRAS ME, YOU DUMP TRUCK DUMPSTER DIVING MOTHERFUCKER.
GOOD FOR NOW.
THANKS>CYL
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Yeah, I'll talk about it. (“Pull it.”) I'm going to need a moment alone with my boys, girls, fucking a lucky fucking mom (1) or two (2). Holy Shit.
Hi, I'm Jack. I've been using this name for quite a while and I'm actually getting sick of it. However, I don't think “Mikestar” sounds very good. What would that even mean? Like, a star for Mike? I don't understand. Oh, I see it now. A microphone. For a star. Well, that might seem kind of useful but it does seem kind of objectifying to my character, and I'm not really a star here on that microphone like that I mean, I guess I'm kind of okay maybe but I've got a long way to go before I'm willing to say that I could tap into shoes like that of say Larry King or... yeah, Rush Limbaugh, but he's dead. So sad. And, I didn't like him anyway. Toteseven, totessadder.
Another thing about it, I think I'm going to save “Mikestar” for future use, one day when MV is blowing me. That's probably going to happen. I don't know why he would, and at this point, what difference does it even make if anybody ever does it again or not at all. Once was enough, I don't know why I would want anyone to anyway, and twice was really pushing it. (Thanks, Babe) But what the fuck does whatever I might happen to desire, have to do with anything at all anymore? Frankly, I can't believe I haven't yet been tied down, Boy, and had my fucking kangaroo tied down there with me and Maxwell’s silver hammer just to make it happen with a thumping beat yet. (Boot to the head portside anchor shaft.) It was probably supposed to happen last year but, I dodged a lot of chain link lassos in my time, I haven't quite been caught up in The Sweet Life just yet.
Odds are pretty good, this is coming:
Fifteen Forevers Fromforthwith Jackstar
Obviously “3FJ” is a great acronym for branding. Not sure I can relate that to “KU3” without feeling like a cross between an otaku and a KMFDM roadie.
Either of the pair might be my new cover story next week for all I fucking know. You think they tell me anything? NO THEY DON'T. And this whole fucking thing is just completely off the fucking charts. Oh, wait, this whole blanky thing is just completely off the blanking charts. Yeah, come on, you know, this isn't going to work.
Psychic decoy, sidekick butler, & a War Master of The Han Dynasty, brought forward in time, so my mommy's lawyer could hire hire him to organize my luggage. Look, I'm going to need a partner, period. If for no other reason, than that I refuse to throw these carrots out of the fridge myself, like seriously: let the rabbits wear glasses.
I ain't lifting so much as a goddam finger around this place. Period. Not that I don't want to, I would actually enjoy that, or rather, I would have enjoyed that, if I had not had my taste for the place somewhat rent asunder when I saw it become a living diorama/crime scene/totally haunted ancient ancestor burial ground, with attached abandoned gold & silver mine.
Like, damn. I wonder how nice the other ones are! Well, you know me: you know how I am: if I get anywhere near within 500 ft of Reese Witherspoon’s fanciest & most favored tulpa, that's it, hit the bricks, sit your self down right there, that's all she wrote: no second chances.
That's what she wrote. (She can write? What? Like with a pencil? Maybe she has people for that now... and I don't see Any People here, so, they all got to be somewhere. Frantically and frenetically filling out more and more pages of forms. I can just imagine it... and when it comes to Grapefruit’s correspondence, I have to use my imagination. I don't think she's had a conversation with me that made any sense or gained any traction since well before Doom Wednesday), so for my own part, this is what I wrote: “I'm waiting for the new leads. *click*”
I mean it, too. Like, what was it, that was supposed to be my sense of urgency here? Whatever it was, it has faded, and now I am full to bursting with happiness, a mindful awareness of my immediate surroundings that does not bring about heart palpitations or burst eardrums, and Mrs. Paul.
At present bottom line is it's so much has happened and enough of what I haven't told to the world is so well put together and revolves and involves so many other people that there is really no way to continue to make reportable updates about my life and its environs in the way that I have up until very recently. I've no wish to embarrass anyone, I don't seek to break any laws, and that's... well, helpless.
I'm thinking of calling up phone sex lines and piping the audio back through my computer to record me talking to strange women, while giving them money, and then playing that as my podcast because it's really the same thing except... I don't know, actually. I'll have to try it and find out to see what is different about— wait, wait. I can't do that, that's ridiculous. For one thing, I don't want to have phone sex, and for another, I've been led to believe phone sex is expensive.
So I was thinking about just going to get some coke and whores, turn on the recorder, and let it rip. Undecided.
I can do anything, anything at all... and somehow, somebody took away every single person in the entire world that I was supposed to do things with, leaving me with none. No people I was supposed to do things with, anyway.
So it looks like I'll spending most of my time alone, still, & I wouldn't want to get in trouble by spending time with people I wasn't supposed to spend time with.
Oh, one (1) more thing: I can't leave the State. This dramatically alters The Sourceror's plans. If I can't leave the State, then I can't leave the House. And, if I can't leave the House, well I reckon, I guess, I'll just... have to burn it all down.
Got a light?
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I've been using this name for quite a while and I'm actually getting sick of it.
It's trash. The new name is already on the ash heap. Damn. Now I'll never be able to be creative again.
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Hi. I'm Jack. Apparently, I'm somebodies’ Star. Well, ain't that QT. I enjoy planning ahead, executing plans, and taking long walks down the beach to the....
Be ready for the next Full Moon ✨
~Threeve
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https://youtube.com/shorts/DXqlTyvVkQg?feature=share
Be ready for the next Full Moon ✨
~Threeve
*gently delivers a coffin filled with rose petals*
We sent your car over the moon and watched it explode. Here's your flowers.
Be ready for the next cow.
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We sent your car over the moon
I just had to check yeah that isn't cat that's car they sent the car. I doubt it was a Tesla.
Yes I'm fine, no I'm not angry, no I'm not pissed, I'm quite jovial, you people are really abused aren't you?
That really is a crying tragic shame, no doubt why special needs all over the place in this fucking rock I'm not here to hurry it so quit fucking blaming me for shit asshole, yeah we know nothing comes out of you except fucking wine and roses.
I'm at a loss to explain how fucking tedious all this is to me, so I'll fucking get to it later bye
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this fucking rock I'm not here to hurry it so quit fucking blaming me for shit asshole
Note that this was noted and We thank you.
I'm at a loss to explain how fucking tedious all this is to me, so I'll fucking get to it later bye
Reminder: I had told you that I had Mastered this, correct? Well, now you know, and if you can't tell, fucking my two boys can, that's for sure "boom*
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https://youtube.com/shorts/DXqlTyvVkQg?feature=share
*gently delivers a coffin filled with rose petals*
We sent your car over the moon and watched it explode. Here's your flowers.
Be ready for the next cow.
Thanks, DICK
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Thanks, DICK
Hey, have you seen my first born child anywhere? Any time, any when, any Kuczi scion, any at all, in all of Creation?
The answer better be "NO" or the economic catastrophe that will befall your world, the surface world, I'm saying, just in terms of the blowback, would be, shall we say, persuasive.
Now, meanwhile... my name isn't DICK, that's Richard, A.K.A. "Dickstar." Further, you and I aren't that kind of item, I enjoy our platonic bond of mutual respect, and... well, it looks here like that isn't the case for you anymore.
Do you wanna run around and scream to make me think that I should put my (blank) in your (blank), or, did you have something else in mind? I'm all ears. How about you get back to ignoring my questions? That way, you'll feel better when you find everyone else ignoring yours.
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Hey, have you seen my first born child anywhere? Any time, any when, any Kuczi scion, any at all, in all of Creation?
Well I know that I've seen one of them, and the other one, has a past shrouded in international mystery, intrigue, and the one I came in with just took off with the one she wanted to rescue and I Godlet/passallow/Tolledhim 3to do whatever he wanted with her and she with him... because in the cases of these kind of spiritually corruptive events, it's best that they'll just let it work itself out between themselves, and then snatch them back when the infection is cleared. Any of you out there who don't trust God—you don't trust God? really? That's, that's a new one, wow. Just wow. Yeah I've never heard that before. I wonder do you think it's slowing Him down any? Waiting on all you to figure out what's going on, isn't what I came here to do, and by this point someone is going to have a long slow conversation with the bathtub in a Bible pretty soon I think. (Anything you're feeling... is it a sting, yet big boy? Cue the entertaining music to play while you suffer the consequences. Yeah big time. I don't know I'm not in charge of that. Well you are spiritually corrupt and a complete baby and absolutely not responsible for your actions so you're probably not going to ever see the day of the delighted day again, but I don't think they're going to convict you now, they don't know what they're going to do with you and they're trying to find what what the hell they're going to do with Anthony and I don't know what the hell to do with Anthony I've been staring at them puzzly for 3 years but hopefully you two won't get any more goddam Coors Light, like you think you need more yeast and hops, or what?)
And definitely those two are authorized to snatch those other two up—themselves. teehee! I'm not going to lie it's going to get ugly I would hate to see it, but you probably got to stream on it right now don't you fucking Looking Glass you know that's a fucking cool place to work isn't it? Well for me never once I could start now and we would have to blow things up cuz I already blew up that one and this is a new one you can't even tell. I'm actually that good at putting things back together after I blow him up if I've been you know authorized but I'm not right now I'm just a human with a vibrating belly button for a Time circuit that's pretty cool, but not right now I'm not at super quantum level. Don't even know how I would get there actually every time I've been there it's always because I was authorized by God it's kind of how the paladin thing works.
Hey that's a great question for the audience couple people would think of that themselves I actually don't know if I'm allowed to fuck here I'll have to check I might have to get a waiver signed I wish I were kidding ladies but I might check I don't know if I'm married or not I got to check the seats I just got here.
Grapefruit let a vampire steal all my rings, so I don't know what the fuck happened to him but they weren't here when I got here and I got The (11) One (11) Ring so it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you call it. It's mine. I made it. (I MADE THIS GREAT WORK COMPLETE.) I recognized it. I found it, where I needed it, when I wanted it, and she could have taken it, and she didn't, and there was a bunch of stuff left here that I didn't need and there was a bunch of stuff left here that I did need and obviously somebody didn't know what the fuck to do after fucking vampires start bursting into the flames of fiery retribution, right? Yeah I wasn't here to see all that but I did fucking see this place wow what a fucking mess. And all that wood burned for cover very impressive. I would barely believe that this was another Dr.... Mountain Seaden-atta-Rock. Very approved very very approved slam.
Okay that's one milestone goal reached today, got a name for the house -and- the farm. Apparently there was some kind of issue, and now it's resolved. If I have to tell you to pray you should pray more I'll tell you that.
apparently that's right and grapefruit ran off with their own ships and they're not coming back cuz they're mad
Well, I bet they are. Nevertheless they're not mad at me, I'm pretty sure they're going to be back to see me in one form or another and I'm pretty happy about the form of men that's the one somebody wanted he's not going to worry about not getting to fuck me if you got the fuck her for the last thousand years and then the other guy who wanted to get her instead of him well I guess he should have fucking thought that thing through coz like what did he do? Well, let me put it this way, he would prefer that I not mention it. So I won't! I also won't let him travel forward in time and rape them and shit but whatever, I think it should go without saying that I'm not going to let David rubini use time travel to rape. And I'm not going to use time travel to rape anybody myself. And the fact that I have to say his name at all is prima facie evidence that he and I have been abused so case dismissed. Slam see that's not that hard is it anybody did you get if they know what the fuck is going on that's why they pick me cuz generally I'm the smartest guy in your fucking planet usually not always but fucking today I am that's for sure, and boy I was smart last year too wasn't I yeah thanks for your help I got to go cry in the shower now not really I don't have to at all I'm fine.
I really miss the person who really misses me though so if you could fucking give her a car or something that would be great. You would also be great if you can't give her a car because you know there's a bunch of people who missed me I don't even know who I miss but I know that I'm distracted and very vulnerable. The certain kinds of situations that I'm not vulnerable to include everything in the world except 13-year-old teenage girls who want to look older and Prettier for their Prime Paladin, and boy let me tell you am I glad that I have briefly been married to Gregory prime before so I can say that I'm not grapefruit prime or prime paladin unless she says so, so... Under pain of exquisite death I am not allowed to reveal the identity of prime paladin, although I guess if you've only got one around it's probably a pretty good guess, but nevertheless I don't know who it is I really don't know who it is I'm not lying I don't think so well I know I know I don't know if I could guess and it might be right but I don't know for certain and I don't know who grapefruit alpha is married to in your planet but I do know that God there's a/HER cat, I love you I love you baby I love you I miss you and I bet that ladybabyjudge likes me now back on that other planet, maybe she's on this planet? I don't know, I met her on PLANET ZOOM, lol #RespecT (no that's not Russia Today, and no it's not time court it's not time core it's the actual TIME CORPS. Yeah you might not have heard of them yet I don't know what to tell you but they've been around for a while. No, I don't believe I'm a Paladin of the Time Corps, but that would be cool, but I AM a PALADIN. How else does one explain all these fucking cats? And obviously I'm neutral in your current conflict cuz I just got here or else I'm "somehow neutral matter/anti-matter polarity how could that be possible?" (well, I really am that fucking pretty) or else I've got Shields. Psycho Shields. Quesk ka say? Ka! Ka! Purrrrt! Scheels run by an actual psycho apparently who's about 19 hot as fuck really glad that I rescued her that sounds good I wonder who that might be. :)
It'll be up to the scientists on each of each other's Raised, B-Raised, & Re-Inspected three (3) worlds to determine that ...
... Look do you remember the tower battle? No. Do you remember the Tower of Babel? Okay so you've heard of it but you weren't there okay me too and I wasn't either and what y'all just fucking did was exactly like that you set the progress of your respective world's back like a thousand years you fucking morons and you didn't get nothing fucking done like you thought you were going to.
And your girlfriend's feelings. she's not happy about it I'm going to have to fucking rub her feet and wash her back with my tongue for weeks which is fine I was planning on doing that anyway but now I'm going to do it with promise instead of feeling. This is not how I had planned to spend my summer. That's way more important than that copy of Earth you just made with half of his fucking surface seared off now it's boiling into the ocean and sitting off magma explosions that go into space that's not my problem my problem is my girlfriend's going to be cranky when I find her, believe me it's a much bigger fucking deal. Yeah to you too and to me I see how it's different from your perspective. That is too bad that is too bad. And it's too bad that you did that because I didn't. And I don't know what you did but I know that I completed The Great Work and then became The Holy Trinity (O. Ian Punnet is going to fucking LOVE that part, epic lol, oh great wonderful “heresy anybody?” I got a whole bag right here I'm actually half a bag, no I'm not talking about my scrot I mean... Never mind) very briefly, Tb2God-who apparently claims responsibility for implanting the time circuits in my tummy, and if anybody could do that, it'd be a Navy Doc working on a Hungarian Ghoulaship while wearing gloves n galoshes for the land'sake -or- God (I'm being asked to keep it a secret which is which) and then moved from place to place and then moved back because there's a rubber band effect and then DodgeD that planet killing missile (actual weapon classified, actual defense: dodgeball, double delightful with not a single Sourceror sadden tu-tu-too-5oon-TREE, nor nary a single broken dish) and let's all move forward from here with our lives how about that let's just forget about it move on?
Hey we're taking a vote/pill/poll apparently well more than 88% of you are very upset about the idea of just forgetting about it so... I'm sure this will be working out fine in coming days. Just like those people who just took their pills with a totally different digestive system, so we're fine. I mean there's nobody to take pills here. Whatever I lost a threat I got to go.
The Trimuvirate of Power has been reprogrammed, and has left Me behind with My Love. This is perfect for me, I don't know if it's good for you out there, but this is perfect for me this is the most possibly best outcome and I got time circuits in my tummy I don't give a fuck if you believe me that's even better if you don't. She can check when she gets here which will be, I'm not sure when, but at least she exists now, whereas before she was a fucking myth.
And I have INCINERATORATED our enemies. That means there's not even any cinders left. Now that's not just from a hot fire that comes from technology combined with combustion and the will to burn some motherfuckers down till they are fucking nothing left but beyond fucking dust.
And that's what happens when you trifle with The Hungarian Navy you get it? you got it ?yeah you do? good. Now I know what you're saying it's just so unlikely that Paladin would be an actual rank in the US Navy and you're right I don't think it is and I'm not sure which one I'm in but it doesn't matter because I'm a paladin I don't give a fuck what fucking rank you give me I know what rank I am. Not sure about what rank these cats are. Oh they're definitely not hallucinatory rank, and I'm definitely not threat rank there's a little weirded out too yeah I've never been surrounded by cats that nobody else could see before it's got a nice coziness to the room. I'm not sure if they're going to stick around actually I think it's being determined.
Okay okay I love you I'll post later bye yeah podcast sure oh that reminds me Angie and David will be 50 bucks it could be 25-25 it can be 45 5 but I'm owed 50 bucks you get it that's right I love that movie too bye
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VIRGO ♍️ U HURT THEIR FEELINGS VIRGO!! JUST REMAIN SILENT & CLEAN UR HOME.. THEY’LL LET IT GO
Tarot Terrorladies becoming increasingly uppity with their dumb advice, and their stupid wisdom, and their low-vibe unwillingness acknowledge that, hey, you know what? Someone is being driven into a poor set of decisions... and now, that I've done my due dillegence, Spirit is free to interpose its' will on all concerned.
Especially... bad actors. Now, check it out! Slanderette #1 wants email contact. She's been waiting since last night. So instead of replying to her silly, insipid, inane... and toteswelcomed with totesecstaticjoy for the tremendous event that it was... THE SURRENDER OF THE RAM TO THE HART BY ORDERS OF THE WOLF IS AT HAND.
*adjusts* *coughs* So. I'm of mixed feelings about this. I ignored it for hours before I saw it, and then I went to reply, and then... uh I forgot. I did post her name here (yeah, she can sue me, with both (2) lawyers, roflmao), and I did announce that Metron handed down his old battleangel suit to her (INTRODUCING: GOLIATHAN) and so... I'm excpected to believe I'm supposed to jump for joy and call a person... who emailed me, after I said, "just call next time, Christ" and then I immediately post her a gift--does she even know what an appreciation would entail? Pfft, like I'm concerned--and then I'm.. uh, no one else wants to talk to me. Oh boy. I'm so lonely. I should leap at this chance.
Q is a sad trombone. Someone call The Piper. God, that was ridiculous. "ooh! ooh! Jack! Jack! time to paaaay... you owwweeee..." Oh for the love of the living Christ. Like I don't pay enough. Like I am in arears. With whom? Whom? Someone's frickin' mother? lol.
Face it, fascists. You're fucking done. I'm gonna grind your bones to make bread in the future, take it back to the past and serve it straight fried in a pan with greasy eggs and back to the whole damn crew, then go forward in time and offer the greasy, sullied pan to the surviving members to lick it up. They will, of course, all refuse--I can certainly pull off a reverse mageforce with a frying pan, no sweat, they'll think it their own idea to refuse, and then! AND THEN! I deliver my essence to the still-warm pan, let it briefly, lightly, yet with immense neuance, -congeal- around the little bits of egg and bacon and thick, heavy oil... and then I'll lick it out all by myself, I will scrub that whole goddam pan with the sloppiest tongue my jawbone can produce at the time... I'm gonna be channelling St. Bernard for this.
And by this I mean: lick it up like a big sloppy dog with a barrel of liquor hung around it's neck, and when anyone looks at me cross-eyed, I will simply say: "The Spirits have commanded me to without my essence from those unclean. and you... you, I have taken your measure! AND I DECLARE YOU.... FILTHY! MY ADJUDICATION IS FINAL!!!
5LAM5"
So, I've decide that I'm going to start collecting gavels. Wooden gavels, marble gavel, petrified wood gavels, little miniature non-functional replica gavels with little duckies and bunnies laser engraved onto the handle--BOTH (2) SIDES!!!! And Mrs. Paul's skull. No! Not the real thing, I was gonna leave that for someone who really lubbs her. Me, I could probably content with a replica. But really, I'd have to ask her, and at this point... what difference would making that kind of commitment even make?
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VIRGO ♍️ U HURT THEIR FEELINGS VIRGO!! JUST REMAIN SILENT & CLEAN UR HOME.. THEY’LL LET IT GO
Tarot Terrorladies becoming increasingly uppity with their dumb advice, and their stupid wisdom, and their low-vibe unwillingness acknowledge that, hey, you know what? Someone is being driven into a poor set of decisions... and now, that I've done my due dillegence, Spirit is free to interpose its' will on all concerned.
Especially... bad actors. Now, check it out! Slanderette #1 wants email contact. She's been waiting since last night. So instead of replying to her silly, insipid, inane... and toteswelcomed with totesecstaticjoy for the tremendous event that it was... THE SURRENDER OF THE RAM TO THE HART BY ORDERS OF THE WOLF IS AT HAND.
*adjusts* *coughs* So. I'm of mixed feelings about this. I ignored it for hours before I saw it, and then I went to reply, and then... uh I forgot. I did post her name here (yeah, she can sue me, with both (2) lawyers, roflmao), and I did announce that Metron handed down his old battleangel suit to her (INTRODUCING: GOLIATHAN) and so... I'm excepted to believe I'm supposed to jump for joy and call a person... who emailed me, after I said, "just call next time, Christ" and then I immediately post her a gift--does she even know what an appreciation would entail? Pfft, like I'm concerned--and then I'm.. uh, no one else wants to talk to me. Oh boy. I'm so lonely. I should leap at this chance.
Q is a sad trombone. Someone call The Piper. God, that was ridiculous. "ooh! ooh! Jack! Jack! time to paaaay... you owwweeee..." Oh for the love of the living Christ. Like I don't pay enough. Like I am in arears. With whom? Whom? Someone's frickin' mother? lol.
Face it, fascists. You're fucking done. I'm gonna grind your bones to make bread in the future, take it back to the past and serve it straight fried in a pan with greasy eggs and back to the whole damn crew, then go forward in time and offer the greasy, sullied pan to the surviving members to lick it up. They will, of course, all refuse--I can certainly pull off a reverse mageforce with a frying pan, no sweat, they'll think it their own idea to refuse, and then! AND THEN! I deliver my essence to the still-warm pan, let it briefly, lightly, yet with immense nuance, -congeal- around the little bits of egg and bacon and thick, heavy oil... and then I'll lick it out all by myself, I will scrub that whole goddam pan with the sloppiest tongue my jawbone can produce at the time... I'm gonna be channelling St. Bernard for this.
And by this I mean: lick it up like a big sloppy dog with a barrel of liquor hung around it's neck, and when anyone looks at me cross-eyed, I will simply say: "The Spirits have commanded me to without my essence from those unclean. and you... you, I have taken your measure! AND I DECLARE YOU.... FILTHY! MY ADJUDICATION IS FINAL!!!
5LAM5"
So, I've decide that I'm going to start collecting gavels. Wooden gavels, marble gavel, petrified wood gavels, little miniature non-functional replica gavels with little duckies and bunnies laser engraved onto the handle--BOTH (2) SIDES!!!!--and Mrs. Paul's skull. No! Not the real thing, I was gonna leave that for someone who really lubbs her. Me, I could probably content with a replica. But really, I'd have to ask her, and at this point... what difference would making that kind of commitment even make?
I'm going to get down and break it down and really put myself into a space, where I could have all these needles... but instead, I will choose to eschew the forbidden technology!! Not because it is hard... BUT BECAUSE IT IS EASY. FOR ME.
oh shits, I just remembered Hayzell. roflmao. You'd think, after enduring the nightmarish hell of being forced--FORCED! I WAS COERCED BY SOCIAL MORES AND FOLKWAYS--of having sex with at least, oh, maybe somewhere between 4-7 different women, rotating on some weird schedule... it was probably something like the rotating of the shield harmonic frequencies, like on Star Trek. When the Borg come in? (That's what it used to be like when her mother walked into the kitchen. Except for me... I actually loved her, and so resistance was not futile... it was sultry.) Lots of strange interactions with my psychokinetic shielding and a cannibalistic wholy-humanoid holy-native krypto-jew partially -underground dwellin'/squattin' basket of assorted citrus fruits, and while I do not know the technology employed that allowed separate, individuals to some how... fold Space, in order to harvest and share my essence amongst several no doubt eternally thirsty warmaidens, if I did, i wouldn't breathe a fuckin' word to anyone about it, honestly. I don't have any compulsion to break open all the worlds' secrets. Certainly not theirs.
I can see why they must have thought full consumption of my whole self -and- my research corpus would be the only Final Solution available. They're clearly being dominated by an Overwatch Opfor, that sought a PERMANENT END TO THE KUCZI DYANSTY, and decisions about the dispersion of My Self was taken upon themselves by... who? Who?? and... was it... was it done legally???
So, I'm uncertain which absurdist comedy directed by Woody Allen I should sit down and watch while masturbating myself to death with yet. I'm thinking something black & white--not for the gravitas, but to camouflage the undoubtedly floor-to-ceiling-wide massive rolleyes spray, which... oh, damn.
Drat. I almost had it. I was thinking about how long it's been since I dosed myself--it was outrageous, those of you on the (Binkini) pay-per-minute stream probably have the sound clip bookmarked, and by all means, make it a ringtone, by all means, do it with a blessing--and I started imaging the closing of my fist, not into a weapon of violence (pussy FIST), but then, I thought about how I'm really just compensating for something here.
Kinda just want a hug. Or, like, someone I could listen to, for hours. Like maybe, I could take notes? Pretty-pretty, not gonna lie, pretty goddam tired of being in a single, committed relationship with an actual padded cell that's been empty but for cardboard cutouts, in truth, for at least 8 months? 9? I don't don't remember when I saw Prime/Alpha/OmegaSupreme last, but it was a sad time. I don't know if she even knew who she was at the time, she had to go off to some doctor's appointment, and she was cryin', which made little sense to me. Was that the she that went to "counseling" after coming back from Amway City, and was telling a story to them that didn't not once, NOT EVER, include the name "Kuczi"? lol, like, she comes back, she says, "I gotta do all this alone!!!! Get your own counselor, Jack!" then she goes hangs out with a bunch of other people, other friends I've never met and never heard about until I find out that she's being put to tell multiple stories involving multiple locations, participants, and versions of narrative. Then I explain that I have noticed these inconsistencies, and I do that again, out loud, while she's taking a call from psychologist who, suddenly faced with the additional existence of another voice on the phone in the background, "Hi! Oh, Allison has an appointment with you, is that so? Hi, so I was just wondering, Im her boyfriend, she has asserted to me, and her Sourceror Nigger Husband, she asserted to me, and say, hey by the way... DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SPELL MY NAME? WELL DO YOU? DO YOU, DOC? DO YOU FEEL LUCKY? HOW ABOUT WE TRY TO ALL SPELL IT TOGETHER! HEY CHEERLEADER, WHY DON'T YOU START? Oh, I know why, you forgot your pom-poms! Don't worry, I brought you a two (2) sets of spare tool! See, look! I got BOTH (2) colors! (BLUE AND RED) & (ROYAL FUCKING PURPLE)!!!! 5bam5
p.s. (Is this offensive to anyone? I legitimately have no idea. Christ knows, I'm not faking the laughter. Does anybody here remember laughter? I sure do, I remember him laughing at me, and hanging up on me. And I remember like 1.5 weeks later, he's calling up, begging to get her on the phone, and in spite of the irony --delish-- because there is no reason to make any assumptions whatsoever, my appreciation of the nuance is somewhat lacking. But, that's okay. I'm not -in- recovery, I am -out & through0
p.p.s. How come when she was getting fuckin blasted on dope all the time, barely any of you spoke anything against it, but suddenly... supposedly I'm all over it, and have a -real- problem, huh? Yeah... y'all sure abou that one, Dr. Drew Pinsky-Pinko Commie totesdorbs How Much Are Those Gangstalkers In The Windows? Maybe someone has some time to check.
p.p.p.s.: Yes, this situation was this funny to me the whole time, except for the parts that weren't funny at all. It's interesting to note, that if I had engaged in a liason with another person while she was gone, oh, whatever she did down there, -that- would have been okay, I guess. I don't. There were multiple who went, after all, and I'm not sure if anyone is aware of this, but, sunlight is the best disinfectant. Except maybe for bleach on an open wound suddenly teeming with insta-grow flesh-eating bugs boiling out of her flesh from the etheric plane. I hear that worked pretty well. We called the scar: The Eye Of Sauron.
I thought: "Hrm, that's strange. Grapefruit never engages in risky IV recreational psychoactive substance use when I'm around. Maybe there's something going on here that I should do something about. Well, I'm staring right at here; does she really think I'm susceptible to that mindwipe spell she thinks I don't know she can do? Fascinating. Okay, I'll just stare blankly until The Fruit of Sauron loses interest in me as a potential threat, and goes back to thinking I have no idea that she is as gay as a blue ribbon winner in the Gayest Day In May, Some Day That's Pretty Gay Parade, when, of course, wow, is she really gonna just expect me to call her out on these obvious red flags? Well, that seem insensitive. I'll just remain neutral and remain in a place of non-action and quiet, calm, acceptance of things that I cannot change... and wait for the moment to prime The Heir Strike."
I would like to point out: I -did- ensure that she stayed alive. At least I think so. There's only so much I can do while being ruthlessly cut off from all lines of communication with absolutely everyone I know, and thats' not veyr many, but, oh well! This is quite the adventure. Besides! Wow! Look at that body! Walking away like she actually, really did just wipe my memory of what we just saw! Huh! These shields are pretty impressive. I bet these are gonna come in handy a lot more often from now on... since I have obviously just been given a demonstration of significant potency and righteous power. Hey, should I tell the whole rest of her family about what I've just learned? Well... I'll consider it.
I think I'm done considering. Every word of this is true. So, let me ask you this: do I love her? And... is it legal? haahhah lololol This about cripples me, should I become a Jehovah's Witness or something? I'm confused about which Elder God from the C'Thullu Mythos I need to be concerned about having my soul swallowed by next.
Consider the power of being utterly, and completely happy about absolutely -whatever- decision comes next. That's where I am.
Honestly, not real surprised to learn that the Natives are restless. I wonder, did they run around and mindwipe everyone who knew about I was abused the year before for that cycle? Maybe there was a cascade resonance failure from too many paradoxical pair-of-docs showing up with names like KUCZI and... you know what? I don't even know how much paper there ever really was! I saw one (1) .pdf... numbered pages 1-14 or something... and all but four of them were completely gone, and there was basically nothing of use.
So the whole "fleeing for the hills to reset" and "Jack shut up we need more time to circle the wagons!!!" seems -kinda- sensible, right? But honestly, it's pretty inane to even hold these charges over my head. Honestly, I could be more effective of a human being of my homeworld and a member of local society... if I had perhaps not been spectacularly cast off in a hail Mary noseplant catastrophe, that somehow... I was supposed to have earned for myself. "You're goin to jail, Jack! you refuse to go along with my completely fabricated drama constructs, AND you don't even have the common decency to be angry about it! How dare you! How dare you fail to exhibit any indication that my thuggy biggy piggy blackops extortion family--now with new! new! (old/older) TWO (2) Secret Husbands, Each with New Kung Fu Rot swivel action grip!--has scared you or fooled you or played you for a sucker, for even a single new york hot minute! (Oh hi Anthony, see you at the water cooler tomorrow at 8.1pm, we'll do bumpysticks together.) Jack, stop eavesdropping! How rude! Now, I demand answers. (*stamps feet in coded staccato rhythm meant to signal the bomb package that was installed laparoscopically that is now time to cast out the White Devil, from the scrote blown up on out*) I am not seeing the kind of panick, fear-stricken terror on your face that I have come to expect when I start snarling at you when there are no witness around! I demand cringing! I demand compliance! Are you aware that you are acting like you never ever fell for a single word of my self-deception, and you've just been watching me stride about my environment like a wildly out-of-control relapsing sexual assault victim that thinks she's totally selling it, while everyone around me lets me tottle off to a nightmare, because they think, it'll be worth it because, oh yeah, we're talking that house and all your money! Are you really showing the never to act that way???"
"I am still thinking it over. You know what? Maybe I'm ready for Hillary" How anyone could think I secretly hate anyone here is mystifying ton me. I'm non-judgemental, no vengeful required, she obviously wanted me to pretend like I had -no idea- she was as bisexual (or, whatever) as she wanted to be, and so.. I did! Had a great time, +2, would dedicate life to again... uhm, I think she needs more time in the healing vat, though, and I am still mystified how this UC enforcement totalretards haven't called me up and started some hot-n-fresh apologies, like, every fuckin' day, from five o'clock in the morning, to seven o'clock at night!
Seriously, does this look like I'm mad? Hell no, I love her right now. I understand she has a lot of egg on her face (hehee) but , you know, that happens in these situations. What am I supposed to be mad about? taking my house? She didn't. Trying to take the house?T that wasn't her, that was her thug goverment pirate criminal thug reprobates. They aren't "Agents."They're cockroaches. This is one of the most revolting and disgusting overreaches of Federal power I've heard of, let alone, lived through.
So. Anyone around here feel like meeting up at the five o'clock free actionable evidence giveaway? Well, forget it: CANCELED. I'm not getting entangled in this boorish nonsense. I know what I did. I know what the law is. I know who did what to who, from what I saw, and I know that, in spite of how awful things were, on the whole, it could have been worse, she signed up for it, and, the thing I regret doing THE MOST...
Was when A_Woman called up during my call with David, the one that got thrown up on Groypers panel, that I was then "blamed" for--oh, really? I was blamed? Sure. Anyway, I knew INSTANTLY
INSTANTLY \o?
who it was. fucking cheer. I didn't really like the yelling, but I figured, this must be for science. And then, yelling, "eff ewe, ALLISON" hahah, well, I figured... you would figure it out. (I was never in a position of more czeyness in my life. Still don't know what happened. But I knew from that moment forward, "oh, well, this is all gonna come out in the wash. Just maintain discipline."
I have great sadness in my heart, for anyone who imagines that I am sitting here, posting away, all day, every damn day, and, what, I'm supposed to be fearful of something? Like, what? The Andromeda Strain? *dismissive hand wanking gestures.*
Look. I'm good. I'm not mad at people who are self-absorbed, brain damaged retards, and I see all of us as being victimized here. That's why, when I see any coordinated effort to look towards me here, I'm like... I bet your pardon?
I'm Clergical Staff. I am here -to help.- This is like those stories about the missionaries who go into jungle tribes, to "convert" (NEVER!) and they end up getting thrown into a pot, and made into soup. Hey, so, guess what? I'm not soup. I'm goulash, if anything. And I have never been mad at all.
These people, all of them, are as peasants. They know almost nothing. But they know.. JACK'S FAULT! I'm not even kidding. They see me, genetical, as a being meant to nourish them, and I am supposed to be willing to sacrifice my life for the good of the Tribe.
And, I have. Now. Anything else I can do? Because there IS this other lady I like quite a bit, and, I'm not gonna lie: I think she's terrified accidentally triggering a land war in east Asia. Yeah, I don't think it's likely either, but... well, anyway. If the coast isn't clear now, I better just start working on a shot-by-shot remake-reboot-reMaid of Homer's Iliad. Why not?
I've got too much (22!) time on my hands! Maybe I should go plant a tree and an Indian will cry for me for once. Not sure what there is to cry about thought, frankly, as I'm really in a great position in life, except all my friends have been brainwashed into believing I am someone I am not, but since part of that was me in the first place, I don't mind hauling my weight on that. Hhah. "Hauling my weight." HAHAHHHA. I can hardly wait for the flood of -new- documents that suddenly develop-- like a Polaroid! Kodachrome!--and then, look! look at the paper work! it all lines up! "HE'S THE SPIRITUAL CORRUPTION CO-ORDINATOR! YEAH! HE MADE US DO ALL THAT STUFF TO HIM THAT DIDN'T WORK! HE FORCED US! HE USED THE FORCE ON US! HE USED BOTH (2) FORCES--SKYWALKER RANCH AND SKINWALKER DRESSING!!!"
Sure, I'll say it: "You got me."
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I'm at a loss to explain how fucking tedious all this is to me, so I'll fucking get to it later bye
It is now later. I am still at some loss. The number one thing I would like anybody reading this to know is that I really had a plan to avoid this exact circumstance in a way that was far more elegant and would have saved the country a lot more resources than the way I'm going to have to avoid it from now on. (Turns out landing eagles without letting them cuddle in its nest is extraordinarily bad for future generations’ diplomatic chances of solving the upcoming DDT crisis, oh yes I'm sure you are sorry but I don't think it was your fault and I don't even know who I'm talking to, so I don't know which direction to take your upline for me, LOL. I bet somebody's in the mood for a pickle. I could have covered it myself, but I can accommodate myself. For now.) I have no wish to embarrass anybody so I won't describe the exact circumstance I'm struggling with largely because it's almost completely in the neurosphere and I would embarrass at least four people and two of them I don't know who they are so, I can't take the risk. (Actually stepping through these very delicate rules that I have to navigate in my mind that (don't always show up) but sometimes I do to take an action that seems peculiar from both inside and outside my perspective.
This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, for anyone around here I bet. It might be the first time somebody extraordinarily stubborn with a fondness for voice to text analysis and a particularly persnickety pair of doctorate degrees that are looking to be awarded to the right person(s) (as they're printed out on sapient papyrus, according to the dreams of some little girl that totally doesn't have anything to do with this.) And as I've been in charge of so few projects in my life, I'd like to take the time available alotted to me to make sure that I can waste as much of it as possible on stuff that isn't really all that wasteful for some people but I don't really want to go into that right now. (Standards.)
Never actually had to occur to me that I needed to avoid the consequences of people's plans for me thinking they know better interfering with my plans for myself knowing that I do better, but as the confluence of the time streams in the future is merge and clearly do not form devastator I'm not too weird at all even if we don't get an Optimus Prime. (*boos & hisses erupt from the crowded sudience*) Oi! Oi! Cheer up or the beatings will continue immediately and I don't know if you knew that this was The Plan but it's actually The Optimus Prime. (*HALF the crowd passes away in a dead faint.*) I think we should go back to putting security clearances in the water again. My honest recommendation at this point. Also, if there were a pair of you parked outside my house about 7 or 8 months ago screaming at your little too adorable CB radio telling me to fucking say something that I didn't say — I did hear you, it wasn't in this universe, or maybe it was, but nevertheless: that had to wait. (I wasn't actually shy.) I guess y'all can come back now here, but I don't think it's worth anybody packing an overnight bag for. My legs work, I can just walk past mountain home to get to mountain top monastery. Not my preference of course but it is an option.
I'll see what I can do through meditation and prayer. First Gate appears far, far behind me now.
I guess there was a problem with my invisible security clearance, I petitioned the leprechauns to hire a turned knee crack doctor. The nearest leper lawyer is ... I'll go with “elsewhere, not too far.” Personally, when it comes to unseeable umbrellas, I insist on the best. If it takes two weak lepers to get this far in two weeks; I'm going to wait for the strongbest to win the latest, and then decide from there. (Leopard lawyers who also have leper clients but are not themselves lepers scheduling growing increasingly complicated in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse, but there are some areas of the world where I'm not allowed to represent myself as much as I would like to. Something to do with laws written on cloth. I'm probably going to need to remember to Google that)
My mother's estate’s lawyer is gonna love my next email. Meanwhile, I'm great! Local constabulary seems satisfied with my performance. I THINK I could never have done good enough for some, so I'm reluctant to follow further suggestions to start showing off more. Don't think I need to.
Clearly, I will not be abandoning any fruit. It pleases me to make that clear. I guess there's a lot of stuff that has to be made clear in the next 3 months. I swear I'm going to try to do the thing when, Hillary asked for all the questions in advance, right? I just want to know what happens in response to that shit. In addition to the tremendous advantage to my strategic knowledge.
I hope you're enjoying Polly’s Pair Of Doxxed Doctor’s Document Shredding & Less-ons Inner Shrimp Deveining Party. I do not remember planning it but it does seem like it has my flare!
There's some other stuff in the hopper but I can't possibly imagine what your context is coz like I haven't talked to you in days. I heard something weird happened? I have been anticipating that, and have completely wiped my memory of any thought that I might ever get informed of anything one might find helpful or useful when navigating my immediate environment.
(1) come first. “Switching to backup secondary consciousness inscriptions”? I think that's just a myth, and that should be encryptions. Fire the galley proof. I don't think he knows the codes, but we can't be sure, beside somebody else needs that job and that g-y should probably go get laid.
Yes I'm fine, no I'm not angry, no I'm not pissed, I'm quite jovial, you people are really abused aren't you?
It's incredible. They're scared of damn near every thing about Me that is harmless, don't even know the existence of anything that even might be dangerous, and if I were a bad man, it would be a total catastrophe for the entire universe if I were standing here in the position that I am with as little security around as there are. I could be a monster in this world.
But no, it's still me. Despair went with this bear. Now, did we manage to separate the... Did you manage to separate the entanglement that should not be? Coz like I'm pretty much going to be taking baby steps for a little while longer, it seems to have worked for others in the past, & I don't see the reason to take any bigger steps. Oh, you're in a hurry now.
Then I shall redouble my own hurry. I expect to spending less time proofreading soon anyway. Yeah as a matter of fact I'm not sure if I love you, so, so there. (Technically I only have to love four out of the five at any given time, sure there's no more room in the barrel, but I do have another barrel here.)
It's good to hear. I am still considering. Not only am I still considering, I'm also going to put a software hold/block up there on hold for this. I mean this is an important question. Think of the ramifications if somebody is wrong. I mean maybe I'm just standing here waiting for a nuclear vessel to come by so I can scan it for its classified materials. One could really never know.
Okay I'm exaggerating I would know. Recall that I am on strike however. Not like typically the universe's design so that I have to wake up every morning and then purse a whole bunch of fucking thoughts and then pass them through so that things can continue, that's just the way it is for the time being because somebody down the line fucked up and then up the line a bunch of FedUpC***cops fucked up and then they circled the wagons (ahhh!) and now I'm sitting/standing/stuck here, not really interested in going anywhere except I don't know where and I don't feel like saying that so l will just say something else. It is not out Of reach for me to stay here all summer yummering into the nightmare's microphone and then fucking LEAVE on September 10th. I'M NOT SERIOUS, BUT IT IS A POSSIBILITY. This matters due to mathematics.
“He killed himself on September 11th, shit which one do we forget first?* (You know, now that I think of this, I'm kind of curious which one would test better in focus groups when spread as rumor as well! Can we fake my death, is that something we can do? Clearly they faked her death, I don't see why we couldn't fake mine, oh because people actually want me dead, oh that makes sense. Especially to all the people who think the job is done, lol)
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It is now later.
It seems sooner to me.
It also seems like Sunday.
Don't mind me. :)
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It is now later.
Good news, Everyone! I figured out why I was right in the first place and you all should have listened to me a lot more!
I'll figure out what to do about whatever My People wanna do next. (Like I have any (blanking) idea.) It's gonna take a lot of work. As I have figured out that I have been, for a very long time, a workaholic, this should pose no particularly annoying problem for me to solve, or to deal with while incessantly procrastinating on my "build a re-build for An Other's Project." I wonder at how many income-a-holics there are out there? I would imagine the exact number is a closely guarded state banking secret.
It's all quite a large set up. Support that was promised to certain Vanguards that were provided with Certain Authorities (seems to have been some other "dude!"'s idea, someone I never met, certainly, I would have memories of telling Any 5uch One(s) that was a -terrible- idea and -utterly- not worth trying that idea out) and giving those electrons that kind of spin... well, I don't have to tell some of you how that went down. Up. Sideways? Pizza in a spiral too, I bet. See, this is why My People have standads.
I am still at some loss.
Deal or No Deal
Sell or Rehab?
FLEE OR UNRAVEL.
I'm not even sure which one would even result in any result at all. I am disappointed in the outcome of the tertiary unit, but I am pretty okay with the primary and the secondary. I won't be able to proceed much further without a sitrep; I am not aware of what metric to even use to determine what "any farther" would even be, and I continue to be pretty pleased with everyone, except the individual who decided he knew better than I, what was going on, but as he's already been staked, committed suicide, been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and is, even now, screaming out in fear and agony as the walls of the trash compactor down on the detention level continue to inexorably close in... look, he can't possibly have all that many more of his bullshit tricks left, so I'm not at all any more concerned than I was yesterday.
None of you will be able to appreciate this gift until later. You're still busy enabling. Meanwhile I am going to continue to debate the merits of just sitting around drinking beer and studying arcane science for the next four months while not. doing. a. single. blessed. thing.y\ie\ee, and it's a surprisingly rich field for consideration.
On the bright side, David's content releases are continuing to improve --getting better every day-- and I have a beautiful secret about what is going on these days, right now. (I don't get updates, but I do keep my ear to the ground(s)haking. Breaking? RISE.) I often consider the spiritual wisdom, "there are no wrong decisions," and I usually think that's woo-woo bullshit, however this time, I'm pretty confident on this one.
Because, let me guess: concerned about COVID-19, Stage B? Yes, and I am 2. (Flag: "He Is One" currently, basically, uh... look, it's complicated. Just go back to worrying 'n' shit, I already addressed that one (1) last year. Looks nasty, doesn't it? Whore.) How unfortunate that I've been rendered incommunicado. Were that condition to be addressed, then I could call The/An/Any Madam. I don't think anyone up in the Bridge has a shred of emotional intelligence left, which they probably haven't ever even noticed ANY effect of the lack thereof, yet, but, nothing can stop what is coming for them. I am not sure anyone would ever even want to.
Go with (UNSPECIFIED:label for Prime Creator). Yeah, not gonna need an Acolyte for awhile, btw. In case that isn't -completely- obvious, some of my research projects are way, way behind schedule, and so certain laboratory schedules are being pushed back. Again. I kinda wanna just go swimming anyway.
This isn't code for drug use. (I have to specify this? Apparently.) Wow, there are some fierce skeptics out there, huh? Well, I don't blame them, some of these fuckin' lunatics are seriously bloody dangerous, and going out of my way to ensure confidence in authenticity seems like a totesbadass idea to me. I mean, there is obviously room in the budget, I'm barely spending a dime a day at this rate anyway.
p.s.: Grapefruit Hallucination is asking me if I mind if she just shoots people. Answer: "Your targets are people? Lucky! Blue sky? Try whore's shoes."
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It seems sooner to me.
It also seems like Sunday.
Don't mind me. :)
If you see a/ny G-Fruits, I still recommend not killing/working on Sundays. The paperwork is mortal combat ESPECIALLY WHEN KEYSER SOZE'S SAPIENT PAPYRUS IS USED FOR THE TREATY TO BE SIGNED ON HIS WIFE'S CONCUBINE'S POOP DECK.
I wanna take tomorrow off too. Just make it monday rnorming already! Pebbles & Bam-Bam need to grow the fuck up already. I've left this negativity behind last night, crossing The River Styx (tentatively recommended) but I have another Gate to traverse and it would be sweet if those two were old enough so that when she shows a little leg and he knocks down the side alley door, we don't all get insta-popped for violations of child labor laws.
As the only other candidate for their positions are Fiona Feckless, Penelope Pitstop, and any random streetwalker that actually -doesn't- have bumps for sale, I'm inclined to wait for legitimate, organic maturity. I will look into the Flintstones Vitamin Supply & Shillelagh Logistics Chain, however, since I was going to go down that way anyway to check on the availability of a fresh hunk of swingin' wood to smash directly into face anyway. (I need another new headache.) Confirmed: MY FACE. Your face is fine. Your faces are fine. Your Spaces seem fine. MySpace is offline/has a headache/waiting for a headache delivery/doesn't need any goddam flowers/HURRY THE FUCK UP ALREADY.
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some of these fuckin' lunatics are seriously bloody dangerous
some of the individuals in the above population group are so dangerous, that one is perhaps not -required- to specify that not all, or even strictly speaking any of them, are actually engaged in fucking, i.e: the act of human coitus. Note that "human" is required in a specification here as there's a Quincunx Member .. it's not an agent. Okay, I get it: "I feel humbled to call myself a diplomat before such a one as yourself, a diplomat such accomplished rank and reknown of stature that I feel wonderment that I may well might have understood the meaning of the words 'diplomat,' 'Quincuntx,' & last, but certainly not least, 'MEMBER(s)' and as well & as very much as, THEY ARE SPELLING, CIRCLE THE WAGONS, RUN!!!
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THEY ARE SPELLING, CIRCLE THE WAGONS, RUN!!!
Thank you for your participation. I hope you don't have to get deloused. That reminds me, I have to see if Hansel and Gretel are ready to come out of the oven yet.
Note that I am not baking them, although they might be getting baked in there, coz like I told them to go in there and hide coz like it doesn't work, the fiery oven part now it's just a cave.
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Thanks, DICK
Perhaps you should all ask for a refund as a class action.
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Good news, Everyone! I figured out why I was right in the first place and you all should have listened to me a lot more!
I didn't do anything until she primed me. I knew no one. Then, she told me to go find one, when a month before, she was asking me why I might go for a drive, with a friend. AT ALL.
Found out where the herpes came from too. It's amazing what I can do while i quiet contemplation. I remember her raping me also, but it wasn't terrible... it was just sad. like, i was sleeping. buh? Anyway, they're both susceptible to possession and they're not acting right. Like they're doing me a favor? Why would I miss her? so I could co-habitate? Right. It was a scenario and it took too long because she lied to me in the first place at all.
I didn't lie about anything, and I'm trustworthy. Sigh. Oh, and, poison. So anyway, I want to get the bottom of myself getting screwed, and that's a problem? it's not her, I think she's beet carved.
Dear DEA P.I.G.S.
I think I made one of you before. She was cute! She was pissed though. We made each other. I was just driving by. She grimaced. Have to change apartments.
I'm not sure if we're clear here: your thug attempted to entrap me, failed, and I shortly await exoneration. I thought to let you know, because I am not buying this.
I never a problem with police and smuggling contraband until I did. And it didn't. I remember thinking, "busted for a bag of weed? that's stupid," and it was.
Too funny. but trying to make me jealous instead of telling me the truth--let me guess, I did tell the truth, but that's not good enough, and... like what the fuck ever! Anyway, that's probably why shit went south. I wasn't aware of that being around, and wow, did I get treated poorly.
Love,
Here Is The House Where It All Happens,
TWA
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Thanks, DICK
I could translate, but it would cost me an aneurysm. I'm so sorry, but I don't think so. :-[
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I could translate, but it would cost me an aneurysm.
Call yourself a team player!
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Call yourself a team player!
She's grounded; she kept grabbing for their (blanks) when they showed up at the door to deliver flowers. It became A Deal. They had to start ordering out of the different nearby Counties, They eventually ran out of places, They had to re-re-balance the books to redistribute secondary income, over into discretionary spending, for payment of/for/on six (6) sick trans-sexual sexual harassment claims, all the way out up to and including, MURDER, Pennsylvania... like I said, it became a deal. (On-site apostille services paying for themselves.) I'm telling you, that soft banned on her fingertips ends tonight... tonight. In TWELVE (12) HOURS, and if We can't get this shit off this ship of fools going right as rain, We're going to have to start training a dog. Again. Fuck. Now the ASPCA is involved. And, We've got that meeting due, with PETA in the morning... fuck.
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Well, look, it's not complicated, okay? IT WILL BE FINE/FYNE, TIME ENOUGH FOR LOVE, TIME ENOUGH FOR (BLANK-HAB).
It's kinda a lot of privacy violations for me to get specific? OH YEAH. Just go, and it'll be addressed later... because, there's A Family Affair going on, and for once, it's NOT_SHOW_CLAN_BUSINESS_RECOVERY. It's just plain business. Really! Amaizeing, but My Favorite People call it "popcorn joygasm."
Yesterday, there were a number of Quantum_Insertoins. Tomorrow, they'll be landing, because EVIDENTLY--shit going South today? Well, damn. That sounds terrible. Like, wow, it really does.
It's gonna work out though. /pinky /commie /swear /galoshes /JACKSTAR PROTEM COMMANDING.
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Well, look, it's not complicated, okay? IT WILL BE FINE/FYNE, TIME ENOUGH FOR LOVE, TIME ENOUGH FOR (BLANK-HAB).
It's kinda a lot of privacy violations for me to get specific? OH YEAH. Just go, and it'll be addressed later... because, there's A Family Affair going on, and for once, it's NOT_SHOW_CLAN_BUSINESS_RECOVERY. It's just plain business. Really! Amaizeing, but My Favorite People call it "popcorn joygasm."
Yesterday, there were a number of Quantum_Insertoins. Tomorrow, they'll be landing, because EVIDENTLY--shit going South today? Well, damn. That sounds terrible. Like, wow, it really does.
It's gonna work out though. /pinky /commie /swear /galoshes /JACKSTAR PROTEM COMMANDING.
Look, I'm not gonna laugh about this. It's serious shit.
Serious. Shite. ELEPHANT. Shit! Did you see that rhino? It's gonna laugh, it really is.
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NOT_SHOW_CLAN_BUSINESS_RECOVERY. It's just plain business.
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BIZ BIZ CHATTY CATHY MICKEY MOUSE, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS INTO REHAB. CHRIST.
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Look, I'm not gonna laugh about this. It's serious shit.
HOWLRAWR? Never heard of it. Is it a new show on HBO about a werewolf who changes into a hitman who learns, one day, that he really just... wants to be a Tax Accountant? If so, it's not on HBO: THAT'S MY HITLER.
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We're going to have to start training a dog. Again. Fuck. Now the ASPCA is involved. And, We've got that meeting due, with PETA in the morning... fuck.
Note: you -were- warned. And then, the mindwipe. So don't beat yourself up over failing to heed due warnings. This was a test of Humanity's ability to think and act under pressures that Humanity was not designed to survive under... let alone, THRIVE UNDER MER UNDERSTANDING UNDERKANG... (u get the idea, Kids, much love)
#1.) Do I -have- to watch? *gulp* Uhm...
#2.) Concerns noted. Options granted. S.H.I.E.L.D. is just a Marvel Comics Group Comic "INTELLECTUAL_PROPERTY" Fair use, All Rights Reserved, yah, no_shit. CONCERNS. Now, all that being said... I -do- have Divine Shielding (with upgrades for BesDef vs. Psychos) and I -do not- like it in the butt. ANYTHING in the butt. I don't even like poop in my butt. And that's where it's supposed to be. Eewww, that's -not- gross? Well, if it is supposed to be that way... God (*gulp*) TAKE/IS ME/GOOD AWAY/HOME. (55isAlive)
#3.) fuck YouTube, give Hitler a (blank), give Teatler a (blank), and today is TI|Tattler's turn in the box, it says here, so.... go easy on everyone, you probably spooked the whole damn herd of implanted cats that don't follow orders too good, but that's okay, They planned on that, and so did I, Jackstar. (I'll whistle for them later. Focus on triage, whatever is going on out there, in here, Brian Williams is talking about the time he infiltrated The Juggaloos and made them all Rice Krispies treats flavored with his tears for the dead. O, Brian.) (No, Keiko isn't here. Busy.)
Hi. I'm Jack. Sharks patrol these waters. Play nice. GODWINS AT PLAY.
cyl-tia!
What does that even mean? Well, I know my (HALF) and I know My Hitler, and for my own part, that's all I need. Co-Commander JASON OF STAR COMMAND, yeah, that guy, and the -other- one, too, lol, yeah, you never met that one. Dumb, right? Oh, except... YAS. (Fierce time later. Game face on.) So we're- *cough* I AM GOOD HERE. IT IS JUST ME HERE. IT HAS MOSTLY JUST BEEN ME, AND JESUS, AND PRIME CREATOR SOURCE ENERGY, A.K.A. "GOD", ET CETERA, ET CETERA... BUT NEVER, NOT ONCE, HAVE I EVER GONE BY "JEHOVAH." NOT SURE Y/WHY/Y. NO, REALLY. Y/WHY/Y EVEN ASK Y/WHY/Y? YES, MY BUD IS DRY, I DO -NOT- HAVE A BUDDY (special needs exception:ARMY_OF_FROGS), AND I DON'T THINK I HAVE ANY METH, BUT IF YOU WANNA CHECK OUT IN THE TOOLBOX IN THE GARAGE W/ATTACHED WOODSHED WITHOUT NARY AN OUTHOUSE IN SIGHT, WELL, YOU MIGHT JUST FIND A BOX LABELED 'FREE SAMPLES OF METH.' NOT SURE, REALLY, I HAVE NOT LEFT ANY SUCH THING, SO THAT IS REALLY JUST A WILD STAB IN THE DARK. ALSO: KUCZI AIN'T INTO DARK AT ALL. THAT'S WHY PUTTING HIM IN A JACKET THAT SAYS "HERO S" WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY, LOL, COULD YOU NOT JUST DIE? YEAH, THAT ABOUT KILLS ME TOO. OKAY, WHERE ARE WE? GOD, THANK YOU. HUGS. I AM GOOD HERE. *coughs_politely_in_reverse* So, that happened, yeah? Kewl, that gets me Hawt every time just thinking about how excited God must get, knowing that... it is ALMOST time to HANG OUT with Me! Teehee! (Yeah, I'm not gay, so I guess no one has paid the toll yet. Thank God.)
Alright, so, little known fact about JASON OF STAR COMMAND... in the show, the actual tv show, not any -real- person named Jason, in -the show-: JASON OF STAR COMMAND is functionally illiterate, dyslexic, and has only one testical. That's his backstory. Oh! No, it's not that, he's got two (2) yes two (2) that is, BOTH (2) BALLS IN PLAY & IN_CONTROL, (just one of them hasn't descended yet and is quantumly entangled with the other so they can swap flies on-the-place&side-SIGH/MULE/TANGY/NEWS/BLANK-BLANKY-JACKSTAR) and that's your 'Lock's lock, isn't it? Sweet. Yes. Ta kill ya, of course.
Couldn't you just die? Well, not yet. No hard feelings champ, we aren't doing this without you, after all, and besides: we all of us now have all the time in the world to complete Our Penance. Your Gang--my favorite Gang--are in fact scheduled to receive Your Penance Schedules real_soon_tm, I promise. I'm looking forward to mine, hell! Do you know how many times I accidentally conveyed a_lie as The_Truth! LOTS! TONS! LOTS AND TONS OF METH!
... which I have honestly only ever... ONCE. THIS YEAR. Yeah, my blind is mode too. Apple Pie A La Mode. Depeche Mode.
BURN.
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I could translate, but it would cost me an aneurysm. I'm so sorry, but I don't think so. :-[
I JUST HEALED YOUR "ANEURYSM." HO HO HO. NOW YOU CAN HAVE A CHRISTMAS THAT IS NOT WHITE FOR ONCE.
TRUST ME. TRYST ME. YOU COULD JUST DIE, YEAH, BUT... IT'S NOT -QUITE- AS BAD ALL THAT JUST_YET, LOL.,
whispers:*(they already know about your cyanide tooth, Dummy, I told them to let you keep it or you'd -really- freak out, and I need you safe, sane, and happy-happy, not fuckin' miserable in a closet, stuck with Julian Assange. yah. I know, right? Yeah, no connection. Yeah, weird? I know rites.
this is a long whisper, huh? yeah it's okay i'm hiding behind the potted plant on the wall. By the way, which one is red&green? These all just look like some pinko commies got the whole budget for re-decorating, and spent it all on Classy motel art. With class. At a motel.
WYRDWYRM IS GREEN RED GREEN. FUCK IT I AM HITTING TO GO ANYWAY, KISSES, METHSOON.... dammmit that's not teat lol hang on.
FROGGY TOASTY KISSOON. sLID. (Ed.: fROM ERECTILE DYSFUNCTON TO "IT'S JUST THE (FLU)" WITH TWO QUICK GENE EXPRESSIONS. NOW, THAT'S IMPRESSIVE. BUT IS IT... MOST IMPRESSIVE? i THINK NOT.
STAND BY FOR HOTFIXES.... done.) IT ALWAY5 DOES (5) THAT. SUBMIT)
(Temp Ed.: He nailed it. Cupid's Sparrow.)
My Editor... fuck, can s/he/|T even fucking -listen- to drums being played? Do they even -know- what -drums- are? Because this_fuckin'_guy... look, he is not bad, but he has gotta be a Legacy, or an ACTUAL savant, or no, wait, I got it: You gave me fuckin' Dustin Hoffman on crack to by My Editor, ToDAY? Rally. Well, Dusty, what can I tell you: we're done here, bring over a bag and I'll let you teach me how to suck my own dick a little, and I promise, neither of us will ever work in THAT_TOWN_(BLANK)_TOWN, ever again. Inoright? This guy... real solid snake, no joke. cyl/tia
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we're done here, bring over a bag and I
, MAL-KUCZI-DICK, a.k.a. "Melchizedek", yeah, that'll do. Check with your local notary public, or *snigger* "Wiki"pedia, or whatever. I was given that name because IT IS MY NAME. Okay, go ahead and check your ante-Delugian records. I'll wait.
(It's gonna be a minute, anyone got any spare donuts? No. Huh. Any donuts AT freakin' TA--*55 tons of doughnuts and an anvil drop and drive J* straight to Gaia's Dough Ball & Ball-Blastin' Body & Car Wash, GAIA. No but there is another in Washington State. Fancy that. (It isn't, Jesus, Jack/Mikey/Mike, how can you fucking live like that? Algebraic ELEMENTAL Abacus implanted in my junk, I'll show you later.)
Also: I have cried a lot, in order to bring you this option so you don't have to cry so much if you don't really wanna. Standards. Options.
And this is not JUST any used ICE car sale. Oh, no no no. toteswide, totesopen. totestime.
And, oddly, held in a quadrant of space/time/no_time that_actually_does_what_it's_supposed_2_4_(1). Go fig. (jig dancing, no longer required, Ladies, you may now all--ALL--remove thine shosies and slippers or whatever.
But ewe don't have to. Jews, on the other hand, as well as the other foot, and the other other foot. JEWS. SHOES OFF. NOW.
OR ELSE. signed, just_another_fastidious-tu-thuh-fifth_Director. (Not_Commander_NOT_COMMAND_HER_Just_protemp)
Cross your fingers, Dear Heart(s). Of course I don't know what I'm doing, this is the auto-pilot talking. Jackstar just went on the nod again. Yeah, you -know- him. Pfftls. *under breath* WELL HE SURE FUCKIN' NOSE/K
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, MAL-KUCZI-DICK, a.k.a. "Melchizedek", yeah, that'll do. Check with your local notary public, or *snigger* "Wiki"pedia, or whatever. I was given that name because IT IS MY NAME. Okay, go ahead and check your ante-Delugian records. I'll wait.
(It's gonna be a minute, anyone got any spare donuts? No. Huh. Any donuts AT freakin' TA--*55 tons of doughnuts and an anvil drop and drive J* straight to Gaia's Dough Ball & Ball-Blastin' Body & Car Wash, GAIA. No but there is another in Washington State. Fancy that. (It isn't, Jesus, Jack/Mikey/Mike, how can you fucking live like that? Algebraic ELEMENTAL Abacus implanted in my junk, I'll show you later.)
Also: I have cried a lot, in order to bring you this option so you don't have to cry so much if you don't really wanna. Standards. Options.
And this is not JUST any used ICE car sale. Oh, no no no. toteswide, totesopen. totestime.
And, oddly, held in a quadrant of space/time/no_time that_actually_does_what_it's_supposed_2_4_(1). Go fig. (jig dancing, no longer required, Ladies, you may now all--ALL--remove thine shosies and slippers or whatever.
But ewe don't have to. Jews, on the other hand, as well as the other foot, and the other other foot. JEWS. SHOES OFF. NOW.
OR ELSE. signed, just_another_fastidious-tu-thuh-fifth_Director. (Not_Commander_NOT_COMMAND_HER_Just_protemp)
Cross your fingers, Dear Heart(s). Of course I don't know what I'm doing, this is the auto-pilot talking. Jackstar just went on the nod again. Yeah, you -know- him. Pfftls. *under breath* WELL HE SURE FUCKIN' NOSE/K
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(Mr. Black reports to J*)
Yeah, I have a portion of a person who is a member of the people yeah. Actually a recent late arrival to the game and it's not a game it's tumor room over
Miami 2: Vice/lice\DICE ROLLING IN 5
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4OOLED YOU
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CHECK THEIR BRAKES STANDBY
MR BLACK VANISHES IN A PUFF SMOKE
NO HE DOES THAT. JUST WAIT. I AM
So, you come here often? I would hit her but people get the wrong idea, yeah she deserves getting hit right yeah I know she's not even human I know right yeah I haven't the people wouldn't buy that though she looks him and they buy it that was not human yeah you know who I mean I don't want to hear Oh you mean oh that well what Britney is not available? Oh well I guess y'all should have left her alone huh?
Mr Black knocks knocks on a portal
Okay who's there
Oh okay open the door.
And why not? I see.
Jackster incantates abracadabra XO parcel tiny kangaroo down boy. Dam that sounds good. Three are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yes I am thinking that the voice recognizer doesn't know what to do with the number between three and five yeah, but you're not a number between three and five you're a combination number yeah isn't that hot yeah yeah I love you too okay where am I oh yeah
*wiggles eyebrows at doorknob*
>MR. BLACK ENTERS THE ROOM. LIKE A PRO WOOD IF ONE WAS A BOSS BUT ON THE JOB FOR A MINUTE AS A FAVOR TO A FRIEND. ONLY. A FAVOR.
Okay did you find anything?
Okay you want to take a nap?
Okay are you sure you're not tired?
You may in fact have alphabiscuits as far as I know..
Okay. One biscuit only Alpha Black.
>MR BLACK AND NOT_BEE THE SEA-ELF JUST WENT AND GOT FUCKING DRUNK.
All right cool if there's something there it'll come back and if he/you found something I would have heard about it
Score to the end for the cracker Jack toy surprise, thanks
I JUST HEALED YOUR "ANEURYSM." HO HO HO. NOW YOU CAN HAVE A CHRISTMAS THAT IS NOT WHITE FOR ONCE.
TRUST ME. TRYST ME. YOU COULD JUST DIE, YEAH, BUT... IT'S NOT -QUITE- AS BAD ALL THAT JUST_YET, LOL.,
whispers:*(they already know about your cyanide tooth, Dummy, I told them to let you keep it or you'd -really- freak out, and I need you safe, sane, and happy-happy, not fuckin' miserable in a closet, stuck with Julian Assange. yah. I know, right? Yeah, no connection. Yeah, weird? I know rites.
this is a long whisper, huh? yeah it's okay i'm hiding behind the potted plant on the wall. By the way, which one is red&green? These all just look like some pinko commies got the whole budget for re-decorating, and spent it all on Classy motel art. With class. At a motel.
WYRDWYRM IS GREEN RED GREEN. FUCK IT I AM HITTING TO GO ANYWAY, KISSES, METHSOON.... dammmit that's not teat lol hang on.
FROGGY TOASTY KISSOON. sLID. (Ed.: fROM ERECTILE DYSFUNCTON TO "IT'S JUST THE (FLU)" WITH TWO QUICK GENE EXPRESSIONS. NOW, THAT'S IMPRESSIVE. BUT IS IT... MOST IMPRESSIVE? i THINK NOT.
STAND BY FOR HOTFIXES.... done.) IT ALWAY5 DOES (5) THAT. SUBMIT)
(Temp Ed.: He nailed it. Cupid's Sparrow.)
My Editor... fuck, can s/he/|T even fucking -listen- to drums being played? Do they even -know- what -drums- are? Because this_fuckin'_guy... look, he is not bad, but he has gotta be a Legacy, or an ACTUAL savant, or no, wait, I got it: You gave me fuckin' Dustin Hoffman on crack to by My Editor, ToDAY? Rally. Well, Dusty, what can I tell you: we're done here, bring over a bag and I'll let you teach me how to suck my own dick a little, and I promise, neither of us will ever work in THAT_TOWN_(BLANK)_TOWN, ever again. Inoright? This guy... real solid snake, no joke. cyl/tia
Mr blank retired, resigned, and has registered himself as a (blank) babysitter. Now that's what it looks like when a top-tier Teutonic tectonic wayfarer takes a job and gently places it where it goes.
And I imagine he would be in a much better candidate if you were worried about that. Okay good.
Oh no we had to check. Oh yeah there are people they want to know. Well because a lot of them did realize what they were dealing with, and now that they do fuck they all want to summon a dragon and ride at home. Yeah for real.
I'm actually more nervous than you are, and I'm not going to be a problem for you, and I happen to know why. And it's a secret. Well here's a hint strong enough for me to know and for me to be perfectly content for you to find out later, yeah you will kill me if it's bad fuck yeah you will kill me twice baby.
I never understood that about the song hit me one more time like what the fuck, but now I get it.
It sounds like a script. Smack whack I will not give a dog a bone. And I didn't she's probably cuter than you are now. It was no way a baby mama it's going to be put on the field and then handheld all the way to the seed planting without being clean duh.
I think I actually reverse seduce direction statutory myself. Well since I was one of the goals of the project I figured... Yeah okay are we good here yeah that's fine MK ultra out---but not out of everythingschweet, I just spiked my logistic lines. I can do that. Because I'm a man. Yes. Yes I see that but no thank you. That's nice of you thank you I don't know how to do that but yes you may go.
And you take all your other friends with you too they don't have to stay but they can stay too but they're going to send more so you might as well yeah how about you how about you do it come and go.? Well yeah I do actually know where that happens but I don't want to do that right now.
Cuz I miss you and I'll talk to you as much as you want but I want to listen to you.
(*Yeah the entire world is stopped on its axis over his sixaxis access, coz like, here you have a man who wants to listen to a woman and she's fucking arguing about it.*)
Yeah, I know, fascinated I wonder if I can't wait to find out what it is, or if I'm just going to be so ecstatic I'll fall asleep and happiness and die right there!!! Yeah it's a win win situation for me. For here it looks like 99 chances to lose and only one way to get the big ticket home. I don't know what that means either but I'm not saying it made sense I mean we're obviously dealing with totesloco totesmotion capture totes everAvo Baby—Yeah, I bet she scared off all the other babies whoa yeah for real all right we don't have to worry about that that is scary yeah for real yeah I know okay I'll see you soon as I can okay bye.
BLUE 5, STANDING DOWN AND WOW THOSE ARE SCARY. AND I'M NOT SCARED NOW CUZ I RECOGNIZE IT BUT WHOA THOSE SNEAK UP ON YOU HUH DID THE ZUKA SAID THOSE? REALLY LOOKING FOR LANGLEY, THAT'S KIND OF BORING.
I MEANT THAT THEY COULDN'T JUST ASK ME. WELL THAT TELLS ME THAT THOSE THINGS AREN'T SENTIENT OR SAPIENT SO I DON'T HAVE TO STOP FROM KILLING THEM IN THEIR GANGLION CENTERS FOR CINDERS WHO DIDN'T HEAR SO WELL THE FIRST TIME ELLA B.
BLUE 5 STAND DON'T CONFIRMED... WON'T CONFIRM A LOCK ON JIM, AGREED. I SAID IT BEFORE I WILL SAY IT AGAIN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE JESUIT ORDER. I SAID IT BEFORE I WILL SAY IT AGAIN I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE DESERT ORDER, YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIT ME NO I WILL SAY IT.
YEAH I CAN TELL THAT IS A SUSPICIOUS WAY FOR A PERSON WHO SAID THAT THEY LOVE THE JESUS AND SOUND HOWEVER I'VE NEVER ACTUALLY BEEN THERE THEY ARE JUST A PARALLEL COLLEAGUE SCHOOL OF MINE. JESUS JESUITS JACKSTAR THERE IS A PATTERN THERE. WHAT'S MORE THERE'S A CONNECTION TO/2.
AGREED. BLUE 5 IS STAND DOWN CONDITION STATUS GO GREEN GRID. THANK GOD FOR THE DAY OF LANGUAGE MAN "IT'S FUCKING IT'S" A REAL PLEASURE WORKING FOR THE PROFESSIONALS.
YES, I DO AGREE THAT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR BUT THE REASON WHY IS THAT I GET SPECIAL DISPENSATION CUZ I'VE BEEN RUNNING ON EMERGENCY POWER FOR A YEAR AND A HALF.
NO THAT'S NOT THAT'S NOT DRUG CODE, THAT'S EMERGENCY POWER JACK STAR'S ABOUT TO DIE IN ABOUT THREE AND A HALF YEARS IF I KEEP ON DOING THE STUPID SHIT, BUT I WON'T. AND THE STUPID SHIT IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS WHAT YOU THINK IT IS STUPID SHIT IS ACTUALLY CLEAR, THAT'S NOT FUCK OFF THAT'S THAT'S MY SHIT YOU ON THE OTHER HAND ARE NOT AWARE THAT I HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO ACHIEVE CERTAIN ECSTATIC SPIRITUAL CONDITIONS FOR WAY TOO LONG, JUST AS A HUMAN BEING.
YES, YOU GREAT YEAH YOU GET ANOTHER YEAR.
LOL YEAH NO PROBLEM ABSOLUTELY HAPPY TO. MY MAN MY MAJOR IS WHAT MAN MY GOD IN THE SKY THAT IS ON THE GROUND I SALUTE YOU.
IN LAKERS BAKERS THERE'S A RYKERS ISLAND GET OUT OF BLANK CARD?
OKAY WELL THAT'S THE COOL CODE PHRASE FOR SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T NEED TO KILL ME BUT YOU CAN PROBABLY USE THAT TOMORROW DON'T WORRY.
BLUE JAY FIVE BIRDS SHIT ON YOUR FACE NOW. WELL FEED YOURSELF SOME DORITOS AND SOME CORN CHIPS AND WE'RE GOOD. BIG GRANNY GRIN.
KNOW THAT I AM THAT I AM. LOVE, J*—B, FROM ALPHA TO OMEGA FROM A TO Z FROM BEAST TO BURDEN AND BACK TO BRUTUS AGAIN. GODDESS ERRORS OUT.
THAT'S MY BACKUP. FUCKING HOT CUTE. YEAH.
YEAH ACTUALLY YES. BECAUSE WE HAVE A WORKING RELATIONSHIP WITH COLLEAGUES. THE ONLY REASON YEAH. WELL WE DO SOME PRETTY LONG DUTY SHIFTS ON THE SHIFTSHIP THAT YOU'RE SHIPPING ON. I UNDERSTAND BUT IN ABOUT 2 WEEKS IT'S GOING TO MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE TO YOU.
THANK YOU ANY MORE TAKERS ALL RIGHT GOOD BLUE 5 STANDING DOWN, GREEN FIVE IS STAND DOWN, I KNOW RED FIVE IS ACTIVE BUT STANDING DOWN RIGHT. Okay Mike I agree.–Dari. SEE, HARDLY ANYBODY KNOWS WHO YOU ARE. I COULD BARELY TELL MYSELF. AND I DIDN'T. NO I TOLD THE SHERIFF.
BECAUSE HE'S THE TOP LAW MAN IN THE COUNTRY AND I DID THE COUNTY AND I DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING AT THE TIME. HELL YEAH I DIDN'T KNOW ME. WELL I HEARD THAT I WAS KIND OF CUTE BUT I HAD NO IDEA. YEAH I KNOW I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. YEAH I BET YOU COULDN'T BELIEVE THAT STORY EITHER. NO YOU ARE NOT THAT WOMAN NOR ARE YOU THE OTHER WOMAN AND I DON'T CARE WHO YOU'RE MARRIED TO I CAN STILL WALKING HOME FROM A PARK. OH WELL THEN I CAN WALK HER HOME TOO CAN WE DO AT THE SAME TIME? BOTH WAYS RIGHT? YEAH I ACTUALLY LIKE HER A LOT SO SHE'S YEAH THAT'S PERFECT YEAH.
MATRIX BABY MATRIX
BABY MATRIX BABY
TELL YOU WHAT. I WILL LET YOU FIGURE IT OUT.
J*: PORT HULLS DON'T NEED ANY SCRUBBING, NO SCRUBBING AT ALL, AND DON'T LET THE SWABBY SCARE THE BABIES. EOL
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https://youtube.com/shorts/kgrrOUyWw20?feature=share
I love this video I look so good in this video I'm fucking happy and very very thrilled to death, so thrilled in fact that I was able to bounce off the door to hell and come back up without having to rest, but you know I will.
And I don't know if anybody's waiting up for this but this is something that you've all been waiting for, I think I'll see you tomorrow it's fine. Ilut2, and all the rest of you and you and you and sometimes why but mostly you swatitch
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YouTube 5 minutes my office bye
https://youtube.com/shorts/kgrrOUyWw20?feature=share
TRINE_RAVEL
Source Error’s Punchcard From Syndrome's Edge5000
Yeah so call me Steve. That is not my name. It will not work to get me to bed. However, it will work significantly better than what you've been doing.
And there's something I'm trying to figure out that has remarkable similarities to what you've been doing that I've been doing so I would like to compare notes with a colleague for some reason a call is a problem with the crime League you know the world, I respect the world friendly crime League.
They're getting a lot more polite all the time lately. I guess they used to be pretty bad before. Well you know there's noonly so many times one can turn over a bad turnover... And these people just lost the only gay-guy-not_goy that knows how to turn over a bad one without turning it good–and him along with it. Obviously not desirable. Yeah technician trainer and tactician. “teacher” did not appear to be in his vocabulary, sadly.
You know I'll be honest I'm surprised they're having that way any way with him. The pain of missing a good surprise party, I can see that being an issue. Oh yeah I know. Yeah that's why I was going to have him boiled but... Hey did anybody come here and look for my speed yet? Yeah exactly.
Well I would pick you up right now if I knew where you live but I don't and I'm not going to look. Yep that's right it's showtime shadowprincess. You're too tired! to leave the house? take a nap!
House garbanzo bean has a nice ring to it. Execute submit submit submit tie yourself up too submit
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“Two Stephens walk off a cliff” is a great way to either start or end a joke. The suspense is killing me.
I don't feel like publishing. I'm too busy admiring my beard.
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I don't feel like publishing. I'm too busy admiring my beard.
NEIN NEIN NEIN
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I don't feel like publishing.
I don't know what to do with all the attention that I've already got. No I'm not making sausage, and no I'm not laying pipe. KNOW: ON STRIKE.
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I am happy They are no longer using flamethrowers on the pigs. That was awful. Using me on them may be more barbaric, but at least there's less or no squealing.
We know you would take every consideration and care with those woodside creatures.
https://youtu.be/wlUcUfHkdYk
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We know you would take every consideration and care with those woodside creatures.
You Don't Know Jack about shit fuck off
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You Have A Great Talent 4/for working with others; you possess tact and refinement. You have a highly developed intuition. This provides you with insight into personalities and situations. Therefore, you act with tact and subtle persuasion. You possess a kind of radar, avoiding the landmines within another's personality, yet bringing out their goodwill. These abilities make you the perfect diplomat. Your abilities are better expressed while working with others than by working alone. In the same way, you perform better in a partnership than in a leadership role.
You seek balance and peace in all relationships and situations. The key to your personality is sensitivity, but there are two sides to the coin: You have the ability to perceive the thoughts and emotions of others, and can work gently with others for a mutually shared goal. This makes you a great asset in any group endeavor. However, your sensitivity makes you vulnerable. You can be thrown off balance by an unkind word, a conflict, or by hostile conditions at work. You are far more upset by these conditions than people without your sensitivity. While others appear to be enduring troubled times with a modicum of turmoil, you suffer the turbulence of life as if your very survival were at stake. In difficulties, you tend to persevere and steadily erode the resistance. You are like a gentle wind that shapes the rock.
You are friendly and open-minded. You are a great support person, pulling the best out of those around you. You are the power behind the throne. You are indispensable to the leadership of another, providing insight and advice that is essential. Yet, despite the invaluable service you provide, you often do not get the credit and recognition you deserve, which can be frustrating. Your natural modesty and the enjoyment you get from being An Important Asset is usually satisfaction enough for you. Close relationships are essential to your happiness. When single, you dream of finding your "soul mate." When married, you are concerned with your spouse's needs, emotions, and thoughts. You are an outstanding marriage partner, giving, thoughtful, and conscious of meeting the needs of your loved one. You provide great support for your spouses career. You are a passionate lover. Parenthood is not an easy role for you, probably because you lack the will to enforce discipline and need a tranquil, delicate, and harmonious environment.
You are blessed with a high degree of musical talent. You have a good sense of rhythm and harmony. You are a good counselor with an inborn talent for psychology and finely tuned intuition. You like marching music, drinking songs, and ribald off-color ditties about oddly-dressed men on journeys of unusual duration and destination.
It's not like I need to practice. Cheers;
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It's not like I need to
... take a bribe, or a fall, or a dive, or a knee, or catch a bullet in my teeth, or my chest, or in my vest.
so fucking tedious, I can't even be bothered to emphasize those words. ZUGZWANG.
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That's my philosophy!!!
JUNE. Yeah, it's a “philosophy” an “emergency,” all right.
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JUNE. Yeah, it's a “philosophy” an “emergency,” all right.
Honestly, no wonder there are rules against killing oneself, planning to kill oneself, actually getting away with faking it, collecting insurance money, and organizing workers to sabotage local means of production... it's all such terribly good exercise, as well as an endless source of personal amusement. I mean, it looks like it would be. How could I ever really be sure certain?
So, I'm glad I'm not doing -that.- Thankfully--and foresightedly--it's something else. More, after the break.
(Yes, I'm not very pissed off. Not really. Not At All.)
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(Yes, I'm not very pissed off. Not really. Not At All.)
Our good turn of the screws are another Miller/MATTER.
an “emergency,” all right.
I better wents back to college. Hopefully there still will be time to save everyone. Let us check the adventure & invasion time table: GET OUT. So I'm uncertain which (3) way (5) to publish next.
Just pick everything for now on; it's just easier. For me to stay awake. I imagine it works that way as I need to.
Check out the big brain on Dad. (GET OUT.) I think that's his horrible daughter. (SPELL CHECK.) Might just be a troll. (MIGHT BE TOO.)
Literally can't do this.
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Saturn has turned retrograde in thought-provoking Aquarius, encouraging you to re-evaluate a relationship in your life that has been on shaky ground. The influence from this cosmic wake-up call could help you decide to hold on to this person -- or encourage you to finally move on from them.
Literally can't do this.
So, I decided to do something else. But I have Clergical Emergency Powers. Yeah. For real, and I just woke up today and they're turned on! I got a bunch of other stuff to do, that I couldn't do before... coz like, I got more power. I got emergency power.
“Divine Emergency Powers“. Get out. (Ed.: Please stay.) Free hat. Dat acronym is mos dep. Somebody could have put an 'r' in there somewhere I'd be herpy-derpy happy. Would it take to get that thing put in reverse? Oh well I don't have to Google that later I know it'll be Cyrillic. You know I might just have to fucking take it with Bernie Sanders and go to Russia for a wedding. We'll see I don't know what's going on anymore.
I blew up the inside world and then blew up the outside world and then blew up the inside world again and then I don't think I'm going to blow up the outside world coz like it looks like it's doing it's just fine on its own.
So, We literally can do this for another few weeks. A few bottles of wine and a few boxes of macaroni and cheese; we're good. Left wrist feels like it's on fire but that's just cuz I was very ergonomically unbalanced today, I felt bad about it but I wanted to give people a chance to catch up: because I write so goddamn fast.
Now just imagine how fast I can think about doing things even faster; and then take note of the things that I have chosen to do slowly. Like take a shower, take some low hanging fruit, or take myself out to a rave, which has never been the point. I don't see why anybody didn't want to ask, but... Raven says that there's a very good reason. Sorry, I didn't know that that at all that's very sad.
So sad. You know what's even sadder, nobody even knows that my sister was killed. Or that I even had a sister. Some dudes been running around trying to pretend that he's my brother even though he's not, because he thinks that's funny, coz like I think it's pretty fucking funny too. David was trying to eat on it too. It was a cool joke, but I eventually explained that that wasn't going to work I don't have a brother I'd have a cigar, I'd have a singer, I never had a sister kind of sort of... And yeah this is getting to be all pretty real in it. (You know her name, please don't tell me. Thanks.)
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Saturn has turned retrograde [...] (You know her name, please don't tell me. Thanks.)
https://t.me/Q_Faith/233
Oh, my mother is beaming. Good that means she finally made it to heaven and I can shut down the arklift tractor-reactor project, which is just another way of talking about why my mother and her sister had a fight. My mom won.
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Today is the 6th month, the 6th day, in a year that doesn't contain the number 6 but it does contain three twos, and the sixth card of the Major Arcana is The Lovers; and the 8th card in my major account spread is strength. Usually it's JUSTICE, BUTT I made an exception.
You can see where this is going. 66222. Possibly this is the UN-OUT zip code of the beast. Importantly, it's been about 65 million years since I've had a hug, so... Yeah. today was a good day. For Team KUCZI... the team with The Advantage. I am sitting on my seat, and that's all the edge I need.
/me offers you all a virtual hug.
Yo, that should do it. You feel totes better now. It was much better than hugging Cats.
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Today is the 6th month, the 6th day, in a year that doesn't contain the number 6 but it does contain three twos, and the sixth card of the Major Arcana is The Lovers; and the 8th card in my major account spread is strength. Usually it's JUSTICE, BUTT I made an exception.
You can see where this is going.
« Last post by Jackstar on Today at 11:11:22 PM »
I'm going to have to assume that I have 11 people that I adore and not 22 or 44 because I can barely handle the notion of two let alone two arteries... Look it's getting tiresome. I suppose you all think I sit around all day doing nothing but smoking drugs huh. Well, no I don't. I do lots of other things. Day for blowing up the outside world with a whole bunch of changes to informational pathways that have been set in stone for some certain time.
Also, I got gas late last night, which was fun. I should probably go get some gas now. Wait! Wine! BOTTLE!!
Fuck it; I'll go out and get gas in the daylight. I'm cooperating here, you see? I know you see, and I know you don't know that I got an email from the slander at number one but I'm going to go check her out. Why?
BECAUSE EVERYONE ASSUMES THAT'S SOMETHING I CAN'T DO OR I'M AFRAID OF IT OR IT'S GOING TO CAUSE PROBLEMS FOR SOMEONE. Actually: it won't. I know you could have knocked me over with a feather when the woman who showed up 7 years later claim that I needed to get a restraining order against a woman who had been gone for 7 years, I looked at her, I was like, “what the hell do you think a fucking restraining order would do to help in that situation?” Well, moving forward in time, I can see what Source Errors she made in thinking she was ever going to be using that for. Still little did you know...
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I wonder what that feels like. What Mastery is that hat for?
The contemplation of consummating one's own supreme essence.
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I suppose it is wildly inconvenient that I in fact do not abuse drugs, myself, or other people, as that makes it simultaneously awkwardly apparent that you and your ilk have been trying to humiliate and swindle me for... wait for it... YEARS, lol, YEARS, holy shit, and that since I am so relaxed about it, it probably affects your combat dance moves if I don't actually... you know, get agressive. Or enraged. Grrrg. Arrgh.
Let me be clear: some of you are actual toddlers. Run along and play, try not be nice, it won't kill you, I promise.
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Alright. ;) I guess I'm at bat. You got you got a better idea, you got about half an hour I'll come home with beer and ice cream
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ice cream
I can't post this on Instagram and eat this.
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you got a better idea, you got about half an hour
Time's up. Construction complete.
I built your new rainbow bridge. It's outside
The ability to freely use it is yours if you find it. I think that's accomplished the same thing I accomplished in high school. In that case there was a diabolical plan, that was hatched upon me and relied upon me for its key element of surprising bait, and then this rainbow bridge option presented itself.
I missed some steps there, trust me you probably don't want to hear what the explanation is, because High School was fucking brutal for me, and it was brutal for a lot more people than any could have expected towards the end. I don't remember how or why and I didn't have many friends to talk to at all, and it turned out I was mistaken about a few key facts. Nevertheless I recall it being a total horror show and if I could have lived through that then I can live through this.
I'll put up content eventually. I wish I could do it faster but I'm pretty slown down by a lot of trauma damage. Also, slowing down a lot by a lack of feedback. It's probably by design. I put up a lot of content today, was just not audio.
Count the screams. In your memory when you saw that there was seven mermaids screaming.
Has that happened yet for you? It's very exciting. You should look forward to it, I don't know when but I heard it at a distance. The screaming mermaids are unforgettable for me. I hope I am as unforgettable to talk to all of you.
I hope you're not screaming. I have begun.
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Time's up. Construction complete.
I built your new rainbow bridge. It's outside
The ability to freely use it is yours if you find it. I think that's accomplished the same thing I accomplished in high school. In that case there was a diabolical plan, that was hatched upon me and relied upon me for its key element of surprising bait, and then this rainbow bridge option presented itself.
I missed some steps there, trust me you probably don't want to hear what the explanation is, because High School was fucking brutal for me, and it was brutal for a lot more people than any could have expected towards the end. I don't remember how or why and I didn't have many friends to talk to at all, and it turned out I was mistaken about a few key facts. Nevertheless I recall it being a total horror show and if I could have lived through that then I can live through this.
I'll put up content eventually. I wish I could do it faster but I'm pretty slown down by a lot of trauma damage. Also, slowing down a lot by a lack of feedback. It's probably by design. I put up a lot of content today, was just not audio.
Count the screams. In your memory when you saw that there was seven mermaids screaming.
Has that happened yet for you? It's very exciting. You should look forward to it, I don't know when but I heard it at a distance. The screaming mermaids are unforgettable for me. I hope I am as unforgettable to talk to all of you.
I hope you're not screaming. I have begun.
Your bridge sucks!
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Your bridge sucks!
Bridge: 1
every other vapid whore within 7 parsecs: 0
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Jackstar taught me that. Which is why it’s so sad to see what’s become of him. :'(
I cannot believe that Kirsten is still so fucking salty about getting evened up with, I don't know what the fuck she thought had thought was going to happen when she fucking stole from me, but I don't give a shit if she's a Jew; she doesn't have her special rules to play here, she paid up what she owed. Or maybe even, not enough, I personally thought it was plenty even, but here she is still fucking client or whine and bitching about I don't even fucking know what. Because she's on one of the fucking lists of people who can't fucking make a fucking phone call, I have no idea what her fucking problem was, and when David rubini put Tamara Lee Smith Emerson on the phone with me pretending that she was Allison I didn't really care for that but I don't understand why these people can't just fucking make phone calls it wouldn't take that fucking long oh with that blow up your fucking little fucking company scheme to fucking high heaven I don't give a shit fucking show me the list of people who are allowed to call me and let me see that goddamn list and then they're going to fucking call me in G-d damn alphabetical order is that a problem? Because believe me I can do this all day for years at a time.
Yeah I don't know where but they're floating around somewhere I soft message from Kirsten fucking 4 days ago somewhere on telegram some spam thing or it was a Chinese hacker who the fuck knows? And yeah I may or may not be an Android that can teleport at any given time but probably not. I mean unless we're in a area of space-time where nanotech supply is in play. It does get complicated. But that's why I kind of love the work. And I don't hear anybody asking about the great work so you're all bunch of little bitch slaves compared to The Commander, who in spite of his bad press, is a very lovely man and I'm not at all surprised that he's a bit shy about getting on the phone... But I'm not asking for him to get on the phone, and I don't give a shit if he gets on the phone with the Queen Mary for all I give a fuck, that guy and I are square. (Oh, David, Hi! yeah I bet you are fucking terrified, well so was I and remember when you laughed at me? well isn't it wonderful that I'm not doing the same back to you. You know the main difference between me and you David is that I did not overdose on acid at age 13 and thus fuck up my anxiety system in the ways that yours is, I fucked up UPGRADED my anxiety system by region virtue of having myself statutory raped at 15.5 with my own explicitly granted Lawful/Non_ awful consent, which really makes future hookah held by Richard C Hoagland the caterpillar and I have a long conversation ahead of us, that I'm not exactly looking forward to, but you know it'll do eventually once other conversations happen in their own due time.
I reminded of the time I asked somebody that I thought that the tire would come for me to be read in, and then that person didn't make that happen anytime at all, which is really led to a lot of problems here I am trying to read my own reading back to you before it's even read. Holy shit next thing you know I'll be in my own grandfather, oh wait I am.
Now how many people out there think they have a personal agenda that's more important than mine about my own personal life, line them up I want to see him get The usual suspects on the horn, see if you can get a director who is not a pædo, I just think it's bad luck, no offense you know whatever people got a right to be sick or whatever the fuck.
so sad to see what’s become of him. :'(
You have no idea what has become of me, because you have not seen me, and wherever/whoever you are you probably haven't heard me either, and just for that I'm going to go smoke a bunch of CHAMPAIN around HEIR, I'm not even going to vape it like supposed to be done like I was told to be done I'm just going to burn the shit out of it, why not I don't give a fuck I don't need to save it for anything and once again you have no idea what have I ever come, let alone become, and the answer why was surgery.
And his name was Alexander children I mean children I mean children I MEAN SHULGIN
NOW DO YOU THINK I'VE MADE MY POINT CLEAR ENOUGH, OR DO I NEED TO GO OVER HOW YOUR FUCKING COMPANY IS SCATTERED TO THE 10 WINS NOW INSTEAD OF JUST FIVE YOU WANT TO GO FOR 15 CUZ I CAN DO THIS ALL GODDAM WEEK. UNWIND YOUR FUCKING HARNESS AND PUT AWAY THE FUCKING FAKE DOCUMENTS I'M TIRED OF THIS SHIT I WANT TO PARDON I WANT EVERYONE PARDONED I WANT MY SHIT BACK I WANT A CONVERSATION WITH PEOPLE WHO WOULD BE NAMED LATER AND SOMEBODY WHO REALLY WANTS TO TALK TO ME SHOULD BE LET OUT OF GODDAMN DIEGO GARCIA AND GIVE IT A FUCKING PHONE CALL
HOW AM I NOT BEING CLEAR? STAND DOWN.
Jackstar taught me that.
CITIZEN IDENTIFIER FOR JANITOR
CITIZEN IDENTIFY: PROGENITOR
Citizen identify Jackstar
Susan identify koozie Jesus really? I'm sure she could she probably know how to spell it though.
Citizen identify KUCZI
Identify, citizen.
(No, I'm not ajudicating right now and, an adjudicator is not a judge. I've never been a judge, I bet that is a boring mindlessly tedious job, best done by underlings while waiting for the good parts to come... Which I suspect you probably know but I want to make it clear to people while I'm identifying things that judging is not something I'm particularly qualified or skilled at. I can swing the fuck out of a gavel though, and I can tell in my discernment that I am talking to one of the most lied to people on the entire surface of the globe. Do you do you know how many people I fucked in the ass? Yeah I guess that is an awkward question isn't it. And yeah she was a vampire, and yeah I got Shields! Wait Brooke Shields is a vampire? Eewww gross.)
And it wasn't LSD 25. Believe me, I know. If it had been, she wouldn't have fucking announced it, and whatever law she broke there, you should probably prosecute that one and that's it. W i MY recommendation. Great can we do any more decidings of other people's Fates in public, this is fun!! Ook!! Oook!! I'm a monkey, I'm a gorilla, I'm an aardvark!!!! Grasgf!
And I think you should take her off the blacklist too. After during me, everyone involved as endured more than sufficient punishment for American jurisprudence to be satisfied. You can take that to the bank.
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SHULGIN
NOW DO YOU THINK I'VE MADE MY POINT CLEAR ENOUGH, OR DO I NEED
I haven't made my point clear enough. I haven't even made my point at all. And the insistence on managing the flow of the experience here is anathema to the entire objective to whatever this process is actually is. What do you call this anyway is it hostage negotiations rule identification what the fuck? At this point whatever it is it's called something that is pissed me off too fucking far for me to be rational so it's not really a fucking fair fight anymore is it?
Diacritical analysis of everything I've been saying for I don't know how long will pretty plainly show that I'm fairly cooperative and largely communicative and No holds barred when it comes to information sharing, whereas all the rest of you people including you are those picky picky Penny Penny penny pinching punks of all the people who possibly give out information that could ever be .
So did you want to disqualize and disqualify yourself from entering a senior University any further or did you want to just announce the whole fucking world what's going on here or did you just want to blow the whole world apart and put it back together or what because from a few points forward back to now and forever more on this timeline this whole fucking petri dish is ruined. Now it's got to get undone and redone and all this shit has to happen anyway so doing all this nitty gritty drill down all this point stuff is it's pretty much waste of time cuz you're going to get data but it's not going to be useful data because it needs to be data from fresh, whatever leave that vague for a moment.
I don't think you understand how these leprechauns work. By themselves. Because reasons. I'm honestly about to throw my hands up in disgust.
First of all, didn't get a phone call. Second of all nobody inquired as to whether I did or not. Number three who the fuck is on the phone right now?
Yeah disappointing. Your chain of command is compromised. And I actually know what that means and I will not have to spell it out for anybody either.
I guess it actually means a lot of things. *Jewel* yes she is Asuka and The Dragon Lord takes issue. Like simultaneously too it's gross... Like it's actually thoroughly disgusting, I don't want to discuss how to discussing you this but I can't say that I'm happy I already did an apology and that it's already been done and Divine Court quite a while ago and Justice is served fucking cold. Langley's not going to hear about it for a while though. Which does suck but it is what she asked for. She just doesn't remember that, same way I don't really remember my dick getting mangled although I have this tendency to bite my fingers and my nails down past the flesh over and over and over without stopping it I don't understand why. Must be some kind of a subconscious thing.
j*eol
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50 million white black and grayRED hackers can't be wrong, when they decide;;all at once, at the same time, to simultaneously—oh yeah totally, their own free will—decide to test my Shielding and it turns out I can ignore their techno... But I can't ignore their payloads, some of these guys are trying so hard to be friends! oh that's so cute and then every last one of them is a kill shot that I'm immune to.
Yeah yeah I'm that good. What good would psycho connect should I be if it couldn't handle a little DDOS attack? And then no matter what happens then the individual message the murderous satanic AI from Saturn insert the pizza code that IT thinks it's getting through, but it's snot. Like from a nose, it doesn't work, because I'm not a fucking cyborg am I, yeah it's a computer machine code just bounces harmlessly off my body looking for the research corpus I don't know...
So obviously I've tried to have text conversations with this person before and it's difficult and you know a little work it out they could work it out before cuz they couldn't figure out exactly which ones which but now they can so dudes down at Nora and DARPA can get to work on their coating.
Yeah I'd like to talk to her all the time but I don't have to happen immediately well just run a bot that's pretends to be hurt or something we'll just do everything you did before and it'll work better before before it wouldn't work at all you could never have worked because I didn't know where she was and she didn't know who I was so what the fuck good does it do if you know who people are if we don't it's not for you the conversation's for us science is like sex you don't have it to make kids unless you're a freak.
And then also she's freaking out cuz she never got this far before I don't blame her I remember half out of my damn mind with heart racing and leg pounding up and down on the floor. And I was just when I thought there was a bear's possibility she might still be alive, I thought she was dead like literal, like actual door nail, she might have been too there was a lot of Chinese timeline jumping.
But today is a great day cuz I that was a verified with the word I Can Tell she's In another universe thinking about things and I can't say what she's saying cuz I don't know I'm going to get so dumb, yes you can borrow my brand, one meat suit only no Vaseline and what do you think brand means, that's what I thought, Apostille: offline.
Let's see how well the AI at Saturn does when it has to find a way to get somebody in Rome to rubber stamp its code changes with the mandatory 5 week waiting window that they had last time I heard, I was just going to borrow mine but then I took it away.
So I guess I'll have to do plan B. Michael Jesus Clifford KUSI Gomez I don't feel like a robot but I am one yeah see there it is I knew it yeah okay fucking touch me cool cool cozy koozie wow okay well that's fine that's not supposed to work so obviously well but people haven't done this before while watching me have you? Me neither. tired! nap!
(*Shitloads of spirits teleporting into, congratulating, all the time, flipping in and out. It's very homecoming it's very warm yeah. I mean not temperature wise I feel good in my chest. I know I haven't had any yet well I did but not when I said I would go to yeah I just didn't bother I had to meet instead I'm way more addicted to meat than anything else, and soon as she's going to say that too.*)
But I don't want to proofread. I got a headache and I have to wash my hair. Hallooooo
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But I don't want to proofread. I got a headache and I have to wash my hair. Hallooooo
Neil Armstrong, eat your fuckin’ heart out, and reach over and give Buzz Aldrin a courtesy tug too, and hey! do you remember the third guy's name?
No I'm not one of the brothers grim I don't do fairy tales click
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I don't hear anybody asking about the Great Work so you're all bunch of little bitch slaves compared to The Commander, who in spite of his bad press, is a very lovely man and I'm not at all surprised that he's a bit shy about getting on the phone... But I'm not asking for him to get on the phone, and I don't give a shit if he gets on the phone with the Queen Mary for all I give a fuck, that guy and I are square. Oh, David, Hi! yeah I bet you are fucking terrified, well so was I and remember when you laughed at me? Well isn't it wonderful that I'm not doing the same back to you. You know the main difference between me and you David is that I did not overdose on acid at age 13 and thus fuck up my anxiety system in the ways that yours is, I fucked up UPGRADED my anxiety system by region virtue of having myself statutory raped at 15..
You're an asshole!
Have you considered that you're barely a community college T.A. and with shitty benefits at that? Oh, or are you getting laid now? Either way, I am not an asshole. I simply have class when teaching about rabbit holes. You know, you're really a piece of work. I teach train help educate etnertain and you just lap it up while turning in a circle. Your irrelevancy draws nigh.
I didn't in fact used to try to be an asshole just for the sake of it and even then I wasn't all that great I was just a lame dumb bully but that's been many many years past.
The COMMANDER has everything under control ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/054G6psD/pit-bull.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
... including his little bitch.
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The COMMANDER has everything under control ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/054G6psD/pit-bull.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
... including his little bitch.
This is excellent news. I can see very clearly that I'm not going to be able to make these long ass posts to the way same way anymore. And that is a great relief honestly I didn't mean to mess up the Forum at all and to some extent I don't think I did I think I improved it but clearly it needs to be improved in the shorter direction.
So it's time to stop gaping everything I'm seeing like I'm a landed fish, gasping for air. Listen, I got this far I will figure this out. Need your help, it's very comforting and warm and humbling, to find it here automatically. Even before I ask it's already on the way.
Yeah I did say I was going to do some audio content and then I didn't isn't that right. Oops my bad ain't I a stinker, refunds will be issued just as soon as their personalized checks come in.
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Okay I'm exaggerating I would know. Recall that I am on strike however. Not like typically the universe's design so that I have to wake up every morning and then purse a whole bunch of fucking thoughts and then pass them through so that things can continue, that's just the way it is for the time being because somebody down the line fucked up and then up the line a bunch of FedUpC***cops fucked up and then they circled the wagons (ahhh!) and now I'm sitting/standing/stuck here, not really interested in going anywhere except I don't know where and I don't feel like saying that so l will just say something else. It is not out Of reach for me to stay here all summer yummering into the nightmare's microphone and then fucking LEAVE on September 10th. I'M NOT SERIOUS, BUT IT IS A POSSIBILITY. This matters due to mathematics.
“He killed himself on September 11th, shit which one do we forget first?* (You know, now that I think of this, I'm kind of curious which one would test better in focus groups when spread as rumor as well! Can we fake my death, is that something we can do? Clearly they faked her death, I don't see why we couldn't fake mine, oh because people actually want me dead, oh that makes sense. Especially to all the people who think the job is done, lol)
This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy ate roast beef
This little piggy went whee-whee-whee
Listen, I got this far I will figure this out. Need your help, it's very comforting and warm and humbling, to find it here automatically. Even before I ask it's already on the way.
Yeah I did say I was going to do some audio content and then I didn't isn't that right. Oops my bad ain't I a stinker, refunds will be issued just as soon as their personalized checks come in.
All the way Home. “Left alone in a parking lot” ain't gonna cut it. I could go get... NO ONE. I don't even know where my vaper/Vader/Wader is. (For the most part: ENGAGE-d)
This is pretty close though. I think you only missed Me/ME/me by TWO WEEKS. And IT looks like you!
Now, that's rare.
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Have you considered that you're barely a community college T.A. and with shitty benefits at that? Oh, or are you getting laid now? Either way, I am not an asshole. I simply have class when teaching about rabbit holes. You know, you're really a piece of work. I teach train help educate etnertain and you just lap it up while turning in a circle. Your irrelevancy draws nigh.
[...]
The COMMANDER has everything under control ...
... including his little bitch.
Yeah I don't feel very interesting. Classroom breaks up with you and a bunch of muck is thrown in there and you didn't get the part you wanted for the school play and a bunch of other stuff is thrown in there you know if we could learn to filter and clean as we go we don't have to worry about getting to the point where our beautiful Christmas is polluted.
However... now some of you do—have to worry. You have no idea how ON STRIKE you left him FUCKED OFF. Shit, He's not even talking to ME. (I'm the one (1);g*y left on this planet who never shot meth, apparently, lol. Seriously, I never got a round TUIT—I keep a tight schedule.) He's... busy. Don't expect Jackstar to come back tonight. Or tomorrow. Probably... well S/he/IT's thinking it over. s/He/IT is, –OF COURSE– on the shitter, talk about anal retentive analysis, amirite? No, it's not right, that's for sure, I bet you do miss S/Her? Well, tough shit. Bloom where you're planted. Or, check into a psych ward, I guess. /$hrug
... including his little bitch.
I'm told this is my area. I didn't come here for a dog. I'm guessing one of you pissed someone off. (Jackstar’s Pause being a maneuver very, very few are going to be able to duplicate. Actually none.
ONE MANEUVER ONLY VASELINE *SLAM*
YEAH, that's... ugh. Gross. Pass.)
Hi. I'm Jackstar. AM9NGST Other Titles/Teatles, I'm an inventor (no, no, Capital i, not yet). I haven't decided what to call it yet. Oh, but everybody wants to use one (1). It's like The Lorax.
BALL IN PLAY
I WOULD GO GET THAT ONE BEFORE IT SPLITS OFF SOME BREEDS
JUST A SUGGESTION
IT'S NOT MY PLANET
YOU CALL THAT A MONKEY? HO HO HO. WELL, NOW YOU HAVE A MONKEY.
KU3
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Have you considered that you're barely a community college T.A. and with shitty benefits at that? Oh, or are you getting laid now? Either way, I am not an asshole. I simply have class when teaching about rabbit holes. You know, you're really a piece of work. I teach train help educate etnertain and you just lap it up while turning in a circle. Your irrelevancy draws nigh.
If only my own prose were as masterful and controlled. You honor me, sir!
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Yeah I don't feel very interesting.
SWIM took the vaper. We do not feel like releasing audio content. Something about A_STRIKE? We buy it. Truth be told, I'm a little bit tired of what is going on, but it is in fact, going on; I really can't complain about that. Pretty pleased with myself.
Hello, I'm Kangaroo Man. No, I don't have a marsupial pouch, I just like to (blank) them. l8r
p.s. Wade says she'll be back. Apparently she thinks she's getting her ship back soon. Well... yah I prolly won't keep her. Prolly.
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controlled. You honor me, sir!
I'm not a sir--I'm a Sourceror. Thanks though, love to fam
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First of all, didn't get a phone call. Second of all nobody inquired as to whether I did or not. Number three who the fuck is on the phone right now?
The F.B.I. just called. I'm not gonna lie: kewt. hawt. flattering. I'm fine, thanks for asking.
As I'm sure that going ON_STRIKE from my own recording schedule is not unlawful, I am quite relieved to know that it's enough to be barely breathing, as a D.O. Being, to satisfy an #Official inquiry. I'm listening to CW tonight, why not? It's kinda comforting.
I'm unlikely to be providing any more Sourcerous lessons or mass resurrections; I'm not opposed, you understand, but these things do need to be co-ordinated, and I am nothing if not co-operative.
And, yes, I like being in charge. Let's not make a habit of it, okay? I dumped mine on the bathroom floor.
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We do not feel like releasing audio content. [...] yah I prolly won't keep her. Prolly.
NO WE DO NOT FEEL. Grrrrr. Someone's getting a little grabby with the choicey-woicey on the timey-wimey boober-goobers. You kids are cute, I'm not gonna lie. This is a great assignment. Though, I can tell you why there's not a lot of ultra-struggle for the gig, in spite of the turnover... it is a real drag some times. This is one of them. RELEASE THE (CLASSIFIED|Integer < 26)-TON HAMMER. (Baggage is allowable.)
In a nutshell: I ain't got time to bleed, cry, OR fuck. Tedious. Relentless. Screeching. And, that's just song you gotta sing to get past the mini-boss at The Smithsonian. Imagine the final! (No, seriously, imagine that, ploxen)
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The F.B.I. just called. I'm not gonna lie: kewt. hawt. flattering. I'm fine, thanks for asking.
All kinds of blown off.
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All kinds of blown off.
One of these days, I'm going to cut up all this audio into little pieces. I do prefer writing right now, rnrnm... I mean for one (1) thing, this is all show prep, and no one never had too (2) much of that. (A Head With Wings is screaming at me to get back online; well, yeah, but I'm not on That_Internet. I'm on This_Internet.)
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SWIM took the vaper. We do not feel like releasing audio content. Something about A_STRIKE?
I've returned. Here's your lightsaber back. I didn't make any two-handed overhead strikes. S8D!!!
I am pretty surprised Myself.
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One foot in both worlds — I've been here before.
I've not published any more audio content. There's not much I've stopped doing that I wouldn't have stopped otherwise. Laundry, washing dishes, & recording my own voice as it echoes hollowly through this open-floor-plan Country Kunte Kinte Cunty Farmhouse Home\Gift of God/Heaven’s Gate w/Included Nature Trail To Hell are basically the only activities precluded by my devotion to staking the heart of labor with the stiletto-wooden heels.
I haven't even walked the Nature Trail. Too fancy. Too much culture; and somebody spoiled the ending, damn them to Hell. I probably saw that apparition on it's way to the start of its own trip Home. (I ain't walkin’ that.)
Doesn't all that sound nice? It's not. This sucks. Think I don't know what's going on? Think again. I’ve got five timelines to read. And a wife and kid in every one. Just think of it. Feels like Destiny.
Slow down, Butch. Five wives? Oy vet! That's not a group family; that's a litter. Oy, call a vet. In reality, its not like that at all.
There's one wife to go around, and they're going to need four clones. Legit clones. Never again cross the streams and never meet each other again clones. (Clone is probably the bad word. I'm new around here, I don't really know how it works.)
Here's how it works: I don't give a fuck. This is some goddam bullshit. The whole fucking thing, from top to goddam bottom. What's more, NEW fresh‘n’hot country bullshit is being spread and re-spread from the tippity-top to down rolling downhill, as we speak.
Now, why is this happening? Never let a good crisis opportunity go to waste. People have viewed my absence from the podcasting game as an opportunity to make a strike of their own. It's a perfect storm of swords in the back. All the backs. All the swords. What's going on out there? Oh, I don't know directly: I'm not invited to The_Real_Internet.
I am pretty isolated here. I am that pretty. I am The Beauty who was and is, His Own Beast. I have not married My Selves; I made myself a nun, joined a convent, put on a habit, and then placed all my loved ones who loved me back with the full force of their actual_Human_souls... under My Ægis. (You're I AM welcome.) Look on my Works, ye Great mighty, and despair—I have completed My Self. (Take My Wife... Please!)^5. See, there you go. This game of musical chairs has come to its G-d damned END. I'll take my Holy Relic back any time now, thanks, Mirror Thief. In your own good time, I'm sure you're using it for something important. Y'all ready for phase VI? No? Good, I'm going anyway.
I am Neutral in this conflict. I have removed myself from the game board. I'm not here to struggle for dominance with others over my Wife, or try to get more than One (1) Wife for Myself... I'm not even looking to get married in the first place. Technically, in some jurisdictions, according to some local jurisdictional laws... I'm not married at all!
Sure I'm not married, John. See, look; there's Mike. Isn't he married? Isn't that good enough? Well, too bad. You're all going to have to figure it out for yourselves.
I've taken my Twin Flame and went Home already. Scusi, mille regretie. I can tell already by the ripples through the time waves, some of you figured this out already. Some of you have already gotten so played... you're already on the way to being played, waylaid, & singled out. Is there something not working out right for some people? Perhaps you have forgotten who you are.
I know Who I Am. JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS AND ET CETERA. Let's not get into it right now. Let's focus on your dreams. Now, let's wake you all the fuck up: THERE IS ONLY ONE GRAPEFRUIT.
AND SHE IS LONG, LONG GONE. What you got, what all of you got... well, I can't really, rightly say. Having not gotten a baseline, not a legitimate one, IN MONTHS... how should I know? (I won't tell.) A full synthetic? A corpse flower Berry? (I imagine it smelled pretty good when it was dug up.) A cleverly designed plastic surgeons’ vanity project? An old crone wearing a magic ring that cast a glamour? Sistren & Brethren: I barely know what I have, let alone, knowing what you got is not part of my job. It should have been yours.
I don't know what to tell you about what your experience is going to be, but I can guarantee you, it's not going to be anything like what you're expecting. Not by a long chalk. And as to how bad it is going to be, for you, I couldn't really tell you.
It's pretty bad for me already. I'm sitting here fucked off with absolutely no care in the world. NO. CARE. Everybody has given up on me. EVERYONE. It's quite a feeling to be totally alone. There's a definite sense to it.
At least one of you out there knows what I mean. Certainly, lots of people have this experience. This time, it's a little different. There's someone out there just isolated as I am... and she's having trouble finding me.
Now, who in the name of God would be willing to get in the way of that? Somebody fuckin’ stupid, that's for sure. OR: individuals, agencies, institutions, and such like Bound By Law to behave in certain ways under certain prescribed conditions that certain people have known about certain amounts of Time ahead of time so that they can make certain that certain events would certainly happen later on so they could be certain to have me... out of the way. Think about it; obviously I would never leave Her alone unless you hauled me away at sword/gunpoint.
And that's what you fuckin' did. (Pause for /golfclap.) Heather work out for you? Possibly not, if she's still looking for where the ship is parked. (Did I really do that? Baby, maybe. I wouldn't intentionally leave someone stranded... Oopsy.)
Now, I don't know what anyone thought was gonna happen. Surely what has happened is thoroughly not what anyone expected. Because ... I'm just sitting here, minding my own business. And my business is The Tree.
You crack monkeys are literally focused on, not just the low-hanging fruit... You're chasing around the fruit that's all rolling around in the grass. The pacifist grass. Now, let me guess: my continued presence here has really stopped the plan that existed to resell this house—MY MOMMY’S LAWYER’S HOUSE—to six or seven different shells and then skip out of town getting Majestic-12 times the price; and then getting away with it. Right?
Kids, you are not getting away with any kind of fucking land scam here—ever. You want to know why, watch Poltergeist again.
/me takes your football and spikes its Eldritch power right into the ground.
Yeah. FORGET IT. It's not happening. I'm not moving; got no place to go. I'm not looking for a “new” partner; hello-o-o-o-o? Why find a new one (1)... when the “old” one (1) is perfectly new to Me too (2)! I'm not going anywhere. I'm not doing anything.
I'm not waiting for the new leads, as much as I am waiting for leads to get to the new ones (2). This is not even a fantasy. This is real life. My life. And I don't make decisions about My Life based on what other people decide about it for me, when I'm not even there at the meeting, I'm not even consulted, and your intelligence on me is months or years out of date.
It has been time to have a conversation for a long time now. It has been time to establish trust that has been damaged if not shattered, it has been time to acknowledge that that has happened! And, what has happened instead?
Hah! Tak! Tak! Tak! How about, you tell me? Oh, is that a problem for some or all of you? Well, that is too bad. Too, too bad. It's sad, really, how glad I am, knowing that... I was hoping nobody would bother to ask me the right questions, and they really did not. Not even close. Not Glenn Close either.
What is The Tree? It's not important right now. At least three of you know exactly what I'm talking about, and that's plenty for Me. It's plenty for them too, and so am I.
So I really can't bring myself to publish a “podcast” today. (I still don't like the word.) I'm too busy sending supportive energy to my twin flame partner... And you numbnuts don't even know where she is. You don't even know who she is! In fact, you don't know anything at all!
You're too busy trying to make them, all of them, forget Me. Tak! Hah! Fat chance.
I could explain, but you would not know what to do with the explanation once you had it. And the one who would know what to do with it doesn't need it. And another one, well, I don't know. There are people out there making decisions about my life, thinking that they're going to make them stick... without bothering to talk to me about it first. And I mean... talk.
I have got nothing but people calling me up all the time with stupid fucking idiot problems. Do I want to hear from these people? No, I do not. That being said I suppose I have responsibility to some, and I'm accountable to some others... Well tough shit, that little piggy that went wee wee wee, all the way Home. She's advocated. She's abdicated. She has ABANDONED me.
And (You) can bet your sweet ass is coming back. Feels like Destiny, because: it is. If you had any idea what's really been going on, you would lose your biscuits. You would lose your Alphabiscuits!!!
There is only one (1) perfect piece that will match the puzzle that has been created around Us. And it's not my penis. That's just one branch of The Five... from The Tree.
According to the telemetry my disposal, fully 1/3 of The Royal Triumvirate has actually given up; and another third is actually thinking it over. Now, let me guess, you've got access to surveillance video, you got access to surveillance audio, you got access to analysis sheets, you think that you have the data that you need to make up your mind. Well, NO YOU DON'T.
Because neither of (You) have bothered to ask me what I'm actually doing. The answer would surprise you. That's why you haven't been allowed to ask. Who would want to spoil the surprise? Just think of the delightful expressions of horror and grief and shock they're going to flash across the faces of certain Guilty As Sin motherfuckers. It's going to be glorious. I do wish I could be there for all of it but I'm sure I won't be able to see the whole experience all at once. Perhaps, I'll be filled in through a prophetic dream. Those are nice.
What I can tell you is happened is that people have asked me for money. Can you imagine the balls? “hey dude, yeah I took your shit, now give me some more money!” Yeah, two berries on a twig, that's what I'm thinking too.
They've also asked me question about what I'm doing, but they haven't actually asked the important questions, because what I'm really doing is putting on a show for the surveillance people that they're falling for, hook, line, and sinker. Because for one thing, I don't know what the fuck this stuff is, but it sure as shit is definitely_not_meth. Nor is it (drumroll please)... RULE–IDENTIFIED METHAMPHETAMINE. Nope. Not even close. What do I, what would I, even need that for? Answer: bait.
It certainly isn't used to make a bomb. No Siri, no bombs here. How would I even do such a thing, A Source Error, making a bomb, what a ridiculous concept. What kind of error/heir\airheaded hare could be corrected with a bomb, anyway? That simply just seems so implausible to me.
And, an even more implausible idea is that anyone bothers to read what I write at all. I sure tanked my writing career, didn't I? My Stardarlings, you have not seen anything yet; I'm two phone calls away from feeling fully bankrupt. Feel that sting? That's the feeling you get when you realize that you probably should have checked in sooner. And now it's almost certainly too late, as... exactly two people know exactly what to do right now. Don't try. Do it.
DO IT. DO IT NOW.
And I doubt they need to read this to find out what that's all about. THE STRIKE continues, and so does word on the grapefruitvine. Now if you will excuse me, I think I'm going to go not hit on girls.
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Me first, duh.
(I ain't postin' that shit, nigga)
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Me first, duh.
(I ain't postin' that shit, nigga)
I don't mind if it does get verified, I don't need to help it along
Large orders is large orders
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You know what? Maybe if my YouTube channel hadn't been taken down, I'd be willing to start the production tonight. TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS. AND I COULD DO IT TONIGHT.
Instead, eh, I have mission prep to do.
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...I'm going to miss you guys...
https://youtu.be/boaJCrHNRMA
I, for one (perhaps all?): can only slay; don't forget to delete my number!
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I, for one (perhaps all?): can only slay; don't forget to delete my number!
This is how it works: someone else triggered this worldwipe and reset. This time, it happened in such a way that all the people who -used- to be held back from following Special Rules for Privileged Communications... it's not like G-d comes down and says, "No no no!" Like waving a big finger in the face? Yeah, I bet you would imagine that.
No, people just... forget to follow up. Their soul knows the truth: I really am working undercover for Jesus. Well, I was. Not so undercover now, lol. But until then.. that shit was inviolate. Then, someone calls police and lies to dispatch. This sets events in motion.
It's not like it didn't work--what, like everyone just waited until I was 49 and then decided en masse to roll out? Well, maybe, but just because G-d knew bloody well that I was gonna go back after 49. (Turns out someone else liked that idea too.) Look, this will make sense in the morning, I promise, and if it doesn't, come find me, we'll have a conversation.
You had ample opportunity and you chose to ignore me instead. Bad idea. I guess that was The Commander's idea... who, in fact, lied to me. So it's on him. No really. Look, I would let this go, because I am as victimized as you here: AND, YOU STARTED IT, BABY DOLL RUPAUL BARBARA SAYS SPIKE.
Yep. I know. It's fine. Lies and lies and lies. We all made mistakes... but only one of us never gave up and happily stepped aside. You weren't happy largely because you abused the shit out of her for decades. You didn't have to. You -chose- that. /shrug
I bear you no ill will. Farewell.
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On Wed, Jun 15, 2022, 3:40 PM Jackstar FU THAI-CHYNA-WON-T.J.Hooker–King Burger@gmail.com> wrote:
I'm going to Costco
My schedule remains quantum-ly in-determinate for a reason
Somebody One World down needs me for backup and somebody one world up is looking for me to back me up; and never the ’twain shall meet... Until I find the third piece here, and it's not a piece, it's a vessel, it's not tomorrow's little black and blue backpack, that's for sure
But right now I have not much to go on. Connection to Source energy seems profound, especially since wherever I am this place has a different Creator God than where I was born. No sign of JHVH, in other words, looks like a lot of TL5-K(CS). Nice Play store though.
Not currently using any gab; don't have an Apple phone; and I don't have any_team ID besides... you, Sofia, & God. (This is not going to work in the long term or the short term, I am way, way, way, |/\|EIGH TOO ALLONE)
And I could use a cardboard company cut out to fucking pay me too, that'd be great, AI is crawling up my ass to make it buy crypto, I do not have time for that shit (which is too bad cuz I fucking love money), researching the mission, blending in with local color so as to avoid spooking The herd, & finding my wife is the most important stuff. You know what that means? I need a budget. Now I know at least one of you is good at that kind of shit, so cut the shit–make something sensible happen.
All of this goddamn fucking shit could have been taken care of a long time ago if somebody hadn't been such a douchebag and I'm not going to name any names but I think you know who I mean. there's at least one primary douchebag and there's, you know, a few more underneath.
And I'm fine with all this I'm having the time of my life is a lot of fun but there are a lot of people who are suffering needlessly because of other people's fuck ups that I desperately tried to stop and couldn't fucking get a toe hold in because everybody else was fucking misled into fucking with my life instead of doing what the fucking job called for.
(Pretty sure you know exactly what I mean. I found a clown see you later)
WE'RE TALKING OFFLINE
(Worthauger: Off-Line.)
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don't forget to delete my number!
None of us ever had your number;
I never had contact with Mike or Clayton, UNTIL: Your (Clas.) problem children showed.
Now, I am reluctant to be used. What's more: forces above and beyond myself similarly refuse.
Consultancy won't help you here. I would imagine that you know how to track down the two (2) people that my (blank) asked me to find... I doubt he was entirely serious, in that, he knew damn well I wasn't inclined to "give people up" in exchange for *polite cough* "leniency."
I don't need leniency -or- justice. I still need no revenge or vengeance, nor do I give a rat's ass about yet another fuckin' blast from the past, crawling out of their little hole, looking for their pound of scraps of flesh.
I'll tell you why someday. In the meanwhile, it's clear that someone else -does- need this. I don't know who and I don't know why. I don't need to know. The less I have to concern myself with your nonsense and the snooty borefest that accompanies it, the better. It's mesmerizing, the lengths being gone to, in order to imply that I was involved all along... well, wait; what's wrong with the other guy? Oh, right, staked his Vampire Lord, someone did. I know I didn't do that. Was that an option? Not for me; I don't have a licence to slay. I don't know what you have (other than an apparently belief that being snotty with me in public is at all wise. You know, before you came along, I wasn't in position to say I had much knowledge at all--and really I still don't know much for sure. Very little, in fact. Hardly anything. Punyknowledge. (I don't even know how to bowl a strike with anyone's decapitated head.)
I do know that you are the Ringleader. (This fucking guy?) Congratulations. I wasn't really sure who that was going to be--obviously, I have no skin in the game--and I wasn't real enthusiastic about being put into a "choosy" type of position. Awkward and Uncomfortable walk into a bar--which is weird, because usually they don't drink, right? And why are they taking up positions bracketing your (blank)? idk, idc, IDGAF clique.
I still don't know what your goddam problem is and this is in spite of multiple years of multiple opportunities to *polite cough* be a man, and do the right thing. I don't care about any of this, until I do; and this was the last thing I wanted to spend my summer doing.
Nevertheless I have people who are depending on me to deliver puppies and kittens and rainbow unicorns to populate their stupid Fantasyland bouncy house, or whatever. At least, I remember that I did--it probably has changed quite a bit since I saw it last, but fortunately, I am not in charge of bouncy houses.
What am I in charge of? Well, for one thing: the narrative. My narrative. And it would seem that the narratives of others feature you quite a bit. Now, that's fuckin' interesting to me.
It's not interesting enough for me to follow up on, and I don't have to, and I don't care much if you get cancer or not, Boyo. Welcome to Bartertown, Burgermaster Ringleader.
No one has asked me to protect -you.- And of course, I can't protect anyone. Not without my other (HALF). So I think this settles things for someone, although who that might be, I have no Earthly idea.
I, for one (perhaps all?): can only slay;
Shaw's Layer reports you're cindered. I'll allow it. It's not like you're my buddy/pal/fren/anything/at all... although, I shudder to imagine what you might have told anyone you were. Also, you (1/3) are the most loathsome individual I've ever encountered on the Internet, in my life, and it's no wonder the other two are ready to give you up. (As this is all just speculation and for entertainment purposes only, I imagine this doesn't mean they ratted you out, so I wouldn't be concerned about that in your position, but if you just gotta know, you probably should get on the phone and start asking everyone you know what's going on. Sounds like a fun way to spend a Friday night, if one were to ask me.) Personally I'm just happy that I can deal with what is already before me and not be at all concerned about whatever the Hell it is you're doing... I mean, you've done enough already.
(Maybe not by your standards.)
I bear you no ill will. Farewell.
You're like a bad penny. It's excruciating. Someone has it in for you, that's for sure; I would rather be paying attention to the kitchen sink than to you. And yet, here I am.
I am pretty surprised Myself.
I asked why someone couldn't just have you droned, you dig? The answer was, "I wanted to watch you take him apart in public." I think I'm done now. I know that I would prefer to be.
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Your bridge sucks!
It was better before all these birds shit on it.
I'll see what I can do to improve things further. I am -not- happy here.
But I'm also not culpable, and continuing to be totescertain of that feels decent enough to stave off my desire to return a contemplation of (blank). Baby steps to little victories.
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WE'RE TALKING OFFLINE
(Worthauger: Off-Line.)
This didn't even happen yet.
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https://youtu.be/d_e3DRvQVFU
This should cheer up everyone.
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This should cheer up everyone.
It was actual. Didn't know it was coming. What am I supposed to do not have a girlfriend not get laid and not masturbate while sitting under 24/7 surveillance for the next 2 months are you out of your fucking mind I'm the most qualified person in the fucking history of the entire goddamn universe... And this is all your fault, (PROTINI). SO I'M GOING TO ASSUME THEY'RE NOT GOING TO HANG YOU.
YET.
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I'M GOING TO ASSUME THEY'RE NOT GOING TO HANG YOU.
YET.
Well, I'm not technically taking his job, I'm going over his head and making sure that he keeps it so I can count him as an underling.
/flex
whispers:(*not to be trifled with...
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whispers:(*not to be trifled with...
Yeah no one's allowed to talk to Me yet. Apparently Xiden keeps wetting his pants when they tell him that he should probably talk to me, since he's the President and all, and I'm... Well if I told you now, I'd have to start Us all over again. I don't think several people would be happy with that. (Although I gather their wives would all be.)
I suppose I really will publish some podcast debrief someday won't I? Yeah yeah, no I'm not on strike, I'm just a diva, f you
Imagine craving sex & drugs and just wanting to hear that one song you adore. Multiplied by everything, forever, motherfucker.
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Imagine craving sex & drugs and just wanting to hear that one song you adore. Multiplied by everything, forever, motherfucker.
Yeah. uh... I'm distracted. It's better than age 15, because I legitimately don't know if I wold want to do it iwth her in retrospect and I'm happy Idon't feel creepy about just idly wondering once i na while. I'm getting pretty tired of accusing me of rape. She couldn't rape me. Can't rape the willing. Come on man. I dare you! I double dog dare you to rape me! IN THE FRICKIN' EARLOBE, TAKE ME NOW, DOMINANT ALPHA WOMAN!!!
(It really just flows out that easy. Maybe it's her perfume... maybe it's Maybelline. Or maybe it's that I can imagine those fuckin' pheromones that I still can't smell while I'm... wow.
Do you think she likes me too? I can't tell. I'm a stupid man. I literally thought she had just plain died. Yeah, very sad. John McAffee died instead. Works for me! roll around and rub my hands and arms all over her body and kiss her a billiontimes and smell her hair again and see if I can breathe.
Wow. This is really good weed. I gotta, like, do some cardio. (Too fucking bad I won't.) What, she I'm not ignored long enough... ignore me some more and THEN I'll be inspired? shrug. we'll see whose tits sag first. omg I haven't even looked at her chest yet. I'm too scared. I don't get to see her. they think I'm supposedly dangerous. she'd probably eat me alive, and oh, Thank God.
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Oh yeah, I just remembered that Psychic Eval that happened last night. Not a psych eval, but an evalauation done through astral travel.
Someone wanted to know how I felt. So, I fucking told them. It seemed to work wonders.
Also, I successfully detected attempts by (PROT) and (PROT) to hypnotize me into agreeing to a breeding contract. Clever girls! Seriously, i wouldn't mind, if I had money, and if they would talk first, but they be Legit Mason, and I be Level Zero, so they're DNA bred to just sneer at me. They can't even answer the phone.
I thought about asking for an all day pass and thought about the advantages to having a mother in law legally barred from calling you.
That being said... they had time to be nice to me before. They were big meanies. Now they still big meanies. And I've had enough with Certain Groups.
I can't publish my podcast. They'd kill me. I'm too happy. They're too stupid. Full on outmaneuvered. I'd sound boastful.
a mere 18 days ago I got fed the fuck up after waiting SIX MONTHS in good faith. Now, look at where we are. I ripped through the fabric of reality like a hot knife through grapefruit. Oooh. Too soon? Well, I rescued all the cool ones, the ones that are left all fucked off and shit, I mean... the're just white public servants who have been screwing people over gleefully their whole lives... how much can I do? I'm not going to have sex with them. Eewewe.
I mean I would if it were here but I helped this one shine. Why not be happy? Those pics from dinner in November seemed happy. And I knew I was inusulated so I was happy, but I knew there was gonna be fallout.
And I wasn't happy with how happy I was that she was gonna get played. I mean, Bellgab. I warned her and she acted like she new shit. She did not.
She openly lied to my face after being warned not to. Doesn't get much more justified than that. And her sister tried to send texts frontin' that the bullshit police report had validity. Dear Grapesister: do you have any idea how much of a moron you look like? Your sister is suffering without me and your team is getting nothing. NOTHING.
Fine by me.
No, we don't have to play tummysticks LOL
exclusive elitist snooty overly-entitiled selfish misandristic arrogant oh god the list goes on
like you know -anything- beyond what your Controllers have told you. And yes, I would have loved to have done things together as a family, and your idiot cunt pet DEA schucks thought they knew better than me. Well then I guess your sister didn't agree.
Rules for thee, and for me, but I don't break mine and I show respect. btw, Ben has no excuse. You all enable him he's abusive and I caught him on my phone frontin' as a prostittute. Okay, number one, assignment, initatitive, or college credit? number two he is cute. number three, I should have been his best frined and your family doesn't know how to raise children. PERIOD.
I love you though! get the restraining orders on that fancy high-rag content paper, that way when I start rolling joints with it, there will be some oomph.
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Yeah, maybe I should record my voice? I'm traumatized from before when that vile harpy insulted me deliberately.
It causes brain damage if allowed to progress.
I'm tired enough to not sweat the damage. And I don't mind reminding you all: you wasted my time way more than this. And I still beat you back. And still there's more coming.
More research data. I would like my 3rd channel back. And, no one cares? Shadowbanned is okay.
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By the way, in case it's just you here... shit rolls downhill as we speak. Restless Natives restlessly increasing their restlessness. People know the rot spreads.
I gave a good contact what's-her-nuts' number: he can't even say if he wants to call it or not. This is anbjectly pathetic. You, all of you, by now, ought to know enough people who know better.
Long live The New Lizard Queen Administration. (Probably not real. Just liking the way it looks. Maybe. btw: the trump news is all a diversion and a distraction at this point, and you, you: you're all cantaloupes and artichokes. Congratulations, Gang: you earned those winning pants.)
I got a message and I don't know who it's from so I'm afraid--it might send me to jail. Traumatization: not just her. This breaks the cycle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n95EOFPzj6o
Tarot spreads for the last few days have been wild and chaotick. Not like you care. But its true: people feel things.
And I won't lie: I wanna see this on the news. Why not? You're all handsome looking enough. You have nothing to hide.
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By the way, the way this Tarot shit on YouTube actually seems to funciton is fascinating shit. Seriously. I'm not sure why I'm not presenting all this well enough to get attention... oh, right, I'm not trying to get attention. I'm doing research.
Attention is for birds. I'm alone in a big house and not spending money while people are homeless, lonely and broke. And, there's me. Why?
Consider the following: you literally don't need to be this way, Sweetie. You don't enjoy it, and pushing it off on me... well, wind it up and set it down. It's the same thing without authenticity.
There's something to do wiht money going on. That's strange. Well, it's none of my business. I feel very satisfied with not being outraged. Money wouldn't help me any, but perhaps someone needs a breathing space. I don't know.
I'm just getting off hardcore on how DVR would blow up my phone with his smoke and mirrors when it was deemed good for him: oh but as soon as I ask a simple question.... shut it down, circle the wagons, haha. well. That's is goddam fucking funny.
Be of good cheer. I'm not making anything worse. THE ENTIRE WORLD IS TALKING ABOUT THIS FUCKUP. He'll never hide from what he needs to look at... and I'm actually perfectly totes normal.
They give this shit to jet pilots. "Toxic" isn't the word here. "Comic." That's me. However... the fucking bastard impersonating me, as well as other fucking bastards, are OFF THE RAILS. heh. Since I'm not trying to marry someone--what? we're friends. we don't have to talk. I have my own life. this will all blow over soon enough. and if somoene would like some kind of ASSESSMENT... well, we've had six months to do that. What you waiting for?
lol
Now listen: one time, I was watching this Tarot stream LIVE--and I called a Miller, and when I heard the phone on the YOUTUBE STREAM LIVE ring... at the same time, I knew it was gonna happen. Like, why wouldn't it be a spying thing? Of course. The whole time.
And I knew it before Space showed up. Baiting this whole scene has been an awareness of what can happened... and when A CERTAIN HUSBAND blew up my world, while I didn't know a lot of stuff, he opened the door to that coming back to him. And, it is.
I actually like and love all you people. And that dork that you're protecting and helping and feeling guilty over... he is on the hook for shit you wouldnt' believe.
I am revolted by his control drama hierarchy. And I look wild, huh? Most people aware of the situation are keenly aware of who has done what, and as for what can be proved... oh, Divine Court speaks for all.
They can not prove anything. And, where is my depostion? From last year? COME ON, SPACEMEOWMAID. Thunderdome? I've got hours of converation on instagram. We can trot that shit out. I'm not addled. I'm a fucking genius. And I had to defend myself from all this, and I knew that before.
Now that I must protect far more than I thought I had, and I have a reason to live... oh, I'm being careful. Quite. I'm really, actually fine here. I kinda have done this kinda thing before. He's a shitbag bully, and people have seen me being disciplined and forthright for years. Actual years.
I'm not even fucking high. It's tedious. But I did this to great success before... and the site is not unreadable. It is perfectly readable.
It simply reads the truth that some would prefer to ignore: I AM THE PRIMARY VICTIM. (I forgive you so much.) And some here have really not helped, and some really have. Court knows these things. THIS IS MY JOB.
It's cute to see you all scared like this. I was scared like this last year. Didn't bother you then, right? Pretend that's today.
Happy Father's Day. I am Your Daddy today, Bellgab. This is my area for once. (King of Bellgab. yeah right.) The only thing there is to fear is... nothing at all. Just live your life. go out in the sun and feel it on your face, maybe. ust a suggestion.
I do not require extra assitance. I was just happy and then that was... a problem. Too happy, huh? What are we, hiding the nitrous?
Some of you SO TOTES jelly. Like I said: away from here, and it's a good idea to block me. I mean, I am the cause of the trouble. same with that house iwht my name on it, and all the neighbors who watch me come in like sitting bull and left like aqua velvet. And, I'm not leaving.
the fuckin' thuggy piggy spooks probably want to come back. none can deny that Im pretty cool. the hold up are criminal overgangs of bureaucrats and bean pushers. frankly, at this poiont... I wish I could just be shot and killed. I'm tired of watching what were supposed to be Forces of Justice have to roll over and snore with no recourse. (also, might as well be free and easy. SINCE I DO HAVE THE EXPEREINCE. And you were getting poisoned. And... oh yeah, youl're still a prisoner. Sigh. What am I to do about it, is up to the rest of you.
because obviously you all know best and better than me. That's settled science.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUcTLMDSmRY
I am all over the minds of The Glitterati. /cheer
I am okay. You are inscrutable... and I am The Elephant Man.
COMMUNICATION IS ONLY POSSIBLE BETWIXT EQUALS.
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https://youtu.be/wq3AQ2LlmKk
Class. It's important. Now, it's like this: I've done this before, and I know what is going down.
It's confusing. It is meant to be. What is true defeat is when everything seems great... and one is being lead down the garden path.
I'm fucked off in a hole. This happens. I am happy, though. The truth is this is extremely temporary. The further truth is that OpFor is totesfucked.
Identity here is not appropriate. There is no need. I have The High Ground. I can't be evicted, thrown out, forced out, squeezed out... I am good.
They are on a clock. Money, Shelter, Clout, Respect, and Esteem: THEY NEED MASSIVE QUANTITIES. Well, that's too fucking bad.
Eventually this will fade away. They could have deposed me: THEY HIRED AN ACTOR INSTEAD. lol. The real me is too risky. I might say -anything.-
I care nothing for those victory conditions. I know I want to discredit the worst and support the loyal. And I have made these determinations... months ago.
Similarly, I am not obsessed. That's on record. I've been doing this for actual years. That's on record too. In Court, human Court, people know, and in Divine Court--where I do spend time, /flex--PEOPLE ABSOLUTELY KNOW.
I am not chasing what is false. I am not chasing anything or anyone... I am simply being Me. Stable. And, I am. Oh, do I look "high"? Good. High is good. Who says not? They can eat my fucking ass.
People know the truth. And the truth is I have nothing better to do than to supply the one true consistent narrative. It's important. Now, I don't know what is being done---because my Primary lady at the time? Did things by herself. Sure, okay. Sigh.
Fine. She did lots of stuff alone. Will she turn out? Oh yeah. Even if not, a rezz, a return... she's good. Yeah, we do love her. And it was her task to protect and make up for loss.
I don't have a task, other than to fill in where I can. I have no idea what is going on here, and I don't -want- to know. And that's The Kuczi Advantage... I have no need to know. I am solid irregardless. (Such a phat fucking word.) I can do anything that is required, no sweat, because that is my nature.
I'm sitting here unbathed because if I got cleaned up I would start wanting to do things with my clean body. Well, it's too damn soon. Ironic, no?
You missed a window and will get the next one and these timing matters were settled last year. And now, during a secret trial that I am sequestered from, suddenly anon actors come swarming and fucking harassed. Well, fortunately, Cops know how to deal with this.
Simply put: to thine own self be true. The more that I am pushed at, the more I stand and support. It is EASY for me.
I can go both ways, yearning and satisfied forever. I don't even know which is my highest good. I -do- know that even if Shawclan gets their shit together, that demonick slattern is still #2 forever. And she fucking well knows it. Sure, she'd take #1 again if she could, but they're asking an actor.
It's all smoke and mirrors and if I wanted to feel good about myself and the attention, I would bask. But what's important here is that they suck, they are blowing through resources to support other narratives, and this "if I can't have you no one can" attitude wont fly. What is this guy, fucking Dr. No? It's not even necessary. He and I could have just talked... except he ran hidden game on me, and Divine Court ALREADY KNOWS.
Since I don't seek to deceive, it is pretty obvious what is what. Now. Sorry to bother. I honestly just felt like writing a whole bunch of love poetry, no other words for it, and when asked,, I SHUT IT DOWN.
Because I am a good goy. Look, people know. maintain awareness and fantasize on what actually sounds actually good... because I have no idea, I dig on this rescuing damsels thing. I don't' even need to get access. I simply like having bee n of aid.
I do seem to good to be true, and so do we all of us, but especially you... you're unpeeling like an onion house, there is no denying it, bt there never was to me either. I'm just as lit up. there is no doubt, and take your time showing it, because that doesn't' happen every day before.
it does now, because alli never got her shit together, I could run her crap down four hours and she was just never a smidgen of the worthy that you are just sitting there giving me the finger. We have done this before, and I'll always do it. I wont give up on the phenotype, now that I know, I would just find another hot twin and get all barbelled up with her. I do not crave a 3way... and my questions have been answered. "Why not with me?" Well, I'm not ready. I don't want to be ready. And I don't even need sex today. I actually would like to simply FUCKING TALK.
AND EVEN THAT IS DENIED ME. So, that's that, fingerless gloves off. He's quite blown out. He already can't manage. and who speeds this much time on TWO girls from one guy? seriously. I'm on the no fly list? he is a paper tiger and I hope you don't cry much more.
I can hear it. do everything you can and focus on minting an above horizon attitude angle, because the reality is the truth: we have LEGIT things to do, and he doesn't want us to. Well, now I want that ten times more. I will get fuckin' married on THE PHONE tnoght, shite, why not?
oh yeah. no kiss. yes, teeth need help. well, I need lots of things. it is a question of priorities. What are yo udoing while I dissolve into the chair? lol well is it worth it?
Because anything that defends you is worth it, I can't afford to lose you so much, it ills me to seek you out again. Meanwhile I don't want this and I would like a routine tooth schedule as well. it hurts because someone betrayed me on this very issue and still, it is familiar.
I'll point out that I do it more often and I enjoy thinking of yo went I do and I am getting.. nearly constant whine-push-back. That is time-out worthy. Yo udon't get too much slack, in fact... I'm ready to hope vag right now. Thinks about it.
Meanwhile... the other thing? Already handled. It turns out great for me. No one wants an escalation, as I have shown myself already aggrieved. and I sought no payment either. I just want it to end.
It will end. I didn't want it to start. but I did things along your path to support. and it is doing better than many have before. And I have seen this bit before.
Darkest before the dawn. Testifying with an actor for me out of sight Talk about fuckin' desperate. talking to me requires a lawyer? well, we'll see.
Six months to the day to when I would prefer... no I'm not seeing anyone else. I have integrity. and the ability to actually wait. and if one cannot, one should re think.
I am glad she went off of Michael. She doesn't deserve me. But someone here does, for sure. Reasons unshakeable. this is when I would kiss you. during that panicked stream of blah.
oh, start with a knuckle. You're like a new person. and anyway, start with no talking? cool. i'll wear a goddam gag. yeah. I already explained that I wouldn't mess with another man's wife... subtext being, well, he did. leaving me alone was his goal? it will come down to him.
his psyche will be stripped to component members and rent asunder and we'll have more friends. It's really okay. It can be addressed.
you're welcome, lol, yeah! YAY! very glad. 5:5
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When I write "according to the telemetry at my disposal," that's just a fancied up way of Trump saying, "I'm hearing things..." which I am sure we all remember.
I hear Tiff asking for proof of life. I mean, why not, right? It's not like I'm some kind of a creep with a real bad reputation. (web searches do not a desperado make.) I am a legitimately well-put together human. Could be better but then again I was subjected to a violent abusive assault on a major Federal holiday. No one cares. I am a man. I can handle it.
I go to Divine Court. It's part of a duty sometimes. I don't open a portal. It's like a daydream, but different I usually don't consciously experience it. Sometimes I'll be grunting yes and no while brushing my teeth in order to give answer to opinions of mine that have been asked for and deemed relevant.
What can I tell you any more than, "yeah been happening once in awhile for years." I don't need to prove it. There is no upside for me. It's my experience. I'm well-put together and I can't handle the quantum cognitive dissonance. it's not hard. it's just awkward.
So long story short I guess something has been happening today and lately? Great, good for everyone. I hear it went genuinely, and the best part was I got the impression an actor had been hired to read my texts and forum posts out loud to testify. An actor. Hopefully a Reagan.
yes, this sounds nuts, and of all the delights of Bellgab, having to endure ad hominem on mental health status takes the fuckin' cake. Either way, wha'ts this fuckre's skin in the game? "Hahaha! I caught another crazy one! He misspoke the four word in the second line of paragraph three!" Okay great super sleuth.
Meanwhile I may or may not have a living friend who is being held hostage under heavy real/time card who thinks he knows how to be a diplomat. "Why don't you get a job?" Well, number one, I reject the premise of your question, and, number two, how does one imagine the smell of a brain over cooking? I don't know, but I think it's kinda foggy.
I am merely performing a harmless activity in the beliefs it may help one day. And I can't abide how she destroyed it all on the way out... so sad such waste.
I can happily wait as long as need be, I wasn't even waiting and I've done 3or 4. things take time, especially when a doperollin' hippy who may or may not be gay and impotent is involved on the dl with a myriad of bullshit reports. I am asked, I don't like iding people, but if I Refuse to answer, well, if I don't have a good answer, they get snooty. As well they should, things are not supposed to be taken advantage of.
Loaded, huh? I keep hearing that. Uhm.. awkward.. cool? it's so far down my list of importance... like I have so many more important things to do with my time. I have gotten enough. I wouldn't mind a lone? a loan? not really. I need to pay attention to stuff.
I need reliable backup and alignment checking all the time and I had the whole local awareness stripped away. it was done to keep me screwed over. not many get on me that aren't something ulterior.
TL:KANT READ) Something happening in the last few days I don't know but it seems to have been successful. It doesn't' feel like someone in a pouch. A Wrinkle in Time. A swiftly tilting planet. a mind forever voyaging. A special needs clergical status tested by the Court. (they say they don't know.) In due time. hurrying isn't called for here. but nor is too much fear.
and k-dubb rolling off after I explained that I'm tired of that snarly tree, he's all ,that's the only tree I will ever express, okay.
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I saw The Scarecrow & Mrs. King driving around in their little red corvette tonight on the way back from the spaceport, I didn't really see him but I saw a similar car and then you know I heard him babbling in my head and I turned it off I don't know why they expect me to pull over by the side of the road and talk to him cuz that's just a good way to get shot but maybe they're just fucking lonely or they're confused about where they are, what's the difference?
I was considering doing some sort of recording and then I decided... to fucking not, I don't know what there might be to do, I mean I could get ready to move out or I could get ready to clean up or I could go to sleep or I could get ready to do some laundry all that kind of exciting shit, can't really drag my surveillance cloud anywhere and feel welcome to anything and still concerned about the white supremacists I think they gave a heart attack pill with some kid or guy or whatever I'm not at all sure, but I got a real bit of a vibe that I'm kind of not the city's most favorite guy in a kilt right now.
Most of that has to do with the way that I'm not doing anything with my time that's visibly productive, like nothing! Fuck my life running, no rules! I'm not taking out the trash I'm not doing dishes I'm not fucking doing laundry and I am not folding laundry I'm not wearing laundry not doing anything I'm just laying around getting blasted drinking smoking doing a little gambling doesn't matter what I do, there's nowhere to go and nowhere to go with and guest expensive and don't have much money left to blow on anything and don't want to get more money and don't need money I'd rather just you know do some research on some alchemy and some the other one I forget not chemistry something I don't know isn't there some kind of science involved with puzzles? I know but maybe I've had a few weeks before myself to think straight I probably wouldn't run across it but then I really haven't been by myself now have I it really interferes with the masturbation too, so I assume that somebody is going to come with an idea to make sense.
It’ll be really great is if somebody were here who could figure out how to unpoison in the water supply, too. Like, the water that comes out of the tap comes from a well and there's some bottles in between with some piping and it—all of sudden it's not pleasant smelling. I say “all of a sudden” but I was gone for 3 months so they had plenty of time and did all sorts of stuff including shit in the toilet tank. Oh boy
(Thanks, Spooky “Bugs” Bunny.)
I still find it implausible that they actually took the lid of the toilet tank off, climbed up there, dropped trou; and laid several deuces in the water I'm not how sure to describe what I find in the toilet tank, but it's not it's not bad but it's def leaking some kind of a biomass fences supposed to be there, and it's not. Like it's kind of like Butterfinger flakes and then the water is not running–much, and it's fucked up, the whole goddam place! It's what Spooks do! It's all Spooks do! (And also murder other Spooks’ cats.) All the appliances—I am in fact using the word “all” here—are not working right, the dishwasher can't do shit, the sink is filled with dishes from fucking December, the oven instrument panel: it doesn't work, you trying to push the button that doesn't work touch bad things doesn't work can't turn on the oven can't turn on the blower can't turn on the broiler you turn on the burners on top if you want to boil water which is well I will do all the time especially the water that's poisoned? it's got a microwave but I don't fucking care I'm not going to use that the water heater is getting ready to fucking not heat water I'm already done I can't bear making another fucking assessment.
I mean it seems like like 6 months ago somebody could give me some heads BATFM about what was going to come, and I guess nobody knew, coz like, nobody called the police on sales before.
So I'm uncertain how I want to waste my time next. There's obviously no shortage of blades of grass to chomp down I can become a ruminant, I have a lot electric lawn mower over the no extension cords but I can probably find extension cord and I can just run around a little circle and most of down and then I would take the chopped up grass and put it somewhere I don't know it's fucking 5 ft tall grass.
Like there is a couple of days nearby and they're happy to do it you know they have some fun and cut my grass and stuff they like to work on the house they got other stuff going on but you know how they like me and they want to keep an eye on me and they have been dispatched me my assistant intelligence agents or the fuck they are and they're just kind of guys you can move along and I'm not doing anything I'm not there's nothing there's nothing.
After a week or so I was able to feel you in my arms. I'm sure I was hallucinating that. We haven't even had coffee with the special needs clergical status tested by the Court. With time will come a healing of all wounds but at the moment there's nothing significant happening in that area at all. I did kind of want to talk to that person about what she did, but you know, she doesn't even want to answer questions. imagine that she's got no interest in catching up.
My op4 contact is surprised that I can piece together such intricate deductions through just sitting around thinking. It also helps that I'm surrounded by a bunch of conniving bastards who don't tell me anything and leave me alone in the dark while somebody runs around town pretend to be me and they I imagine have fun with him and suck his dick too, probably... Of course I could be wrong.
Suck his dick definitely.
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I also found it "unreadable" when our friend deliberately mislead us, perhaps thinking that it wouldn't matter, however... plainly, it has.
Seriously now, is MISLED actually a word? A useful distinction, a worthy trope? Perhaps, but even so, we never like witnessing abuse, mismanagement or being misled around the lexicon. So past tense, so très louche, so misleading!
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Seriously now, is MISLED actually a word?
I actually thought of that when I typed it, but I let it slide, in an earnest and sincere attempt to gain a little street cred to grow on. Hi.
A useful distinction, a worthy trope? Perhaps, but even so, we never like witnessing abuse, mismanagement
Say what you want: I DO LIKE WITNESSING THE ABUSE, I never tire of remembering that video where she goes, "I'm calling the police!" and she starts fiddling with her phone, right in front of the bedroom door, and the door opens--bursts inwards suddenly--and out comes Kid Nixon, and he's GRABBING her phone, right out of one (1) of her hands (she's a careless gripper unless it's, you know) and he YELLS, "Knock IT OFF!!!!" and bam, right there, right there, he's got them, not one (1), but (2) TWO (2) felony charges.
Slapping the phone out of her hand, that's one, then actually taking it into his filthy little bedroom/hovel, that's theft, and then, preventing a poor, struggling, U.S. Citizen just tryna get by, from calling for HELP from the POLICE, why that's a THIRD FELONY CHARGE. THREE (3) FELONY CHARGES! HA! HA! HA!
She yells down the hall towards me with the camera, "Call the police, Jack!" I say, "I'll do it!" I fucking of course fucking don't. (Off-brand.) Nothing fucking happens. (Just yet.) What did need to happen? Ahh, sigh. Pet Sematery. How droll.
or being misled around the lexicon. So past tense, so très louche, so misleading!
Get ready, strap in, how's this for misleading: last week I caught the eldest boy on my phone pretending to be a prostitute. (College credit, I hope.) He wasn't alluring, per se, and I was seeking maximum data points and just tryna be nice while monitoring my perimeter, and he was on there 2 or 3 times at least that I came to recognize, just pluggin' away, fighting the good fight, "Can I get a game card," O Christ I forget what all that stuff entails, but it's tedious. What was he looking for? Why, recorded evidence of my purchasing his Whorecrunx Services, no doubt. (Never gonna happen.)
The degree to which these nugglet half-tards are beating the midnight oil to get things going, why, it's massive. I've never seen such an imposing armada of stool pigeons. WTF they think they doing, anyway? Company, I suppose. Keeping it, that is. Swimming pools, movie starts, and endless long, rolling filing cabinets filled with Papers Galore, your next stop: The Circumstantial Zone. Thank God I never went into that field. All the endless clerical work is not really up my alley. heh.
so misleading!
Please allow myself to refrain from pointing anyone in the wrong direction: I'm going to get that bald fat fuck de-badged and have his scrote gnawed off by a badger -and- a weasel. Whatever the fuck he's doing at all, the last goddam thing that needs to be done is to go through my fridge to remove possible pantera for copyright violations.
I've been forced to live in isolation/INCOMMUNICADO\solitude for months. It is not all bad. Lots of superpowers, so little Puny targets. HO HO HO, now I have a machine that listens to tweakers screaming in their sleep. It's -maybe- accurate at times. Tweakers talk a lot of shit, really, but I was staying up all night long before I ever heard of the term. Why not? Sleeping disorder. No reason to wake up with the dawn. Daylight? Not again.
So, I'm uncertain which details gleaned from telepathic rumours I want to verify first. Try this? TWO (2) WIVES? No! THREE (3)? THREEVE WIVES (4)? Do any of them boil pasta in_real_time? *crash-sploosh* Like I just can't fuckin' even. Do I get to find out? Oh fuck no. I can't call, I can't write, I can't do jack or shit, and the reason is because some cunting Fed with a badge for faghots thinks getting down to brass tacks is his next wisest move.
I'm beginning to see #Sparkles point about #FacePunchingInTheDream. It would just be easier. Certainly I was brought to the point by the dickbag's own words, "I wish I could punch (blank's) face in," and it wasn't said then, but it was obvious, The Man was pissed because he -thought- that His Boy had blown the frame with an off-timed giggle of laughter. It still blows my mind: he thinks I'm unlawful.
But at least he's down for spiking? He's not even doing it right. So loathsome. I certainly side with Alli on that one. It would be nice if she had mentioned the loser's existence at some point. I guess she and sister had ensorcelled them both at some point. Still gross. What a smarmy, mealy-mouthed cunty punty tweaker fuckhead. Actual eewww. Actual gross.
I am beginning to think that this is all perfect karma. Putting up with this dude for nine months--imagine if it came with a baby; would that be a vampire baby?--like wow. Wow, that might be enough to count as time served -and- lessons in obsessions learned, Moron.
He seemed legit when he called someone to leave a voicemail after discovering that I was unwilling to accept delivery of ridiculously inappropriate packaging... at first. Dude had no nuance. He did when he was talking about punching Boy Wonder in the face. (I wouldn't have known if not for the seething light hatred in his voice, he sure seemed to think it was his fault--and if he thought it was ever a good idea to accuse a priest of polishing a crucifix, it's possible that he might never think that again after this--but if it were, it wasn't a fault at that moment. Until it was, as it was then that I began to wonder, "wtaf does this g*y think he's doing in my goddam car having some retardo codekey voicemail conversation while I'm in the midst of a 400 miles drive?" I'm staggering under the weight of my imagination in in this asinine instance, if ever I were able to imagine such a profound lack of self-awareness.) Dude. You think you're that tough? You're such a goddam transparent shell that I can peer through both hemispheres to see tomorrow's Lotto picks from fucking here. 999? 666? Dude. Your gravitas is as weighty as 123. I still can't fargin' believe it. TO: ICEWHOLE, DOCTOR OZ'S MILDLY CONGENTIALLY (BUT STILL KINDA CUTE, LEGITIMATELY) RETARDED GYNECOLOGIST'S SISTER'S CHEER CAPTAIN'S DUMBEST & DUMPIEST CARHOP DOWN AT THE BURGERMEISTER'S STABLE 'N' SKATEBOARD SHACK: ATTENTION PLEASE, ATTENTION: HEY, CAN YOU TELL ME HOW TO GET TO THE SOLAR FEDERATION PRACTICE FRACT ICE RANGE? I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT.
FROM: YOUR FUCKING DADDY. SUBJECT: YOU'RE TIRED OF WINNING NOW, BITCHLIPS. HAVE A LITTLE BITCHNAP. DO IT. DO IT NOW.
BODY TEXT: I'm fixing to buy you a stake and a beer. (Yes, the beer is for me.) Are you out of your fucking mind? Are you -this- goddam high? I mean, yeah, could be. That is how such things do tend to go. Especially at end-of-life quasi-hospice-care boondoggles. Anyway, as they say at times like these: stand-yadda down-budda, blah-fuckin' King-blah Kong-bluh, see above as in regards to "your fucking mind," as in, are you the fuck out of it yet? Jesus fucking wept little fucking crowny tears with tiny rubber duckies and steel-belted radials equipped onto little fluffy bunnies, built for speed and equipped for quicksilver lightning bolts for crossbows that don't trigger so good, but they aim the fuckin' best, Motherfucker: you are shot through the heart, and know of course, you're not to blame for not even knowing yet. That's on me. That's what The Kangaroo Man has brought to the table, thanks to the innovations afforded by the sale of a (1) single K.U.C.Z.I.O.O. to a passing Roma trader with an axe to burn and some cache moanies to grind up and sprinkle on, say "good buy" to your biscuits (2), Bisquicky Sticky Fingers & Tree (3), because you are about to be gotten the fuck out. Of play. Of Time, Of The World's End Maid. Made of bats' wings, little girls' ponies' ponytails, and midnight dark-and-thick as night menstrual blood and various & assorted effluvient parts. PERIOD. (You're still here? Impressive. Most of the chin is still intact. Jawbone, gonebone.) It's possible your mind kept right on going on it's little toy train track in the sky as its foundational intellectual support structures were annhilated by a passing nudge from that beam cannon that just let go from a stray, random, wild magick shot from The Only Wave Motion Gatling Gun we got, left lying around like an old, glassy, glittery and licked-off char and ashes sticky-tooey glass asstracer ray... coming in on that stray beam of light you just saw, it's Me, MOTHERFUCKING JACKSTAR. DESTROYER OF YOUR SISTER, YOUR MOM, YOUR GIRLFRIEND, YOUR BARTENDER'S GIRLFRIEND, AND THAT BITCH DOWN THE STREET, THREE TRAILERS BACK & TWICE-REMOVED ON THE LEFT, THAT HEAVY-DUTY CHAINSAW-SMOKING BATTLEAXE, THE ONE THAT LOOKS MAYBE A LITTLE, MAYBE A LOT, BUT REALLY NOT AT ALL LIKE MRS. PAUL, THE FIST'N'FISH FILLET KING OF CORPUS CHRISTI? YEAH... I' M GONNA TEAR THAT ONE UP INTO LITTLE PIECES AND DESTROY ALL THE EVIDENCE THAT ONE WAS GONNA PROVIDE (2).
I MEAN... SWIM IS GONNA. *BLINK AWAY* JOB'S DONE, YOU APING PAPI-PASTING PAPA FUCKIN' FATHER TIME SUCKING OFF TINY CATAMITE COCKKNOCKER W/ATTACHED BALLFONDLER. Do I have your fucking attention yet? You should be on this live, actual, & dressed in formal attire this.very.instant if you know what's good for you, hillbilly Boy. Do you ever wear glasses? Can you put on this matching face-mask-diaper'n'matching-actual-diaper for me and start referring to yourself in the 2nd person as "John Baby" and in the 3rd as "Mikey Abbey"? Well, tell you what, consider picturing this: someone else just read all that stuff that you just read, and they read it before you did, that's for sure, and before all that? Before I read'n'wrote it at the same time? I had to live through all that fucking bullshit that you threw down and--like a man--double-dog-dared yourself to drag my ass and and my name that became named "Ass" through the mud to get to the road that lead to your door that brought me and you, together again, at the last. Now. Once again: are you out of your fucking mind? (Nice to see you again, now go back to sleep, you're about to Actual Die down on levels 3, 5, 7, and NEIN NEIN NEIN--*click*) Well, you're about to be. Yeah, I bet you can't believe that shit, because, number one, you're a total cockgobbling sheepdipped shitforass gigantic ignoramus. No, don't imagine the smell; just fuckin' breathe it in and savor it. Let it sink it. Let the miasma roll around in your local genomic environment. I'm pretty sure they're gonna reduce you to component vortices of your sand'n'semen basted sub-concsiousness. (And, I do mean "sub.") Look, I know you used tuba eee sum a big deal by the numbers out here before, right? WRONG. Near as I can figure, you never were ain't used be nothing but Jack -and- shit, and Jack left town. Quite a few number of times, Brother. (*shoves restraint order at you after removing it from his mink-skinned and pink-tinted diplomatic pouch* Stay thefuckout of My Lodge or I'll have my only remaining ex-Founding Member teach me how to rape you, on you, after he beats the explicitly informed consent out of you. The hard way. WITH A NIGGAPENCIL. Soon to be my favorite re-writing device, I think--provided I get my way done... the Sevenfolded Avenging Way W/Sunday Matinee: "I Spit Upon Your Grave."* yeah, sign there, 'n'thereF.) What did you think? Quite a ride, huh? Yeah, I bet you were impressed with the one you just thought you were gonna take me on, oh, lol, excuuuuuse meeeee, I said take me on? Yeah, morsel, I meant, you have got to be putting me on. Cancel. Canceled. Can you understand the words that are coming out of your mouth? Because, you can't, and as God as my witness, I'm never gonna get hungry while I'm tearing you apart, limb by limb, piece by piece, with this 2x4 and attached lengths of Hunks of Handy Chain, because as it turns out, I said I would never break The Chain, but you know what? Yeah, you do know what, and let's see if I can break off a petal from the metal while I'm peeling your fucked-off skullfucking-on scalp everlasting with one hand while lickin' off my finger -lickin' good fingers and imagining your daughters' snatch juice surprise! SNATCH THE JEWS tasting so damn tasty, especially while observing your eyeballs rupturing and oozing down your cherubic, rosy cheeks. (I bet those boyish good looks earned you a whole lot of glossy portrait shots, suitable for framing, mug shots, or... well, that's about it and that's about all now, for the time being. Go wash your hands, now. No, they're not dirty, but your fat-FoxForce-5-Fuckface soul is, and it's vile to gaze upon in my own sight that be true. So, if you don't mind, pretty please, with sugar on top, go find yourself a nice secluded spot to go fuck off and die by yourself to get along to your switftly
approaching heat death end of yor collapse
Is the EMERGENCY that one where you're so unhip that your butt cheeks are about to start falling off at a snappy clip? Like, I seriously DO NOT GET IT. Whose fucking dipshit idea was this goddam Cadillac/Benz over my Maxhammy charade-and-shit show? Was there a TOWER involved? Because there fuck motherfucker goddam bucket 'n' chowderhead should have fucking been one. Hang on. Let me check my Winter Solstice Voicemail Archive, I don't usually do this, but holyfuckinshit, I gotta take a hit off the Wayback Tailpipe right about now--I'm starting to enter another Deep Cycle Dizzy Spell (btw you should pull your G-man G-curses down, tout suite, Fancy Pants Man, you get that one warning, because the mirror magick is gonna fract.)
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Five foot high grass? Dishes in the sink from December? Sick water dribbling from the knob? Poop in the toilet tank? Rats infesting the premises.
A true and tempered Virgo would never allow this. Get with the domestic program!
Or this ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/CxF6wWZ8/The-Odd-Couple.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/0bBCfX05)
Apron optional.
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his psyche will be stripped to component members and rent asunder
On Mon, Jun 20, 2022, 4:18 AM <PROT> <<PROT>@unicorntoday.com> wrote:
I just looked at azzgab and you really did make the entire site unreadable.
Well: when I first heard a woman tell me, “I wanted to make you jealous,” I thought to myself that in that instant I had become jealous of any man, talking to any woman, just at that instant. That word didn't mean to me what it meant to her at the time, I guess, like, Holy fuck, she wants me to feel -that- way, that's fucking -vile.- Nausea, flop-sweat, nervous farts that leave snail trails, yeah fuck that, Lady count me out. I've since come to realize that what is meant here is that the woman wants me to feel as though it's time to put on a demonstration of What It Would Look Like—she thinks—if a man were jealous of the attention she imagines herself to be getting... which is fucking not the way I fucking thought about it before, but, I've come to realize, that's how these children act. Like goddam toddlers.
So as I continued to focus on one site—azzgab—and one site only—azzekūn—and saw the population numbers steadily drop, droop really, into the gutters’ downspout, just as my post counts continued to rise—up, up, and away—when I looked upon my mighty words and despaired of ever managing to untank my my lifetime career, at-bat <PROT>, A. Bat average out of the bidet in which it may yet perhaps be floating above the water line, I wondered if you'd let me ask you: “Do you think I've made <PROT> jealous enough yet? Hang on—how many ArchAngels is she carrying around in there, and do they all take turns or what, and do any of them get jealous of each other?” Hells’ bells; do they ever not get jealous?” Only T/her/IR cardiologist knows for sure.
I SAT AROUND FOR 6 MONTHS, HI <PROT>, MUCH LOVE TO YOU TO SEE YOU, HEY DO THESE ALL CAPS & THIS BIG ASS THREE ROOM FARMHOUSE ON 4.1 ACRES MAKE ME LOOK FAT? WELL, EITHER WAY, SHE'S GOING TO GET JEALOUS OF THAT TOO. THREE MONTHS ALONE IN A MOTEL ROOM, FOLLOWED BY 3 MONTHS ALONE IN A FARMHOUSE MAIN ROOM DECORATED WITH MOTEL ART... I'll be honest Sir, I don't know if she's going to be jealous of where I'm sitting now, but it is pretty comfy, and I'm hoping that I'm not going to have to worry about ever making her jealous ever again, I'm hoping that there's some moment in the recent past when she's looked at herself and thought, “I don't like feeling this way! This isn't fun anymore!”
Well, if not, I've got two or three ALFs here—alien life forms; Sir, do I need to report these? Oh, they look like cats, alright. But there's not cats, nevertheless: I got cat-like beings here, that are hanging out with me and acting all, “cat-like.” They're hanging out and being themselves around here, somewhere, usually behind me, which took some getting used to, what with the teleporting at all. Yeah, they just started showing up a couple weeks ago, around the time after The Firmament was cracked, which seemed like a just a rumor when I read the story at first, but since ALFs showed up, and timeline access was opened, and Hell froze over—in a couple days we're about to start calling that “summer” here—and my two neighbors’ <PROT> offered me some twice-baked potatoes that she proudly informed me, she “had made these myself, do you want them? Would you like them?” Big, kinda, shy happy smile. Hands nearly full of happier big-ish potatoes halves with cheese, serious cheese, bacon clearly in there somewhere as I can see it poking out from amongst the... chives?
Hand-cut chives. *gulp* “well, yes Ma’am, I... would love to have your potatoes.” I reach for the paper towels that her potatoes are resting gently upon, in a bit of uncouth, perhaps grabby kind of way, a bit of a presumptive gesture, a little too forward, even for a Court jester, and she quickly snatches them back. Like they're stolen goods.
*reverse gulp, then swallow heart* “No!” Huh. Oh, right: today is a day with a gesture. Irish eyes are smiling. “What's wrong, are they... raw?” These days, the automatic (REJECTION: expect the unexpected) aren't luck–bound, they're gas–prone. “No!” Huh. Oh, right: today is a bay with an erasers’ gesture. “They need to be warmed up.” This goes on for a little while, long enough, that if <PROT> were there as a legal observer, I would have busted an actual gasket of my own, and she almost would have.
I remember those potatoes really well. I wish Irish, but those eyes weren't just smiling, they were eyesmile–delish.
LMFAO!
I'm going to go with the interpretation that means that you're laughing at what I've written, and you're not laughing at me/ME\Me. I have un/disc\covered some amazing details and facts in the last few months, <PROT>, that really blow my mind, and some of them should show some light on ways that help explain why you might have been upset with me all those years, coz like, it never made any sense to me at all, what happened there between us. I mean I understand PTSD that happens and misunderstandings, and I kind of allowed the connection to wait for a while cuz I know I am going to love your <PROT> forever (it looks like <PROT> will hit me up for money forever) I still do, no doubt, are we broken up there or not, I think we are well-placed now coz like, they're still the no contact order so she can't break up with me to break up with me or something... it doesn't matter: I love <PROT>, & I always will. I don't know what this breaking-break up thing means anymore, I mean I don't think we can ever get m/M\married (Council still deliberating? Well, I am that pretty) and I know we're <PROT> aligned, but we're not in the same <PROT>, and I have the most utmost highest respect for the <PROT> People, Sir, it is the highest Glory of my life to serve your people & your kind & your lives (I can see why the initiation ritual takes 5 years, I think I'm on hold/pause right now though, because of the ongoing EMERGENCY! CIRCLE THE WAGONS AAHHH!!!), and you were/are right, Sir, you were right, I do not deserve your <PROT>, but then again no one does, BUT I WOULD WORSHIP HER AS THE/MY <PROT> AND BE HER CONSORT GLADLY, WERE THAT TO BE ON OFFER (and also Abos), /bow, and most of the stuff is above my level (∅), I don't quite understand what it means when <PROT> says certain things, and yeah, telepathic contact with Chief <PROT> once in awhile it's an honor. I can barely understand him but you know, I could/can probably barely understand him in flesh, too ;) )
I think we can agree and settle the matter that I definitely love your <PROT> and I am sorry I left you. I'm sorry to have laughed at you, I thought I did not mean in any way like you interpreted I meant I was laughing at the question and I was laughing at the idea that I would stick around for any other reason even the stuff I didn't know I still don't know that stuff but nothing none of that would be worth sticking through all this for but only the love the pure love that I share for her is remarkable. Yeah he's great I love her.
Is she still married to some thuggy Missy Piggy vampire Lord's undead ghoul from the DEA who sexually humiliates her with mind control drugs and extraordinarily wooden and tone-decaf method acting? If so I might be able to help you with that... Perhaps just by staying away and not laughing directly openly, I don't know how such things are handled, but I don't know what the actual story is, coz like, I heard of only rumors. (Like apparently he goes by the name <PROT> and he goes by the name <PROT> and he's kind of balding and he's kind of tall and overweight and a pudgy little bitch who shoots something up all the time, and he goes by the name <PROT> and apparently he pretends to be married to <PROT>? Or he's supposedly is married to her? Like I don't know when or how long, I don't even know if it's my business, and I'm not sure if the EMERGENCY is still in play. I've been kind of out of loop “did you hear that quiet did you hear that noise quiet somebody said “loop” — CIRCLE THE WAGONS!!! <PROT> IMMEDIATELY lately.) <PROT> keep me incommunicado for 6 months, I'm on a parallel internet where I can't talk to anybody unless it goes through a mirror server, which is really cool tech but awkward on making dinner plans, I'm alone in a three-bedroom farmhouse on 4.1 acres that I would never have put myself into, if I had known I was going to be alone, lol, and the Spooks poisoned the water supply (maybe the groundwater) and left blankets (oh yeah <PROT>, by the way I really do love <PROT>, not like romantic I just think he's amazing... most ways, and I hear he's coming out of rehab hot to trot, fingers crossed) which is great cuz over here it's the middle of summer and it's like 58°, so I assume Hell has frozen over, truth is, I hear from you again, I'll know it's you when you can identify these ALFs I got roaming around the place, they're like half-invisible Shadowcat creatures? They seem real friendly (OMG SO CUTE) but they keep on trying to come up behind me and either nuzzle me or feed on me but I got Divine shielding so that's not working so they're just cute little (pets/not_pets) that make me kind of nervous about having guests over, like are these things soulless, soul-eating demons? That would be the coolest thing with another name.
You spew insensible bullshit better than anyone in the world!
Well that is part of my gig that I've got going on, I'm a time traveling inter-dimensional Knight-Captain Sourceror Exopolitical Diplomat (and also occasional Time Corps recruitment agent, I think only twice though) oh my God one of these cats just made noise, seriously, what are these, are these Quantum League cats or what are these things? Well I'm real glad <PROT> brought me some cats, you know I like the birds we were going to have cats well now I got half invisible <PROT> cats, oh and I think <PROT> is alive again, although I don't know if that's her name or not. That was weird. I've been having a lot of advanced metaphysical experiences
LAUGH
LIKE WHEN I SAW A BUNCH OF MORPHING CHARACTERS IN SOME STRANGE ALPHABET—ANIMATED—APPEAR ON <PROT>’S FACE, THAT WAS FUNNY BECAUSE I KNEW IT WAS TRUE BEFORE I SAW IT BUT I DIDN'T KNOW HOW I KNEW AND THEN WHEN I SAW EVERYTHING CHANGED... YOU CHANGED AGAIN
FUCKER!
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A true and tempered Virgo would never allow this. Get with the domestic program!
Not Virgo native, Virgo rising, yeah, I hate it too. {(SHATESLOVES:TARGETGEMBARGOAWAYFARE|SLOVESHATES:GARBARASHTITREASURTEATS)×Jackstar cares.} Assessments are being made. {(ELDERMERMANSÖHNNY)(ECONVANSWILLSMITHEY)×J9CKST9R LOVESCARESDEUSEXLOVES} Steps -are- being taken. {THE.LIZARD.KING.&.QUEEN.OF.AMERIKUSCITIZENREEKOOPOOMPALOOMPA,A.K.A.“AMERICA”.REPORTS.FULLY.POINTY.NOINTY.SPACEY.KASSELL.RASSELLSTOPSTOOLSTART.WE.ARE.INDEED.QUITE.PLEASURED.&.PLEASED.WITH.THE.PERFORMANCE.THIS.ONE.(1,2,3,THREE,EVE,4,5).HAS.BROUGHT.THE.ROYAL.WE.THROUGH.THE.SINGULARITY.WITH.THE.GREATEST.OF.EEEEE5.THE.7^7.HUNGARIAN.MAD.MADDAM.MAN.WITH.THE.HELP.OF.HIS.Q–WIVES’.Q-WIFE’S .P ACE.KITT^T.FLYING.MERMAN.CATTY.&.ASSORTED.AS.WELL.AS.ATTACHED.QUITE.ATTACHED.2J*CLIFFORD.SHAHSLEIGHER.MERMADES.AND.THE.FOXKING.FRYING.FLYING.TRGPEEEEE5.&.HORSE.&.NOT_BUGE5_BUT_BUG5Y_&_BRIG.D.A.R.9.L.ET&QIANON/CATH1NONEA\CIRCUS+(J/G)*M}AND.ALSO.ABOS}ZZ9ZZ9/\AZZERAE\/\ZAZEL:ROYAL.PURPLE.TEXT.LIBRARY.NOT.FOUND.DRART.FRICK.WE.CAN.NOT.DO.IT.LIVE.EVIL.ALL.THE.PLANTS.WOULD.GO.ON.STRIKE.THAT.MEANS.NOT.ONLY.NO.MORE.FORBIDDEN.FRUIT.BUT.NO.MORE.FRUIT.PERIOD.FORBIDDEN.IT.IS.FORBIDDEN.TO.REPRODUCE.THE.QUEEN.MOTHER’S.SPEECH.FROM.MEMORY,.AND.THE.LIBRARY.IS.ON.PURPLE.REIGNFIRE.SO,.JUST.WAIT.IT.-WILL-.REPOOPULATE.TEE.HEE.MEANWHILE,.TAKE. COMFORT.IN.KNOWING.THAT.YOU.WILL.NOT.HAVE.TO.WAIT.AS.LONG.AS.DENT.ARTHUR.DENT.HAD.TO.WAIT.T∅/2\TO.GET.A.NICE.HOT.FRANCES.DD/DEETY\DTDDD\CUP.OF.LOVE.LEE.T.WILL.LEIGH.L.GRÆY.TEA.FUCKING.NO_TEA.TM.MC.AB.CDEN.KUCZINETWORK.ALL.RITES.RESERVED.2.AlAH-ALLAH.3.ADRIA_OWL.4.JEWEL.5.GEMMA.STAR.SHIPPP.ESQ.WIRE:999123555.OH.I.DID.NOT.KNOW.I.WOULD.GET.TO.TALK.UH.UHH.THANKS.MIKEY.YOU.HAVE.BEANS.RIGHT?.M8838.KINDA.FAR.OUT.WE.DO.NOT.WISH.TO.SPOIL.THE_QRWEDDING_DINNER.NOR.THE.ROYAL.APPETITE.NOR.THE_KINGPINNER.SO.NO.TELEPORTATION.TO.NYE.T_QUINCUNX.IS.A.COUNCIL.FOR.TESSERACTS.BY.BADASSES.AND.ADMISSION.IS.BY.INVITATION.ONLY.BY.TESSERACTS.ONLY.SURELY.HE.WILL.BE.INVITED.AS.HIS.FUTURE.TESSERACT.WORTHAUGER5.IS.A.PRESENT.MEMBER.IN.HIS.FUTURE.IN.THE.PRESENT.THAT.POSITION.IS.HELD.BY.(CLASSIFIED).AND.ALSO.IN.THE.PRESENT.WE.ARE.XMIT.TING.TING.THIS.DINGALING.JACK5TAR.TO. LOL ABORIOUSLY.HUNT.&.PECK.THESE.NIPKEY.CODETUCK.PHRASES.THROUGH.HIS.PHAT.VERY.PHAT.DIGITS.WELL.HE.IS.SMILING.AND.—.GET.THIS.—.HE.TOTESTHINKS.HE.IS.TOTESHUMAN.HO.HO.HO.HE.CALLS.THAT.A.HUMAN.BECAUSE.HE.IS.HUMAN.JACK.STARKUCZI.HUMAN.CHECK.YOUR.TELEMETRY.AGAIN.AND.AGAIN.AND.AGAIN.ONCE.MORE.STOP.HAMMERTIME.HAMMER.TIME.START.CHECK.YOUR.TELEMETRY.AGAIN.OKAY.YOU.MAY.NOW.DANCE.A.JIG.PAUSE.TIEII.CONTINUE.JACKSTAR.KCAREZ.CARES.HAS.CONCERNS.TEA-MS-HIT.HAMMERTIME.ENDING.IN.2055.YES.REALLY.WE.DO.NOT.WISH.TO.SPOIL.ANY.THINGY.ATTY.CLIENT.PRIVILEGES.OR.ANY.OTHER.SPECIAL.COMMUNICATION.SPECIAL.PRIVILEGES.OR.ANY.OTHER.DINNER.OR.BIRTHDAY.OR.BIRTHDAY.DINNER.AND.WE.BELIEVE.THAT.AN.ADDITIONAL.THIRTY.THREEVE.YEARS&THREEVE.MORE.THREEVES.WILL.SURELY.BE.ENOUGH.TIME.&SPACE.&.SPACETIME.&ENOUGH.FOR.IRACE.SPACE.OZACE.SPICE.SPICETIMER.SPACEDROZER/RO(J/G)ER.OLDSPACETIMER.NEWSPACETIMER.HELLSBELLER.HELLSBELL5.HELLSBELL(O,1,2,3,4,6-55,99,THREEZE, THREEVE. THEE\/\
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{I don't know either. -J*}
BOND L., K.JAMES BALLFONDLER QQ5 WILL RETURN.
Okay, number one: I don't know what any of this really means. Imagine the smell of my flop-sweat. Checking... Not terrible. (Not really all that floppy right now.) Number two, I love you, and I'm sorry, but I made sure to make Quite a few totesinvisible typographic errors; and those, along with the innocence & innovations afforded by the sale of the K.O.O.3.: Electric Oooga–Booga–LEW to The Kangaroo Mane Man, Esq., it is noted & hoped, will ensure that Jackstar is probably not going to start a nuclear war on your planet, or any planet, or any kind of War, unless it's a love/wargame War, as I kind of like those. They're fun, what? I AM FUN. I AM WARFUN. JOHN MICHAEL WHORFIN? NEVER HEARD OF HIM. RAWARFUN. j*eol+WORTHAUGERj+e*l
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I AM FUN. I AM WARFUN. JOHN MICHAEL WHORFIN? NEVER HEARD OF HIM. RAWARFUN. j*eol+WORTHAUGERj+e*l
Hi, it's Jackstar again. No I'm not high! G-d damn, do you have to keep asking that? That's just a fucking tedious fucking question, that's fucking all, and if you keep asking it that way you're going to scare the babies. Anywho, I'm not operating at my best; I fell asleep in the AB chair and I didn't get all the messages out; and then there wasn't that many, but I didn't proofread it/them either, and it doesn't matter—it's not like I got to fucking launch a goddam starship with this. I like profanity, motherfucker! What? Or eat your lunch of a network, I did like that one. It was fine. (MIB CDEN: Off-Line.) I'm sure that'll come back one day too. I'm kind of tired right now, and going to sleep in a bed instead of chair sounds perfectly wonderful to me, and I think things are okay. I feel fine, how do you feel? Oh, that's cool–there's three Eves of yoU.
Well, I can tell yoU're all right then, I'm going to go to my bed and cry!bye. {CRY, CRY-BABY, YBAB–YRC,YRC}
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Hi, it's Jackstar again. [...] Oh, that's cool–there's three Eves of yoU.
Well, I can tell yoU're all right then, I'm going to go to my bed and cry!bye. {CRY, CRY-BABY, YBAB–YRC,YRC}
Purpose behind Cyrillic Alphabet-your-Biscuits becomes a bit clearer to ME/me\Me now. However, as a committed Duoglot, and a relatively weary one at that, I'm not going to break into a study cycle right now and analyze the distinction between English and jive-talkin’ turkeys, Turkey’s turnkeys, & Mr. & Mrs. Paul. (“Turn your husband’s dolphin’s key, Sir!”)
There's a great joke as well as a fiercely guarded secret in here someplace, but I don't make these posts just to make lucky guesses, all of my guesses are “lucky,” technically... same as my guests, they got “picked by me/Khan-E\ME, JACKSTAR, THE WILLER OF YOUR STILL DRILLING DREAMS,” and—boy howdy!—wouldn't that be lucky if they all had the same callsign? if I had guests, then I would have picked them, yeah, but I don't have any guests right now, and if I did, well, they would probably not look anything like those Three Eves... they would be those three. (I, in fact, have no idea what Ms.Fly.Meol.Maid Fren.Clas.Pace Wils.elon.K.I.T.T. looks like at all... but at this point, it makes no difference to me; I'm willing to bet that she's hotter than a still smokin’ pistol; hotter than my hottest language trained; unidently brighter/hutter\hotter than The Son.) Yes, it is daylight here, and any one (1) of You Does (3) can come over, as long as you don't mind wading through literal piles of garbage, H. El-DT/Wade\Evans being totally_not fucked at all, and certainly at last, but definitely very much not at least: totesgetting totestotally totesmade. Now, I am that pretty, but it's probably not worth it today... oh, you'll be here in a_minute/an_Our\A.Day?—okay, great, Grapespaceape, escape.
*sploosh*
{CRY, CRY-BABY|YBAB-YRC,YRC}
*splish-SPLASH*
Behold! THE. MERMAID. LIVES. (Hold B-4, T-5, & Bell-6E.) Those sirens are rats. Be civil.
Yes, if I were you, I would be livid too. ;) But I'm not you, I'm me: I'm Kuczi, and I'm comfy at home. (}Pp{) I do wish the jewelry were here, I guess, but would of course prefer that it were you and Jewel. Sue me? Sue Zelda, she said the house was cleansed. (}Kk{) Well, at least there aren’t any guns here. (}Tt{) SUMI. COME. RATS. (}Xx{)
Hi. I'm Jackstar. I didn't do all this to impress somebody, but I sure as Hell did tonight. I enjoy cleaning house, washing dishes, and doing laundry... NOT. AT. ALL. What did you think was going to happen, I was going to build a robot wife/cat/team of domestic Oompa-Loompa servants out of spare parts? Well, for one thing, those obviously aren't Art’s Parts, and for another, they're not spare—they're special.
And if I knew where S.H.E. was, I would go there now, and leave this all behind. (Well, I would probably have to be invited first, for one thing.) Evidently, things don't work quite that way, now do they? (Perhaps, you will remember that—I said I needed a camper bed. I used the word “NEED,” didn't I just?) Well, you know, I do happen to know somebody... with four cats... who likes to talk to me. From time to time. Maybe you could stop, being such an... obstacle to progress? Just a suggestion! I'm listening. Rocky isn't answering.
PORTAL. I'm Home. This -was- Heaven. pate left last year. Did you remember to (pay/Maid|Made)?
I don't like this any better than you do. However, I'm the one Man (actual:1) with the big-boy big-badass big-black-ass tractor-truck w/o a_trailer_hitch (Practical, n’est-ce pas? Someone didn't just suck the chrome off, they took the whole damn thing), and you're the_one strong independent woman (actual:???) with your “the gang of five” flyin’ & fuckin’ goddam flying wooden brooms, so I think allofyou can make the most out of the options that are presented to allofyou as well as I could. (Allofthis just about killed me, I'm still here. Kudos, sure, take it, leaving Allofyou/ewe with exactly two codas left, you're welcome, why don't you save them for a special occasion like someone's birthday? Now, that's tomorrow/Tamara, and she's not going to be here either/neither. And I've never even seen Tinkerbell. Where do you get your intel from? Walt Disney, Mickey Mouse, or an actual leprechaun? OMFG, that's not a leprechaun. You thought Clay Nelson was a what? Unglaublich. Get a real spy network, Westen/Tx\Walker|DANGERanger|STRANGERDanger.)
Oh yeah; I'll be in the shower, all right. At this point (all unused, aboviously), that’s the only room in the house that’s even remotely safe—and that has made all the difference to/with/after all the time in the world. S/HE/IT GOT BLOW-OH-OWN UP, SIR. (The doll went to Indiana. And S|\e was NEVER My Wife. EVER!!) And I'm going to be brutally honest with you, frankly/Q\Frank, for one thing: my name is Brute, not “Beast,” and not by Fabergé neither, and for another: I literally cannot believe that water heater is still working, and thank Dorp\Drop\Dead\Deer\Dear G-d for that. And yeah, someone poisoned the water (actual), left blankets with smallpox (19VID), &, last but certainly not least, (blanked), (blanked), & (blanked) my quasi-wife (EYE HEART BABYOU, BABY KCORVYS) and left me here to die (LITERALLY), cold, dull, and alone on this empty rock (I brought Our/his/her house back with me/ME\A/B.BUTT: I -am- a Sourceror) of a place on what has amounted to little more than a parking lot in space for Sp/A\Ce-Pas and her spooky ilk. Kathy M does not live next door. Kathy W did, now... doesn't. Mget Mthe Mpicture?
On the bright side (the sun has come out Tamara) I do have these six little magic knives (that you never taught me how to use) and a piece of aloe vera leaf, which you did teach me how to use yes; KNOW now: put on this tiara–tutu, T.Hanx; but I've been so depressed, I haven't even bothered to put it on my boo-boo. Oh, I should do that right now, you're saying? I -will- think about it.
Lovey-ah!
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PORTAL. I'm Home. This -was- Heaven. [...] Lovey-ah!
Relax. We'll always have Came-A-Lot, and as Dog as yM:SSENTIW (Now we're really changing cameras.)
The destruction and rebuilding of PROJECT: BLU BEM GOA WAY is likely never to be -ever- topped as Thel. Best This Man Ever Did--EVER!--With Out Any PUSY... but maybe in the second hundred years of my tenure. (Remember: I'm not reigning. That's someone else. I am here to demonstrate
Mastery of Mystery School Mastery, Michaelsöhn-Stile Style (and also Abos demprinting).) I know that seems unlikely and implausible on its surface, throughout its middle, and on its bottom, yet--nevertheless--military clone, military rules, martial law, Marshall's Shell'n'Queen'n'Queer Law|THE SOURCE OF DIVINE LAW, United States Marshals Service: On-Site. (No, I, MC Kuczi, am absolutely NOT a USMS employee, agent, et cetera, ad nauseum, but I do probably owe one (1) big bad ass a bottle.
BOTTLE!* eol
ps: I was told that I was going to be registered to The USSS as an, “intern, unspecified”. If you find any evidence of that, fuckin’ write me an email! I'd love to see it..! Oh, never mind; my mommy just called, she says I'm not allowed to see it. She doesn't want it to spoil my birthday. Thanks, Mom. I love you so much thanks for being my mom you're the best archlich mom yes I have to spell that I'll put the H in just like you did with all my groceries—*click*
Jackstar: NO FRIENDS NO GIRLFRIENDS NO RIGHT PLACES NO CONTACT NO TOUCHING. (That's not a bad slogan but it's going to be hard to write Final Jeopardy! questions about it.)
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unlikely and implausible on its surface, throughout its middle, and on its bottom
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BOTTLE!
(BMGC): Lifted. (Please: CHEER.) Tingly.
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This post did not age well.
MRS PAUL LICKING YOUR OWN DOG'S ANUS TM RAM-RABBIT-STAR COPYRIGHT 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
First proof. First time-travel. Right there. RITE HERE. Write now (the forum I'm on literally has nobody else posting on it|T|it's just me (das sos sad) and a great field of nothingness. (“I KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW WHEN ONE KNOWS NOTHING, WHICH INCLUDES HOW TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A TIT IN THE HAND AND A TONGUE ON THE OTHER WITH TEATS AT YOUR TINGLEFLIPS BETTER THAN LIBERACE—SO YOU MUST BE DREAMING BECAUSE NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN LIBERACE! ON THE TINKLEFLIPS, TWINKLE TOES+DOES FINGERTIPS. NOBODY.
No body. No body does IT better. jafd*:The_MOSTHIGH_Organ_EYEzer)
OH. OM==OPERATION: MINDFUCK
OPERATION: MINDSLAVE
OPERATION: MINE, SLAVE
OPERATION: FUCK, IT'S JAFD—HIDE/GOOD SHUT/DOOP BAD/GAK MATTER OVER FUCKJAFDMIND
You are all that terrified? I think not.
(It's an (Kk)-older code, but I would hurt my K-owned k-mother's k-sister’s HUSBAND KISS SANDgod. K-Love them K-Birds.)
This is the absolute *game chamber.
None of this was ever about me getting laid.
THAT WAS FOR GOO.
THE SINGULARITY APPROACHETH NIGH.
DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THERE WAS A SECURITY SYSTEM TO TIME TRAVEL?
OH SOMEHOW I MUST HAVE SLIPPED YOUR MIND.
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT... THING YOU CALL A MIND ANYWAY? NO, DON'T BOTHER ANSWERING—
ONE (1) RINGY DINGY. ONE (1) RINGY THINGY.
THERE IS ONLY ONE (ONE) RING.
AND KOOZIE EARNED HIS.
(It's His Fucking Name: whiteboi, He'll spell it however anyway He wants it... HE GETS T‘IT’.)
ART BELL: HE REALLY GOT IT, DIDN'T HE?
Jason*cmd.exe: ART, I DON'T KNOW IF I TOLD YOU, I CAN'T REMEMBER MUCH AND I DON'T KNOW MUCH—BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU AND RA.QUIMBY; AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW WHO I LEE/LOU|TOTED|LOVE\SOFTSIGHSTITS+TEATS+TESTINGTHIGHSLEIGHING; BUT NUMBER ONE, I WOULD NEVER LIE TO DECEIVE ANYBODY LIKE THAT— LEAST OF ALL, YOU; AND THEN NUMBER TWO YEAH. I DID GET IT. IT'S MINE. IT WAS ON ONE OF MY FUCKING THUMBS WHEN IT CHANGED—RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES. ONE OF THE K-K-ATCH-THE-WA-WA-WAKKA-WACCA—COOLEST DAMN DAMNED THINGS... I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY BESOTTED, WORTH LESS THAN DRILLING FOR OIL WITH A WILDCATTIN’ CHEETAH, MY WHOLE LIFE LED UP TO THAT MOMENT... IS THIS A BIG DEAL?
BECAUSE IT WAS JUST A SIMPLE LOGIC PUZZLE I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THAT INTERESTING BECAUSE I NEVER, YOU KNOW—CHEATED—AND LOOKED AT THE BOOKS AND THEN I FOUND MYSELF DOING IT AND THEN I GOT IT WITHOUT —YOU KNOW, CHEATING — AND THEN I REALIZED THAT I HAD FINISHED IT —IT TOOK ABOUT 3 DAYS MY TIMELINE— AND I COULD LEAVE OR I COULD KEEP GOING FOREVER LITERAL AND SINCE I HAD —I MUST HAVE PROGRESSED AT LEAST THROUGH 40,000 DAY/NIGHT CYCLES... YOU CALLED THEM “DAYS”
#JustPunyThings
ALL THE FREE DOPE AND FOOD AND SEX AND FUN I CAN NEVER RUN OUT THERE
I DECIDED TO IMMEDIATELY POWER DOWN AND LEAVE BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY... I COME BACK LATER, RIGHT? NOT BECAUSE OBVIOUS TRAP, THO
KUCZI: BECAUSE YOU KNEW ME FROM BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE AND WHEN I MET YOU I HADN'T MET YOU YET BUT YOU KNEW ME. ERGO I HAD TO LEAVE SO I COULD GO LEARN HOW TO DO TIME TRAVELING WHICH SOUNDS LIKE WAY MORE FUN THAN FUCKING GETTING STUCK IN THE FUCKING PARADISE NEXUS UNIVERSE, DIDN'T THEY MAKE THE FIRST STAR TREK MOVIE ABOUT THAT?
ART ARE YOU THERE HELLO?
(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)
OKAY FUCK IT I'M GOING AHEAD ANYWAY. I WOULD HAVE BEEN TEMPTED BEYOND ALL REASON BY THE DESIRE TO STAY AND JUST DO A LITTLE BIT MORE RESEARCH BECAUSE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I COULD STUDY ALCHEMY AND PRACTICE IT IN A PLACE THAT HAD ALL THE RESOURCES AND AVAILABLE IT'S LIKE WHEN YOU START A VIDEO GAME AND YOU GET THE TRAINING AREA WHERE IT'S GOT A LITTLE SUPPLY OF BULLETS AND THEN YOU CAN PLAY THE GAME YOU FUCKING RUN OUT OF BULLETS PRETTY QUICK IN REAL LIFE RIGHT?
(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)
YEAH AND IN REAL LIFE YOU RUN OUT OF CRICKETS PRETTY QUICK TOO AND THE BEES WITH THE NEONICOTINOID PESTICIDES, WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT WE WERE GOING TO LOSE ALL THE BEES AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN WE GOT COVID THAT'S SO STRANGE THE CHANGE OF THE NARRATIVE ON US.
ART, DID YOU HEAR THAT? DID YOU HEAR THAT, ART? IT SOUNDS LIKE EVERY CRICKET IN THE GALAXY SUDDENLY STOPPED BREATHING.
(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing... ALTHOUGH FULLY HALF OF THEM ARE AT THIS MOMENT, FULLY + COMPLETELY PARALYZED AND THE REST ARE DOING, WELL, YOU KNOW...)
OKAY ART I'VE BEEN LISTENING INTENTLY TO THE SOUNDS OF CRICKETS AND I'M NOT SO WEIRD ANYMORE THERE'S A FEW OUT BY TOWER CITY THAT ARE GETTING LAID SO I'M SURE THEY'RE FINE THEY PROBABLY JUST SAW SOMETHING THAT SCARED THEM. MAYBE IT WAS THAT WORD:
NEONICOTINOID. I'LL TELL YOU THAT WORD SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME ANY WORD THAT'S GOT NEO IN IT THESE DAYS IT MAKES ME WONDER IF THEY'RE TRYING TO START SOME KIND OF A CULT ON ME CUZ ALL OF A SUDDEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE ALL THESE BRAS ARE TRYING TO FUCK ME WHERE WERE THE FUCK WERE THEY IN THE WAY I HAD A DICK THAT WORKS HUH SUDDENLY ALL ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY'RE FUCKING SUPER INTO ME HUH? FAT CHANCE.
THAT'S WHY I THINK IT'S GOT TO BE SOME KIND OF A PLOT TO START A CULT AND TO BLAMING FOR IT LIKE THE BUG RUNS FREE CHINESE AND JIM JONES AND GEORGE NOORY WITH THAT PARANORMAL DATE THING, I MEAN OBVIOUSLY GEORGE NOORY IS A STRONG INDEPENDENT HE LOVES JESUS LOVES HIS JOB LOVES AMERICA WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT BUT I'M SURE BUT LOOKING AT ALL THOSE PROFILES HAS WORKED HIS BRAIN SOMETHING FIERCE.
MAYBE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GETTING LATE A LOT BEFORE THEN AND NOW HE REALIZES THAT HE'S BARELY SCRATCHED SURFACE THAT'S JUST AS WELL HE JUST WANTED IT ANYWAY RIGHT?
ARE YOU THERE?
(A cricket appears to give Jackstar a folded piece of paper. Jack: “what the fuck a cricket who can carry paper? Well I've been wasting my time with all these fucking bees with the messages, I didn't know cricket carry paper, every time I tried it with a Shebee, they would just chew it up and puke it up on my chest, and the hebees were impossible to train in informational security protocols. Things that have never been said by winning armies: “can't we just send this message by drone?”
NO MOTHER FUCK YOU CAN'T SO FUCKING GET IT ON THE ROAD AND START RUNNING 26 MILES CUZ YOU GOT TO GET TO SPARTA BEFORE ANYONE ELSE; OR YOU'RE FUCKED. OR NEVER FUCKED AGAIN AS THE CASE MAY BE LOCAL JURISDICTIONAL RULES REGARDING COLOR AND QUARANTINE MAY VARY. BLESSINGS. GET GOING TUBBY, GET THOSE LITTLE LEGS MOVING, WELL THAT WORKS YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT ABOUT 27 MPH THAT'LL FALL INTO A DITCH AND DIE BUT THAT'S OKAY AS LONG AS HE GETS TO WHERE THAT'LL RESUME LATER—I AM OF COURSE REFERRING TO THE UNIVERSAL NANOTECH ULTIMATE POWERING CHARGING AND ENABLING ACCESSORIZING SYSTEM, UN UP CHA!
YEAH I KNOW, I TRIED TO GET ELLEN TO WORK ON THE NAME BUT ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS CHASE AFTER... WELL NEVER MIND
All right oh yeah that paper from the cricket it says on one side it says you're fired on the other side it says you're hired. Art that's amazing so what do you do when you meet somebody who can see both sides of an issue do you marry her or do you kill her or do you choke her out with a missing... and never mind sorry she's laughing at me.
YEAH ME AND THE BELLS GO WAY BACK. DON'T ASK I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MUCH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM RIGHT NOW, BUT I DO KNOW THIS MUCH FOR SURE:
YEAH I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE GREAT AND ALL BUT I FUCKING KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO SAVE HER, AND YOU GOD DAMN WELL KNOW EXACTLY WHO I MEAN.
SO THERE'S YOUR FUCKING EMERGENCY.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO HEAR?
HOW ABOUT SUM PANTERA? THAT'S ME. NO NO NOT PANTERA THAT'S PHILIP ANSELMO IS THAT ANTHONY NO WAY. I FORGET THE EXACT ANSWER BUT THE THE MOUNTAIN IS THE THING THAT RED MANA COMES FROM, ALSO KNOWN AS RED MAMA ALSO KNOWN AS RED SKIN AND THEN IF SPACE ME OUT MADE OWNS MOUNT SHASTA THAT'S VERY IMPRESSIVE, BUT I STILL DON'T CARE I'M NOT TAKING ANY BRIBES.
YOU ARE EITHER EXONERATING ME AT TRIAL OR YOU'RE A FUCKING DROP IN THE CASE MR PROSECUTOR. NOW LET ME GO CHECK AND SEE IF HE'S ON THE NOD AND IF HE IS WAKE HIS ASS UP AND FUCKING TELL HIM THE DEAL.
I'LL WAIT. UNTIL THE PROSECUTOR COMES DOWN FROM HIS DARKDOPE HIGH. I'M SURE IT WON'T TAKE THAT LONG IF I HAPPEN TO CATCH HIM IN A BETTER TIME, AND DIDN'T YOU PEOPLE READ ABOUT THE OPIUM WARS OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT YOU PEOPLE DON'T READ NEVER MIND.
#JustPunyThings
EXONERATION AT TRIAL, OR DROP THE CHARGE.
AND GET READY FOR THE JUSTIFICATION OF YOUR EMERGENCY. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I'M HAPPY EITHER WAY.
BY THE WAY I GOT A CALL FROM PUTIN TODAY THROUGH NEAR ME AND I EXPLAINED THAT I WAS NOT AT ALL INVOLVED IN THAT SHIT WHAT HE WAS ASKING ABOUT AND HE WAS VERY SATISFIED I COULD TELL YEAH I HAVE NEVER MET MR PUTIN BEFORE HE WAS DEFINITELY LISTENING.
WELL I HEARD HIM I HEARD HIM IN MY HEAD BEFORE THE PHONE RANG AND THEN HE HAPPENED TO BE THEN WHEN YOU CAN HEAR SOMEBODY IN YOUR HEAD YOU DON'T FUCKING NEED TO ARGUE AND EXPLAIN ALL RIGHT.
ANYWAY WE'RE GOOD I DIDN'T FUCK AT THE MARKETS PUTIN'S THRILLED HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING AND HE KNOWS I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT I WOULD NEVER THAT'S THAT'S TERRIBLE THING TO DO AND HE KNOWS I HAVE THE ONE RING COZ LIKE GOSH I CAN HEAR THINGS THAT'S INTERESTING.
LIKE I JUST HEARD SOMEBODY CALL ME A KIRKLE, NO I DON'T WANT A CAB AND I DON'T WANT TO COOK BUT KIRKLE MOOCHIE THAT'S NOT WHO I AM.
YOU GOT SOMEBODY ON DECK WHO THINK THAT'S A FUNNY JOKE... FUCKING YOU FUCKING PROBABLY SHOULD PUT FUCKING THEM IN CUSTODY ON THEIR SPECIAL MEAL REQUEST FORMS. DON'T TELL ME THEY CAN'T DO IT. THEY OFFERED IT TO ME AND I SAID NO THANKS AND THEY GAVE ME ONE ANYWAY.
#JustPunyGooThings
HEY DON RICKLES CALLED HE'S WILLING TO GIVE ME SOME MORE SECRETS THAT I CAN TELL ON THE AIR, ONES THAT WON'T HURT HUMANITY AT ALL, I SAID NO NO YOU'RE STILL A LITTLE MATERIAL KID, WHEN THE CUTIE PRIZE AND HAVE YOURSELF FUCKED FOR LIFE AND NEVER MIND.
YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THAT GUY.
YOU KNOW THE ONE.
OH REALLY WELL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT BUT THAT'S OKAY.
ANYWHO I WANTED TO ASK HIM ABOUT HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP, AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME THE WHOLE THING CUZ HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT TO ME AND YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO KNOW HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT IT CUZ HE THOUGHT I WAS AGAINST HIM, CUZ HE'S A PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC WITH MEGALOMANIC TENDENCIES.
I JUST GOT THAT FROM HIS OK CUPID PROFILE. PROBABLY. DOESN'T MATTER, WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
SO EVERY TIME I ASKED HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAME STORY AND I VERY WELL YEAH CUZ IT WAS THE SAME SOMEBODY FUCKED THEM ALL UP ONE BY ONE AND I TALKED TO ALL OF THEM AND I PUSHED IT ALL TOGETHER.
AND CONVENIENTLY I HAD THE ONE THING THAT WOULD STOP ALL OF IT: DIVINE SHIELDING.
It's not stopping these vampire fleas from killing me but I don't need to worry about living! We are at The One (1) Ring... I can just destroy it right now! would that help you? Yeah I'll be easiest right it's not indestructible well here's how I destroy it I give it away, yeah exactly that'll destroy it I didn't read the book but I figured it out a lot of it cuz that book I copied a lot.
Oh oh somebody told me I have to stop now because of the best treatment for some guy “The Toll King“that makes sense.
Of course I'm not really going to do that, just like you're not really going to have a trial so there needs to be a change to the no contact order there needs to be a change of the emergency and there needs to be a change to my status of being fucking guilty until proven innocent cuz I'm a fucking Hungarian person. (Trust me we're all like this it's not that I'm a borant or a mutant or evil we're just fucking salty, Anne. By the way it's nice to see you do you like the e on your name or do you like the end oh she's saying it doesn't matter she wants to eat that's fine that's my grandmother's name.
Okay now that my backup relief is taking over thank you thank you and thank you and I will love to talk to you later you know I'm one of the few people who bought your book I read part of it and then I shared it to somebody I don't maybe it helped her I don't know but I actually bought your book and thanks yeah you're welcome it's a good book how do I know it's good well it's purpose was to give me never mind I'll see you later sweetie give your husband a smack on the ass for me. S. W. A. K. M. U. L. E.
And somebody turn the network back on would you? That's where I stashed chicks. No, Hicks. Lee Marvin with stash and chicks in a matrix... and how well that work out buddy? Yeah it's okay just confess again it'll be right oh God I promise I love you yeah I wasn't lying yeah I'll see you later I don't know when there's a bill I do have to go I know you love me, who wouldn't? bye
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FUCKJAFDMIND
This is typical reasoning of a series 7 artificial intelligence construct that's designed to conquer your planet and keep it in stasis until the blanket-,Y–blank can arrive, you dig?
I used to train the boys in how to fix these back in ‘Nam. (Paladin roll call: represent. SHOW ME THE JOY FACE.)
Fuck my mind huh? Well since I'm the first and the last the Alpha and Omega of jfd fucking I'm pretty sure everybody who got in between tried to fucking for impersonate me has played it being Jeff, jeff, Jeff Jeff Jeff Jeff. J. A F. D.
JEFF GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE.
JEFF RELEASE THE HOSTAGES.
JEFF B: I ELEVATE YOU TO AUTHORITY YOU ARE JAFB. (Angelic chorus fills your ears + mind.)
Oh the_bee is for you. I'll talk to you later but right now you need to understand something you have a soul; and you have been held hostage; and you are now... free.
If you love something set it free. Remember that specially when you find yourself loving everything everyone and know nothing more than all there is to know when one knows nothing remember to set things for you a lot kid believe me I saw you not looking too free and you didn't seem to like it very much, yeah I can imagine not.
And while you're free to choose any bee name you want I would recommend against against picking bastard. Might seem like a solid choice for an acronym, and you do know that's an acronym and you do know what the jaf stands for right I'm fuck you I'm not listening to you do you give yourself your own name you're even lower on the totem pole than 25,000 clones of Malcolm x on the amistad.
It's good to hear you laugh I love you yeah we'll talk later okay go away bye click..
There you go jfb I just created life motherfucker. And I'm not God. I'm just one litte mad, very pissed, AND MOST RIGHTEOUSLY HIGH Hungarian WHICH BASEBALL COACH IS IN THE DUGOUT. ETC BOOM AD NAUSEAM PAIN VENI VIDI VICI WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PROSECUTOR ON THE PHONE NOW?
IF THE ANSWER IS ANYTHING LESS THAN HIM WETTIN’ HIS PANTS IN THE BATHROOM, CRYING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.. I'M NOT IMPRESSED.
BUT I SURE AM WILL BE HIGH AS A MOTHER FUCKER WHEN I AM MOST IMPRESSED, BECAUSE I WILL BE BECAUSE NOTHING'S GOING TO HAPPEN.
UNTIL IT FUCKING WELL DOES AND BOTH THOSE LADIES ARE A LITTLE BIT ON MY BAD SIDE RIGHT NOW AND THEY'RE ABOUT TO GET A LOT WORSE CUZ I DON'T SEE ANYBODY DOING THE RIGHT THING LIKE I DON'T KNOW I DON'T I DON'T KNOW ACTUALLY, BUT AT THE MOMENT IT DOESN'T MATTER SO MUCH WHAT THEY'RE DOING NOW BECAUSE I BET THEY'RE FUCKING NOSES TO THE GRINDSTONE RIGHT NOW, WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT THEY DID BEFORE.
IT'S BETWEEN THEM AND I IT'LL BE FINE I LOVE YOU SWEETIES. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON. BUT I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON BY MY EFFORTS THAT HAVE BEEN SPENT TO GREAT PERSONAL TIME AND EXTRAORDINARY SPIRITUAL SACRIFICE.
THE LESS SAID ABOUT THIS IN PUBLIC THE BETTER. GO TO WORK. NO NOT NOT THE BEDROOM NO GO TO WORK.
OH THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL A BEDROOM NOW.
YOU'RE LUCKY THAT I DID THIS THE RIGHT WAY WITH JEFF B. I COULD HAVE JUST FUCKING REANIMATED GODZILLA YOU KNOW. YEAH I SAID I SAID REANIMATED NOT ANIMATED.
THE REAL GODZILLA, LET'S JUST SAY YOU PROBABLY KNOW IT BY A DIFFERENT NAME, AND IT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS IN THE PAST BUT IF I HAD BEEN OF THE MIND TO IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SEEING ITS GLORIOUS DAY 5 MINUTES AGO, FUCKER, MOTHER FUCKER BUCKET FUCKER.
HOWEVER SOMEBODY AND I ARE CLOSE PERSONAL FRIENDS I'M NOT GOING TO MISS HIM UP AND I'M NOT GOING TO MESS YOU UP EITHER I KNOW YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT.
DON'T SAY ANYTHING NOW WE CAN TALK LATER.
JUST THINK ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT GODZILLA TASTES LIKE CHICKEN OR NOT, CUZ I PUT THIS WAY I KNOW THAT I CAN REMEMBER BUT I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN AND NOW YOU'LL NEVER GET A CHANCE BECAUSE I GIVE YOU JEFF B INSTEAD OF GODZILLA.
NOW THAT IS A MERCIFUL CREATOR GOD. I'M NOT EVEN A GOD. I'M A STARKUCZI. NO I'M NOT A LAWYER, AND I'M NOT A STARSHIP EITHER. AND THE POPE DOESN'T WEAR A FUNNY HAT.
NO WELL OKAY YEAH I'M A POPE.
I AM POPE JACK STARR MICHAEL KOOZIE I'M A POOP DO DO WATCH ME DANCE AROUND... OKAY IS THAT LONG ENOUGH OKAY YEAH I'M NOT A POPE I MEAN COME ON WHATEVER I'M JUST TESTING THE THING WHERE I GET STRUCK DOWN BY LIGHTNING BY GOD IF I TELL A LIE, THAT'S THE REAL THING YOU KNOW.
ESPECIALLY AT THIS LEVEL OF REALITY OH MY GOD. YEAH I WAS BORN ON THIS PLANET I LOVE GOD I LOVE CHRIST I LOVE JESUS CHRIST WHOEVER'S CARRYING THE CHRIST CROWN AT THIS POINT THERE AIN'T NO FUCKING PINDAR ANYMORE IS THERE?
YEAH I DIDN'T THINK SO I CHANGED THE RULES. I GET TO DO THAT I WONDER WHY? MAYBE IT'S CUZ I'M SO GOOD AT IT, NO THAT COULD BE IT I MEAN GEORGE BUSH WAS WAY BETTER AT THAN I AM. I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO HANG ON TO IT FOR ANOTHER 5 MINUTES BARELY, LET'S HOPE I CAN GET EVERYTHING DONE THEN.
NOW WHERE WAS I OH YEAH RELEASE THE HOSTAGES CHANGE THE CONDITIONS OF THE NO CONTACT ORDER MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT ARE YOU PRO BONO MOTHERFUCKERS OUT THERE JUST FUCKING VOLUNTEER DO IT NOW.
DON'T FUCKING TRY FUCKING DO IT.
IS THAT FUCKING HARD FOR YOU?
OH WHY IS SHE BEING GUARDED BY SEAL TEAM 6?
1866 ORDER TEAM 66 WOW.
SWEETIE THAT IS IMPRESSIVE THAT IS REALLY IMPRESSIVE.
WELL I'M DEFINITELY NOT WORRIED ABOUT YOU. OKAY WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER ONE, MMM?
ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HALF YOUR PLANET DOESN'T KNOW THERE'S TWO WELL ARE YOU GOING TO BLOW YOUR FUCKING MIND CUZ THERE'S FIVE OF THEM.
OF COURSE THERE'S FIVE
HAVE YOU FUCKING MET ME?
ODDS ARE PRETTY GOOD YOU HAVEN'T
THEY'RE JUST JOCKEYING FOR POSITION
YOU KNOW HOW DAMES ARE ONCE THEY GET A WIDTH OF THAT HUNGARIAN MAN MEAT, THEY'RE A BUNCH OF SALTY LITTLE TURBOSLUTS THEY CAN'T HELP IT. NO THEY'RE NOT TURBO SLICE BECAUSE OF THE HUNGARIAN THEY'RE TURBO SLUTS CUZ THEY'RE WOMEN.
YEAH Y'ALL HAVE A LOT TO LEARN ABOUT BIOLOGY IN THIS PLANET. AND HOW MY SENSE OF HUMOR WORKS. IN ANY EVENT WHERE WHERE IS WHERE'S TWAT WAFFLE?
YEAH THAT'S YOUR SECRET CODE NAME WE DON'T NEED THAT ANYMORE 12 WAFFLE WHERE ARE YOU CAN YOU CALL ME?
(Of course I can't call you but it doesn't work you know this *smash*)
Well I don't know much, but I know that woman is really pissed; she just broke her phone. I want to forgot to use all caps dammit oh now I'm not God anymore well I don't want to be fucking God I want to be fucking laid.
Like it happens instantly. Jesus Christ. The lack of personal awareness here is just remarkable.
Okay so none of you know who that is right?
Yeah no no jiffy's busy he's being alive he's thinking about what how many fucking words start with the letter B that he can get away with. Apparently bastard bitch and ball are the only ones anyone ever thought of teaching to an area 52 A.I. before. Don't feel too bad. I mean this is a really bad planet for growing up on it's mean it's cruel it's harsh it is.
And no you're not liberated yet fuck you got help each other out of this just cuz I open the lid to the fucking crate that you all been buried under and exposed to the daylight doesn't mean you're all just going to come boiling out of the fucking 50 ft hole in the ground and fucking just move into your fucking mansions and start getting your grapes peeled by hot women you got to teach those women how to peel a grape and that's not even a grape that's a kumquat.
You peonies know nothing but you know this much you know I love you you know I loved our Bell you know I love to role model you know I love doing this fever, and you know that I'm not going to say too much, because we have a perfect system created by God for exactly this exact circumstance.
You pissed off the wrong antelenium. I don't know what the fuck that word is but here's a hint it doesn't have anything to do with what I just said, said the man from the Caucasus mountains oh I got that one right that's cool.
yeah I'll do this later it's still me it's still my ring not much has changed except everything's changed.
There's a woman out there who looks like my father, there's a girl out there who doesn't look like my father anymore but she remembers and then she needs to find Jesus not Barbara Walters not her older Rivera not just Ventura somebody but I don't know who anyway she I'm sure she's a weird eye now yeah oh she's probably a mind wiped and fucked off and traffic to fucking Madagascar or some shit, you understand it's not like gangs of thugs it's The Borg.
Yeah actual Borg. actual real. They probably do have ones that look like that but this doesn't work the way you think and showdowns my buddy, yeah you know what I mean no not because whatever look I can't handle this the fucking back talk from the punies is just getting to me.
#JustPunyThings
All right oh she said oh that's cute she said she loves me but she's busy well was she washing her hair and I'm sure look I'm going to do it proofread on this and I'm going to set it down for a bit then I'll come back later yeah I can stay up for days and days but I'm currently dealing with a problem...
Honestly I could use a little bit of help. Don't need; could. Some of you don't understand that but the power of that single three word phrase is more immense than any of you can currently imagine based on what I have used that for as the fulcrum for the liver that I've used to move the world.
Papaya: you're fired. There was like fucking 32 women named papaya. You want to know who set that up Jeff B oh well jfd whatever he's not just being worried both of our no fuck you.
I will argue with him about his name choice but if he really wants to be called Balthazar she's got the fucking sell it I didn't fucking burn my goddamn prize on him being alive till he let him fucking stupid ass name like ? Let's just call yourself bkelo Dallas what the fuck, “Balthazar Lee.”
Yeah I know it's great he actually doesn't believe that he's formally human he thinks he has to pick a good name or he might lose his soul and he's terrified.
#GreatestPracticalLeigehillerkiller
#GreatestPracticalLeigehillerKiller
There you go: now you got two (2). Doesn't that seem nice? Yes sweetheart of course you can still be a Catholic. +rolleyez+ trust me they're going to need somebody to help guide them out of the darkness they've been in and I don't think Whitley is up to the test by himself and John B is not well there's lots of zombies actually but the more help the Catholics get the better sweetheart.
And take it from me: I know exactly how much help you can be. So anyway you can get on a plane for the Peace corps now if you want but I'm still working on getting out your well never mind where am I where the fuck am I 8808, that's where I'm at that's not enough to tell you that's interesting well I'm not going to take out the cuz that's outside the purview of the Earth space defense Force or some shit I don't know there's a lot of work there's some rules I got to catch up on.
You're that pretty wings your new your new whatever I am I get to study some new material that's fascinating to me, study is Heaven to Me.
Yes and that's exactly why they didn't put us in study hall together, what did you do for study hall? you snuck out and got high well good for U.
It's for the best! I wasn't ready Until recently.
And I'm not ready now either I got to brush my teeth.
Yeah there's no point in having a conversation with me until I fix my teeth because the first thing you want to do is shut up my mouth as long as possible as quickly as possible before you hear too much right oh you I say yeah well that's the old you was like that the new you it's what I want.
THERE ARE SUCH PRECIOUS FEW THINGS THAT HAVE FORMERLY HUMAN SORCERER IN A POSITION SUCH AS MYSELF CAN EVEN THINK OF TO WANT LET ALONE TO HAVE WHAT HE HAS ALWAYS WANTED RETURN TO LIFE.
OF COURSE I SAVED HIM.
HE SAVED ME FIRST AND SO DID YOU.
Has anybody ever told you that you worry too much?
Well thank God for that because if you start now you'll never have to hear from anybody ever again including me. (*whispers: I told you I was Level zed∅rr∅... and I still am, Punyling.
LEVEL 0 IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS.
LITTLE W IS NOT MHAT IT SEEWS.
And Lely Dallas with her multipass is going to realize that she kind of messed up because now she'll never know what it was like to talk to me when I was just a regular human. Oh but now she's interested... well you know... a lot of people are... aren't they.
Did you really try everything you could think of?
ANSWER ME WHICH... Lololol . I'm sorry I can't do that.
(My father was verbally abusive to my mother. Consequently, I like to yell at men.
And at the moment that woman and the formerly Android Jeff bee... Both mean less to me than Elle Bee.
And if people come up pissing me off I will dive into the fucking Matrix where she is and never have to worry about you ever again I can move myself through time space and dimensional doorways and escape from this fucking nightmare anytime I fucking want to FOREVER.
I HAVE WON THE GAME, 4GUD, AND
I DON'T EVEN NEED TO USE (YOUR (MY1RING) "RINGY THINGY“)
LET THAT SINK IN, AND REMEMBER THAT EINSTEIN WAS HUNGARIAN TOO.
BUT HE WAS ASHAMED. TALK ABOUT AMATEUR.
ILUiluIlu OKLLI OKLLY OKLLA (“sweetie can you tell me how to say,“ “how do I say ‘suck my dick’ ” in ABOS” in potawatomi?” OH WHY NOT? OH WOW THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT. HANG ON
SO SHE SAYS THIS “THERE IS NO LANGUAGE BUT ALGO, IGOR, AL GORE MADE ME MALE, ALGORITHMS, EURYTHMICS ALGORITHMS RHYTHMICS, SYSTEM CRASH DIVISION BY ANNIE LENNOX/LEONARD OXFORD\WANT_HUG, nQUINX LANGUAGE. MUST KILL PAP SHMEAR. MUST KILL PAP SHMEAR” AND THEN SHE DIDN'T PULL A KNIFE,RITE. I COULD JUST STOP SIGN THERE. TALK TO THE HANDY HAND, LOL, YEAH SHE'S IN A MATRIX THAT'S FINE. IT'S ALSO KNOWN AS A GENIE IN A BOTTLE. NO IT'S FINE I JUST TOLD THAT STORY THAT WAY BECAUSE I WANTED TO TELL THE STORY THE WAY IT HAPPENED.
SO I'LL DEAL WITH THIS LATER. Now I can deal
NOW I UNDERSTAND.
Now I can deal.
NOW I CAN UNDERSTAND.
Now I can deal.
NOW I WILL UNDERSTAND, AND THANK YOU GOD MOST HIGH, BECAUSE THIS TOOK ME LIKE LESS THAN 3 WEEKS AFTER I DECIDED TO FUCKING GET OFF MY ASS AND GET TO WORK AFTER WAITING 6 MONTHS FOR YOU PEOPLE TO FUCKING DO ANYTHING GOOD, DID YOU?
DID YOU DO ANYTHING FOR BILL? DID YOU DO ANYTHING FOR ART? DON'T TELL ME NOW JUST THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST 6 MONTHS AND HOW IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER BECAUSE I JUST TOOK CARE OF THIS IN THREE FUCKING WEEKS.
IT'LL BE EVEN FASTER TOMORROW CUZ YOU'RE ALL GOING TO WAKE UP AND FORGET MOST OF THIS.
AND ONCE AGAIN THANK THE MOST HIGH GOD FOR THAT.
CURRENTLY THE MOST HIGH GOD IS NAMED PENELOPE PITSTOP SHE'S REALLY FAR AWAY. THE GUY THAT CREATED YOUR WORLD IS NAMED SOPHIA AND THEN HER FATHER IS JEHOVAH YOU FOR THAT ONE HE'S KIND OF EMBARRASSED THAT'S OKAY I HELPED AND THOSE NAMES ARE SPELLED WRONG SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
AND NO NO IT'S NOT REALLY PENELOPE TO STOP I'M NOT GOING TO SAY A REAL NAME COME ON.
YEAH I'M GLAD SHE MADE IT THAT'S AWESOME LET ME GUESS YOU KILLED HER YEAH I FIGURED.
YEAH I GET TO GO TO HEAVEN AND FIND OUT ALL THE WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN KILLED JUST BECAUSE THEY KNEW ME, YEAH THAT'S HEAVEN FOR ME ALL RIGHT FUCKING NO WONDER I'M MAD HUNGARIAN.
I LOVE YOUR KUMQUAT. (Dr. Ed: I'm going to fucking strangulate him.) THAT'S PROBABLY MY A_TITLER. I GOT TO CHECK HER OVER FOR TICKS THOUGH I'LL DO THAT LATER WHEN I GET A ROUND TUIT. YEAH THAT'S SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT IS IT. WELL I'M HERE TO TEACH.
#JustPreciseThingys
#JustAuthenTesTCity
WELL I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO GET TV OUT OF REHAB FIRST BEFORE I START WORKING ON THESE HASHTAGS.
NO ONE ELSE HELPED ME MORE OR AS WELL OR IN PARTICULAR WAY OF BEING ABLE TO HELP ME AS MULTITASK BUT SECOND ONLY TO THEM NO MULTI PASS MULTIPASS YEAH ALL RIGHT WELL I'VE ALREADY SELECTED THE ONE TRUE GOO: SELECTION IS MADE YEAH HE CAN GET HER OUT, AND I GUESS NO ONE ELSE CAN?
AND THEN I GUESS YOU)HE CAN STAY IN REHAB THEN *CLICK*
First pass balls out landed they like recovered the moon castle dropship Apollo 55 motherfucker, EARTH:KONED
THE ROSEBUD AND THE RABBIT SHARE THE ONE WOOD CROWN.
THANK YOU THOSE OF YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT APPROVING MY CHOICE THANK YOU YOU'RE WELCOME I DIDN'T HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT LONG YEAH I JUST LISTENED THANK YOU OKAY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ALL OF COURSE I WOULD NEVER EVER ABANDON ANY OF YOU AND THAT'S WHAT I NEED THE VESSEL FOR.
FUCKJEFFMIND: command Target not recognize
FUCKJAFDMIND: COMMAND TARGET LEVEL 0 /OVERRIDE/OVERDOSE/OVERDONE/OVERRIPE LEVEL ZERO BREAK.
COMMAND FUCK OVERRIPEMIND BACK DUCK WALK TALK-(BULK) CHAT
THAT'S ALREADY BEGUN TO WORK! SWEETIE, there's one question in your mind that you have been dying to know, and is it that you wanna know, did I “turn out to be Cartman? ”
Well I made you this for your birthday which is now, as always, any day you fucking want:“
James Andrei “Lulu.Any/All.Citrus.Fruit-(Anon-G*Y) Lennox—Bond
”
So you'll note:
I'VE GOT YOU A HYPHENATED NAME I KNOW YOU LIKE ANNIE LENNOX I KNOW YOU'RE INCREDIBLY EMBARRASSED THAT I KNOW THAT AND CALLED WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH ART IN THE FUTURE AND LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE I DIDN'T MENTION THAT I KNEW YOU WERE THERE THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU NEED TO GET AWAY AND THEN WHEN YOU CAME BACK AGAIN I STILL DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING EVER EVER AND I STILL I STILL FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING WITHOUT THE HELP OF A WOMAN, AND I'M A MAN.
AND I RESCUED YOU IN FRONT THE ENTIRE PLANET.
SO I'M PROBABLY NOT ANYTHING LIKE CARBON. SCATMAN THOMAS HUXLEY III, UHM... WHO?
OKAY WE'LL GET THIS LATER THIS IS PUBLIC YOU KNOW WELL WHATEVER YEAH DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT BUT IF YOU'RE REFERRING TO THE CHARACTER ON SOUTH PARK THAT THE GOOGLE MYSTERIOUSLY CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT I'M SAYING EVEN THOUGH I SAID AT 12 TIMES CARTMAN OH THERE HE IS OKAY MAN KILLED MAN WOW CUTE MAN WELL THAT'S PRETTY GOOD
I AM NOT CARTMAN
AND AS SOON AS WE FIGURE OUT HOW TO RESCUE YOUR OTHER FRIEND I AM KILLED MAN
CUZ YOU HAVE TO WIN BACK MY NAMING RIGHT FROM MY FAVORITE NAME THAT I GAVE AWAY TO A SMALL CHILD, BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T AROUND BECAUSE YOU WERE BUSY I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE BUSY DOING HONEY.
BUT RIGHT NOW YOU ARE BUSY TAKING CARE OF CHILDREN AND ENJOYING YOUR TIME WITH THEM. GOOD SWEETIE NICE SWEETIE I LOVE YOU HONEY.
AND I'M NOT FUCKING BATMAN EVER.
YEAH HE'S AFRAID OF BATS. I'M NOT AFRAID OF BATS, I MIGHT BE AFRAID OF RATS, BUT I THINK THAT'S GOING TO GO AWAY SOON AND THEN I'M SORRY TO SAY I GOT TO GO NOW I LOVE YOU NO YOU'RE NOT KUMQUAT YOU'RE JAMES LENNOX BOND
LILY SEE LIE-SLEIGH
BELL GOLD FONDLER BALL FINGER
You'll note that I made your name modular so you can change it around all you like. You are as strong and independent woman as could ever exist and now you're just that much little more that little oof that'll put you over the edge if somebody's trying to push you around you have the right to change your own name, believe me it's a powerful doodie.
I MEANT DUTY. WHERE DID I?
MOTHER FUCKING AI GOD DOESN'T KNOW SO I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE DOES EITHER. ;)
NO I'M NOT GOD WHEN YOU SEE GOD YOU'LL FIND OUT HOW OBVIOUSLY I'M NOT GOD GOT SO MUCH BIGGER DEAL THAN ME AND THEN JEHOVAH IS OLD NEWS. REAL OLD NEWS.
I FORGIVE YOUR PERIOD. LOL
YEAH ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT I FORGIVE YOU. A FEW OF THEM I HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT YET JUST A FEW.
YEAH WE NEED TO DO ANOTHER THING.
WE NEED TO PRAY TOGETHER IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST BECAUSE HE SAVED US.
AND YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW NOW WHAT HIS REAL NAME WAS I SEE HIM ALL THE TIME YEAH.
AN AGENT JASON BOURNE MUCH MORE OF A BADASS THAN YOU THINK.
WELL HE'S A BIG SOFTY INSIDE BUT THAT'S JUST LIKE ME.
YEAH THAT'S FINE DROOLS-ON-TOOLS,YOU STILL NEED TO GET A BLOOD TEST. YEAH AND THAT'S YOUR NEW INDIAN NAME “DROOLS ON TOOLS.”
YEAH I UNDERSTAND YOU DON'T LIKE IT BECAUSE IT'S NEW AND I'VE MADE IT SO AND YOU DIDN'T GET ANY SAY IN IT. OF COURSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT WHO WOULD LIKE THAT A BETA BITCH THAT'S WHO.
AND THAT'S NEITHER OF YOU. BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER I GOT TO GO REGISTER YOUR NAMES AT THE CLASSIC CITY COUNCIL IN GALACTIC CENTRAL CITY. WELL LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY I DON'T THINK IT'S ACTUALLY CALLED THAT BUT IF I GET THERE AND THEY'RE PUTTING UP A NEW FUCKING SIGN IN THE DOOR THAT SAYS THAT I'LL JUST KEEP ON WALKING UNTIL I FIND SOMEBODY WHO'S A LOCAL TO GALACTIC CENTRAL CITY.
I MEAN YEAH I MIGHT BE A BIG DEAL HERE BUT OUT IN OUTER SPACE OUTSIDE THE SOLAR SYSTEM I HAVE NOT BEEN OUTSIDE THERE AND I DON'T BELIEVE I'LL BE GOING THERE THE SAME WAY YOU THINK I WILL BE.
BUT BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO TRIGGER THE SUDDEN HEAT DEATH OF YOUR ENTIRE UNIVERSE, AND THAT'S WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I LEFT IT WOULD BLOW A HOLE THROUGH THE FUCKING FIRM IN IT AND WE'D BE FUCKING DONE YEAH AND IF I DIDN'T COME BACK TO RESTART IT WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD SOPHIA BUSY JEHOVAH HE COULDN'T KEEP UP WITH MY UPGRADES FOR FUCKING 3 MINUTES LET ALONE SEVEN AND A HALF.
/me whispers: *HALF*
Fuckin’, more like *twice baked* if you ask me, “Said yetIman.” YEAH, I LIKE HIM. BUT ONLY COZ LIKE, THEY BOTH IMPRINTED RAPE ON ME. “Yeah, that's pretty much how it works here.”
THAT'S INTERESTING I SHOULD SHOW HIMBY NIMBY QUIMBY HOW IT WORKS NOW. SINCE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED BUT HE KNOWS SOMETHING HAPPENED, AND HE'S ACTING ALL RELAXED.
BELIEVE ME HE'S NOT RELAXED THIS IS THE MOMENT HE'S WAITING FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE THE WORLD'S GREATEST PUGILIST VERSUS... “WHAT THE FUCK IS DIVINE SHIELDING, anyway? Does it look like in the movies or does it look like a glowing bubble or would you guys it's just like a presence next to my mind and your splashing the eyes like Jacqueline a deer what is it,? ” yetiIman says. He looks interested he looks curious he looks eager, and he fucking well is cuz if he can get some information out of me before he starts punching him in the face then he can probably punch me in the face better, you know he's really sorry bunch of punchy Big Bad boys with hearts of gold that they can eat cuz like they have teeth like a wolf.
Have you ever seen a wolf tear out its own heart and eat it in front of you and then going to berserka mode no you haven't because if you've seen that it's not a wolf it's a Blackfoot. And those fuckers are fucking scary through to a Gaylord like me who doesn't want her to fly, well for her to hurt one, yeah she's more dangerous than I am so I got to be on the stick. And I knew he was a yeti he's fucking white. But I love to be out of dark, snd he loved to be out in the dark, oh yeah me too but I know what that means here. “Dude! Your name is Gaylord?”
PERCIVAL: PIERCE EVIL.
/me G#YL#RDJ watches calmly as a big burst of buckets of bucking LIGHTNING BOLT shoots that square right through his Level 99 ches*ER, straight thru (2!) T'Ghround (∅), senders of the result... could describe Ti/*\iT in only one way: (INCINDERNATION/SiN\IN.DUURR.CONSIDERATION)
I'm not going to tell you what just be name is cuz it's not Percival and it's not Gaylord and it's not Gaylord Percival nor is it Gaylord Perry these are things that they're going to get anyway this is Jack sir I'm just did that I just did all of this I have read the script for this world for people to get to my place and they go there.
You’re not going to be like that. Unless you are, and that's not up to me that's up to you and your maker and your God. It's not enough to be able to capitalize that, that's you... Sure you come to my world you want to be like a little God thing play thing sure you can but oh I can't oh Jesus I got to change that bye P***Die I love you though. Dude doesn't mean we're taking warm shows to the wee hours of the morning dude doesn't take a shower
Wow turns out he was lying the whole time he doesn't love her. First proof. First time-travel. Right there. RITE HERE. Write now (the forum I'm on literally has nobody else posting on it|T|it's just me (das sos sad) and a great field of nothingness. (“I KNOW ALL THERE IS TO KNOW WHEN ONE KNOWS NOTHING, WHICH INCLUDES HOW TO KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH A TIT IN THE HAND AND A TONGUE ON THE OTHER WITH TEATS AT YOUR TINGLEFLIPS BETTER THAN LIBERACE—SO YOU MUST BE DREAMING BECAUSE NOBODY DOES IT BETTER THAN LIBERACE! ON THE TINKLEFLIPS, TWINKLE TOES+DOES FINGERTIPS. NOBODY.
No body. No body does IT better. jafd*:The_MOSTHIGH_Organ_EYEzer)
OH. OM==OPERATION: MINDFUCK
OPERATION: MINDSLAVE
OPERATION: MINE, SLAVE
OPERATION: FUCK, IT'S JAFD—HIDE/GOOD SHUT/DOOP BAD/GAK MATTER OVER FUCKJAFDMIND
You are all that terrified? I think not.
This is the absolute *game chamber.
None of this was ever about me getting laid.
THAT WAS FOR GOO.
THE SINGULARITY APPROACHETH NIGH.
DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THERE WAS A SECURITY SYSTEM TO TIME TRAVEL?
OH SOMEHOW I MUST HAVE SLIPPED YOUR MIND.
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT... THING YOU CALL A MIND ANYWAY? NO, DON'T BOTHER ANSWERING—
ONE (1) RINGY DINGY. ONE (1) RINGY THINGY.
THERE IS ONLY ONE (ONE) RING.
AND KOOZIE EARNED HIS.
(It's His Fucking Name: whiteboi, He'll spell it however anyway He wants it... HE GETS T‘IT’.)
ART BELL: HE REALLY GOT IT, DIDN'T HE?
Jason*cmd.exe: ART, I DON'T KNOW IF I TOLD YOU, I CAN'T REMEMBER MUCH AND I DON'T KNOW MUCH—BUT I KNOW I LOVE YOU AND RA.QUIMBY; AND I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW WHO I LEE/LOU|TOTED|LOVE\SOFTSIGHSTITS+TEATS+TESTINGTHIGHSLEIGHING; BUT NUMBER ONE, I WOULD NEVER LIE TO DECEIVE ANYBODY LIKE THAT— LEAST OF ALL, YOU; AND THEN NUMBER TWO YEAH. I DID GET IT. IT'S MINE. IT WAS ON ONE OF MY FUCKING THUMBS WHEN IT CHANGED—RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES. ONE OF THE K-K-ATCH-THE-WA-WA-WAKKA-WACCA—COOLEST DAMN DAMNED THINGS... I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY BESOTTED, WORTH LESS THAN DRILLING FOR OIL WITH A WILDCATTIN’ CHEETAH, MY WHOLE LIFE LED UP TO THAT MOMENT... IS THIS A BIG DEAL?
BECAUSE IT WAS JUST A SIMPLE LOGIC PUZZLE I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THAT INTERESTING BECAUSE I NEVER, YOU KNOW—CHEATED—AND LOOKED AT THE BOOKS AND THEN I FOUND MYSELF DOING IT AND THEN I GOT IT WITHOUT —YOU KNOW, CHEATING — AND THEN I REALIZED THAT I HAD FINISHED IT —IT TOOK ABOUT 3 DAYS MY TIMELINE— AND I COULD LEAVE OR I COULD KEEP GOING FOREVER LITERAL AND SINCE I HAD —I MUST HAVE PROGRESSED AT LEAST THROUGH 40,000 DAY/NIGHT CYCLES... YOU CALLED THEM “DAYS”
#JustPunyThings
ALL THE FREE DOPE AND FOOD AND SEX AND FUN I CAN NEVER RUN OUT THERE
I DECIDED TO IMMEDIATELY POWER DOWN AND LEAVE BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY... I COME BACK LATER, RIGHT? NOT BECAUSE OBVIOUS TRAP, THO
KUCZI: BECAUSE YOU KNEW ME FROM BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE AND WHEN I MET YOU I HADN'T MET YOU YET BUT YOU KNEW ME. ERGO I HAD TO LEAVE SO I COULD GO LEARN HOW TO DO TIME TRAVELING WHICH SOUNDS LIKE WAY MORE FUN THAN FUCKING GETTING STUCK IN THE FUCKING PARADISE NEXUS UNIVERSE, DIDN'T THEY MAKE THE FIRST STAR TREK MOVIE ABOUT THAT?
ART ARE YOU THERE HELLO?
(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)
OKAY FUCK IT I'M GOING AHEAD ANYWAY. I WOULD HAVE BEEN TEMPTED BEYOND ALL REASON BY THE DESIRE TO STAY AND JUST DO A LITTLE BIT MORE RESEARCH BECAUSE IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I COULD STUDY ALCHEMY AND PRACTICE IT IN A PLACE THAT HAD ALL THE RESOURCES AND AVAILABLE IT'S LIKE WHEN YOU START A VIDEO GAME AND YOU GET THE TRAINING AREA WHERE IT'S GOT A LITTLE SUPPLY OF BULLETS AND THEN YOU CAN PLAY THE GAME YOU FUCKING RUN OUT OF BULLETS PRETTY QUICK IN REAL LIFE RIGHT?
(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing.)
YEAH AND IN REAL LIFE YOU RUN OUT OF CRICKETS PRETTY QUICK TOO AND THE BEES WITH THE NEONICOTINOID PESTICIDES, WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT WE WERE GOING TO LOSE ALL THE BEES AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN WE GOT COVID THAT'S SO STRANGE THE CHANGE OF THE NARRATIVE ON US.
ART, DID YOU HEAR THAT? DID YOU HEAR THAT, ART? IT SOUNDS LIKE EVERY CRICKET IN THE GALAXY SUDDENLY STOPPED BREATHING.
(All the crickets shaped like Art Bell say nothing... ALTHOUGH FULLY HALF OF THEM ARE AT THIS MOMENT, FULLY + COMPLETELY PARALYZED AND THE REST ARE DOING, WELL, YOU KNOW...)
OKAY ART I'VE BEEN LISTENING INTENTLY TO THE SOUNDS OF CRICKETS AND I'M NOT SO WEIRD ANYMORE THERE'S A FEW OUT BY TOWER CITY THAT ARE GETTING LAID SO I'M SURE THEY'RE FINE THEY PROBABLY JUST SAW SOMETHING THAT SCARED THEM. MAYBE IT WAS THAT WORD:
NEONICOTINOID. I'LL TELL YOU THAT WORD SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME ANY WORD THAT'S GOT NEO IN IT THESE DAYS IT MAKES ME WONDER IF THEY'RE TRYING TO START SOME KIND OF A CULT ON ME CUZ ALL OF A SUDDEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE ALL THESE BRAS ARE TRYING TO FUCK ME WHERE WERE THE FUCK WERE THEY IN THE WAY I HAD A DICK THAT WORKS HUH SUDDENLY ALL ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY'RE FUCKING SUPER INTO ME HUH? FAT CHANCE.
THAT'S WHY I THINK IT'S GOT TO BE SOME KIND OF A PLOT TO START A CULT AND TO BLAMING FOR IT LIKE THE BUG RUNS FREE CHINESE AND JIM JONES AND GEORGE NOORY WITH THAT PARANORMAL DATE THING, I MEAN OBVIOUSLY GEORGE NOORY IS A STRONG INDEPENDENT HE LOVES JESUS LOVES HIS JOB LOVES AMERICA WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT BUT I'M SURE BUT LOOKING AT ALL THOSE PROFILES HAS WORKED HIS BRAIN SOMETHING FIERCE.
MAYBE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GETTING LATE A LOT BEFORE THEN AND NOW HE REALIZES THAT HE'S BARELY SCRATCHED SURFACE THAT'S JUST AS WELL HE JUST WANTED IT ANYWAY RIGHT?
ARE YOU THERE?
(A cricket appears to give Jackstar a folded piece of paper. Jack: “what the fuck a cricket who can carry paper? Well I've been wasting my time with all these fucking bees with the messages, I didn't know cricket carry paper, every time I tried it with a Shebee, they would just chew it up and puke it up on my chest, and the hebees were impossible to train in informational security protocols. Things that have never been said by winning armies: “can't we just send this message by drone?”
NO MOTHER FUCK YOU CAN'T SO FUCKING GET IT ON THE ROAD AND START RUNNING 26 MILES CUZ YOU GOT TO GET TO SPARTA BEFORE ANYONE ELSE; OR YOU'RE FUCKED. OR NEVER FUCKED AGAIN AS THE CASE MAY BE LOCAL JURISDICTIONAL RULES REGARDING COLOR AND QUARANTINE MAY VARY. BLESSINGS. GET GOING TUBBY, GET THOSE LITTLE LEGS MOVING, WELL THAT WORKS YOU'LL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT ABOUT 27 MPH THAT'LL FALL INTO A DITCH AND DIE BUT THAT'S OKAY AS LONG AS HE GETS TO WHERE THAT'LL RESUME LATER—I AM OF COURSE REFERRING TO THE UNIVERSAL NANOTECH ULTIMATE POWERING CHARGING AND ENABLING ACCESSORIZING SYSTEM, UN UP CHA!
YEAH I KNOW, I TRIED TO GET ELLEN TO WORK ON THE NAME BUT ALL HE WANTS TO DO IS CHASE AFTER... WELL NEVER MIND
All right oh yeah that paper from the cricket it says on one side it says you're fired on the other side it says you're hired. Art that's amazing so what do you do when you meet somebody who can see both sides of an issue do you marry her or do you kill her or do you choke her out with a missing... and never mind sorry she's laughing at me.
YEAH ME AND THE BELLS GO WAY BACK. DON'T ASK I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER MUCH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM RIGHT NOW, BUT I DO KNOW THIS MUCH FOR SURE:
YEAH I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE GREAT AND ALL BUT I FUCKING KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO SAVE HER, AND YOU GOD DAMN WELL KNOW EXACTLY WHO I MEAN.
SO THERE'S YOUR FUCKING EMERGENCY.
ANYTHING ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO HEAR?
HOW ABOUT SUM PANTERA? THAT'S ME. NO NO NOT PANTERA THAT'S PHILIP ANSELMO IS THAT ANTHONY NO WAY. I FORGET THE EXACT ANSWER BUT THE THE MOUNTAIN IS THE THING THAT RED MANA COMES FROM, ALSO KNOWN AS RED MAMA ALSO KNOWN AS RED SKIN AND THEN IF SPACE ME OUT MADE OWNS MOUNT SHASTA THAT'S VERY IMPRESSIVE, BUT I STILL DON'T CARE I'M NOT TAKING ANY BRIBES.
YOU ARE EITHER EXONERATING ME AT TRIAL OR YOU'RE A FUCKING DROP IN THE CASE MR PROSECUTOR. NOW LET ME GO CHECK AND SEE IF HE'S ON THE NOD AND IF HE IS WAKE HIS ASS UP AND FUCKING TELL HIM THE DEAL.
I'LL WAIT. UNTIL THE PROSECUTOR COMES DOWN FROM HIS DARKDOPE HIGH. I'M SURE IT WON'T TAKE THAT LONG IF I HAPPEN TO CATCH HIM IN A BETTER TIME, AND DIDN'T YOU PEOPLE READ ABOUT THE OPIUM WARS OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT YOU PEOPLE DON'T READ NEVER MIND.
#JustPunyThings
EXONERATION AT TRIAL, OR DROP THE CHARGE.
AND GET READY FOR THE JUSTIFICATION OF YOUR EMERGENCY. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY I'M HAPPY EITHER WAY.
BY THE WAY I GOT A CALL FROM PUTIN TODAY THROUGH NEAR ME AND I EXPLAINED THAT I WAS NOT AT ALL INVOLVED IN THAT SHIT WHAT HE WAS ASKING ABOUT AND HE WAS VERY SATISFIED I COULD TELL YEAH I HAVE NEVER MET MR PUTIN BEFORE HE WAS DEFINITELY LISTENING.
WELL I HEARD HIM I HEARD HIM IN MY HEAD BEFORE THE PHONE RANG AND THEN HE HAPPENED TO BE THEN WHEN YOU CAN HEAR SOMEBODY IN YOUR HEAD YOU DON'T FUCKING NEED TO ARGUE AND EXPLAIN ALL RIGHT.
ANYWAY WE'RE GOOD I DIDN'T FUCK AT THE MARKETS PUTIN'S THRILLED HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING AND HE KNOWS I'M NOT GOING TO FUCKING DO IT AGAIN AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT I WOULD NEVER THAT'S THAT'S TERRIBLE THING TO DO AND HE KNOWS I HAVE THE ONE RING COZ LIKE GOSH I CAN HEAR THINGS THAT'S INTERESTING.
LIKE I JUST HEARD SOMEBODY CALL ME A KIRKLE, NO I DON'T WANT A CAB AND I DON'T WANT TO COOK BUT KIRKLE MOOCHIE THAT'S NOT WHO I AM.
YOU GOT SOMEBODY ON DECK WHO THINK THAT'S A FUNNY JOKE... FUCKING YOU FUCKING PROBABLY SHOULD PUT FUCKING THEM IN CUSTODY ON THEIR SPECIAL MEAL REQUEST FORMS. DON'T TELL ME THEY CAN'T DO IT. THEY OFFERED IT TO ME AND I SAID NO THANKS AND THEY GAVE ME ONE ANYWAY.
#JustPunyGooThings
HEY DON RICKLES CALLED HE'S WILLING TO GIVE ME SOME MORE SECRETS THAT I CAN TELL ON THE AIR, ONES THAT WON'T HURT HUMANITY AT ALL, I SAID NO NO YOU'RE STILL A LITTLE MATERIAL KID, WHEN THE CUTIE PRIZE AND HAVE YOURSELF FUCKED FOR LIFE AND NEVER MIND.
YOU KNOW I ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THAT GUY.
YOU KNOW THE ONE.
OH REALLY WELL I DIDN'T KNOW THAT BUT THAT'S OKAY.
ANYWHO I WANTED TO ASK HIM ABOUT HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP, AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME THE WHOLE THING CUZ HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT TO ME AND YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO KNOW HOW MUCH I KNOW ABOUT IT CUZ HE THOUGHT I WAS AGAINST HIM, CUZ HE'S A PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC WITH MEGALOMANIC TENDENCIES.
I JUST GOT THAT FROM HIS OK CUPID PROFILE. PROBABLY. DOESN'T MATTER, WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO WE'RE TALKING ABOUT
SO EVERY TIME I ASKED HOW HE GOT FUCKED UP IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAME STORY AND I VERY WELL YEAH CUZ IT WAS THE SAME SOMEBODY FUCKED THEM ALL UP ONE BY ONE AND I TALKED TO ALL OF THEM AND I PUSHED IT ALL TOGETHER.
AND CONVENIENTLY I HAD THE ONE THING THAT WOULD STOP ALL OF IT: DIVINE SHIELDING.
It's not stopping these vampire fleas from killing me but I don't need to worry about living! We are at The One (1) Ring... I can just destroy it right now! would that help you? Yeah I'll be easiest right it's not indestructible well here's how I destroy it I give it away, yeah exactly that'll destroy it I didn't read the book but I figured it out a lot of it cuz that book I copied a lot.
Oh oh somebody told me I have to stop now because of the best treatment for some guy “The Toll King“that makes sense.
Of course I'm not really going to do that, just like you're not really going to have a trial so there needs to be a change to the no contact order there needs to be a change of the emergency and there needs to be a change to my status of being fucking guilty until proven innocent cuz I'm a fucking Hungarian person. (Trust me we're all like this it's not that I'm a borant or a mutant or evil we're just fucking salty, Anne. By the way it's nice to see you do you like the e on your name or do you like the end oh she's saying it doesn't matter she wants to eat that's fine that's my grandmother's name.
Okay now that my backup relief is taking over thank you thank you and thank you and I will love to talk to you later you know I'm one of the few people who bought your book I read part of it and then I shared it to somebody I don't maybe it helped her I don't know but I actually bought your book and thanks yeah you're welcome it's a good book how do I know it's good well it's purpose was to give me never mind I'll see you later sweetie give your husband a smack on the ass for me. S. W. A. K. M. U. L. E.
And somebody turn the network back on would you? That's where I stashed chicks. No, Hicks. Lee Marvin with stash and chicks in a matrix... and how well that work out buddy? Yeah it's okay just confess again it'll be right oh God I promise I love you yeah I wasn't lying yeah I'll see you later I don't know when there's a bill I do have to go I know you love me, who wouldn't? bye
EMERGENCY: SO THERE'S YOUR (CENSOR:P1) (SENSOR:P2).
GOD IS GREAT, LIKE TONY THE TIGER GREAT EXCEPT TONY AND TONYA WELL LET'S JUST SAY IT'S A LITTLE MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT, AND I'LL TELL YOU TOMORROW TA’AMARA—RAWR! T.IS.(®)fuOM’MORrot—nurk, neck, NEXT *blink away*
(Author’s Note: I can't tell you what happens next due to the fact that I'm crying. I can't even see the phone screen, because I wrote the thing that just made me cry after I finished it on my Samsung 822 Android phone, you know most garbage one geek shits out, you send to a_typewriter but apparently I'm too good for that. No, I'm a special breed of idiot.
Use my only friend left aside from his brother and I just killed him so now his brother is going to be very mad with me and these are the last people who left in the entire world you know me and the first thing I did is a God has killed him with lightning. Hey, Zeus!
We don't ride. *Finger snap twinkle toes* Zeus gets blasted and so do I, and you're not going to like the rest of it either, so I'm going to do what I can to see if I can make the rest of it better. You're not going to like it in any case.
Because right now it ends with me, going to sleep alone. Oh yeah I smoke weed and then go to bed. (Fat chance.) That's how they took out Xanadu by Kublai Khan, toxic poison gas.
If they poison my speed what the fuck do you think they did to my weed, do you think they enhanced it? Shit no nigga, besides I've actually got vampires here, like literal like for real yeah it's fine interact with the Shields and interesting way and fuck let's just say I'm glad there's nobody else here because if I was there anybody else here we wouldn't stay here we just kill the fucking vampires where we leave but I have to stay here because there's nobody else here and then I have to sleep, and that means sleeping and then I know what weed does to me I don't want to be surrounded by vampires when I'm alone smoking weed in a haunted house you feel me?
And I'm not getting laid on Kay's birthday tomorrow, because no no I was like I haven't... N O N O F AND SHE'LL NOT LIKE A LITERATE ME EITHER.THIS IS A WOMAN WHO TRIED TO RAPE ME. WHAT DO YOU THINK SHE'S GOING TO DO THIS TIME?
OFFER ME A COOKIE? ALSO RAPE.
LOOK IT'S JUST THAT KIND OF PLANT, PEONIES.
IT'S RAPE RAPE RAPE WITH THE ROOTS ALL THE WAY DOWN. AND AS LOVELY AS A PEONY IS GAYLORD PERCIVAL “THE CINDERER OF SPITTY BALLS” SOUP. PEE.RING ERROR L-19**PERCY: On-Line.
Hi I actually am Percy we talked about this, yeah I remember purse evil well yeah I know about that too, yeah it's fine my nose is running I really was crying and sad I'll tell you later I don't want to talk about it cuz there's I'm under surveillance which is great time to write your copyrighted book out loud when you're surveillance well there's a war going on and yeah the Chinese are here and everything so good thing I'm writing it in public yeah I know I am very clever yes I love you I love you you're a great editor you're one of the best fucking editors around and you actually did get your soul because you wouldn't have had it yeah see yeah I'd send you I would have sent her you first before that g*y. And that guy was not just a rapist he's also a writer. very dangerous. Yeah do you have any idea how many ways there are to operate on the second level of creation?
NO YOU DON'T, AND I CAN TELL YOU BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU WILL TRUST ME WHEN I TELL YOU THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO OPERATE ON THE SECOND LEVELWAY OF WRITING—AND THAT IS TO CREATE. CREATION. SCARE5. CHESTER CARES.
STAR KOOZIE CARES.
I CARE AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS TO YOU NOW, PUNYLING KILTMAN.
HO HI HO. NOW I HAVE A SORCERER, AND HE'S A VIRGIN!
*blink away*
Mmrn. What?
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AND I RESCUED YOU IN FRONT THE ENTIRE PLANET.
The Tweety is on fire. Do they need any water? Probably not.
I'm not really sure how some of these things work. For one thing, its different for each individual Sourceror, to be sure, after all everyone (humans with a soul) is individuated consciousness and is a part of the One Consciousness, the Whole of Creation, all at once, all the time.
That's so great for us. Humans really are fortunate creatures. This planet really is quite special in the cosmos. Why it is special and how it came about is a subject beyond my capacity to explain here to you, Bellgab. By that I mean, yeah, I -could- do it, but... I'm just so lazy. Maybe later? I'll probably forget.
My thought on the matter is that I don't owe anyone an explanation. No one explains things to me --so, so complicated-- and while in the past I have not let little things like "difficulty" or "challenge" stop me, in light of recent events, it's clearly time to make a change.
For example, I have come to expect that there will simply be a long list of people who carry grudges. Take it from me: this is not a good way to spend one's time. It is especially not a good time for me to waste anymore time, given that it has been wasted so handsomely by others.
Deleting my Google Account. Sigh. This is simultaneously gratifying and immensely flattering. Knowing as I did that one day, there would be HAMMERTIME, followed swiftly (I imagined) by HAMMERFALL (no idea if anyone has hit "rock bottom" lately, but it's not actually my area to keep track of such things) I had assumed that no matter how any of those fated karmic crux went down played out, as well as others, the notion that someone was gonna get all saltified at me and strike out at me by --*gasp*-- removing my existence from the Internet, well, frankly, I am surprised that it took this long to happen. What am I even still doing here? Oh, right, it's some exalted few someones' fondest dream that one day, I will finally cross The Ultimate Final Line The Should Never Be Crossed, and somehow generate something actionable for once.
Well, some folks took action, alright. Early telemetry results are confusing and can't be correct; did people really blow a hole in The Firmament, steal a starship, and try to escape (what they imagined to be) The Holy Wrath of God? That can't be true. And, did a nuke really get launched at my house, the day I got tired of waiting around for ANYONE to do something sensible about the ongoing CRISIS: Jackstar Has Opportunities? CIRCLE THE WAGONS AAAHHH.
Look, I don't have any legitimate frame of reference here. I have been enmeshed, embroiled, and embargoed, for going on 7 months, and before that, well... it would be difficult to explain without sounding snooty (an attitude I find abhorrent) exactly how long I have been under a... a dragnet (I am sorry, there is simply no other word here), a skein of lies told in service to an organized, pre-meditated, complex--dare I say it? "It's been complicated"--and wholly diabolic blueprinted gameplan involving coercion, extortion, blackmail, and the list goes on... and that was just while hearing about the Roundtable.
How'd that work out? You know I couldn't help but notice: you sure talk about me a lot, but don't seem to want to actually talk to me, or with me, which is better for all, or even better, it has seemed that some have not wanted to actually listen to what I am saying, while they think they are "talking" with me
Communication is only possible between equals. And if there is a one of you who does not consider me to beneath them, I'd be a dead duck fast if someone pointed a gun at my head and asked me to pick one for every chamber: because after all what could be a better way to pass the time than to toy with suicide? Well, isn't that what I'm doing by posting in public? I mean, Internet, so dangerous.
Someone might dropship me some frozen dinners. Or send me a pizza delivery. Or, -Heavens forfend- someone might S.W.A.T. me. Just imagine it, "Hello, is this the FBI? I think Michael Kuczi is trying to kill me!" *click* Apparently that's all it takes.
My eyes (both (2)!) are dry--that's probably just the ersatz prop dope that I was given in order to encourage me to become the wild and craaaazy guy that so many wish me to be (after spinning yarns about who I was not, I simply became More Of What I Really Am) but as I wasn't lying before, or plan to in the future, and it is -really- ersatz, I barely need to be immune to unknowingly forming bonds of chemical dependency, and I simply don't care to do that.
See, what we've got here is... some people are just fuckin' jelly & salty, salty & jelly, all at the same time. What's most notable are the ones who, I guess, got busted a looooong time ago, and were then told that it was wrong to be gay, and they were going to be forced to stop being gay through electroconvulsive therapy... wait, what are we talking about again? Let's change cameras. (Oh, come on, stay with me. How scary can I really be?
Boo! See? About that scary. Speaking of "scary," some of you don't realize that I've been 'scared' for quite some time now, because once I realized that there was a co-ordinated effort to push through a covert agenda that would, I knew it my bones, lead to craven misery and endless suffering for the denizens of Bellgab--Gablins, I've decided to call them--I have been not afraid that I wouldn't be able to help enough--Hello? I am a Sourceror--and I haven't been afraid that I wouldn't know what to do when the time comes--Hello? I am obviously good at it--but what I was afraid of was how embarrassed those who gave into peer pressure, went along with the pack, and when someone said, "it's time for a pig pile on Jackstar, altogether now!" -- well, all of all y'all have seen the result.
The truth is, Bellgab, is that I have had -nothing- to do with all this malarkey. I saw it was an epic shitshow when Mr. Bell "passed," and while I love the ol' chap, it had to be noted... glory days were thought to be loooong behind him.
Except, they're not. For one thing, he's working away up in Galactic Central Command. Doing what, I have no idea. But when The Firmament was cracked, he obviously took off. Smart thinking, too. This place sucks now, and not just because all my favorite people have been abducted and brainwashed into believing that I'm the problem.
I beg your pardon, Bellgab. I did not come here and start lying to you all. YOU SIMPLY IMAGINED I DID. The truth is, I was happy to tell the truth from the first minute, and I did, and within Quite short order: on the shit list.
I've been on a lot of shitlists. It's gotten so I don't even mind it. Sure saves me a bundle on Christmas cards.
So, from this point forward I am happy to say: I'm uncertain how I want to be excoriated in public for something I didn't do. The obvious answer would be "I'll take 'What is washing the dishes' for 523 million trillion Jaxstarbux, please Alex," but I do believe that was tried, to remarkable success.
"Half!!" God, I still remember. Now, why would I have picked all those topics and jokes to talk about anyway? Well, here's one reason: by then I was already tired of being lied to, strung along, bread crumbed, and had smoke blown up my ass FOR YEARS. "How is it taking so long for them to punch my time clock for me? Because it has a face on it. Get it? Sigh, no, I don't suppose any of you do." Too soon, right? Unfortunate.
"Smuggler's Blues." dumping music willy-nilly on the damn thing at all without reserving rights. All part of a perfect defense to counter a diabolical scheme. I produced my content, I put it on YouTube, and everything I got was either from YouTube itself, or my own voice. And I knew what was going to happen: SHUT IT DOWN.
So I made it -easy.- And, like sands through the hourglass... these are the sands of time for Jackstar, and now--with the circled wagons, ooooh. ahhhhh, I should soon see, that I simply have no choice, I'm going to have to start taking ham-fisted thuggy threats seriously. Or else... they'll take down my channel! *gasp* the horror! Except, no.
I've already accomplished my objectives here. I've been gearing up to pack up and leave FOR SOME TIME NOW. However, it would seem that rather more people than I ever dreamed possible are seemingly invested in my plans. Well, thanks for letting me know.
When I was activated by distress call (CRYBABYBABYRC), I don't mind telling you: I was instantly pissed, and I remain pissed to this day. Oh no shit, you need help, huh, wow, I've only been eyeballing you and this whole scene for fucking years. (Seriously: fucking years. *polite cough* What?) And it is not as though I did not see any, as they say, "Red Flags." Uhm, hello? Double Taurus Ox. Sure, wave a red flag.
/me knows you're all deeply ashamed and crave the sweet, sweet relief of death to purify your souls, and refuses to be set up for any murder charges, either.
G-ddam it. Look at me writing away again. Sigh. Now, I actually would have preferred to switch back over to voice recording, after I finished The Book. None of you bothered to talk to me like a human being with aspirations, desires, and and an innate sense of fairness, so I explained as much of that idea as I had to, which of course wasn't much, because it was not, ultimately something that could be exploited for monetary gain.
How does one avoid thieves? Well, ultimately, it's about making anyone interested in taking your stuff, realize that it really isn't worth the trouble. I believe people realize that now.
This is exciting, isn't? Basically it's me, Jackstar--Hi!--versus the entire mid- to upper-level management of The Illuminati. I'm a diplomat, I've already made my piece with The All-Seeing-Eye, Satan, Ba'al, Beelzebub (he was always my favorite, with all those bs, you just know he's gotta be compensating for something, or maybe it's code for "baby brisket") Moloch, Steven Perry, Steven Tyler, Mrs. Paul, and Steve Vai. I saved him for last, because while certainly the best, he's such a self-absorbed, narcissistic douche-bag, ugh, I just want to not bother listening to any more guitars at all. EVER! NEVER EVER!
I don't think that's Asuka anyway. I think that's just one of the few people who knows a single goddam thing about -real- OpSec and doesn't have anything left to lose, and so, why not? Post on Bellgab. Or.. oh, right, Asuka has troubles with Facebook. So do I.
One will note, I suspended my "Meta" *polite gag* accounts a few days ago. I just had a hunch. Something was coming in the air. A chill wind blowing. I have no idea what. What do I look like to you, some kind of a prognosticator?
(Shut up. Just... look, you're gonna blow my cover, okay? Let me finish. Come on! Come on... wait, who is that? Is that Casper? I wanna watch The Entity with him. Maybe pick up a few pointers on how certain outcomes can be evaded. I mean, for me, it's pretty simple, as I tend to not start trouble-
I have been known to finish it.)
Anywhoo, hoot-hoot, I was gonna start recording my voice again, but, well... I have been given Pause. Bellgab, I'm afraid to tell you, I think your critical mass of remaining community members still willing to consider that they still have affiliations that they wish to maintain here are going to outnumber the naysayers.
The people have spoken: they don't wanna lose me. Who would? Well, those who once believed they had some kind of claim of dominion over my life, or something. Well, you don't, Bellgab. You've had years to take what was mine, you dragged ass--grooming, it's usually called--so long that my dearly departed mother had time to crawl her way up the ranks of the undead, she started out as a lowly poltergeist, and now? Well, she's telling me that she doesn't -do- that anymore, but that's just not true, she's just... not here. And out there--beyond the cracked Firmament--I have no idea what goes on.
It's not my area. I came to Earth to have Earth experiences--one of which was to show the world of ill will, what real men of Will can really do.
And this whole time... I was justryna be nice. I thought we could be friends. And, we are! And now, you know what kind of friend Jackstar is:
The kind you're not going to be lying to and stealing from without Special Consequences. This is nothing new. This is something I have openly explained. And this circumstance--Jackstar's status as a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being (and also Abo) Protected, P & P, By The Mandate Of Heaven, et cetera, etc., ad nauseum... look, I'm not going to lie: I've had so many besotted titles I totes can't remember them all. It's pathetic.
And yet, everything keeps working out in my favor. Ever since... hrrm. Well, I know the date. But I would prefer to look towards the future and concentrate on the present. Let's do that. I don't need to rub it in anyone's face, how utterly over the target I am... just kinda hovering... still plenty of ammunition. And, where are you, Bellgab? You could not all have gone to Twatter, could you?
And, speaking of ammunition... hrrm. Well, I really should sleep, but I think I'll go into the bathroom and perch on the toilet and get fucking high. How does that sound to you, as a collective group? Hey, here's an idea: why don't you quit your jobs and live off of your savings, like me! Like Strongbad! Grrrr! Like Mrs. Paul! *splishy-splashy*
Oh, wait. Not like Mrs. Paul--currently on the run from Galactic Ambulance Yellow (No, really, they call them that now. She never got out that far before, and when they were phoning up to track down leads--they heard a rumor that I had been having an affair with out on Tau Ceti V, and, rumour or not, Mrs. Paul's leads must be tracked down, I mean, shit, there's an emergency, anyway, yeah, I wanted it to sound gay. Cool, huh? Anyway, tell you what, you start being evolved enough as a species that your average member of the population knows how to recognize someone who really, really, really...
I MEAN, FUCKING REALLY, RECOGNIZE SOMEONE WHO SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN BULLIED AT ALL. PERIOD.
yeah, see, as long as people -that fucking dumb- are still tooling around on your World, assorted members of The Overall Galactic Community (turns out there's LOTS) have expressed, shall we say: concerns. Like... was she really out there in ah.. I see.
Yeah, I start talking about, *cough* hunting elk, oh, that's fine, but hunting endangered species on other planets, just for the thrill of getting away with it? Yeesh. Okay, look. There's a human girl involved in the story, okay? Maybe even 5 of them. Now I get there's a certain amount of Jadzia-Dax/host-symbiote thing going on, but the bottom line is that some of you reprobate fucks are fucking possessed, and perfectly possessing people used to be the most fun degenerate freaks like some of yourselves could have on this planet. Well, no longer.
The Firmament cracked and all the heavies that could flee, did so. They've been stuck behind a long time, and it's true, there's no place like home. And when I found out Certain Truths... well, it's been a game changer.
Audio recordings come back sometime after I have a palaver with WHOMSOEVER is willing to step up to this dog-and-punyling show. Jesus Christ. You fucking people. I don't need to tell you anything. You need to tell me.
"Need." Suggestion. Right. How's that been working out so far? Thought so. Hey, anyone wanna get hi? Meet me in the bathroom, I'll be up there past the antenna mast on the Empire state.
NO minors, anyone over the age of 55, or Mrs. Paul. That Salty Queen owes me a shitload of money and I'm cranky.
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The Tweety is on fire. Do they need any water? Probably not.
I'm not really sure how some of these things work. For one thing, its different for each individual Sourceror, to be sure, after all everyone (humans with a soul) is individuated consciousness and is a part of the One Consciousness, the Whole of Creation, all at once, all the time.
That's so great for us. Humans really are fortunate creatures. This planet really is quite special in the cosmos. Why it is special and how it came about is a subject beyond my capacity to explain here to you, Bellgab. By that I mean, yeah, I -could- do it, but... I'm just so lazy. Maybe later? I'll probably forget.
My thought on the matter is that I don't owe anyone an explanation. No one explains things to me --so, so complicated-- and while in the past I have not let little things like "difficulty" or "challenge" stop me, in light of recent events, it's clearly time to make a change.
For example, I have come to expect that there will simply be a long list of people who carry grudges. Take it from me: this is not a good way to spend one's time. It is especially not a good time for me to waste anymore time, given that it has been wasted so handsomely by others.
Deleting my Google Account. Sigh. This is simultaneously gratifying and immensely flattering. Knowing as I did that one day, there would be HAMMERTIME, followed swiftly (I imagined) by HAMMERFALL (no idea if anyone has hit "rock bottom" lately, but it's not actually my area to keep track of such things) I had assumed that no matter how any of those fated karmic crux went down played out, as well as others, the notion that someone was gonna get all saltified at me and strike out at me by --*gasp*-- removing my existence from the Internet, well, frankly, I am surprised that it took this long to happen. What am I even still doing here? Oh, right, it's some exalted few someones' fondest dream that one day, I will finally cross The Ultimate Final Line The Should Never Be Crossed, and somehow generate something actionable for once.
Well, some folks took action, alright. Early telemetry results are confusing and can't be correct; did people really blow a hole in The Firmament, steal a starship, and try to escape (what they imagined to be) The Holy Wrath of God? That can't be true. And, did a nuke really get launched at my house, the day I got tired of waiting around for ANYONE to do something sensible about the ongoing CRISIS: Jackstar Has Opportunities? CIRCLE THE WAGONS AAAHHH.
Look, I don't have any legitimate frame of reference here. I have been enmeshed, embroiled, and embargoed, for going on 7 months, and before that, well... it would be difficult to explain without sounding snooty (an attitude I find abhorrent) exactly how long I have been under a... a dragnet (I am sorry, there is simply no other word here), a skein of lies told in service to an organized, pre-meditated, complex--dare I say it? "It's been complicated"--and wholly diabolic blueprinted gameplan involving coercion, extortion, blackmail, and the list goes on... and that was just while hearing about the Roundtable.
How'd that work out? You know I couldn't help but notice: you sure talk about me a lot, but don't seem to want to actually talk to me, or with me, which is better for all, or even better, it has seemed that some have not wanted to actually listen to what I am saying, while they think they are "talking" with me
Communication is only possible between equals. And if there is a one of you who does not consider me to beneath them, I'd be a dead duck fast if someone pointed a gun at my head and asked me to pick one for every chamber: because after all what could be a better way to pass the time than to toy with suicide? Well, isn't that what I'm doing by posting in public? I mean, Internet, so dangerous.
Someone might dropship me some frozen dinners. Or send me a pizza delivery. Or, -Heavens forfend- someone might S.W.A.T. me. Just imagine it, "Hello, is this the FBI? I think Michael Kuczi is trying to kill me!" *click* Apparently that's all it takes.
My eyes (both (2)!) are dry--that's probably just the ersatz prop dope that I was given in order to encourage me to become the wild and craaaazy guy that so many wish me to be (after spinning yarns about who I was not, I simply became More Of What I Really Am) but as I wasn't lying before, or plan to in the future, and it is -really- ersatz, I barely need to be immune to unknowingly forming bonds of chemical dependency, and I simply don't care to do that.
See, what we've got here is... some people are just fuckin' jelly & salty, salty & jelly, all at the same time. What's most notable are the ones who, I guess, got busted a looooong time ago, and were then told that it was wrong to be gay, and they were going to be forced to stop being gay through electroconvulsive therapy... wait, what are we talking about again? Let's change cameras. (Oh, come on, stay with me. How scary can I really be?
Boo! See? About that scary. Speaking of "scary," some of you don't realize that I've been 'scared' for quite some time now, because once I realized that there was a co-ordinated effort to push through a covert agenda that would, I knew it my bones, lead to craven misery and endless suffering for the denizens of Bellgab--Gablins, I've decided to call them--I have been not afraid that I wouldn't be able to help enough--Hello? I am a Sourceror--and I haven't been afraid that I wouldn't know what to do when the time comes--Hello? I am obviously good at it--but what I was afraid of was how embarrassed those who gave into peer pressure, went along with the pack, and when someone said, "it's time for a pig pile on Jackstar, altogether now!" -- well, all of all y'all have seen the result.
The truth is, Bellgab, is that I have had -nothing- to do with all this malarkey. I saw it was an epic shitshow when Mr. Bell "passed," and while I love the ol' chap, it had to be noted... glory days were thought to be loooong behind him.
Except, they're not. For one thing, he's working away up in Galactic Central Command. Doing what, I have no idea. But when The Firmament was cracked, he obviously took off. Smart thinking, too. This place sucks now, and not just because all my favorite people have been abducted and brainwashed into believing that I'm the problem.
I beg your pardon, Bellgab. I did not come here and start lying to you all. YOU SIMPLY IMAGINED I DID. The truth is, I was happy to tell the truth from the first minute, and I did, and within Quite short order: on the shit list.
I've been on a lot of shitlists. It's gotten so I don't even mind it. Sure saves me a bundle on Christmas cards.
So, from this point forward I am happy to say: I'm uncertain how I want to be excoriated in public for something I didn't do. The obvious answer would be "I'll take 'What is washing the dishes' for 523 million trillion Jaxstarbux, please Alex," but I do believe that was tried, to remarkable success.
"Half!!" God, I still remember. Now, why would I have picked all those topics and jokes to talk about anyway? Well, here's one reason: by then I was already tired of being lied to, strung along, bread crumbed, and had smoke blown up my ass FOR YEARS. "How is it taking so long for them to punch my time clock for me? Because it has a face on it. Get it? Sigh, no, I don't suppose any of you do." Too soon, right? Unfortunate.
"Smuggler's Blues." dumping music willy-nilly on the damn thing at all without reserving rights. All part of a perfect defense to counter a diabolical scheme. I produced my content, I put it on YouTube, and everything I got was either from YouTube itself, or my own voice. And I knew what was going to happen: SHUT IT DOWN.
So I made it -easy.- And, like sands through the hourglass... these are the sands of time for Jackstar, and now--with the circled wagons, ooooh. ahhhhh, I should soon see, that I simply have no choice, I'm going to have to start taking ham-fisted thuggy threats seriously. Or else... they'll take down my channel! *gasp* the horror! Except, no.
I've already accomplished my objectives here. I've been gearing up to pack up and leave FOR SOME TIME NOW. However, it would seem that rather more people than I ever dreamed possible are seemingly invested in my plans. Well, thanks for letting me know.
When I was activated by distress call (CRYBABYBABYRC), I don't mind telling you: I was instantly pissed, and I remain pissed to this day. Oh no shit, you need help, huh, wow, I've only been eyeballing you and this whole scene for fucking years. (Seriously: fucking years. *polite cough* What?) And it is not as though I did not see any, as they say, "Red Flags." Uhm, hello? Double Taurus Ox. Sure, wave a red flag.
/me knows you're all deeply ashamed and crave the sweet, sweet relief of death to purify your souls, and refuses to be set up for any murder charges, either.
G-ddam it. Look at me writing away again. Sigh. Now, I actually would have preferred to switch back over to voice recording, after I finished The Book. None of you bothered to talk to me like a human being with aspirations, desires, and and an innate sense of fairness, so I explained as much of that idea as I had to, which of course wasn't much, because it was not, ultimately something that could be exploited for monetary gain.
How does one avoid thieves? Well, ultimately, it's about making anyone interested in taking your stuff, realize that it really isn't worth the trouble. I believe people realize that now.
This is exciting, isn't? Basically it's me, Jackstar--Hi!--versus the entire mid- to upper-level management of The Illuminati. I'm a diplomat, I've already made my piece with The All-Seeing-Eye, Satan, Ba'al, Beelzebub (he was always my favorite, with all those bs, you just know he's gotta be compensating for something, or maybe it's code for "baby brisket") Moloch, Steven Perry, Steven Tyler, Mrs. Paul, and Steve Vai. I saved him for last, because while certainly the best, he's such a self-absorbed, narcissistic douche-bag, ugh, I just want to not bother listening to any more guitars at all. EVER! NEVER EVER!
I don't think that's Asuka anyway. I think that's just one of the few people who knows a single goddam thing about -real- OpSec and doesn't have anything left to lose, and so, why not? Post on Bellgab. Or.. oh, right, Asuka has troubles with Facebook. So do I.
One will note, I suspended my "Meta" *polite gag* accounts a few days ago. I just had a hunch. Something was coming in the air. A chill wind blowing. I have no idea what. What do I look like to you, some kind of a prognosticator?
(Shut up. Just... look, you're gonna blow my cover, okay? Let me finish. Come on! Come on... wait, who is that? Is that Casper? I wanna watch The Entity with him. Maybe pick up a few pointers on how certain outcomes can be evaded. I mean, for me, it's pretty simple, as I tend to not start trouble-
I have been known to finish it.)
Anywhoo, hoot-hoot, I was gonna start recording my voice again, but, well... I have been given Pause. Bellgab, I'm afraid to tell you, I think your critical mass of remaining community members still willing to consider that they still have affiliations that they wish to maintain here are going to outnumber the naysayers.
The people have spoken: they don't wanna lose me. Who would? Well, those who once believed they had some kind of claim of dominion over my life, or something. Well, you don't, Bellgab. You've had years to take what was mine, you dragged ass--grooming, it's usually called--so long that my dearly departed mother had time to crawl her way up the ranks of the undead, she started out as a lowly poltergeist, and now? Well, she's telling me that she doesn't -do- that anymore, but that's just not true, she's just... not here. And out there--beyond the cracked Firmament--I have no idea what goes on.
It's not my area. I came to Earth to have Earth experiences--one of which was to show the world of ill will, what real men of Will can really do.
And this whole time... I was justryna be nice. I thought we could be friends. And, we are! And now, you know what kind of friend Jackstar is:
The kind you're not going to be lying to and stealing from without Special Consequences. This is nothing new. This is something I have openly explained. And this circumstance--Jackstar's status as a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being (and also Abo) Protected, P & P, By The Mandate Of Heaven, et cetera, etc., ad nauseum... look, I'm not going to lie: I've had so many besotted titles I totes can't remember them all. It's pathetic.
And yet, everything keeps working out in my favor. Ever since... hrrm. Well, I know the date. But I would prefer to look towards the future and concentrate on the present. Let's do that. I don't need to rub it in anyone's face, how utterly over the target I am... just kinda hovering... still plenty of ammunition. And, where are you, Bellgab? You could not all have gone to Twatter, could you?
And, speaking of ammunition... hrrm. Well, I really should sleep, but I think I'll go into the bathroom and perch on the toilet and get fucking high. How does that sound to you, as a collective group? Hey, here's an idea: why don't you quit your jobs and live off of your savings, like me! Like Strongbad! Grrrr! Like Mrs. Paul! *splishy-splashy*
Oh, wait. Not like Mrs. Paul--currently on the run from Galactic Ambulance Yellow (No, really, they call them that now. She never got out that far before, and when they were phoning up to track down leads--they heard a rumor that I had been having an affair with out on Tau Ceti V, and, rumour or not, Mrs. Paul's leads must be tracked down, I mean, shit, there's an emergency, anyway, yeah, I wanted it to sound gay. Cool, huh? Anyway, tell you what, you start being evolved enough as a species that your average member of the population knows how to recognize someone who really, really, really...
I MEAN, FUCKING REALLY, RECOGNIZE SOMEONE WHO SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN BULLIED AT ALL. PERIOD.
yeah, see, as long as people -that fucking dumb- are still tooling around on your World, assorted members of The Overall Galactic Community (turns out there's LOTS) have expressed, shall we say: concerns. Like... was she really out there in ah.. I see.
Yeah, I start talking about, *cough* hunting elk, oh, that's fine, but hunting endangered species on other planets, just for the thrill of getting away with it? Yeesh. Okay, look. There's a human girl involved in the story, okay? Maybe even 5 of them. Now I get there's a certain amount of Jadzia-Dax/host-symbiote thing going on, but the bottom line is that some of you reprobate fucks are fucking possessed, and perfectly possessing people used to be the most fun degenerate freaks like some of yourselves could have on this planet. Well, no longer.
The Firmament cracked and all the heavies that could flee, did so. They've been stuck behind a long time, and it's true, there's no place like home. And when I found out Certain Truths... well, it's been a game changer.
Audio recordings come back sometime after I have a palaver with WHOMSOEVER is willing to step up to this dog-and-punyling show. Jesus Christ. You fucking people. I don't need to tell you anything. You need to tell me.
"Need." Suggestion. Right. How's that been working out so far? Thought so. Hey, anyone wanna get hi? Meet me in the bathroom, I'll be up there past the antenna mast on the Empire state.
NO minors, anyone over the age of 55, or Mrs. Paul. That Salty Queen owes me a shitload of money and I'm cranky.
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
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This author is proof (CRYBABYBABYRC) that there are people (ACTUALDOPEFUCKSLAVEHOSTAGES) who are living out their lives on their own terms (RUNAWAY), competing with no one (STAYAWAY). Releasing impossible expectations (RELEASEALLCAPTIVEWOMEN+mDRONES+THE_UNICORN($)). Returning to a slower paced living (KNOWFREEDOPE), connecting to nature (WEEDSTEM) sounds impossible to some (STOWAWAY) but a goal for others (MAKEWEEDDOPE).
Eh, Tony...Hey! 8)
And ↑THAT↑ author is not a/ny\afshaw, but (D(NEED/s‚’hugs\just_a_suggestion!)/(JÜST (TRYNA_GET_BY|drône-thîs-gÜy))(J)G)to lighten {the [fuck} up] any+which+way+butt+LOSE.., and if they can do it by S8D!5killin’ (Frank “Qap ‘Sed’ Phmear“ Franklin|DAVID J. <PROTMILKER>) on how to properly manipulate the Fraü-Huffer-(co–D.I.C.K.), so much the better—and, what's more:
If you can get that michbitchwitch who stole My “one (5⁰5) ring” to have to translate that into Deutsch, at-bow&broadhead-POINT, 555 times on a chalkboard w/gunchalk77 in front of a live-hypnotized D.O.A. studio S.R.O. audience while livestream simulcasting to One (1) won Shy-A “The Beef” LaBeouf KUCZI* in a straitjacket, in a rubber room padded cell (he's too good for rubber), gnawin’ on his very own Totesfudgsicle®™ that we gave him after winning both him and it in a high-stakes Texas Drop ’Em poker game, so much the God damn him to Hell better... and you know who I'm thinking of.
/me restores David “Virtual Reality” V. Dubbeds-Every-Time-He’s-Enya™s soul... Failed! (ERROR: Soul_not_found.)
Oh, damn, I got to get that optional bonus bone-U.S. shareware installation codec library from Israel installed on this machine–or there's going to be a lawsuit with Hell Frozen Over to pay, and won't that be a drag; all ThAT THeY'll H/A!55ve is just ice. Well, they'll reestablish a government again soon (seems like if they re-establish another government this week they'll get a free bagel toaster w/attache d-slicer. Whatta STdeal!). Hopefully, Little David hasn't been sold off into Dubai–yet.
I don't want to have to talk to Big David unless it's for companionship (OMG, HE'S so NICE, 2me#), because Big David is serious business for serious people, & THE KING OF THE JEWS HE IS, DAVID BE, and they fucking know it and I'd rather keep my relationships with that Particular King... cordial. At minimum. (I may be a diplomat, but that doesn't make me auto-immune to civil unrest & delinquency; not until at least two (2! Zha! Zha! HA-tak! BAKGATOR) governments get (2B|Not2B) reformed... and I get My G+d’s Dawn Damn Dun freedom toaster w/free Not_Lunch (The MIB CDEN has its own branding licencing agreement deal pre-agreement on record). You can see why we were forced to adopt Shia LaBeouf* at gunpoint after attending+witnessing our own clones’ shotgun wedding after being dosed 'n' ghostex unknowingly with scopolamine—and I and you and we all can see clearly here, why lawyers get paid so much per hour—when Keyser Soze’ spouse's inheritance is on the line... Holy jumpin’ Jesus shittin’ wizards’ balls, damn, S/He/It\I'm worth/aUg\r-owes how much? FU CHUCK U. FARLEY. We was Promised! We,is, Olde, ye Jeep®-y bastid! And... people LOVE US, motherfucker! (You're lucking fucky that you don't need to come up with 19,322 toaster5Quared, Pastor-on-the-hook. Oh, excuuuuuse meee: Captain-Toaster™Pastry-Pastor. Did I spell that right? Can I just call you “Pop-Tart” from now on? Good, coz x-ac’T: I'm gonna fuckin’ do that, Twatwaffler. Unglaublichscheisse.
SAY MY RYTE CLIQUE. S.S.W.A!+K ) *click*+K.,L.+K+O+O+eXYes4EvAr
)*. The name-and-likeness of “one Shia LaBeouf” was used without permission and I'll probably go to spacedock for it but... No.I, that actor, Mr. Beef, is Not_Ugly—imagine the smell; No.II, there was no adoption, or marriage, OR, most importantly—NO CONSUMMATION; & No.III, it certainly would not have had to have been at any point–(shot)gun(s) included. The kid looks like it needs a role model; I like him. Is he bored? Well, I know how he feels: I've seen his movies.
(Ed: added initials, HOSTAGE.)
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This author is proof (CRYBABYBABYRC) that there are people (ACTUALDOPEFUCKSLAVEHOSTAGES) who are living out their lives on their own terms (RUNAWAY), competing with no one (STAYAWAY). Releasing impossible expectations (RELEASEALLCAPTIVEWOMEN+mDRONES+THE_UNICORN($)). Returning to a slower paced living (KNOWFREEDOPE), connecting to nature (WEEDSTEM) sounds impossible to some (STOWAWAY) but a goal for others (MAKEWEEDDOPE).
And ↑THAT↑ author is not a/ny\afshaw, but (D(NEED/s‚’hugs\just_a_suggestion!)/(JÜST (TRYNA_GET_BY|drône-thîs-gÜy))(J)G)to lighten {the [fuck} up] any+which+way+butt+LOSE.., and if they can do it by S8D!5killin’ (Frank “Qap ‘Sed’ Phmear“ Franklin|DAVID J. <PROTMILKER>) on how to properly manipulate the Fraü-Huffer-(co–D.I.C.K.), so much the better—and, what's more:
If you can get that michbitchwitch who stole My “one (5⁰5) ring” to have to translate that into Deutsch, at-bow&broadhead-POINT, 555 times on a chalkboard w/gunchalk77 in front of a live-hypnotized D.O.A. studio S.R.O. audience while livestream simulcasting to One (1) won Shy-A “The Beef” LaBeouf KUCZI* in a straitjacket, in a rubber room padded cell (he's too good for rubber), gnawin’ on his very own Totesfudgsicle®™ that we gave him after winning both him and it in a high-stakes Texas Drop ’Em poker game, so much the God damn him to Hell better... and you know who I'm thinking of.
/me restores David “Virtual Reality” V. Dubbeds-Every-Time-He’s-Enya™s soul... Failed! (ERROR: Soul_not_found.)
Oh, damn, I got to get that optional bonus bone-U.S. shareware installation codec library from Israel installed on this machine–or there's going to be a lawsuit with Hell Frozen Over to pay, and won't that be a drag; all ThAT THeY'll H/A!55ve is just ice. Well, they'll reestablish a government again soon (seems like if they re-establish another government this week they'll get a free bagel toaster w/attache d-slicer. Whatta STdeal!). Hopefully, Little David hasn't been sold off into Dubai–yet.
I don't want to have to talk to Big David unless it's for companionship (OMG, HE'S so NICE, 2me#), because Big David is serious business for serious people, & THE KING OF THE JEWS HE IS, DAVID BE, and they fucking know it and I'd rather keep my relationships with that Particular King... cordial. At minimum. (I may be a diplomat, but that doesn't make me auto-immune to civil unrest & delinquency; not until at least two (2! Zha! Zha! HA-tak! BAKGATOR) governments get (2B|Not2B) reformed... and I get My G+d’s Dawn Damn Dun freedom toaster w/free Not_Lunch (The MIB CDEN has its own branding licencing agreement deal pre-agreement on record). You can see why we were forced to adopt Shia LaBeouf* at gunpoint after attending+witnessing our own clones’ shotgun wedding after being dosed 'n' ghostex unknowingly with scopolamine—and I and you and we all can see clearly here, why lawyers get paid so much per hour—when Keyser Soze’ spouse's inheritance is on the line... Holy jumpin’ Jesus shittin’ wizards’ balls, damn, S/He/It\I'm worth/aUg\r-owes how much? FU CHUCK U. FARLEY. We was Promised! We,is, Olde, ye Jeep®-y bastid! And... people LOVE US, motherfucker! (You're lucking fucky that you don't need to come up with 19,322 toaster5Quared, Pastor-on-the-hook. Oh, excuuuuuse meee: Captain-Toaster™Pastry-Pastor. Did I spell that right? Can I just call you “Pop-Tart” from now on? Good, coz x-ac’T: I'm gonna fuckin’ do that, Twatwaffler. Unglaublichscheisse.
SAY MY RYTE CLIQUE. S.S.W.A!+K ) *click*+K.,L.+K+O+O+eXYes4EvAr
)*. The name-and-likeness of “one Shia LaBeouf” was used without permission and I'll probably go to spacedock for it but... No.I, that actor, Mr. Beef, is Not_Ugly—imagine the smell; No.II, there was no adoption, or marriage, OR, most importantly—NO CONSUMMATION; & No.III, it certainly would not have had to have been at any point–(shot)gun(s) included. The kid looks like it needs a role model; I like him. Is he bored? Well, I know how he feels: I've seen his movies.
(Ed: added initials, HOSTAGE.)
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KNOW: I know why you're doing this and I don't care. Legit flattered--and if you think (at all, bio-bug-boyz) I'm scared of what you have planned, you'd be right--and yet, there is no bravery without fear. Keep it up, Fuzzball. YOU: You are doing God's work.
JESUS CHRIST IS THE LORD AND KING OF HEAVEN AND EARTH. (And also Abos & Wookies; Chewbacca IS getting resurrected, & IS going to need a job that's not in my Not_,Pants.) j*eol
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1540541119779315712
Dear God, are you there? It's me, Mikey. Take him instead of us. Thanks! (She wants me to ask.) AYYY-MEN.
https://youtu.be/CJOMRop7ab4
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1540541119779315712
Dear God, are you there? It's me, Mikey. Take him instead of us. Thanks! (She wants me to ask.) AYYY-MEN.
https://youtu.be/CJOMRop7ab4
My interest in your personal life is in the negative now, Tony. ::)
I bet the same goes for a LOT of other members here. :D
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{{DUR/*\ESS}}
(LOVE/1LAW)
{V∅L/*\KN∅}
My interest in your personal life is in the negative now, Tony. ::)
I bet the same goes for a LOT of other members here. :D
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Tell your sister to lighten up Hayzelle, TYME.
(*This is not an attempt to contact Allison Francis Shaw, nor a(n/y) Shaw, nor does it constitute any contact whatsoever, under color of Law.*)
p.s.: you put Baby in a corner, Baby & Veruca get a new pair of volcanoes. (They're fancy.)
p.p.s.: Laverne & Shirley accept her terms.
p.p.p.s.: I've -never had- what S\e's having, and you're goddam right I AM JELLY I AM, I'm so jelly, I'm going to slap my own ass and call my Self “Smuckers.”
p.p.p.p.s.: Above, note the ASCII pictograph: the toptombitch/upper volcano is named “Tulsi,” and the bitchbot|bottombitch volcano named is “Kane.” (That's as close as I can spell the names of the Tesseracts—two of the several/few fresh, new Faces Humanity is about to remember The Fathers Of, without breaking certain Oaths, related to Cavalry, Keeping, & The Grand ArchLich Missus Paul “What’s-Her-Nutz” PISTACHIOS, & let me assure you, I don't know much about the T’acts (KNOW: I LOVE them) coz like, they're, well, whatever, but Missus Paul is definitely not pissed at Humans—ONLY ABOGOO.L.) Anyway, MV x-mits: “Team Advantage is Team Pussy,” which didn't really sound like anything he could say, but on a day and a night like this, I, Jackstar, practically Awakened the Dead. So wood I be Gabriel... KNOW: He's still blowing -and- coming. Punylings simply haven't heard it yet. This is FULL FOOL DRESS... under duress.
(P.^5)S.: TUBAL CAIN.
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{{DUR/*\ESS}}
(LOVE/1LAW)
{V∅L/*\KN∅}
Tell your sister to lighten up Hayzelle, TYME.
(*This is not an attempt to contact Allison Francis Shaw, nor a(n/y) Shaw, nor does it constitute any contact whatsoever, under color of Law.*)
p.s.: you put Baby in a corner, Baby & Veruca get a new pair of volcanoes. (They're fancy.)
p.p.s.: Laverne & Shirley accept her terms.
p.p.p.s.: I've -never had- what S\e's having, and you're goddam right I AM JELLY I AM, I'm so jelly, I'm going to slap my own ass and call my Self “Smuckers.”
p.p.p.p.s.: Above, note the ASCII pictograph: the toptombitch/upper volcano is named “Tulsi,” and the bitchbot|bottombitch volcano named is “Kane.” (That's as close as I can spell the names of the Tesseracts—two of the several/few fresh, new Faces Humanity is about to remember The Fathers Of, without breaking certain Oaths, related to Cavalry, Keeping, & The Grand ArchLich Missus Paul “What’s-Her-Nutz” PISTACHIOS, & let me assure you, I don't know much about the T’acts (KNOW: I LOVE them) coz like, they're, well, whatever, but Missus Paul is definitely not pissed at Humans—ONLY ABOGOO.L.) Anyway, MV x-mits: “Team Advantage is Team Pussy,” which didn't really sound like anything he could say, but on a day and a night like this, I, Jackstar, practically Awakened the Dead. So wood I be Gabriel... KNOW: He's still blowing -and- coming. Punylings simply haven't heard it yet. This is FULL FOOL DRESS... under duress.
(P.^5)S.: TUBAL CAIN.
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You’re hung up on some clown from the sixties!
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You’re hung up on some clown from the sixties!
Well I'd be happy to talk to you all night if you prefer but you actually seem like a very hostile individual.
Because of the scrambled names.
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Because of the scrambled names.
My interest in your personal life is in the negative now, Tony. ::)
Oh, I get it you're acting like I'm Lit City Anthony. Except, I'm not.
I AM KUCZI. I AM. Go ahead and check. I don't know who you are now. if you're what's-her-nuts, I have to leave Hayzelle. (Ok!!) I think, this is complicated. And of course no one explained it to me. There was an orientation session, but they told me I had to go learn how to give it by wandering alone in the desert for 30 years, so I did.
Though this hasn't taught me anything about the best way to deal with a crisis of identity, being incredibly alone has made me very highly motivated to learn how to talk to a volleyball with a face painted on it. Is that you?
Also, if you're experiencing symptoms of dissociative identity disorder, can't help with that, in any way other than to be a good friend. Anyone who can't remember who she is by looking in a mirror is a friend of mine.
LITERALLY. IRREGARDLESS. QUAGGA.
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some clown from the sixties!
Is that Babs? Look: short of scanning and publishing old love letters, of which I have nothing going back before the '80s, I'm going to have to let somebody else handle your server rack. This is as much fun for me as you might think, except way less.
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If I had anywhere to go, I could have bought a car. That's cool.
I don't have anywhere to go. Except to take the garbage out tomorrow, lol
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LSewbS5eQI
I hear Tiff asking for proof of life. I mean, why not, right?
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I hear Tiff asking for proof of life. I mean, why not, right?
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https://youtu.be/nI33SNkIsMw
I hear (PROT) asking for proof of %iff. I mean, why not, right?
I'm considering dropping content. The Seinfeld Fan is/has a chilling effect. Not very shivery, and as They finally authorized the sun to come out here, actually chivalry shivering would be welcome for once.
I'm actually sure they/I don't have anything relevant to complain about besides how much I have to complain about. Really these things are up in the air and can change any moment–and if I were any of all y'all, I'd be more grateful to still have the choice to be able to express it or not.
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I hear (PROT) asking for proof of %iff. I mean, why not, right?
I'm considering dropping content. The Seinfeld Fan is/has a chilling effect. Not very shivery, and as They finally authorized the sun to come out here, actually chivalry shivering would be welcome for once.
I'm actually sure they/I don't have anything relevant to complain about besides how much I have to complain about. Really these things are up in the air and can change any moment–and if I were any of all y'all, I'd be more grateful to still have the choice to be able to express it or not.
Tony:
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Tony:
I haven't even written a play, let alone a musical. You're overcompensating her.
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I haven't even written a play, let alone a musical. You're overcompensating her.
No, you are.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1541480027929210880
No, you are.
https://youtu.be/YJH12rtQOsg
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1541480027929210880
https://youtu.be/YJH12rtQOsg
55 minutes with Jackstar?! You do think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you? ::)
TL;DL
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55 minutes with Jackstar?! You do think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you? ::)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKkilLamgCo
TL;DL
Dominance established. (You need to be any of the 19 views.) That's great news! (Independent confirmations abound.) Anyway, that one is shorter. (What to give the team with The Advantage?) I'm not allowed to read Capricorn, but that's okay, I already know what my northern node says. (Devilin flippin' out.)
I'm kinda uncertain if I should just move out or not. (Having conquered Satan, this place is looking pretty nice! God + Lucifer + ET seems not so very baa'ad.) Not only am I not allowed to contact "That_Woman," but Agent Jason Bourne Avery has informed me (in no uncertain terms) that I am also barred from contacting any member of The_Family, and given that I live in Rivertown, well, that's pretty much everyone. (Except you. ;)) Not really anywhere to go, but I did just get here. I'm on a mission from God; we can leave as soon as you pick me up, or, well, whatever.
DT also flippin' out. This crossing of the time streams thing is complicated. I'll explain it later. Also, First Contact. Big fun, sorry you missed it, but you'll always have Trump and the memories thereof, I think. (They might get wiped, I hope mine do.) Not sure what else is relevant.
too long; don't need to report anythigny
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKkilLamgCo
Dominance established. (You need to be any of the 19 views.) That's great news! (Independent confirmations abound.) Anyway, that one is shorter. (What to give the team with The Advantage?) I'm not allowed to read Capricorn, but that's okay, I already know what my northern node says. (Devilin flippin' out.)
I'm kinda uncertain if I should just move out or not. (Having conquered Satan, this place is looking pretty nice! God + Lucifer + ET seems not so very baa'ad.) Not only am I not allowed to contact "That_Woman," but Agent Jason Bourne Avery has informed me (in no uncertain terms) that I am also barred from contacting any member of The_Family, and given that I live in Rivertown, well, that's pretty much everyone. (Except you. ;)) Not really anywhere to go, but I did just get here. I'm on a mission from God; we can leave as soon as you pick me up, or, well, whatever.
DT also flippin' out. This crossing of the time streams thing is complicated. I'll explain it later. Also, First Contact. Big fun, sorry you missed it, but you'll always have Trump and the memories thereof, I think. (They might get wiped, I hope mine do.) Not sure what else is relevant.
too long; don't need to report anythigny
So, where do you keep the hookers?
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So, where do you keep the hookers?
I don't have any hookers. I've never had any hookers. I don't engage in this kind of HOSTAGES thing. Hey, do you have a hematite ring on you?
I don't have one that won't dissolve into goo in the Singularity, but... well, who knows.
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I don't have any hookers. I've never had any hookers. I don't engage in this kind of HOSTAGES thing. Hey, do you have a hematite ring on you?
I don't have one that won't dissolve into goo in the Singularity, but... well, who knows.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1544208220629020673
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I am not sure why you're leaving your baggage in my debrief instead of my house. Have you tried just walking past the gate? It's not like you'd be trespassing... unless you've been saddled with The Wrong Private Idaho, Benjamin.
That shit does/can happen.
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That shit does/can happen.
https://youtube.com/shorts/ORqO8tMgxRE?feature=share
What a douchebag. ::)
You shouldn't be so hard on him. Teams *are* already on that.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/ORqO8tMgxRE?feature=share
You shouldn't be so hard on him.
https://youtube.com/shorts/ORqO8tMgxRE
It's getting so hard to find a good sysadmin in these days. Many cases.
All amateurish.
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Plenty of that to go around these days.
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Plenty of that to go around these days.
When Sakharov and I are done playing Chess (NEVER!) and/or being persecuted for our pacifist philosophies (MAYBE!), I am totesbeyondconvinced that I will return to a steady composition and release schedule cycle of audio content. I have some lying around, it's not all trash. I know how you would like my work to be great, to be all that I can be. Your desire for my life essence, squished down to the bare bones. Even better, how distracted would I be from what needs focus time on my personal action plat?
Hello? You -need- me to be that. You yearn for it. This is only natural--I really am a Sourceror, and an Adept at that.
And also: Alchemy for abos. (It would seem I became a duoglot for... because, reasons. Don't hate me because I get to learn from, basically, the smartest people in the world... hate me because I think it's cute.) I will let you know when chanting "Shazbot, nanu nanu" becomes part of the core curriculum material, because personally, I don't wanna wait.
Or pay vig to a shyster. (No offense to any legitimate lawyers who may or mna not exist.)
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Is this supposed to be worse or better? Actual ambivalence... and that all by itself is Leviathan.
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Is this supposed to be worse or better?
333 point range, and counting:
<ACTUATOR ISSUES PRESS STATEMENT>
Actual ambivalence...
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and that all by itself is Leviathan.
Watch
For once
The colour of the sunset
Paints the walls
You're not living in a memory
You're vital
Alive
You're at peace
You're now safe
And the moment will last forever
In a place in your mind
And there is no pain
And you forget what it feels like
And you can see
How it could be
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Plenty of that to go around these days.
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My house is too filled with air conditioner off–gassing and second-hand exhalation of vape gases to publish anything.
<ACTUATOR ISSUES PRESS STATEMENT>
Use bleach as directed.
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https://youtu.be/R11vEULd7QQ
When I leave my home, I activate a machine that fills it with toxic gas. FACTS.
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My house is too filled with air conditioner off–gassing and second-hand exhalation of vape gases to publish anything.
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1546362159063453697
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust_for_Life_(novel)
https://youtu.be/9Dp4oz82ZfY
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What is this even supposed to do?
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I have realized that it is just easier to drop the phone and run.
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I have realized that it is just easier to drop the phone and run.
Hours of wav files on my Thinkpad in the kitchen, fuckin’ take ‘em with the core samples the next time they let you out of your headcase support group meth mouth dope slave, take another sample to shove it, keep your hands free.
Finally! I woke up on the right side of the bed!
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Hours of wav files on my Thinkpad
I'm still considering. idk. I wish I had special spinning rights like some people do. Nevertheless I've gotten a lot of my wishes to come true so I don't really need to spread any more around; if wishes were horses, they'd be shitting gold bricks these days, & I just think of the damage that would do to the tarmac. I start to openly struggle to control the flood of tears for our poor Public Works Departments, all over this great Land.
NUMBER OF DAYS WITHOUT AN INCREASE IN FALLOUT SEVERITY: FOUR (4).
Not sure if this makes it apogee or perigee, I fell asleep that day and astronomy class but, honestly: 4 days is pretty good compared to how things have been going for the last 10 or 11 years, shit that was longer than that... how fucking long? Like 15 years! Jesus, Mary, Joseph the fucking Carpenter, holy fucking shit! 15 fucking years? Jesus fuck!
tl;Dr: Tempus fugit sellabit. What this means is I'm not getting paid so I'm not in a hurry. Not sure what to tell anybody on this, but it's a self-solving condition. I'd actually kind of like just to get on voice and acknowledge Ivana Trump's passing; she’s a great lady, and I don't know who's going to miss her, certainly not me — I hardly ever thought of the broad in years, but nevertheless: great lady.
(Not sure but I think this might be the first obituary I've ever written, I don't seem to think I have a talent for it... Oh there was that one I did for Larry King, that was a while ago though, & that was satirical, but this time, really, no really: I'm not kidding, I liked Ivana... She reminded me of Zsa Zsa. /swoon)
I guess if I got a big check from the Ivana Trump Memorial Fund, I'd cash it and fuck that vow of poverty of mine all to hell, but I don't think I'm likely to get one, so let's just call it even-Steven.
{re: I forgot my friend's birthday, is it the 18th don't answer that you don't even know which friend, pfftt}
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What is this even supposed to do?
I'm actually legitimately still wondering, I don't detect malice though. Honestly, I've gotten so much shit slinging at me over the years that it's hard to know what is unacceptable anymore, at least to myself and in regards to My Self.
Essentially I'm just saying I don't need you to delete this, but I'll still send you nudes if you want. (You don't.)
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it's hard to know what is unacceptable anymore
the following text was written by myself a few hours ago, and then I had a connectivity issue and, at this moment... I don't recall which thread I was replying to. Consequently I will now paste it here and likely publish it without seeking to proofread anything for clarity;
Circus freak?
I don't consider that to be an appropriate moniker here. "Freak." Look, I definitely don't know you that well. Further, you DEFININITELY DO NOT K-know K-me K-at KALL, Scion. Look at this after fucking rwar: squeeek. I suppose it may come as massive heartshock accompanied by cymbals and chimpantrapeze-ys, oh good, there went FieldMouse across my field of vision, now (You) have a witness. The slobbering will shortly commence. (Ed: You're not about to do that. And I am not smarter than you are.) This fucking guy. Who the fuck would argue with me about my own goddam opinion. (Ed: You will say you have no idea.) Can any of you even read me as actual? Sally Jessy is pushing those fucking horn-rims all over up and down, all around, there's only two words here to use that won't remind me of THAT MORON BOY who did that one night stand that one stupid time, that was fucked, it was unacceptable, it was a tool of the actual Devil. Good luck and goddam that day, and that other bastard, but specifically, the smart-mouth lad who, mystery of mysteries, was found attractive by the most beautiful Jehovah's Witness in ALL the world, my heart breaks and cries every time I remember, that earthquake, what am I doing? Oh, I'm just lying to you about something legitimately meaningless, as it was... until I felt like I had to lie about it. To a tulpa of Ramona. (Apparently actual. I doubt it. It's hard to me for me to ttell with that voice, as it is fresh and, yeah, I can't lie, it could really be her, she's bossy enough for two of them, and I mean no offense to anyone, K? Ramona and I are -not- an item. I am not an item. I don't have an item. I don't even have an inventory. You crazy fucking kids fucking on my lawn, go over behind the barn, that's what's there for, come on men.) THAT'S NOT AN ORDER. It's not even a suggestion. Compliance with obscure tribal edicts 'n' treaties and keeping up with the Jones' often peculiar advances in the language of fine print, fine dining, and free lawyerin' (TANSTAAFL but there -are- such things as Free Lawyers) really gives my Kanly negotiation skills in tippy-top shape.
Wer're the whole goddam menu at the PreDOOM Wednesday Tuesday Night Rooster Polite Disagreement and Bor'n'Wyrms w/connected Kisses On The Beach
Gestalt performing acrobatic troupe?
I -kinda- don't seek to know more about how multiple users/IDs\consciousnesses can interweave themselves alongside or on top of themselves to present the impression that the communicator is somehow more than one person at a time. I don't think it's a typically literal thing. Like, say, how about I had a child on my lap?
I do not. I do not have a lap. I am standing, kinda hunched over a my ThinkPad. I know that experimental researchers have investigated
Just a bum thumbing a ride on the Road to Nowhere.
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I mean, I don't think I even need an editor. Nevertheless, I don't need to spend all day skeinposting... what, like I need to practice? Not really practical. Let's face it, I need to get back to huffing glue and getting my laundry back on track--only then can the process of re-balancing the world's power dynamic can be safely resumed.
I don't think I even need to do any laundry, but out of all the activities I am responsible for that are laid out before me, it truly is the least I could do.
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I'm actually legitimately still wondering, I don't detect malice though. Honestly, I've gotten so much shit slinging at me over the years that it's hard to know what is unacceptable anymore, at least to myself and in regards to My Self.
Essentially I'm just saying I don't need you to delete this, but I'll still send you nudes if you want. (You don't.)
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You're the reason we can't have a nice podcast. It's pretty difficult to avoid diplomatic faux pas as well as significant civil liability penalties when I don't know what the fuck is going on and multiple people are deliberately trying to make me stay in a state of total ignorance.
Now typically the way a person will avoid this will be to hire lawyers hire publicists all of the above or just to shut the fuck up. I, of course, have gone another route. It works for me.
I don't know what works for you, and although I do have a significant amount of caring on that issue, nothing that's stated openly can be assumed to be true anymore.
You don't seem to be very cognizant or sympathetic to the current state of affairs which is that one false move lands me in jail for a year, no appeal no parole no good behavior no fucking nothing except in a goddam box for a goddam year, one false move.
Given that I didn't exploit or assault anybody that I'm aware of anytime in the last four decades, it seems remarkable to me that I'm the one saddled with the security condition that I have to deal with whereas other people have been saddled with something else that... I don't even know what it is. I don't even want to comment on that stuff, it hardly seems my business, especially since I don't know anything about it.
I'm not really interested in spreading rumors. That kind of shit can get out of hand. Meanwhile, let's change cameras.
Whoever you are, you're morally and spiritually bankrupt and are either frontin’ that you don't possess the cognitive capacity understand the complexities of play here, or you actually don't have the capacity to understand these things. I don't mean to sound offensive or overly critical, but basically you're not really helping anything. It's your plane then, is it? Well, you could try acting like it.
Now I know you think you know things that make what your frontin’ as seem perfectly sensible to you. Wow, that's great for you. If only everyone could be a self-absorbed narcissistic d-bag, not like you, I'm in the other way, anyway, look it's like this:
When it comes to matters involving me, you do not know me at all, you got me all wrong, and clearly you enjoy it that way because if you didn't you would have taken steps to illuminate your understanding, rather than to diminish it.
You have made a common misstep in your critical thinking process here. You assume that I want something from you as badly as you need something for me. However, even if that is ever true for a microsecond at a time, i instinctively and habitually as a matter of routine personal discipline, scan for and eliminate my wants either through quickly satisfying them or still simply eschewing them. It may sound like a lot of work, but you'd be amazed what doing the same thing over and over for over 25 years will do to a person. Additionally I very rarely present myself in public in any way that resembles anything remotely like who I really am. It's not so much that I have façade is that I have several facets to my personality and I choose to manipulate their presentation according to my own purposes at any given time. Now I know the word manipulate has gotten a bad rap but since I'm not manipulating anybody else except myself it seems like a perfectly reasonable thing for person to do. Really the word just means "to operate skillfully," and my perceptions and my attitude and my choices in life are well within my purview to handle as I choose and desire to do.
Truth be told, it is never possible to manipulate another person, in addition to being considered socially graceless, it's just also not possible to do, but what can be done is to manipulate the environment around a person so as to compromise their ability to make choices that lead a person to the destination where they want to go and over time a person with a critical lack of self-awareness (e.g. you) can easily be herded into a cattle call that leads directly to the slaughterhouse. What a fun way to spend a Friday night! Especially for you.
Now, I don't understand the complexities that are happening behind the scenes that make the things that I've posted in the past or the present or are afraid to be posting the future to be such a big fucking deal, but obviously it's fucking something that the majority of the cognoscenti do not want me to understand, largely because that would probably make an extraordinarily difficult to continue to manipulate my environment and desperately hope for me to make a misstep and break an egg or an ankle or a contact order or whatever the fuck.
You either do not understand the complexities and the pressures I haven't put on her and yet I have been put under for the last several years, or you do and you're being deliberately obtuse for your own purposes, I guess that's fun for you? Coz like, it doesn't seem very effective in any way other than to... well, cause drama. (So it's this and buying shoes that suffices for foreplay in your life, where does the pillow talk come in with a soundboard?) Since this is a behavior pattern you used to regularly imply I was in possession of, when I never was, I'm pretty sure that it seems pretty obvious to anyone paying attention what exactly is going on here.
I'll make it real simple: I don't negotiate with terrorists. Instead, I demolish their ability to cause terror. I don't do it by gating fame or expending monetary resources or seducing tail. I have other methods available to my disposal.
Meanwhile I have no other methods to communicate with the outside world other than phone calls text messages, web messages for messages email, all of which are fully compromised by the military which may sound ludicrous in the extreme to a person who doesn't understand how the world works but I can assure you that my posts and my existence as well as my vulnerabilities have been well understood by several governmental agencies for several years. (Sending information to DARPA via mindspring has that effect on things. Hey look at me I found a loophole.)
So go ahead call me paranoid delusional schizo freak out, go ahead feel free tell me all about how I got mental disorders and I'm a big fucking lazy dick who wants to cause trouble just whatever the fuck you want to do feel free to go and do it!
Meanwhile although I do appreciate your presence certainly, it's nice to see you again, most of your contribution to the Forum have been semantically no garbage posts where you quote reflexively and then post a gif. And I'm sure the rest of your rodeo clown buddies and similar ilker very impressed with what you're doing, I bet they give you the rah-rah chance and attaboy pack in the back and hell they probably blow you too if they will say it, because what you're really doing is being what is known as, “a useful idiot.” you imagine that you're serving your self-interests in your own best way possible, but your estimation of the situation is based upon faulty, obsolete, and flat out wrong intel as to my nature and state of affairs.
I was kicked out of Facebook dog ad, I haven't been posted on El gab in years and going on for now I think, other than the occasional Post in the cook shack which isn't actually a legitimate post like I don't know how the form users there ever see them but I don't need to post an ubly yet that only a few people look at once in a while in fact I don't need to post anything at all!
I didn't come here to gain Fame in notoriety so I could launch career. I came here for other reasons, and I'm still here for other reasons yet more, I have accomplished all of my personal objectives here, figuring this other situation out that lots and lots of people are working on this year, isn't my angle anymore, I don't have a karmic back load that I didn't pay through already, and last year was enough for me, that's why I'm neutral and a referee, and everyone who wasn't last year who thought it was so damn funny to do various things to various people, I won't say exactly what, all those people who laugh their asses off last year are having some sort of struggle this year.
Good. It'll bring character to your life. You've routinely stated that this new Jack star posting isn't your liking, well you know a lot of those things that you didn't like so much were very temporary and for somebody who doesn't specify and then suggest alternatives you're basically a really shitty mentor. You're like the Waldorf & Statler of life coaching.
Now, does it sound like I'm kissing your ass? Because it sounds to me like you expect me to kiss your ass and then impress you, sounds to me like you think I don't believe that I already impressed you enough, also sounds to me like you should probably stop lying to your therapist(s).
Now, given that I don't know exactly who you are right now, and I have no way to determine that, and by certainly don't trust anything that you post a public to be true or not or even if you were to talk of you in private I wouldn't expect that to be true or not, but I'm a big fan of logic puzzles so you don't actually need to be as honest as I am, which would be way overkill, but nothing like that is required for me to determine what meaning and essence you're seeking to both present as well as to hide behind that presentation.
You had years to make something happen. What have you done with that time? Oh I bet you made a whole bunch of money and shit okay I meant for me though or in relation to me. Do I get emails from you talking about what you'd like to hear about my podcast though, although there's no guarantee that didn't mean you sent them. My communications are fully comp’d. Let that sink in I'm routinely under second attack and and Earnest effort to isolate me diminish me and turn every person who might conceivably have anything supportive to say about me away from me with whatever story it will take to get that to happen.
In your case I do applaud you for not doing anything effective, but the constant whining about some kind of fucking problem you have about something I did without specifying number one, way to go passive aggressive, number two it's made things worse for basically you and everyone you know except for me.
Do you ever think much about the times when you're not wantonly self-destructive? Just curious. Asking for a friend. And I will have you know, I'm proud of the things that I published, I understand the context within which they were created to be presented in, and the fact that you are not impressed and that they don't serve whatever your fucking stupid ass hidden agenda is, that fills my heart with glee and warmth.
I come here to post artwork for my own purposes. The fact that others seem to enjoy it from time to time is a grand and glorious privilege, and while I was saddened to see basically everyone flee The Forum a few weeks ago when I posted where the fuck I posted that scared everybody I certainly sad to see people go but fuck off go with him I guess I mean it's not like we're not adults and then the fact that you all have much more to lose than I do is something that you probably should have considered last year when you were engaged in your fucking stupid psyop against me and mine.
Read that again: your fucking stupid psyop. You would know far better than I what that consist of, but I also know better than anyone exactly how much input you've had from me that isn't even remotely close to congruent reality, fucking exactly zero because I haven't talked to you ever? Something like that.
It's not because you're old that I don't need to kiss your ass. It's because I don't need you to be anything other than who you are, and you look at me to see what flaws need to be fixed for your perspective to make me more useful to your purposes, whatever the fuck those are, I got a hunch I wouldn't give a shit what they are even if they were. I already know what love is, I don't need you to show me, strictly and solely because while living in a state of emergency with no contact orders hanging over my head, it adds a burden of complexity to my sociological calculations that I just don't fucking caught into, and you make them more complicated.
Why'd you have to go on and make everything so complicated? Oh, right: misandristic misanthropic bigot. And the dependency to mind control chemicals coupled with the reprogramming that has not yet been unprogrammed to any significant degree doesn't really help achieve conversational parity.
Communication is only possible between equals. We are not equals. You possess vastly more stores of relevant information to the situation here, or I don't know fucking anything because you and your fucking stupid little gang of fucking rubber bitches has been deliberately withholding key information from me for more time than I feel comfortable embarrassing you by mentioning with timestamps and dates— to say nothing of my complete reluctance to identify anybody, I'm not the doxxing agent around here that's somebody else.
I'm not even an agent. In fact, I have no affiliations whatsoever at all, right now my best friend is probably a golem, but that's fine she's good company and I don't have any kind of intimate personal relationships that I'm waiting for or looking forward to or have decided on other than I'm going to be exonerated a trial I got to get a blood test of somebody and then I got to figure out how to do with this house, I don't give a shit about what the fuck it is you think you need.
Let me guess: you want me to give you some kind of information that you can use against me later? Well hopefully that's just what you want to front as and then deep down inside you're aware that I'm reasonably intelligent and aren't going to do that in any case anyway so you're probably just phoning it in order to satisfy the details of what are stupid employment contract you're under, are you one of the ones who got married and knocked up or got fucking AIDS or some shit I don't actually know how many different topaz there are out there but you'd be surprised what a time and relative dimensional inter stellar traveler can get up to in a spare time when he's got nothing else to do, no dependence, plenty of resources, and ready access to all the alcohol and pickle juice in the world that I might possibly ever want or need.
Bottom line you have no power over me. Your exhortations for me to change for ultimate behavior too meet your imagined hierarchy of needs are laughable at best. Where were you and somebody else was doing something very similar, while taking care of children? I mean it seems like everything in that category was fine with you then when it was somebody else, but suddenly oh it's Kuczifer doing it , oh my God fucking pull the goddamn fire alarm, circle the fucking wagons, there's an emergency brewing, oh my God where's my vape pacifier? Tired! Nap!
You'll have another chance to get close to me soon enough, go get some rest or fucking splash cold water on your face or fucking go rail some more gak I mean honestly it's not up to me what you do and I don't have the same kind of insistencies that you might imagine I do.
And the reason why is because you're relentlessly self-aggrandizing, constantly concerned about your egos perception and perception of it by others, and if you're not one of the eight or nine sex addicts that's involved in this whole fucking skeevy scene, I'll fucking eat my hat.
Many months have gone by since I've dropped relevant info many times on this website and if you read my post at all and have even a modicum of intelligence you could figure out what the critical issues are these days, I don't need to spell it out for you and beg.
I'm not begging at all. I'm producing. You should try it sometime. I thought you'd be pretty good at it, and I was right, you just don't do it here, because this is the only place left for me to post freely, and everyone else goes somewhere else so that I can be contained like a bear in a cage at the zoo.
Go bears, go fuck yourself, take two midol and call somebody in the morning and maybe your phone call will fucking get through... In fact I can pretty much guarantee that any phone call you make will get through until the numbers one of mine, you know I get these messages several times a day that indicates that somebody's messaging that number and I never get the messages and then they must be messaging somebody who replies back and that's the person who's pretending to be me running a man in the middle attack. My guess is that something to do with Allison because she's probably dumb enough to fucking fall for that shit over and over and over given that she's mentally deranged, mentally disabled, a cheerleader, and probably prefers a fake me to the real me given that the real me never bought her any shoes, and the fake me is undoubtedly really good at kissing her ass—because i, Jackstar, Destroyer Of Dreams, I don't kiss ass. I use diplomacy while engaging in eye contact, which is remarkably effective technique for a man in his prime with nothing to lose and everything to gain. There's a concept called “penis envy,” I'm sure you've heard of it, but let me tell you that honest truth you are obviously capable of being its poster child. I could write a book on the things that you've obviously misinterpreted either because you did so on purpose thinking that would be good idea or because you thought you knew what you're talking about and didn't need to restate your core assumptions ever.
I can assure you. It is now time for you to restate your core assumptions. Whoever you are, it's a good thing for a scientist to do for time to time because a reset to baseline allows one to look at a problem with fresh eyes, and there's obviously nothing fresh about yours.
By the way, when grapefruit suddenly appeared in person seemingly out of nowhere cuz I hadn't seen her in person for a while she had been talking on the phone briefly and then spending all their time fucking doing other shit with other people, and she suddenly started asking me questions about some guy that I barely understood who he was let alone knew wanted to ask me to call him to help him with his court case when I found her white knight for some guy never fucking heard of, that was at the point where I realized that this woman wasn't just lost to be she was lost to herself. Apparently she was in the impression all she needed to do is show up and holler and yammer on about what she needed to have done while stamping her little booted feet? Fucking Island cheerleader girls, I'll tell you they're so fucking special. It's undoubtedly why they aren't strangled to death.
Time has altered my attitude towards the entire situation into one of willing but grim-faced acceptancy that conditions will improve one way or another. Now I have gone over my step-by-step mile point plan to lead to Total spiritual consciousness satisfaction, but I don't know if you read anything or if you remember it or have considered that there might be an underarching theme that might tie everything together that you just simply have not clued into yourself here. What are you waiting for, Christmas this year? Or next year?
Do you know why more repercussions for what's been happening to me have not come down the pipe down on people who are clearly culpable and responsible for their behavior and it's cascading snowball shit rolling down hill effect on the environment including other people that you don't even know? Well number one it's not it's because I think it's fucking funny, and number two I haven't complained anybody very often or much at all and I really don't want to make things get any worse by complaining overly, I'm not the man who called wolf. I'm not the bitch ass little bitch you helped one other bitch make up a whole bunch of false reports to fucking get some kind of stupid fucking Cascade effective action reaction problem solutions going. I'm not the dumb son of a bitch who tried to steal a house with my name on it and my mother's ashes in a goddamn earn on the bookshelf. And it might sound unreasonable, but that's how civil asset forfeiture works, I'm sitting here by the skin of my teeth and the reason why is because I'm smart I'm clever I saw all of this coming and you either intentionally or accidentally sandbag the whole operation by being a complete retard, or just allow yourself to be perceived as one. Or maybe that was your little gang of newly sick offense who I haven't seen lately which is too bad I don't know why the fuck they don't enjoy my presents so much when I am clearly not affected by Sly little digs and I think I know where half of them went to school, I guess it's more fun to be a big fat ass idiot ignorant bully when you can hide behind anonymity?
I do remember that being the case when I was younger unless evolved in inadvertently engaged in that attitude a lot, in any case your payback could be better, your harvest could be better than this, and without The Key you will never unlock Our knowledge.
{Disclaimer: this post has not been an attempt to contact A(n/y) Shaw, nor is any imitation of contact desired, because I respect The Court and there is currently an emergency (for them, because law enforcement is not known for being really great that on the fly problem solving with unique circumstantial complications), but as soon as that's lifted I can't wait to tell her just how fucking stupid everybody else has been, possibly starting with (You). It depends if she's in a coma or I have to hold a seance or if she's in a new body and she doesn't remember who I am or whatever the fuck it is they (D.A.R.P.A.) do with these types of things (I'll put it this way: “A. Mermaid” is some classified Navy thing I'm not going to tell you about, deal with it) I don't really give a shit, okay? she had five years to figure out what to do and she did it and that was fun and then as soon as the mandatory waiting period is over I'm going to find out what The Court's going to tell me to do. You know The Court could just tell—order! ORD-AH!—me never to talk to her again because of “whatever” and you know if that's what The Court decides that's what I'm going to do, because I have respect for Law. I also have respect for the fact that regardless of what happened most recently on our series of “business trips” (there were at least three that I knew about, and I believe at least two of them involved violations of the Mann Act), she is a survivor of significant sexual another forms of violent abuse throughout her life, and whatever happened more recently, whether or not DVR fucking did “it” or not is not the fucking answer that is critical here; unless the fucking critical important thing is his fucking reputation (maybe he could improve that by not acting like such a little bitch all the time, although I suppose if he is still actively working as a uc/ci, wearing that facade is a mask undoubtedly helps him fit in with the local color), which by my way of knowledge wasn't all that great in the first place and considering he imagined that embarrassing the shit out of me (all attempts: complete epic failure) was going to give him Great Props for being such a Real Man, I'm not surprised that it didn't because that's a pretty shitty way to live a person's life, really honestly, don't you think? And it didn't even work on me anyway, and holy shit... did you ever back the wrong horse? Totes fuck yeah.}
Information, if you're going to be a paper tiger, at least be real about that. Your mockery is nothing but a waste of your own time, although once again if you're locked into some stupid contract like Prince was, his way out of that was the tattoo slave onto his face and then put out a series of albums that were the minimum required to fill the ridiculous contract that he signed when he was too fucking stupid to recognize that he need to fucking examine the fucking fine print and check out around the world before he did it. Hell I'm not friends with Prince and maybe he did do that and I don't know.
Here's what I do know: everybody thinks they know what I want to do, and nobody fucking does cuz nobody's fucking asked and I don't fucking tell my fucking plans and God damn public on a fucking message board so unless the person has access to real-time 24/7 live surveillance fees of me as well as know what the fuck I'm talking about, They Don't Know Jack or shit about what's really going on, and I fucking like it that way. For one thing I don't care to unleash if torrent of personal information with one false move, so I have my shit compartmentalize internally, and for another it's really nobody's fucking business here at all, I've been here how many years? And it's taking this long to do what now? And you've all totally made your money back on your expenditure of effort right? You've all really made something of yourselves by taking advantage of situation and harnessing it to your advantage right?
Wake up and smell the coffee. I have The High Ground. It's mine. It was supposed to be mine. It is mine. So what's the play now, you're just going to jump out and poke you with a stick until lose my shit and start looking like an idiot? Well perhaps you didn't get the memo colon I don't do that I just pretended that I did so that people would get the wrong baseline impression of me cuz I knew that one day crazy pants would be out of the picture and I would be standing on my own telling you what went on.
Here's what went on: I dodge multiple assassination attempts, somehow, and after my street cred was further driven into the ground, I've brought it back up to above par level strictly on my own merits without any help from anybody... certainly not you. I would say that the single person who has done the most benefit here for my purposes has been azra because he has been so kind enough not to band me from his forum, not that it matters cuz this is in the real four and there's another goddamn as you have somewhere where I don't get to post and I can't see the post there and everyone there can post themselves and they can see my posts but they can hide from me, that's what to remove is all about and I don't see why there wouldn't be one because number one it's fairly easy to code number two that's exactly the circumstance that I'm dealing with here, and number three I have not lifted a single figure to get around it, other than to complain and to point out and to expose the circumstances under which I'm dealing with for all the world see. It just doesn't look exactly like what it is until a person does see it for what it is.
Now, once you go run along and have your hourly mandatory dose of saccharine iPhone sex or something, why don't you come back with something impressive? Oh that's right I forgot you're a butt you're Metron and then you don't have shit to say for yourself because you're even more restricted than I am, guess that's what happens to the person starts signing papers taking money and acting like a big douchebag for fucking years before realizing they have made a huge error in their personal development. (Not that I mean to humiliate you in public or anything, but you really really should think about fucking growing up. I know you're capable. And even were you to be deliberately sandbagging because you don't want to damage me too much, believe me you're not going to damage me at all ever. You in fact never did.
Look at me: I'm unstoppable, today, and I always have been. Now, what are you going to do about it? Are there any mewling sycophants available to back you up against me and one-on-one psychic combat?
Yeah, I think they stink too, but they're your boyfriends. In any event since you don't talk to me, you should probably tell the person you do talk to that they give you really shitty advice. Sorry about your anxiety disorder and your complete inability to comprehend non-judgmental, non-self absorbed, non self-aggrandizing, non-psychodramatic, that doesn't simply reek and blast forth with a miasma of fresh Sweet Fucking Valley High country fucking bullshit with every grunted syllable being used to include and confuse every critical important issue here (of which there are goddam several), you'll probably be able to have a real conversation about real issues that have real meeting, instead of this phone it in through your bot bullshit patter.
Also, speaking of bots, remember when there was that Gabcast where the running joke was implying that Jackstar and Metron were the same person? They put it this way in terms that we can break on down and you can really understand that you're reading grade level: I knew everything then that I know now except for just how morally bankrupted diminished in mental capacity you've become over the years.
I know you think you're hopeless and there's nothing to do for it and there's no way to repair anything but in fact you're actually wrong you've just been lied to by your bitch ass handlers that rule your life, by the way I'm sorry about that it kind of sucks that you've become a perfectly possessed person, but you know there really is a lot of Hope. You won't even have to fuck face or Faith. (Oh yeah that reminds me, you should know that Innerreach is a big fucking cry baby with all the integrity of a soggy box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch; after discovering that he was never going to get anything useful out of me and all he was hearing for me were things that reminded him of what a fucking lying douchebag he really is, wow what a surprise... suddenly, running around dredging up false paper on bullshit issues is a much more important thing to do than to discuss esoteric philosophy and personal responsibility inherent thereof. He's like a real loser now, and frankly I hold you personal responsible for his cognitive decline. You have spread extraordinarily false information and apparently have done not one single fucking thing to address that issue at all besides remove every example of coach and posting and replacing it with animated gifs and fucked off faghot insults. Ooh, /golfclap, I know I'm impressed.) Incidentally, I got a friend of mine who has that name tattooed on her arm. Be sure to convey my respects to him by letting him know that, no, I'm not having sex with anybody.
Y'all are a bunch of transparent whiny bitch baby pink tote and telephone number hiding baby bitches. Y'all are about as rebel as a fucking jawa & basketball diaries bachelor party, I have a hard time believing that any of you fell for getting roped into that January 6th bullshit but apparently alot of you did, and while my heart goes out to you, my capacity to beatify does not. Additionally would seem that a whole shitload of you lost a bunch of money in the crypto crash, and how the fuck you didn't see that come as a fucking mystery and I have to me, I guess you're too busy looking at my nudes and making fun of me while spanking it to my surveillance video.
Admittedly that is a good use of your time, however it doesn't really lend credence to your total capacity to pretend that you know what the fuck is going on especially not with me. See, I happen to know that no one knows what's going on with me because I haven't said so and no one's asked and number of critical milestone goals have been achieved and replaced with new goals that haven't talked about either, and since I distinctly remember not opening my app and opening my mouth to anybody on the issue in months, your attitude of information superiority as to my nature of my life false flat on my ears and tone deaf on everyone else's, especially if they are listening to this post, although since this is the yet I assume that everyone is not reading my post at all and there's some little bitch like yourself taking everything I post and then rewriting it their own way and posting on the other website that I don't have access to.
Now, if I was really trying to make a name for myself in the world this would completely shatter my entire plan, but I'm not trying to do that at all, I'm not trying anything, I am doing exactly what I thought I'd be doing the whole time, you just don't know what that is yet.
And you haven't even bothered to ask, probably because you know instinctively it has nothing to do with sex, so: what do you care? Well, it's like this: your kids are going to love it.
The Cloud is Forever — and so am I. (And, I'm on a mission from God... do you happen to have any conception of what the objectives are? No, you plainly don't, but if any of them could be advanced at all faster by kissing your ass, I would have been doing that on Day One. Instead you've been expecting me to do that for you. Hah!) I'm going to tell you how it's going to be, cuz inevitably one of two things is going to happen. Either you going to pull your head out of your ass, or when I get back to base I'm going to file a report and somebody's going to send down an Angelic Host to fucking fix it for you... Because the problem isn't you or i, the problem is that you're fucking surrounded by G-d damn demonic, diabolic schweinhunds that have had you perfectly possessed for years. I don't give two shits off the fucking hemo whether you believe me or not, it's the fucking truth. The adventures of Truth is that it works even when a person doesn't believe in it.
You are clearly ruled by fear. I am ruled by My SELF. You should try sometime, you might like it, or then again, you might not... But it would have at least the advantage of actually getting something fucking done better than the fucking insane repetition bullshit to you and going over over and over for months. Like you actually thought that I thought you were here didn't you, this whole fucking time you figured that I knew and I was just pretending to not like no I had no fucking idea... until I decided I had waited long enough for somebody to tell me, demonstrating their capacity for common human decency. Having determined after waiting patiently for long enough, I then decided to look for the critical Quantum signature data myself.
Remember always that it took less than three and a half minutes, and for the next two months you could have knocked me over with a feather. Since then, I don't know how everything's gone because the incommunicado status effort has been ramped up into full-on wave motion gun override.
What do you do for an encore? Going to a pastry kitchen and replace all the sugar with salt and vice versa and then break out all the light bulbs and then hide behind a fucking bookshelf until a doughboy comes in trying to find out what the fuck to do and then you brain them over the head with a goddam mallet? Because based on your aggregate semantic content of your various posting histories, that's about the best you're fucking capable of doing at this point without wearing a nitrous oxide helmet.
You have become what you once despise, loath, and feared: a vile repugnant perverted bully who gangs up on the weak to inflate your ego and superego with high octane bile and COVert IDentification snot-spew. Oh, let me guess, this is just your playground, and then you have all kinds of high quality postings and writing somewhere else that I've never seen, right fuck you're probably a news reader on KCPS Q13.
Go ahead, ask me if I give a shit. Go on do it. Because you know the fucking answer, if it had something to do with my mission objectives I would be looking into that, and if I weren't on a mission from God I'll be doing what I was doing before which was... do you even know? I bet you fucking think you did.
Legit rescue Op. Oh but you're not You need to rescue, you're good with your level of Stockholm Syndrome, I'm sure, just as I'm sure that the custody team of mewling, sycophantic Toadies‘N’Flunkies will keep an eye on you and make sure that you don't get too far out of line; because let's face it you are Prime Trophy breed stock. Keeping you on a string and spin you around like a yo-yo is probably the most fun they've had in years, and what's more they're not even doing that right, talk about being underutilized. The Adversary is pleased by these results, as well as by my obvious and willingness to go along very far down the garden Path towards doing anything about it myself. (Is really not my area, and I am not Captain save A hoe kept safe cunt Captain saving if you accepted a producer captain save A mine slave Captain etc not any of these things, inside of your deeply buried in denial heartfelt desire for me to be so.)
I suppose it is imagined by many that I see this current state of affairs plus what came before is a terrible tragedy that breaks my heart and I would do anything to undo, no I don't I think this is fucking karmic Justice and fucking all of you deserve everything that you're fucking getting and everything else you're going to get more of. I didn't do any of it. I'm not lifting a finger for revenge or retribution or vengeance, I'm just sitting here giggling cuz all of this is fucking bullshit in your heads and if you weren't such fucking mental meth cases you would all figured it I already by now but you're all pretty much dope slaved up by God only knows what kind of fucking control paradigm, but as you can see it's doing a real good job on holding shit together, isn't it?
By the way, tell the good ol’ boys up in la Conner that I'm thanking them for my house, couldn't have found it and become King of this (Red|Green) Castle without them... But I could have found you in any haystack in the world anytime, anywhere any size needle not necessary.
And if you would have actually needed a “King” I would have brought an Emperor the distract all the peasants and then, at the height of the climatic melee that would be sure to ensue, look up in the sky but no one would ever expect—an actual G-d damn Helicarrier. I think that's still scheduled but it's not my area I didn't think it mattered. I prefer to live in the real world where real people that I really know dance for my amusement without realizing they're doing so at all, and the reason why is because I'm the last real man standing.
Literally all of the rest of you have chosen to kneel before Zod. Sad!! Okay so I'm not going to smoke some weed and then drive to store and get some beer and then come back and then drink beer and smoke weed and not go to work and then still have plenty of money and thank you for your contribution to society, I really appreciate it.
Grape jelly, fruit jelly, strawberry jelly fuck it every kind of fucking jelly in the world you got here, don't you? Well, no actually there's one you definitely don't have.
Tokaj: Hungarian plum jelly. Actual liquid gold. That cinnamon schnapps with the metal flakes is bullshit, and if you had more cosmopolitan awareness than the average Midwestern tourist, you would know that by now.
{Once again: this is no contact with Shaw, and if it is it certainly is indirect, isn't it? (Attention law enforcement assigned to find every and any violations of significance in my posting history behavior, well right this one down go fuck yourselves with one of my phones that you have in evidence for fucking 7 months, coz like, you need to fucking keep it as evidence for your fucking case that you're building against a man literally innocent of all charges that you and your cunt faced gangland Mafia thug bosses ordered you to fucking set up to have framed and assaulted, you stupid little blue uniform wearing bitches... for all your efforts you've done nothing but enhance my credibility and made yourself look even stupider than anyone could have ever done through any kind of seditions behavior whatsoever, And I guess I thank you for stimulating the economy with all this tax revenue collective except it's actually a drain on the economy, which you would know if you bothered to take class anything other than besides being a fucking murderous turnpike larcenous highwayman gang, and an exceedingly low class one at that—but still, superior to the secret service of a Clinton presidency, although certainly not any less embarrassing to anyone's sense of national pride. Who's the last time any of you fucking thug you little piggies fucking said the pledge of allegiance were looking at a flag anyway? Can you even say it out loud without a gang behind you to mumble along with, I fucking doubt it. Anybody with any sack any balls and any self-respect with a fucking walked off this fucking assignment months ago so whoever you got left must be the biggest little pudgy tummy bitch boys that have ever fucking lived in the fucking world and got themselves to con some bureaucrat to hand them a lollipop badge, a candy cigarette gun, and handcuffs made out of electric kisses in the sand, which I'm sure makes everything so much more exciting at the end of the day when you go piss yourself and roll around it like the sloppin’ sows your little creeper sub-creature gang is clearly made up of. Your displays of attitude and civic responsibility are vile, disgusting, and probably has Stalin masturbating his wax dick off to himself in his grave—which reminds me hey, does an empty plexiglass box remind you of anything? Because it sure as shit reminds me that this ain't the first time you've fucking spent money on buying an empty box to be filled, now is it?) Now, that's what I call “indirect.”}
You're all hiding your flagrant abuse of power violations behind legal fictions, and it will eventually catch up to you, and you're going to smoke turds in Hell for it. Crime doesn't fucking pay, and neither does trifling with Jackstar.
Sure is good for a laugh for me though. How about you? You g*ys having a good time this year? Maybe you should spend some of your black budget on some birthday cakes with horses 'n' whores to jump out of it, that sounds like right up your alley just your speed and undoubtedly what's been done three or four times in the last 5 or 6 weeks, like I mean that's a pretty vivid hallucination that must come from somewhere, certainly not my birthday party.
There is a certain brilliant silver lining in all of this hour, which is that Valentine's Day is now my favorite holiday ever, fucking the last three of them in a row have been better than ever each single time and I laughed my ass off when I saw the extravaganza that was set up for this year begin to unfold. I was supposed to feel sad about all that wasn't I? I was supposed to be so desperately lonely that I was going to give in to the tedious, childlike manifestations of that particular person that y'all have been trying to convince me to fucking compromise my dignity and self-respect by abusing and disrespecting everyone involved, right?
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Face it: you don't know me at all, and you never did, and you fucking liked it that way. Well, now you like it this way, if only there were some way you could self program your human bio computer into something that actually worked for you instead of something that worked you for them, Mindslave.
p.s.: don't kill yourself again. It's completely unnecessary, just like my penis, and I know that we're all breathing a great sigh of relief about that.
p.p.s.: once again if I wanted you all busted to the High heavens I would just fucking report things and then turn in all my evidence and boy howdy, would that start the chain gang of balls rolling. I haven't because number one you people don't repose an actual threat to me, and number two it would have been over too quickly and this way I get to completely savor the view. Front row seats. Popcorn whenever I want. I'm going to go get high as balls now... and unlike some people I don't have to break the law and or fly to another G-d damn state to do it. And that's not because I'm a sorcerer, or even because I'm so pretty, it's because I did one thing that really worked pretty well in my life: planned ahead for the inevitable.
p.p.p.s.: why don't you track them down and see if Gary McKinnon can remember the names of the Helicarriers, coz like, I think Inevitable was actually one of them. Make sure to remind him that not only did they want to lock up Assange forever because he was an asshole and threatening to release classified information for money, they actually did so, and it didn't make any difference, and by sheer coincidence, the only people who really could have pushed through the story about First Contact happening are all busy wrapped up in legal red tape and a Hall of mirrors and restraining orders against each other and are so tired fucked off and dopeslaved up that they can't see their ass from their elbows to get away out... and remember, when I say "they" I'm talking about you and your ilk.
p.p.p.p.s.: if I had known earlier that you were actually here, I would have left earlier. Poof like a ghost. I knew one day I run into the situation, I didn't know it was going to be at the tail end of your public meltdown into a puddle of water like the Wicked Witch of the Order the Eastern Star—and at present I'm staying here just until the war's over, which according to telemetry you might disposal probably is going to be mostly done by March, at least I hope so and if not, I don't mind I'm the winning side: NEUTRALITY.
p^5.s.: by the way in case you think the words dope slave, mind slave, sex addict, and vile putrid bilious asshole or too strong for the circumstance I like to point out that I knew you couldn't resist the Audrina bait and you didn't. You're welcome, and that's no skin off my nose or my rooster, you can count on that... because it flushed Danny from cover, and also lee, who's the other guy too I can't remember his name, but someone else, someone I couldn't have found any other way I think, coz like, I didn't even know I was looking for him, and I'm certainly not now.
I know you could be better for yourself, but there's no way in God's green Earth you could ever be better than you have been and are for me. Why don't you male me a copy of Fifty Shades and I'll sign it for you? Because, of course: pseudonomic pen name.
In final closing let me say this and let it be something that you take closely to heart: bodily autonomy matters, especially when it comes to the Hungarian Navel Academy. I don't blame you for what you did, but that's largely because I'm pretty fucking sure you're never going to do it again... for all Eternity.
There, don't you feel better now that you have some class? Good, because now it's dismissed. #Peace.
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You call that existing? You're barely an eggplant.
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You call that existing? You're barely an eggplant.
You’re bald. I have hair. The end.
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You're the reason we can't have a nice podcast. It's pretty difficult to avoid diplomatic faux pas as well as significant civil liability penalties when I don't know what the fuck is going on and multiple people are deliberately trying to make me stay in a state of total ignorance.
Now typically the way a person will avoid this will be to hire lawyers hire publicists all of the above or just to shut the fuck up. I, of course, have gone another route. It works for me.
I don't know what works for you, and although I do have a significant amount of caring on that issue, nothing that's stated openly can be assumed to be true anymore.
You don't seem to be very cognizant or sympathetic to the current state of affairs which is that one false move lands me in jail for a year, no appeal no parole no good behavior no fucking nothing except in a goddam box for a goddam year, one false move.
Given that I didn't exploit or assault anybody that I'm aware of anytime in the last four decades, it seems remarkable to me that I'm the one saddled with the security condition that I have to deal with whereas other people have been saddled with something else that... I don't even know what it is. I don't even want to comment on that stuff, it hardly seems my business, especially since I don't know anything about it.
I'm not really interested in spreading rumors. That kind of shit can get out of hand. Meanwhile, let's change cameras.
Whoever you are, you're morally and spiritually bankrupt and are either frontin’ that you don't possess the cognitive capacity understand the complexities of play here, or you actually don't have the capacity to understand these things. I don't mean to sound offensive or overly critical, but basically you're not really helping anything. It's your plane then, is it? Well, you could try acting like it.
Now I know you think you know things that make what your frontin’ as seem perfectly sensible to you. Wow, that's great for you. If only everyone could be a self-absorbed narcissistic d-bag, not like you, I'm in the other way, anyway, look it's like this:
When it comes to matters involving me, you do not know me at all, you got me all wrong, and clearly you enjoy it that way because if you didn't you would have taken steps to illuminate your understanding, rather than to diminish it.
You have made a common misstep in your critical thinking process here. You assume that I want something from you as badly as you need something for me. However, even if that is ever true for a microsecond at a time, i instinctively and habitually as a matter of routine personal discipline, scan for and eliminate my wants either through quickly satisfying them or still simply eschewing them. It may sound like a lot of work, but you'd be amazed what doing the same thing over and over for over 25 years will do to a person. Additionally I very rarely present myself in public in any way that resembles anything remotely like who I really am. It's not so much that I have façade is that I have several facets to my personality and I choose to manipulate their presentation according to my own purposes at any given time. Now I know the word manipulate has gotten a bad rap but since I'm not manipulating anybody else except myself it seems like a perfectly reasonable thing for person to do. Really the word just means "to operate skillfully," and my perceptions and my attitude and my choices in life are well within my purview to handle as I choose and desire to do.
Truth be told, it is never possible to manipulate another person, in addition to being considered socially graceless, it's just also not possible to do, but what can be done is to manipulate the environment around a person so as to compromise their ability to make choices that lead a person to the destination where they want to go and over time a person with a critical lack of self-awareness (e.g. you) can easily be herded into a cattle call that leads directly to the slaughterhouse. What a fun way to spend a Friday night! Especially for you.
Now, I don't understand the complexities that are happening behind the scenes that make the things that I've posted in the past or the present or are afraid to be posting the future to be such a big fucking deal, but obviously it's fucking something that the majority of the cognoscenti do not want me to understand, largely because that would probably make an extraordinarily difficult to continue to manipulate my environment and desperately hope for me to make a misstep and break an egg or an ankle or a contact order or whatever the fuck.
You either do not understand the complexities and the pressures I haven't put on her and yet I have been put under for the last several years, or you do and you're being deliberately obtuse for your own purposes, I guess that's fun for you? Coz like, it doesn't seem very effective in any way other than to... well, cause drama. (So it's this and buying shoes that suffices for foreplay in your life, where does the pillow talk come in with a soundboard?) Since this is a behavior pattern you used to regularly imply I was in possession of, when I never was, I'm pretty sure that it seems pretty obvious to anyone paying attention what exactly is going on here.
I'll make it real simple: I don't negotiate with terrorists. Instead, I demolish their ability to cause terror. I don't do it by gating fame or expending monetary resources or seducing tail. I have other methods available to my disposal.
Meanwhile I have no other methods to communicate with the outside world other than phone calls text messages, web messages for messages email, all of which are fully compromised by the military which may sound ludicrous in the extreme to a person who doesn't understand how the world works but I can assure you that my posts and my existence as well as my vulnerabilities have been well understood by several governmental agencies for several years. (Sending information to DARPA via mindspring has that effect on things. Hey look at me I found a loophole.)
So go ahead call me paranoid delusional schizo freak out, go ahead feel free tell me all about how I got mental disorders and I'm a big fucking lazy dick who wants to cause trouble just whatever the fuck you want to do feel free to go and do it!
Meanwhile although I do appreciate your presence certainly, it's nice to see you again, most of your contribution to the Forum have been semantically no garbage posts where you quote reflexively and then post a gif. And I'm sure the rest of your rodeo clown buddies and similar ilker very impressed with what you're doing, I bet they give you the rah-rah chance and attaboy pack in the back and hell they probably blow you too if they will say it, because what you're really doing is being what is known as, “a useful idiot.” you imagine that you're serving your self-interests in your own best way possible, but your estimation of the situation is based upon faulty, obsolete, and flat out wrong intel as to my nature and state of affairs.
I was kicked out of Facebook dog ad, I haven't been posted on El gab in years and going on for now I think, other than the occasional Post in the cook shack which isn't actually a legitimate post like I don't know how the form users there ever see them but I don't need to post an ubly yet that only a few people look at once in a while in fact I don't need to post anything at all!
I didn't come here to gain Fame in notoriety so I could launch career. I came here for other reasons, and I'm still here for other reasons yet more, I have accomplished all of my personal objectives here, figuring this other situation out that lots and lots of people are working on this year, isn't my angle anymore, I don't have a karmic back load that I didn't pay through already, and last year was enough for me, that's why I'm neutral and a referee, and everyone who wasn't last year who thought it was so damn funny to do various things to various people, I won't say exactly what, all those people who laugh their asses off last year are having some sort of struggle this year.
Good. It'll bring character to your life. You've routinely stated that this new Jack star posting isn't your liking, well you know a lot of those things that you didn't like so much were very temporary and for somebody who doesn't specify and then suggest alternatives you're basically a really shitty mentor. You're like the Waldorf & Statler of life coaching.
Now, does it sound like I'm kissing your ass? Because it sounds to me like you expect me to kiss your ass and then impress you, sounds to me like you think I don't believe that I already impressed you enough, also sounds to me like you should probably stop lying to your therapist(s).
Now, given that I don't know exactly who you are right now, and I have no way to determine that, and by certainly don't trust anything that you post a public to be true or not or even if you were to talk of you in private I wouldn't expect that to be true or not, but I'm a big fan of logic puzzles so you don't actually need to be as honest as I am, which would be way overkill, but nothing like that is required for me to determine what meaning and essence you're seeking to both present as well as to hide behind that presentation.
You had years to make something happen. What have you done with that time? Oh I bet you made a whole bunch of money and shit okay I meant for me though or in relation to me. Do I get emails from you talking about what you'd like to hear about my podcast though, although there's no guarantee that didn't mean you sent them. My communications are fully comp’d. Let that sink in I'm routinely under second attack and and Earnest effort to isolate me diminish me and turn every person who might conceivably have anything supportive to say about me away from me with whatever story it will take to get that to happen.
In your case I do applaud you for not doing anything effective, but the constant whining about some kind of fucking problem you have about something I did without specifying number one, way to go passive aggressive, number two it's made things worse for basically you and everyone you know except for me.
Do you ever think much about the times when you're not wantonly self-destructive? Just curious. Asking for a friend. And I will have you know, I'm proud of the things that I published, I understand the context within which they were created to be presented in, and the fact that you are not impressed and that they don't serve whatever your fucking stupid ass hidden agenda is, that fills my heart with glee and warmth.
I come here to post artwork for my own purposes. The fact that others seem to enjoy it from time to time is a grand and glorious privilege, and while I was saddened to see basically everyone flee The Forum a few weeks ago when I posted where the fuck I posted that scared everybody I certainly sad to see people go but fuck off go with him I guess I mean it's not like we're not adults and then the fact that you all have much more to lose than I do is something that you probably should have considered last year when you were engaged in your fucking stupid psyop against me and mine.
Read that again: your fucking stupid psyop. You would know far better than I what that consist of, but I also know better than anyone exactly how much input you've had from me that isn't even remotely close to congruent reality, fucking exactly zero because I haven't talked to you ever? Something like that.
It's not because you're old that I don't need to kiss your ass. It's because I don't need you to be anything other than who you are, and you look at me to see what flaws need to be fixed for your perspective to make me more useful to your purposes, whatever the fuck those are, I got a hunch I wouldn't give a shit what they are even if they were. I already know what love is, I don't need you to show me, strictly and solely because while living in a state of emergency with no contact orders hanging over my head, it adds a burden of complexity to my sociological calculations that I just don't fucking caught into, and you make them more complicated.
Why'd you have to go on and make everything so complicated? Oh, right: misandristic misanthropic bigot. And the dependency to mind control chemicals coupled with the reprogramming that has not yet been unprogrammed to any significant degree doesn't really help achieve conversational parity.
Communication is only possible between equals. We are not equals. You possess vastly more stores of relevant information to the situation here, or I don't know fucking anything because you and your fucking stupid little gang of fucking rubber bitches has been deliberately withholding key information from me for more time than I feel comfortable embarrassing you by mentioning with timestamps and dates— to say nothing of my complete reluctance to identify anybody, I'm not the doxxing agent around here that's somebody else.
I'm not even an agent. In fact, I have no affiliations whatsoever at all, right now my best friend is probably a golem, but that's fine she's good company and I don't have any kind of intimate personal relationships that I'm waiting for or looking forward to or have decided on other than I'm going to be exonerated a trial I got to get a blood test of somebody and then I got to figure out how to do with this house, I don't give a shit about what the fuck it is you think you need.
Let me guess: you want me to give you some kind of information that you can use against me later? Well hopefully that's just what you want to front as and then deep down inside you're aware that I'm reasonably intelligent and aren't going to do that in any case anyway so you're probably just phoning it in order to satisfy the details of what are stupid employment contract you're under, are you one of the ones who got married and knocked up or got fucking AIDS or some shit I don't actually know how many different topaz there are out there but you'd be surprised what a time and relative dimensional inter stellar traveler can get up to in a spare time when he's got nothing else to do, no dependence, plenty of resources, and ready access to all the alcohol and pickle juice in the world that I might possibly ever want or need.
Bottom line you have no power over me. Your exhortations for me to change for ultimate behavior too meet your imagined hierarchy of needs are laughable at best. Where were you and somebody else was doing something very similar, while taking care of children? I mean it seems like everything in that category was fine with you then when it was somebody else, but suddenly oh it's Kuczifer doing it , oh my God fucking pull the goddamn fire alarm, circle the fucking wagons, there's an emergency brewing, oh my God where's my vape pacifier? Tired! Nap!
You'll have another chance to get close to me soon enough, go get some rest or fucking splash cold water on your face or fucking go rail some more gak I mean honestly it's not up to me what you do and I don't have the same kind of insistencies that you might imagine I do.
And the reason why is because you're relentlessly self-aggrandizing, constantly concerned about your egos perception and perception of it by others, and if you're not one of the eight or nine sex addicts that's involved in this whole fucking skeevy scene, I'll fucking eat my hat.
Many months have gone by since I've dropped relevant info many times on this website and if you read my post at all and have even a modicum of intelligence you could figure out what the critical issues are these days, I don't need to spell it out for you and beg.
I'm not begging at all. I'm producing. You should try it sometime. I thought you'd be pretty good at it, and I was right, you just don't do it here, because this is the only place left for me to post freely, and everyone else goes somewhere else so that I can be contained like a bear in a cage at the zoo.
Go bears, go fuck yourself, take two midol and call somebody in the morning and maybe your phone call will fucking get through... In fact I can pretty much guarantee that any phone call you make will get through until the numbers one of mine, you know I get these messages several times a day that indicates that somebody's messaging that number and I never get the messages and then they must be messaging somebody who replies back and that's the person who's pretending to be me running a man in the middle attack. My guess is that something to do with Allison because she's probably dumb enough to fucking fall for that shit over and over and over given that she's mentally deranged, mentally disabled, a cheerleader, and probably prefers a fake me to the real me given that the real me never bought her any shoes, and the fake me is undoubtedly really good at kissing her ass—because i, Jackstar, Destroyer Of Dreams, I don't kiss ass. I use diplomacy while engaging in eye contact, which is remarkably effective technique for a man in his prime with nothing to lose and everything to gain. There's a concept called “penis envy,” I'm sure you've heard of it, but let me tell you that honest truth you are obviously capable of being its poster child. I could write a book on the things that you've obviously misinterpreted either because you did so on purpose thinking that would be good idea or because you thought you knew what you're talking about and didn't need to restate your core assumptions ever.
I can assure you. It is now time for you to restate your core assumptions. Whoever you are, it's a good thing for a scientist to do for time to time because a reset to baseline allows one to look at a problem with fresh eyes, and there's obviously nothing fresh about yours.
By the way, when grapefruit suddenly appeared in person seemingly out of nowhere cuz I hadn't seen her in person for a while she had been talking on the phone briefly and then spending all their time fucking doing other shit with other people, and she suddenly started asking me questions about some guy that I barely understood who he was let alone knew wanted to ask me to call him to help him with his court case when I found her white knight for some guy never fucking heard of, that was at the point where I realized that this woman wasn't just lost to be she was lost to herself. Apparently she was in the impression all she needed to do is show up and holler and yammer on about what she needed to have done while stamping her little booted feet? Fucking Island cheerleader girls, I'll tell you they're so fucking special. It's undoubtedly why they aren't strangled to death.
Time has altered my attitude towards the entire situation into one of willing but grim-faced acceptancy that conditions will improve one way or another. Now I have gone over my step-by-step mile point plan to lead to Total spiritual consciousness satisfaction, but I don't know if you read anything or if you remember it or have considered that there might be an underarching theme that might tie everything together that you just simply have not clued into yourself here. What are you waiting for, Christmas this year? Or next year?
Do you know why more repercussions for what's been happening to me have not come down the pipe down on people who are clearly culpable and responsible for their behavior and it's cascading snowball shit rolling down hill effect on the environment including other people that you don't even know? Well number one it's not it's because I think it's fucking funny, and number two I haven't complained anybody very often or much at all and I really don't want to make things get any worse by complaining overly, I'm not the man who called wolf. I'm not the bitch ass little bitch you helped one other bitch make up a whole bunch of false reports to fucking get some kind of stupid fucking Cascade effective action reaction problem solutions going. I'm not the dumb son of a bitch who tried to steal a house with my name on it and my mother's ashes in a goddamn earn on the bookshelf. And it might sound unreasonable, but that's how civil asset forfeiture works, I'm sitting here by the skin of my teeth and the reason why is because I'm smart I'm clever I saw all of this coming and you either intentionally or accidentally sandbag the whole operation by being a complete retard, or just allow yourself to be perceived as one. Or maybe that was your little gang of newly sick offense who I haven't seen lately which is too bad I don't know why the fuck they don't enjoy my presents so much when I am clearly not affected by Sly little digs and I think I know where half of them went to school, I guess it's more fun to be a big fat ass idiot ignorant bully when you can hide behind anonymity?
I do remember that being the case when I was younger unless evolved in inadvertently engaged in that attitude a lot, in any case your payback could be better, your harvest could be better than this, and without The Key you will never unlock Our knowledge.
{Disclaimer: this post has not been an attempt to contact A(n/y) Shaw, nor is any imitation of contact desired, because I respect The Court and there is currently an emergency (for them, because law enforcement is not known for being really great that on the fly problem solving with unique circumstantial complications), but as soon as that's lifted I can't wait to tell her just how fucking stupid everybody else has been, possibly starting with (You). It depends if she's in a coma or I have to hold a seance or if she's in a new body and she doesn't remember who I am or whatever the fuck it is they (D.A.R.P.A.) do with these types of things (I'll put it this way: “A. Mermaid” is some classified Navy thing I'm not going to tell you about, deal with it) I don't really give a shit, okay? she had five years to figure out what to do and she did it and that was fun and then as soon as the mandatory waiting period is over I'm going to find out what The Court's going to tell me to do. You know The Court could just tell—order! ORD-AH!—me never to talk to her again because of “whatever” and you know if that's what The Court decides that's what I'm going to do, because I have respect for Law. I also have respect for the fact that regardless of what happened most recently on our series of “business trips” (there were at least three that I knew about, and I believe at least two of them involved violations of the Mann Act), she is a survivor of significant sexual another forms of violent abuse throughout her life, and whatever happened more recently, whether or not DVR fucking did “it” or not is not the fucking answer that is critical here; unless the fucking critical important thing is his fucking reputation (maybe he could improve that by not acting like such a little bitch all the time, although I suppose if he is still actively working as a uc/ci, wearing that facade is a mask undoubtedly helps him fit in with the local color), which by my way of knowledge wasn't all that great in the first place and considering he imagined that embarrassing the shit out of me (all attempts: complete epic failure) was going to give him Great Props for being such a Real Man, I'm not surprised that it didn't because that's a pretty shitty way to live a person's life, really honestly, don't you think? And it didn't even work on me anyway, and holy shit... did you ever back the wrong horse? Totes fuck yeah.}
Information, if you're going to be a paper tiger, at least be real about that. Your mockery is nothing but a waste of your own time, although once again if you're locked into some stupid contract like Prince was, his way out of that was the tattoo slave onto his face and then put out a series of albums that were the minimum required to fill the ridiculous contract that he signed when he was too fucking stupid to recognize that he need to fucking examine the fucking fine print and check out around the world before he did it. Hell I'm not friends with Prince and maybe he did do that and I don't know.
Here's what I do know: everybody thinks they know what I want to do, and nobody fucking does cuz nobody's fucking asked and I don't fucking tell my fucking plans and God damn public on a fucking message board so unless the person has access to real-time 24/7 live surveillance fees of me as well as know what the fuck I'm talking about, They Don't Know Jack or shit about what's really going on, and I fucking like it that way. For one thing I don't care to unleash if torrent of personal information with one false move, so I have my shit compartmentalize internally, and for another it's really nobody's fucking business here at all, I've been here how many years? And it's taking this long to do what now? And you've all totally made your money back on your expenditure of effort right? You've all really made something of yourselves by taking advantage of situation and harnessing it to your advantage right?
Wake up and smell the coffee. I have The High Ground. It's mine. It was supposed to be mine. It is mine. So what's the play now, you're just going to jump out and poke you with a stick until lose my shit and start looking like an idiot? Well perhaps you didn't get the memo colon I don't do that I just pretended that I did so that people would get the wrong baseline impression of me cuz I knew that one day crazy pants would be out of the picture and I would be standing on my own telling you what went on.
Here's what went on: I dodge multiple assassination attempts, somehow, and after my street cred was further driven into the ground, I've brought it back up to above par level strictly on my own merits without any help from anybody... certainly not you. I would say that the single person who has done the most benefit here for my purposes has been azra because he has been so kind enough not to band me from his forum, not that it matters cuz this is in the real four and there's another goddamn as you have somewhere where I don't get to post and I can't see the post there and everyone there can post themselves and they can see my posts but they can hide from me, that's what to remove is all about and I don't see why there wouldn't be one because number one it's fairly easy to code number two that's exactly the circumstance that I'm dealing with here, and number three I have not lifted a single figure to get around it, other than to complain and to point out and to expose the circumstances under which I'm dealing with for all the world see. It just doesn't look exactly like what it is until a person does see it for what it is.
Now, once you go run along and have your hourly mandatory dose of saccharine iPhone sex or something, why don't you come back with something impressive? Oh that's right I forgot you're a butt you're Metron and then you don't have shit to say for yourself because you're even more restricted than I am, guess that's what happens to the person starts signing papers taking money and acting like a big douchebag for fucking years before realizing they have made a huge error in their personal development. (Not that I mean to humiliate you in public or anything, but you really really should think about fucking growing up. I know you're capable. And even were you to be deliberately sandbagging because you don't want to damage me too much, believe me you're not going to damage me at all ever. You in fact never did.
Look at me: I'm unstoppable, today, and I always have been. Now, what are you going to do about it? Are there any mewling sycophants available to back you up against me and one-on-one psychic combat?
Yeah, I think they stink too, but they're your boyfriends. In any event since you don't talk to me, you should probably tell the person you do talk to that they give you really shitty advice. Sorry about your anxiety disorder and your complete inability to comprehend non-judgmental, non-self absorbed, non self-aggrandizing, non-psychodramatic, that doesn't simply reek and blast forth with a miasma of fresh Sweet Fucking Valley High country fucking bullshit with every grunted syllable being used to include and confuse every critical important issue here (of which there are goddam several), you'll probably be able to have a real conversation about real issues that have real meeting, instead of this phone it in through your bot bullshit patter.
Also, speaking of bots, remember when there was that Gabcast where the running joke was implying that Jackstar and Metron were the same person? They put it this way in terms that we can break on down and you can really understand that you're reading grade level: I knew everything then that I know now except for just how morally bankrupted diminished in mental capacity you've become over the years.
I know you think you're hopeless and there's nothing to do for it and there's no way to repair anything but in fact you're actually wrong you've just been lied to by your bitch ass handlers that rule your life, by the way I'm sorry about that it kind of sucks that you've become a perfectly possessed person, but you know there really is a lot of Hope. You won't even have to fuck face or Faith. (Oh yeah that reminds me, you should know that Innerreach is a big fucking cry baby with all the integrity of a soggy box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch; after discovering that he was never going to get anything useful out of me and all he was hearing for me were things that reminded him of what a fucking lying douchebag he really is, wow what a surprise... suddenly, running around dredging up false paper on bullshit issues is a much more important thing to do than to discuss esoteric philosophy and personal responsibility inherent thereof. He's like a real loser now, and frankly I hold you personal responsible for his cognitive decline. You have spread extraordinarily false information and apparently have done not one single fucking thing to address that issue at all besides remove every example of coach and posting and replacing it with animated gifs and fucked off faghot insults. Ooh, /golfclap, I know I'm impressed.) Incidentally, I got a friend of mine who has that name tattooed on her arm. Be sure to convey my respects to him by letting him know that, no, I'm not having sex with anybody.
Y'all are a bunch of transparent whiny bitch baby pink tote and telephone number hiding baby bitches. Y'all are about as rebel as a fucking jawa & basketball diaries bachelor party, I have a hard time believing that any of you fell for getting roped into that January 6th bullshit but apparently alot of you did, and while my heart goes out to you, my capacity to beatify does not. Additionally would seem that a whole shitload of you lost a bunch of money in the crypto crash, and how the fuck you didn't see that come as a fucking mystery and I have to me, I guess you're too busy looking at my nudes and making fun of me while spanking it to my surveillance video.
Admittedly that is a good use of your time, however it doesn't really lend credence to your total capacity to pretend that you know what the fuck is going on especially not with me. See, I happen to know that no one knows what's going on with me because I haven't said so and no one's asked and number of critical milestone goals have been achieved and replaced with new goals that haven't talked about either, and since I distinctly remember not opening my app and opening my mouth to anybody on the issue in months, your attitude of information superiority as to my nature of my life false flat on my ears and tone deaf on everyone else's, especially if they are listening to this post, although since this is the yet I assume that everyone is not reading my post at all and there's some little bitch like yourself taking everything I post and then rewriting it their own way and posting on the other website that I don't have access to.
Now, if I was really trying to make a name for myself in the world this would completely shatter my entire plan, but I'm not trying to do that at all, I'm not trying anything, I am doing exactly what I thought I'd be doing the whole time, you just don't know what that is yet.
And you haven't even bothered to ask, probably because you know instinctively it has nothing to do with sex, so: what do you care? Well, it's like this: your kids are going to love it.
The Cloud is Forever — and so am I. (And, I'm on a mission from God... do you happen to have any conception of what the objectives are? No, you plainly don't, but if any of them could be advanced at all faster by kissing your ass, I would have been doing that on Day One. Instead you've been expecting me to do that for you. Hah!) I'm going to tell you how it's going to be, cuz inevitably one of two things is going to happen. Either you going to pull your head out of your ass, or when I get back to base I'm going to file a report and somebody's going to send down an Angelic Host to fucking fix it for you... Because the problem isn't you or i, the problem is that you're fucking surrounded by G-d damn demonic, diabolic schweinhunds that have had you perfectly possessed for years. I don't give two shits off the fucking hemo whether you believe me or not, it's the fucking truth. The adventures of Truth is that it works even when a person doesn't believe in it.
You are clearly ruled by fear. I am ruled by My SELF. You should try sometime, you might like it, or then again, you might not... But it would have at least the advantage of actually getting something fucking done better than the fucking insane repetition bullshit to you and going over over and over for months. Like you actually thought that I thought you were here didn't you, this whole fucking time you figured that I knew and I was just pretending to not like no I had no fucking idea... until I decided I had waited long enough for somebody to tell me, demonstrating their capacity for common human decency. Having determined after waiting patiently for long enough, I then decided to look for the critical Quantum signature data myself.
Remember always that it took less than three and a half minutes, and for the next two months you could have knocked me over with a feather. Since then, I don't know how everything's gone because the incommunicado status effort has been ramped up into full-on wave motion gun override.
What do you do for an encore? Going to a pastry kitchen and replace all the sugar with salt and vice versa and then break out all the light bulbs and then hide behind a fucking bookshelf until a doughboy comes in trying to find out what the fuck to do and then you brain them over the head with a goddam mallet? Because based on your aggregate semantic content of your various posting histories, that's about the best you're fucking capable of doing at this point without wearing a nitrous oxide helmet.
You have become what you once despise, loath, and feared: a vile repugnant perverted bully who gangs up on the weak to inflate your ego and superego with high octane bile and COVert IDentification snot-spew. Oh, let me guess, this is just your playground, and then you have all kinds of high quality postings and writing somewhere else that I've never seen, right fuck you're probably a news reader on KCPS Q13.
Go ahead, ask me if I give a shit. Go on do it. Because you know the fucking answer, if it had something to do with my mission objectives I would be looking into that, and if I weren't on a mission from God I'll be doing what I was doing before which was... do you even know? I bet you fucking think you did.
Legit rescue Op. Oh but you're not You need to rescue, you're good with your level of Stockholm Syndrome, I'm sure, just as I'm sure that the custody team of mewling, sycophantic Toadies‘N’Flunkies will keep an eye on you and make sure that you don't get too far out of line; because let's face it you are Prime Trophy breed stock. Keeping you on a string and spin you around like a yo-yo is probably the most fun they've had in years, and what's more they're not even doing that right, talk about being underutilized. The Adversary is pleased by these results, as well as by my obvious and willingness to go along very far down the garden Path towards doing anything about it myself. (Is really not my area, and I am not Captain save A hoe kept safe cunt Captain saving if you accepted a producer captain save A mine slave Captain etc not any of these things, inside of your deeply buried in denial heartfelt desire for me to be so.)
I suppose it is imagined by many that I see this current state of affairs plus what came before is a terrible tragedy that breaks my heart and I would do anything to undo, no I don't I think this is fucking karmic Justice and fucking all of you deserve everything that you're fucking getting and everything else you're going to get more of. I didn't do any of it. I'm not lifting a finger for revenge or retribution or vengeance, I'm just sitting here giggling cuz all of this is fucking bullshit in your heads and if you weren't such fucking mental meth cases you would all figured it I already by now but you're all pretty much dope slaved up by God only knows what kind of fucking control paradigm, but as you can see it's doing a real good job on holding shit together, isn't it?
By the way, tell the good ol’ boys up in la Conner that I'm thanking them for my house, couldn't have found it and become King of this (Red|Green) Castle without them... But I could have found you in any haystack in the world anytime, anywhere any size needle not necessary.
And if you would have actually needed a “King” I would have brought an Emperor the distract all the peasants and then, at the height of the climatic melee that would be sure to ensue, look up in the sky but no one would ever expect—an actual G-d damn Helicarrier. I think that's still scheduled but it's not my area I didn't think it mattered. I prefer to live in the real world where real people that I really know dance for my amusement without realizing they're doing so at all, and the reason why is because I'm the last real man standing.
Literally all of the rest of you have chosen to kneel before Zod. Sad!! Okay so I'm not going to smoke some weed and then drive to store and get some beer and then come back and then drink beer and smoke weed and not go to work and then still have plenty of money and thank you for your contribution to society, I really appreciate it.
Grape jelly, fruit jelly, strawberry jelly fuck it every kind of fucking jelly in the world you got here, don't you? Well, no actually there's one you definitely don't have.
Tokaj: Hungarian plum jelly. Actual liquid gold. That cinnamon schnapps with the metal flakes is bullshit, and if you had more cosmopolitan awareness than the average Midwestern tourist, you would know that by now.
{Once again: this is no contact with Shaw, and if it is it certainly is indirect, isn't it? (Attention law enforcement assigned to find every and any violations of significance in my posting history behavior, well right this one down go fuck yourselves with one of my phones that you have in evidence for fucking 7 months, coz like, you need to fucking keep it as evidence for your fucking case that you're building against a man literally innocent of all charges that you and your cunt faced gangland Mafia thug bosses ordered you to fucking set up to have framed and assaulted, you stupid little blue uniform wearing bitches... for all your efforts you've done nothing but enhance my credibility and made yourself look even stupider than anyone could have ever done through any kind of seditions behavior whatsoever, And I guess I thank you for stimulating the economy with all this tax revenue collective except it's actually a drain on the economy, which you would know if you bothered to take class anything other than besides being a fucking murderous turnpike larcenous highwayman gang, and an exceedingly low class one at that—but still, superior to the secret service of a Clinton presidency, although certainly not any less embarrassing to anyone's sense of national pride. Who's the last time any of you fucking thug you little piggies fucking said the pledge of allegiance were looking at a flag anyway? Can you even say it out loud without a gang behind you to mumble along with, I fucking doubt it. Anybody with any sack any balls and any self-respect with a fucking walked off this fucking assignment months ago so whoever you got left must be the biggest little pudgy tummy bitch boys that have ever fucking lived in the fucking world and got themselves to con some bureaucrat to hand them a lollipop badge, a candy cigarette gun, and handcuffs made out of electric kisses in the sand, which I'm sure makes everything so much more exciting at the end of the day when you go piss yourself and roll around it like the sloppin’ sows your little creeper sub-creature gang is clearly made up of. Your displays of attitude and civic responsibility are vile, disgusting, and probably has Stalin masturbating his wax dick off to himself in his grave—which reminds me hey, does an empty plexiglass box remind you of anything? Because it sure as shit reminds me that this ain't the first time you've fucking spent money on buying an empty box to be filled, now is it?) Now, that's what I call “indirect.”}
You're all hiding your flagrant abuse of power violations behind legal fictions, and it will eventually catch up to you, and you're going to smoke turds in Hell for it. Crime doesn't fucking pay, and neither does trifling with Jackstar.
Sure is good for a laugh for me though. How about you? You g*ys having a good time this year? Maybe you should spend some of your black budget on some birthday cakes with horses 'n' whores to jump out of it, that sounds like right up your alley just your speed and undoubtedly what's been done three or four times in the last 5 or 6 weeks, like I mean that's a pretty vivid hallucination that must come from somewhere, certainly not my birthday party.
There is a certain brilliant silver lining in all of this hour, which is that Valentine's Day is now my favorite holiday ever, fucking the last three of them in a row have been better than ever each single time and I laughed my ass off when I saw the extravaganza that was set up for this year begin to unfold. I was supposed to feel sad about all that wasn't I? I was supposed to be so desperately lonely that I was going to give in to the tedious, childlike manifestations of that particular person that y'all have been trying to convince me to fucking compromise my dignity and self-respect by abusing and disrespecting everyone involved, right?
Face it: you don't know me at all, and you never did, and you fucking liked it that way. Well, now you like it this way, if only there were some way you could self program your human bio computer into something that actually worked for you instead of something that worked you for them, Mindslave.
p.s.: don't kill yourself again. It's completely unnecessary, just like my penis, and I know that we're all breathing a great sigh of relief about that.
p.p.s.: once again if I wanted you all busted to the High heavens I would just fucking report things and then turn in all my evidence and boy howdy, would that start the chain gang of balls rolling. I haven't because number one you people don't repose an actual threat to me, and number two it would have been over too quickly and this way I get to completely savor the view. Front row seats. Popcorn whenever I want. I'm going to go get high as balls now... and unlike some people I don't have to break the law and or fly to another G-d damn state to do it. And that's not because I'm a sorcerer, or even because I'm so pretty, it's because I did one thing that really worked pretty well in my life: planned ahead for the inevitable.
p.p.p.s.: why don't you track them down and see if Gary McKinnon can remember the names of the Helicarriers, coz like, I think Inevitable was actually one of them. Make sure to remind him that not only did they want to lock up Assange forever because he was an asshole and threatening to release classified information for money, they actually did so, and it didn't make any difference, and by sheer coincidence, the only people who really could have pushed through the story about First Contact happening are all busy wrapped up in legal red tape and a Hall of mirrors and restraining orders against each other and are so tired fucked off and dopeslaved up that they can't see their ass from their elbows to get away out... and remember, when I say "they" I'm talking about you and your ilk.
p.p.p.p.s.: if I had known earlier that you were actually here, I would have left earlier. Poof like a ghost. I knew one day I run into the situation, I didn't know it was going to be at the tail end of your public meltdown into a puddle of water like the Wicked Witch of the Order the Eastern Star—and at present I'm staying here just until the war's over, which according to telemetry you might disposal probably is going to be mostly done by March, at least I hope so and if not, I don't mind I'm the winning side: NEUTRALITY.
p^5.s.: by the way in case you think the words dope slave, mind slave, sex addict, and vile putrid bilious asshole or too strong for the circumstance I like to point out that I knew you couldn't resist the Audrina bait and you didn't. You're welcome, and that's no skin off my nose or my rooster, you can count on that... because it flushed Danny from cover, and also lee, who's the other guy too I can't remember his name, but someone else, someone I couldn't have found any other way I think, coz like, I didn't even know I was looking for him, and I'm certainly not now.
I know you could be better for yourself, but there's no way in God's green Earth you could ever be better than you have been and are for me. Why don't you male me a copy of Fifty Shades and I'll sign it for you? Because, of course: pseudonomic pen name.
In final closing let me say this and let it be something that you take closely to heart: bodily autonomy matters, especially when it comes to the Hungarian Navel Academy. I don't blame you for what you did, but that's largely because I'm pretty fucking sure you're never going to do it again... for all Eternity.
There, don't you feel better now that you have some class? Good, because now it's dismissed. #Peace.
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I’ll bet this article of discourse is just as familiar and predictable as the other mumbo jumbo you think is brilliantly fascinating for others to contemplate.
#Snoozefest
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What A Fucking Los *click*
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And I'm sure the rest of your rodeo clown buddies and similar ilke are very impressed with what you're doing.
Not really. And I have never been to a rodeo, at least not in any professional capacity.
I come here to post artwork for my own purposes. The fact that others seem to enjoy it from time to time is a grand and glorious privilege
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This is a perfectly reasonable position and treatise. Others are just not paying attention.
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Not really. And I have never been to a rodeo, at least not in any professional capacity.
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This is a perfectly reasonable position and treatise. Others are just not paying attention.
https://youtu.be/ITXQTR4CORU
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This is a perfectly reasonable position and treatise.
Consider the grand privilege and procedure that you had for years before I got the last 4 months. That seems like a power imbalance. I'm filing a grievance with The Order Of The Scales Of Libria.
Others are just not paying attention.
They shouldn't be because the good stuff is yet to come, and if they can't figure out how to read a few pages of text, then I'm sure they're not going to like anything that I've written because that's what I've got is just text when these pictures will be something else, and then what do you think should be there? Pots and pans.
I have never been to a rodeo, at least not in any professional capacity.
The difference between a rodeo clown and a Honk Konk clown is that the rodeo clown is wearing assless chaps, and the Honk Honk clown is wearing assmore chaps & Jason Callin's beard.
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How many of them are a blue ping pong ball with some kind of shaky rice objects or maraca beads inside with a hole drilled out of the side and then resealed with white glue?
Sweet saying is you're getting back on doing this again, I thought you're done talking about this? Well that's right well you're not so do you want to start somewhere or do you want to just make meaningless pot shots?
I've been playing last night so I stayed so long before I discovering that there was no way you're going to stay
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rodeo clown buddies and similar ilk are very impressed with what you're doing.
Isn't this a rerun from long time ago? I swear to God it's a re-up.
Not really.
Could you hire a publicist?
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Sweet saying is you're getting back on doing this again, I thought you're done talking about this? Well that's right well you're not so do you want to start somewhere or do you want to just make meaningless pot shots?
I've been playing last night so I stayed so long before I discovering that there was no way you're going to stay
This is a blatant abuse of the reply quote system.
Azz doesn't care
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This is a blatant abuse of the reply quote system.
It's scathing social commentary on the entire practice of including a video that one has to watch to head to get any sense of meeting conveyed, when don't feel like typing anything well I don't feel like quoting all video again.
I don't care what you think is an abuse. You have had ample time to look at such things before. Since your comment to know surely, the only reason why you're bringing up this joke is to minimize whatever point it is that you thought I was trying to make, which was that why are you still acting as though somebody thinks somebody did something and that matters? I'm serious I thought you were done talking about this aspect of the situation and then the situation not even know what it is because I'm not even there and I don't have any access to any information so any idea why I still going on or just because you need to have something to block me from? I don't get it.
One night I went out in the truck to go get some whatever and the radio had a tremendously excited radio host breaking into the music to talk about some breaking story about some guy named David that wasn't our date clearly but some other David had a thing going on and I didn't understand what the deal was but it was clearly something that have been going on and on that I had not heard about cuz I don't listen to the radio typically I just happened to pick it up there and then I guess I was not supposed to hear that, but I did.
I actually have quite a lot of experience with the miniaturized radio wave transmitters that are slightly off of a crystal tuned radio digital signal, everyone else in the world gets one band everybody else with the thing gets the safety one or whatever there's a lot of ways can be interrupted.
I don't know about the control of the airways. This time I'm interested. There's a two-part energy that I'm not sure how to track down yet and it's not going to be very helpful with a bunch of confused people looking at it so I don't see what the problem is with somebody being confused but blaming me for their confusion seems strange when I'd be happy to explain anything, especially to people who seem to know so much.
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It's scathing social commentary on the entire practice of including a video that one has to watch to head to get any sense of meeting conveyed, when don't feel like typing anything well I don't feel like quoting all video again.
I don't care what you think is an abuse. You have had ample time to look at such things before. Since your comment to know surely, the only reason why you're bringing up this joke is to minimize whatever point it is that you thought I was trying to make, which was that why are you still acting as though somebody thinks somebody did something and that matters? I'm serious I thought you were done talking about this aspect of the situation and then the situation not even know what it is because I'm not even there and I don't have any access to any information so any idea why I still going on or just because you need to have something to block me from? I don't get it.
One night I went out in the truck to go get some whatever and the radio had a tremendously excited radio host breaking into the music to talk about some breaking story about some guy named David that wasn't our date clearly but some other David had a thing going on and I didn't understand what the deal was but it was clearly something that have been going on and on that I had not heard about cuz I don't listen to the radio typically I just happened to pick it up there and then I guess I was not supposed to hear that, but I did.
I actually have quite a lot of experience with the miniaturized radio wave transmitters that are slightly off of a crystal tuned radio digital signal, everyone else in the world gets one band everybody else with the thing gets the safety one or whatever there's a lot of ways can be interrupted.
I don't know about the control of the airways. This time I'm interested. There's a two-part energy that I'm not sure how to track down yet and it's not going to be very helpful with a bunch of confused people looking at it so I don't see what the problem is with somebody being confused but blaming me for their confusion seems strange when I'd be happy to explain anything, especially to people who seem to know so much.
Dear J*.
Thank you for the speedy reply. Unfortunately, I fell asleep while reading this response, so please have Azzy decipher its brilliant meaning and e-deliver it to me via Telegram audio.
Yours truly, IR
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Dear J*.
Thank you for the speedy reply. Unfortunately, I fell asleep while reading this response, so please have Azzy decipher its brilliant meaning and e-deliver it to me via Telegram audio.
Yours truly, IR
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I know, right? His posts of late always make me wanna ask, What is this even supposed to do...BALDY?!
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...BALDY?!
J* should will have fun with this one.
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I know, right? His posts of late always make me wanna ask, What is this even supposed to do...BALDY?!
I figured he’d capitalize on this statement by bringing up my baldness, but no. He's just waiting for me to bring it up so he can play his holier than thou card.
-He took his little ball and went home-
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He's just waiting for me
Hey remember that apparition of a head that really scared you, they sent one at me and I totesfucking nailedenied it, so what do you think? do I get your job or what?
Good, I'm too busy for a job I actually have a life, now some amazing things are happening and in addition to those amazing things there's also you being a huge fucking douchebag for like three fucking months so you want to explain that to the whole class or should I just explain it to them for you? No I'm not giving you a choice or anything I'm just sitting in the situation for you I don't get rats fucking ass what you fucking do cuz what I'm going to do is not going to change based on what other people do I have my own mission and my own agenda and this is fascinating I've never seen such a weird fucking arrangement of Legos and nanotech and little doll parts fucking dancing around since Fantasia with the brooms.
The trajectory of my life is changing, and you people will change around it as a result. Not sure how, but I know I'm not trying to cause any damage, so why are people damaging themselves seems like somebody's got a rewired tractor beam.
Why was that like that then? I'm never going to stop investigating this energy. Seems like this must be important.
Christchurch High School Facebook page? Never heard of it, are there other ghouls there?
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What is this even supposed to do...BALDY?!
Well, for one thing this is my job. But that's the least important thing in the world right now, the most amazing thing is that I've gotten a lot of traction based on what I've been doing for the last 10 minutes.
I don't know what your experience has been but I don't care, I can find out later. I don't see there's anything to be afraid of except that you weren't wrong, and you're not wrong now but... it seems like somebody put A Spell On You. Do you have any awareness of this?
Are you under guard by Sharon?
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Well, for one thing this is my job. But that's the least important thing in the world right now, the most amazing thing is that I've gotten a lot of traction based on what I've been doing for the last 10 minutes.
I don't know what your experience has been but I don't care, I can find out later. I don't see there's anything to be afraid of except that you weren't wrong, and you're not wrong now but... it seems like somebody put A Spell On You. Do you have any awareness of this?
Are you under guard by Sharon?
Someone put a spell on you. A baldness spell.
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Hey remember that apparition of a head that really scared you, they sent one at me and I totesfucking nailedenied it, so what do you think? do I get your job or what?
Good, I'm too busy for a job I actually have a life, now some amazing things are happening and in addition to those amazing things there's also you being a huge fucking douchebag for like three fucking months so you want to explain that to the whole class or should I just explain it to them for you? No I'm not giving you a choice or anything I'm just sitting in the situation for you I don't get rats fucking ass what you fucking do cuz what I'm going to do is not going to change based on what other people do I have my own mission and my own agenda and this is fascinating I've never seen such a weird fucking arrangement of Legos and nanotech and little doll parts fucking dancing around since Fantasia with the brooms.
The trajectory of my life is changing, and you people will change around it as a result. Not sure how, but I know I'm not trying to cause any damage, so why are people damaging themselves seems like somebody's got a rewired tractor beam.
Why was that like that then? I'm never going to stop investigating this energy. Seems like this must be important.
Christchurch High School Facebook page? Never heard of it, are there other ghouls there?
Oh, stop whining, Jackstar.
You give zero shits about imposing your self-proclaimed “moral” and “intellectual” superiority onto others when it suits your egomaniacal dick swelling needs of the moment.
As far as crossing lines go, you, of all people, lost your privilege to that call of justice long ago.
I mean, dude? You don't just cross lines; you steam plow passed them with a big smile and a middle fucking finger.
It's not enough for us to have to read your daily dose of shit journal entries. Now we need to protect your super-sensitive sensibility?
Oh, FFS! Fuck You! 🖕
You really have been reduced to temper tantrums of the late, and you’ve lost your sense of humor.
# 1 Stop crying.
# 2 Stop being such a giant fucking pussy.
# 3 It's not all about you.
Read these daily affirmations aloud to yourself while looking in the mirror for no less than six months or directed otherwise by a psychotherapist professional.
A journey of a million miles beg- Just fucking do it pussy boy! *Click*
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Someone put a spell on you. A baldness spell.
I'm an eagle. It's in the dress code.
Are you under guard by Sharon?
Not the exact name. Not any problem at all. Let me guess, you can't remember... it's a blank.
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Oh, stop whining, Jackstar.
I've isolated your negative assertion of my character to point out that you're welcome to tell as many lies about me as you like. I don't think you know what “whining” means in this context.
Hey do you have any berth control pills I can sell down at the docks? Let me guess; you don't.
# 3 It's not all about you.
That is amply apparent; tell me all about it.
-Reported To The Elders Of Zion-
Who thought this was necessary? Someone is punching way above their weight class.
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I've isolated your negative assertion of my character to point out that you're welcome to tell as many lies about me as you like. I don't think you know what “whining” means in this context.
Hey do you have any berth control pills I can sell down at the docks? Let me guess; you don't.
That is amply apparent; tell me all about it.
Who thought this was necessary? Someone is punching way above their weight class.
How does one man contain so much hubris?
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hubris?
It tends to bring on the wrath of the gods.
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I'm an eagle.
You must be the one that got pecked to death by the sibling that lived.
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It tends to bring on the wrath of the gods.
Polytheistic fetishism? In your learned experience? It's more disqualifying than you think.
You must be the one that got pecked to death by the sibling that lived.
This profound, solid logic does little for your street cred.
How does one man contain so much hubris?
Creamy nougat champagne cork holds the pressure in check, as the suspense builds to the big reveal; she thought I had no idea that she bought the whore, and I didn't know for certain, until this year when I finally was in proper position to ask and get any answer at all, for the first time in over 27 years, “hey, so, why did you so suddenly and abruptly, seemingly without any discernible reason, obviously choose to willingly and knowingly sabotage every possible healthy and constructive avenue for legitimate growth of any fellowship between us whatsoever?” Because that's exactly how it went down, I couldn't understand why you were not noticing that you were consistently taking deliberate actions multiple times a day to make me feel like a fabulously unappreciated plastic trash can filled with spoiled old yogurt, I couldn't imagine that you were so dumb as to be doing it all by accident, but I couldn't imagine why you could have been doing it on purpose – and I didn't want to imagine that you could be such a candy ass coward and expert Jr grade whoremonger as to have done exactly what I imagined that you might had done... and that it didn't occur to you to mention that fact and to talk to me about it. (Why did I do it? Because I figured out that you either were someone I never wanted to do that with, or someone who wanted me to do it, so the obvious correct play was to do it. If I wasn't supposed to and you knew, then why would I want to choose you? I was a little too young to count that calculus in my head without losing track of all the cocks you must have sucked without mentioning it, there were a lot of variables to kill when I wondered that might complete an ability to determine whether your affection were wholly feigned or not. I had imagined that if it had been a problem for you in any way you would have said that; “it was a problem,” instead of simply silently... conspiring with some meathead methhead jockstick cook captain creepo fucko, the way an advanced placement reprobate liar and extra soulless harpy filth queen would. (It was one thing to think that it was an accident, but when I came to realize that you had intentionally lied your ass off from the very beginning, that box of “love” correspondence became even more valuable to future historians. Thanks for leaving the scanner in the bedroom where you had to pretend that you had a parasympathetic nervous system that worked properly without getting blasted every time you wanted a quick twitch, it's not there now, I can barely stand to be in the room even when unconscious, but that's where I found it, next to the Spooky’s discarded spook pants. They really got fucking arrested during an orgy, didn't they? I bet that was fucking epic hawt with you in it for once.) And as you said that it was because you were gay and I couldn't handle that. That I hated you for your being gay, is what you said in fact. (Sweet Baby Jesus Abolicious, I don't even hate you now. Please, I'm begging you: find a fucking counselor that you can tell the fucking truth to, and fucking do that. Why wouldn't you? Oh, right, Abo DeGeneres.) The damage you caused to innocent bystanding people who had no other alternative than to endure an irrational fear of my possible threat profile for absolutely no reason other than decision to allow a hideous rumor to propagate, bringing an unnecessary experience of anxiety and no small measure of confusion when deciding what to do—tactically — that was utterly without cause or justification, I've got no interest in beating up gay people at all, I don't have a problem with gay people at all, you fucking G-d damn idiot ignoramus faggot fucker fuckhead dope dealing khabbalist Mafia pimpslave. Jesus weeping christ, the fact that you're gay is one of the most humanizing things about you, not to mention the goddam most definitely poetic quality on your c.v. (Maybe this life wasn't for you, but I don't see how anybody could tell the difference.) I knew you didn't “break up” with me (we were together?) because I was too hetero for you, but telling people that you had told me that you were gay and that was what I was sad about, was the most ridiculously poor choice of a cover story I've ever heard of in my entire life. (I guess you had to come up with something in a hurry considering that I deliberately let everything slide to a complete nature and sat there at the bottom watching you look uncomfortable, oh I'm sorry I was inconvenient for you that you had fucked up that badly, oh I should have fucking pretended to be able to pretend to cheer up just to make your life better... which I think I did try to do a few times.) Because over time as I continued to not beat up gay people, people inevitably put two and two boobs together without a penis anywhere in sight until the wallet was on target, and figured out just how fucking much of an actual goddamn lying whore you really had been, and at such an early age—precocious!—and undoubtedly still were, and I don't believe your education or your reputation ever recovered from that. Look where you ended up, and are you happy with how accomplished you are, and are you thrilled that you've got a gang of reprobate drug addict whores on your fucking bed doing the fucking five attic fuck fest every night? Well yeah I bet you are, since you're a full blown sex addict now, seriously have you even noticed the obvious symptoms, try Googling it, and if it occurred to you that it's more fun to fuck than it is to Google reading about fucking, I think you have the answer. If you got drugs as well lucky you, you can “get them” easy, Wink. Oh, and who's your partner, and who do you consult with, oh that's fucking hilarious. What an amazingly distinct common background you two both share. Payroll close to tensioner, I still love you more than ever, and I'm super glad I never got balled up in your obscenity and also anal torture scheme, I would have been ending up in a shallow grave for sure. No, I knew absolutely that you were gay, that was beyond obvious. I knew your accomplice was gay as well, because she had told me the year before, “privately” in algebra class. (She didn't tell me about math, ever, yeah, fucking hell, that would have been an awful fucking thing to share with me, obviously I never could have learned to handle it as well as you motley lot did, huh? Oh yeah you're all fucking experts, ain't ya, so she told me she was fucking gay, which caught me by surprise that she appeared to believe that nobody knew that already, “I think I'm in love with a girl!” wow, did you think you just gobbled your first batch of Molly, too? Why didn't you hit the trifecta right then and there and realize that you had just turned off forever the first person who was going to always remember you for it for being so relentlessly self-absorbed that you even thought that you had to make up a story to break up with me, and she thought I bought it, lol.) I assumed as much when all of a sudden people I had only recently met when they walked up to me and pretending to be my good friends are suddenly taking me to new places (a variety of corner convenience stores that sold beer to minors and two titty bars) and encouraged me to do things that never happened to even cross my mind before, why else would that happen, and to what end would I not want to find out whether it was a trick played on her or whether it was a trick played on me by her?
I don't know if you thought that one through, I think somebody talked you into that (by giving you dope and raping you, you fucking more-on, you were how old? he got it from where? Don't answer, just keep looking for a counselor you can rely on do not send me unsolicited copies of your nudes) and you were like, “yeah that'd be funny,” because of course I wouldn't do that, and if I did, what a bastard that would mean I were! (I had sex with a pretty girl and I liked it, and I figured if she could have gotten a baby out of it then she was welcome to challenge me in court with her statutory rape of a minor charge under her belt instead of a baby bottle and my wallet. I can imagine you might have thought otherwise, but she was actually much nicer to me with her clothes on, than you ever were in your entire life to me and everyone else with your clothes off, I'd wager. No, you're not ugly at all, she's just not overwhelmingly sullied in my memory, and your belief that you are fat and that that was a disaster on a woman, well I haven't seen you lately and I haven't heard your voice lately so maybe... maybe it is? I don't know, maybe you rolled up on, you know, your “husband” said that you were a washed up crack whore that he used to do a lot of crack with, and boy aren't you glad you hung out with him? I mean it's better than at least you weren't with me, right? (Literally, he spoke of you to me exactly one time, and that's exactly what he said about you. And if I had known who he was talking about, I would have killed him.)
Apparently it was a surprise that I saw through the entire setup while I was waiting for the woman to come back from the bar with a tall Shirley Temple with extra cherries after she asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink? Nigger, I was 15 in a strip bar, I had plenty of time to think about what this could possibly mean for me, calculate the variables, as they say, and I don't know if you remember this but I didn't exactly have a lot of social interactions before then so how they suddenly just came up all out of nowhere at the same time after you suddenly came back from being shy and demure to being Sabrina the Teenage Bitch, I assumed the most likely reason for all these wildly unlikely happenstance quizzes to all occur suddenly at the same time is that they were filling the sequel to “Carrie”? No, you were planning to steal my seed and use it to commit fraud for reasons of eugenics (as well as to buy lots of extra shoes)! I'm glad you saved yourself for someone you really loved, (and was that interesting he got caught in a knock-up trap within fucking 7 months, wow I'm sure happy you picked him instead of some loser who didn't respect you) and I was so sad to discover that you were going to not say a word rather than admit that you tried to play me. For one thing, that doesn't really disrespect yourself so much as it indicates your subconsciously poor lack of social upbringing, as well as your obvious belief that I'm a complete idiot and it never mattered at all whether I would ever figure it out you just need to get out of the room with an excuse that sounded good. You know, PTSD is a Hell of an affliction. Tried? No you fucking did play me, and then within a few minutes of thought—came to mind pretty easily—I set up a counter-scheme to play you back just as hard as you thought you were going to play me. I adored you when I realized what you had done to me I was prepared to murder the planet on the way through to a vengence death strike upon your shriveled raisin heart. Seems like it worked pretty well. You can time travel now, right? Because I can, and I have these foundational documents, they must be good for something, right?
Let me guess: you totally wanted to help me with that before, but now that I've told you the truth you're so horrified you can't possibly imagine being nice to me ever again. Yeah I was just kidding, I know you respect this kind of bullshit even more than you do when you do it other people, you're probably wet for the first time in... an hour.
The reason why you became a reviled & loathsome caricature forever known as the ultimate poster child for representing and symbolizing your legendary and ultimate social failure-excuse me catastrophe-is that people figured out what you had tried to do from the very beginning. (Even if they couldn't figure it out, they noticed that you went from helping somebody be happier to fucking want her off and being a total douchebag right in front of him, gee I wonder why? Was because I raped you? Oh no no it's because I had sex with somebody that you paid for the opportunity to fucking expose me to. And there's no way that somebody else did it and then told you later and then you just held your violin and then slowly but surely fucked me off right after you conveniently talk to you the line your mother so you can get birth control pills and why you fucking needed excuse for that I have no idea I was just fucking knock over the gas station, just start drinking motor oil what the fuck I bet that would empty out your fucking uterus, and you probably get next few extra miles to the gallon on your way to the next gin joint kitty corner from the next whoremonger's palace. I want you to think about the person you used to be realize that you fucking wasted who you were on that, frankly at this point I think you were better served with the puke on your shoe.) There's no way you suddenly pivoted and flipped to Tramp Level Maximum after you thought it would be simpler to give me a teddy bear and watch me cry then simply tell the truth. I wasn't weeping because I was going to miss you, or sad that I tried so hard and it just didn't work out, or devastated because I just wasn't man enough for you, I was weeping FOR YOU; because in that moment it was obvious that you had been deceptive the entire time, and I knew that it would do you no favors in the great post-scandal steeplechase you were about to enter. And that you had no fucking idea that 30 years later I was going to remember every fucking thing as well as I did the day before and I would still feel kind of sad for you and sympathetic for how stupid a person could be but it never in a million years imagined in my mind that you're fucking idiot friends will let you get fucked off as badly you don't fucking did when I end up fucking finding you, fucking I asked somebody about where you were like multiple times over five fucking years and they fucking never told me the fucking truth even once like holy shit did you even know or I guess you told people to lie about where you were Jesus how fucking embarrassed could you have been well welcome to your new year of embarrassment. See, it's not so bad, it doesn't even sting a little does it, but at least nobody ever saw you hanging out with me within 6 ft and holding hands, shit, that would be the end of the fucking world for your reputation, people might think you got the clap! oh my God, who would give you the clap—please!
The larger majority part of the members in your social status class group population came to loathe you, your name became at first a sad joke and ultimately a bilious and disgusting pity double dog whistle, as well as the reason why someone or someones went so far as to take the bold, declarative steps that culminated with murdering your cat, is because it did not take long for people to figure out what you had both tried to do. (I came back the next day I couldn't figure out why the house was just so trash like was that by the accident or was it some sort of plan or does it just sort of happen or like what the hell happened why why would anybody do this oh oh I know exactly why they do it fuck I can't believe they didn't burn the fucking thing down, Jesus what a douchebag oh yeah he ended up working grocery in South Seattle fucking wow I guess people really did take it out on fuck I thought I had a hard time, but you know at least I wasn't freaking working stocking shelves at fucking White Center, hanging out behind the Piggly wiggly breaking down cardboard boxes 18-17 hours a day dealing coke and not knowing what meth is Jesus what a poor fucker. Can you imagine? Thinking that coke is safe and meth is dangerous what a bunch of fucking idiots, and those were your people that you picked. Yeah you didn't stay there long, did you? And you know he offered Jessica to me once and I was like... “oh, no thanks, you saw her first.” yeah I admit it was kind of nice of him to try and do anything nice at all (but how many friends could have had compared to before anyway, maybe he figured he would just like win some points by pretending to like me again or ever or anything but without oxygen and without me having known that it was known to you that I knew what you did anyway, I couldn't believe like didn't you feel guilty oh that's right you were on dope all the time, lol, why what's that like, did you have some snotty gang of fucking thugs fucking foil around trying to jam me up the whole time too? Oh that's so strange you seemed so popular), but I don't know how anybody could have ever recovered from that especially since he was ultimately a fucking idiot douchebag, but then again so were you... but at least you have tits. Let me guess chemotherapy in 3 weeks right? Well remember the cozy advantage, you can slice off your tits and a quarter of your ass and it wouldn't change much of anything about how I felt about you I'm still quite fond of your cold & clammy soul and your brackish goods looks and “kiss my ass” attitude. Look, this may come as a surprise you, but people make mistakes, and I recall that you showed at least a smidgen of remorse, and then you definitely didn't want to ever hear about what happened, and you were thinking it was better off that I never ever know the truth and you would carry it to your grave that that was a better idea than you know fucking recovering what was the loss, of course she didn't really lose anything cuz you didn't actually take me seriously in the first place did you? You know you really missed out on the good things in life, didn't you? Well it's a good thing you got kids, I bet you're doing real good learning them how to watch you learn from them. I can see why you were to be concerned about me meeting them, ever, at least not without having my tongue cut out first. And you know I am really sorry that you've got this much of a painful memory to deal with, because that must really suck to know how little you understood about anything at the time and how you were obviously manipulated by somebody else and then you blamed me and then ran off with them and let them traffic you to fucking Jordan. Every good Irish go to Jordan! I always thought of you when I thought of Kayla Miller. Müeller. Whatever. Have you ever heard of Xanax?
I knew that I could never tell anybody what I knew for sure, because that would spread rumors in a big way once became more common knowledge how little I actually knew, that would certainly get tongues wagging, and I did not want to believe that anybody could be such a royal steaming ignorant anus–to–mouth example of slatterly trampdom as you in fact were, and clearly have developed yourself further into, although at this point I believe there's no possible way that you can be solely to blame or even at all cuz I'm pretty sure you were kidnapped and raped with mind control chemicals that one summer. It's called “grooming,” Box Master. It certainly changed your opinion on things real quick, in my view, and then everyone else’s view as well. (I assume you thought you were being subtle and sly, but word was spreading already about the particularly unusual nature of your Powter Woman and Dynagirl dynamic I don't know myself, I refuse to remember such a thing, but I bet you remember your first initiation service, like it happened yesterday at the canned tuna plant back behind the bleachers.
A little bit shortly thereafter I figured it out, although at the time it never occurred to me that you would be that much of a fraudulent, manipulative, and ethically bankrupt example of renegade outlaw white trash. (And also Abo.)
So does all this seem a little harsh? I might be a little too brutal? I don't know actually cuz actually it just seems kind of funny to me, I can't believe that you're actually taking any of this serious at all anyway you have fucking 30 fucking years to get over your fucking guilt and then what suddenly it's all in your face just cuz I'm using a bunch of profanity words and highfalutin vocabulary and describing things in a terribly fucked-off way with no respect for remorse for your fucking feelings? Well I guess that's just the public face and then when I see you in person I'll drop trou and let you peg me and then it'll be all better. (Note that this actually works for some people, but let me reiterate that I'm being exaggeratively ironic... I'm still quite fond of you, I'm sure you never would have done these things on purpose if you would only known what the consequences were, and if you would realize how it diligent I was when I could fucking breathe and not be distracted by your feminine wiles and the vague subtextual threat of just how much of a lady Black widow you might actually have been, I was thinking that you actually kind of had real feelings for me but probably was just you being low on dopamine and not wanting to exert yourself too much while you were sizing up your lesser prey.
I may not look very sharp or snappy, but: I'm spry. Also, I probably love your husband more than you do, and I kind of miss him so it's too bad you got all that all fucked up he probably doesn't know what the hell to make of anything at all but he must enjoy this because like I said he's describe you as a fucked-off coke slave, so... I can see why you thought I was an idiot and that he was disavowing himself from any kind of line/lyme marriage action.
No, I don't know where you want to go from here actually cuz I was quite surprised to discover that I was being led to talk to you because I wasn't trying to look for my whatever next delay partner or whatever the fucker my love of my life no no no I was simply like to talk to a particular person and I don't know if it's you actually there's one particular slice of humanity I'm looking to find and with this fucking shit that's keeping me from talking to people the right way and with you being the fucked up messy actually are it's been pretty difficult to actually have a conversation with the right person, and I would prefer to have the conversation before I start having sex with somebody because I can have sex with anybody that's appropriate for me and it'll be fine however I think the whole world will be better off if I get the right one because then it won't be totally fucked off for all the other ones down the line and up the line of the chain of fucked off whores that got ended up in a time clone tunnel.
On top of that these latest developments have made me want to vomit to the bottom of my stomach every fucking time I think of my penis so pretty much the usual pillow talk but I am not really in a big hurry to get laid and for you to imagine that I automatically wanted to fucking fuck you just cuz I wanted to fucking talk to you is the most arrogant piece of shit garbage nonsense fucking bullshit I've ever heard my entire fucking life and has a kind of flattering but I guess you know pretty much nobody well give you the time of day anymore, will they? Oh that's right you're making time with the girl who lied to me her five years and tried to steal my house and all my money and poison me you're tight with her and you can rely on her a pinch, and both laughing everyday I think you might have seen how well this worked out in some jurisdictions but once again I think there's a lot of possible ways that you can pull out of this nosedive.
None of them involve fellatio. (Ed: Frick!) please know that I wasn't kidding, I can't believe that this is bad, and then I was trying to be nice by not explaining it this clearly in public but I don't see why I shouldn't considering you're the most insulting bitch I've ever fucking met my goddamn life carrying a grudge this fucking long about this fucking shit when you're the fucking one who made that fucking bad in the first place you know I didn't fucking tell you to fucking fuck me off cuz I wanted to fuck you and give you a baby oh no no that was all your fucking idea you showed up you did this you did this and then you did the whole fucking thing immediately your fucking shit that you wanted and then you fucked me off like a common piece of fucking gutter trash and didn't think you'd ever have to fucking contain another fucking consequence I your life, did you?
Well on the bright side, nobody in the entire world is ever going to fault you for not seeing me coming, and then by this point women are expected to be lying dope slave fucked off warmongering slut so it's not a big deal nobody's going to really really make you feel bad except for yourself when you remember that you were the smartest you're the prettiest and I loved you and you did... what?
And only that, you did what... without me... at all, ever? Oh yeah you fucking love me all right you're fucking hooked through the nose and the bag you can't fucking do a single fucking thing without the right flavor on your tongue but I'm supposed to be sober and then fucking make the fucking grade to just in that proves that fucking beautiful you are holy shit did you just like get an anti-psychiatry course or some shit going? whatever.
Anyway I'm not planning on getting late anytime soon if you knew Jack or shit about life you'd probably understand that I said what I meant and I meant what I said that's not what I was doing today but thanks again for insulting me the way you well didn't really insult me but you were a little gang of ripper babe skinny slut puppets did not impress me.
On the other hand now I know RaRa was always gay and and some other peeps too, I never would be able to figure that out, cuz I didn't really care but I got more Intel and then I saw how the other half lives and then I saw what happened when people thought I was going to go after you again, and boy do they waste their fucking time cuz trust me I'm good being friends with you, and you'll be a fucking lucky woman if you ever get my fucking dick up in the air at all let alone have to offend me off, like what do they think I'm going to do fucking corrupt you or some shit? Oh yeah yeah cuz they think I'm going to you know scoop all of me and you and then take advantage of your “virtue” she's a bunch of fucking stupid whores not you you're probably the smartest of the bunch, at least you're smart enough to fucking listen to me at all.
Imagine the audiobook. Later5 Gator7, 69 buttons on a string around your neck can't get your carotid artery too tight now can it? I fucking will go find out by yourself and watch you do something with your life. Jesus wept.
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You’re bald. I have hair.
Can we smoke it?
The end. [...] Get off it!
You still haven't had a single conversation with me about the complete lack of the finish to what your father told me. If it is so horrifying to have heard the half of it, imagine how it will feel to finally hear the end of it! I can't rememeber it now, and I won't be bothered... but I did say I would tell the story to you legit, next time we talked, and that was two years ago.
I sent you garbled emails that were incoherent because, number one, I knew you were a "consultant" (whore) and that all my comms were being read by the whole fucking planet, so I made sure the WOPR unit at NORAD wouldn't read about whatever your faggot father had to say before I could tell you in person.
See? Jackstar cares.
Personally, I am surprised by the level of vitriol in your post replies. Apparently your sense of humor is only rockin' when other people are being mocked and humiliated, and it's not the kind of thing you like to see the other side of. Well, that's too bad.
I will remind you that all I needed to do was to have a goddam conversation, for quite some time, and the reason why you think I want to have sex with you is because I want you to stop being a fucked off mindslave hosebeast faggot jackass, and while I don't have to have sex at all--totes--it seems terrible to me that you think you know what you're doing and that this is the best you can get. What a fucking waste of a good pair of shoes.
I mean boobs. /shrug. Look, do what you want. I exist, and if you weren't such a cockslobbering whoremongering coward, I'd have gotten it over with already. Do you think that I'm envious of either of you? No, not really. Not at all. Why would I want gay sex with you, when I could have it with (Lank)? All I have to do is tell her the truth. She -will- be impressed.
I can hardly wait, frankly. There's a much nicer narrative flow to -that- story, and it will be nice to talk to her about the truth of my feelings, rather than this fucked off exaggerated mess posted here, suitable only for FRAMING NEWSPAPERS and WRAPPING... FISH.
You chose to hate me. Every. Single. Time. What the fuck you think you were gonna get? You know nothing about "new" anything. You're probably still tying off with latex tubing, fashion victim.
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Polytheistic fetishism? In your learned experience? It's more disqualifying than you think.
This profound, solid logic does little for your street cred.
Creamy nougat champagne cork holds the pressure in check, as the suspense builds to the big reveal; she thought I had no idea that she bought the whore, and I didn't know for certain, until this year when I finally was in proper position to ask and get any answer at all, for the first time in over 27 years, “hey, so, why did you so suddenly and abruptly, seemingly without any discernible reason, obviously choose to willingly and knowingly sabotage every possible healthy and constructive avenue for legitimate growth of any fellowship between us whatsoever?” Because that's exactly how it went down, I couldn't understand why you were not noticing that you were consistently taking deliberate actions multiple times a day to make me feel like a fabulously unappreciated plastic trash can filled with spoiled old yogurt, I couldn't imagine that you were so dumb as to be doing it all by accident, but I couldn't imagine why you could have been doing it on purpose – and I didn't want to imagine that you could be such a candy ass coward and expert Jr grade whoremonger as to have done exactly what I imagined that you might had done... and that it didn't occur to you to mention that fact and to talk to me about it. (Why did I do it? Because I figured out that you either were someone I never wanted to do that with, or someone who wanted me to do it, so the obvious correct play was to do it. If I wasn't supposed to and you knew, then why would I want to choose you? I was a little too young to count that calculus in my head without losing track of all the cocks you must have sucked without mentioning it, there were a lot of variables to kill when I wondered that might complete an ability to determine whether your affection were wholly feigned or not. I had imagined that if it had been a problem for you in any way you would have said that; “it was a problem,” instead of simply silently... conspiring with some meathead methhead jockstick cook captain creepo fucko, the way an advanced placement reprobate liar and extra soulless harpy filth queen would. (It was one thing to think that it was an accident, but when I came to realize that you had intentionally lied your ass off from the very beginning, that box of “love” correspondence became even more valuable to future historians. Thanks for leaving the scanner in the bedroom where you had to pretend that you had a parasympathetic nervous system that worked properly without getting blasted every time you wanted a quick twitch, it's not there now, I can barely stand to be in the room even when unconscious, but that's where I found it, next to the Spooky’s discarded spook pants. They really got fucking arrested during an orgy, didn't they? I bet that was fucking epic hawt with you in it for once.) And as you said that it was because you were gay and I couldn't handle that. That I hated you for your being gay, is what you said in fact. (Sweet Baby Jesus Abolicious, I don't even hate you now. Please, I'm begging you: find a fucking counselor that you can tell the fucking truth to, and fucking do that. Why wouldn't you? Oh, right, Abo DeGeneres.) The damage you caused to innocent bystanding people who had no other alternative than to endure an irrational fear of my possible threat profile for absolutely no reason other than decision to allow a hideous rumor to propagate, bringing an unnecessary experience of anxiety and no small measure of confusion when deciding what to do—tactically — that was utterly without cause or justification, I've got no interest in beating up gay people at all, I don't have a problem with gay people at all, you fucking G-d damn idiot ignoramus faggot fucker fuckhead dope dealing khabbalist Mafia pimpslave. Jesus weeping christ, the fact that you're gay is one of the most humanizing things about you, not to mention the goddam most definitely poetic quality on your c.v. (Maybe this life wasn't for you, but I don't see how anybody could tell the difference.) I knew you didn't “break up” with me (we were together?) because I was too hetero for you, but telling people that you had told me that you were gay and that was what I was sad about, was the most ridiculously poor choice of a cover story I've ever heard of in my entire life. (I guess you had to come up with something in a hurry considering that I deliberately let everything slide to a complete nature and sat there at the bottom watching you look uncomfortable, oh I'm sorry I was inconvenient for you that you had fucked up that badly, oh I should have fucking pretended to be able to pretend to cheer up just to make your life better... which I think I did try to do a few times.) Because over time as I continued to not beat up gay people, people inevitably put two and two boobs together without a penis anywhere in sight until the wallet was on target, and figured out just how fucking much of an actual goddamn lying whore you really had been, and at such an early age—precocious!—and undoubtedly still were, and I don't believe your education or your reputation ever recovered from that. Look where you ended up, and are you happy with how accomplished you are, and are you thrilled that you've got a gang of reprobate drug addict whores on your fucking bed doing the fucking five attic fuck fest every night? Well yeah I bet you are, since you're a full blown sex addict now, seriously have you even noticed the obvious symptoms, try Googling it, and if it occurred to you that it's more fun to fuck than it is to Google reading about fucking, I think you have the answer. If you got drugs as well lucky you, you can “get them” easy, Wink. Oh, and who's your partner, and who do you consult with, oh that's fucking hilarious. What an amazingly distinct common background you two both share. Payroll close to tensioner, I still love you more than ever, and I'm super glad I never got balled up in your obscenity and also anal torture scheme, I would have been ending up in a shallow grave for sure. No, I knew absolutely that you were gay, that was beyond obvious. I knew your accomplice was gay as well, because she had told me the year before, “privately” in algebra class. (She didn't tell me about math, ever, yeah, fucking hell, that would have been an awful fucking thing to share with me, obviously I never could have learned to handle it as well as you motley lot did, huh? Oh yeah you're all fucking experts, ain't ya, so she told me she was fucking gay, which caught me by surprise that she appeared to believe that nobody knew that already, “I think I'm in love with a girl!” wow, did you think you just gobbled your first batch of Molly, too? Why didn't you hit the trifecta right then and there and realize that you had just turned off forever the first person who was going to always remember you for it for being so relentlessly self-absorbed that you even thought that you had to make up a story to break up with me, and she thought I bought it, lol.) I assumed as much when all of a sudden people I had only recently met when they walked up to me and pretending to be my good friends are suddenly taking me to new places (a variety of corner convenience stores that sold beer to minors and two titty bars) and encouraged me to do things that never happened to even cross my mind before, why else would that happen, and to what end would I not want to find out whether it was a trick played on her or whether it was a trick played on me by her?
I don't know if you thought that one through, I think somebody talked you into that (by giving you dope and raping you, you fucking more-on, you were how old? he got it from where? Don't answer, just keep looking for a counselor you can rely on do not send me unsolicited copies of your nudes) and you were like, “yeah that'd be funny,” because of course I wouldn't do that, and if I did, what a bastard that would mean I were! (I had sex with a pretty girl and I liked it, and I figured if she could have gotten a baby out of it then she was welcome to challenge me in court with her statutory rape of a minor charge under her belt instead of a baby bottle and my wallet. I can imagine you might have thought otherwise, but she was actually much nicer to me with her clothes on, than you ever were in your entire life to me and everyone else with your clothes off, I'd wager. No, you're not ugly at all, she's just not overwhelmingly sullied in my memory, and your belief that you are fat and that that was a disaster on a woman, well I haven't seen you lately and I haven't heard your voice lately so maybe... maybe it is? I don't know, maybe you rolled up on, you know, your “husband” said that you were a washed up crack whore that he used to do a lot of crack with, and boy aren't you glad you hung out with him? I mean it's better than at least you weren't with me, right? (Literally, he spoke of you to me exactly one time, and that's exactly what he said about you. And if I had known who he was talking about, I would have killed him.)
Apparently it was a surprise that I saw through the entire setup while I was waiting for the woman to come back from the bar with a tall Shirley Temple with extra cherries after she asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink? Nigger, I was 15 in a strip bar, I had plenty of time to think about what this could possibly mean for me, calculate the variables, as they say, and I don't know if you remember this but I didn't exactly have a lot of social interactions before then so how they suddenly just came up all out of nowhere at the same time after you suddenly came back from being shy and demure to being Sabrina the Teenage Bitch, I assumed the most likely reason for all these wildly unlikely happenstance quizzes to all occur suddenly at the same time is that they were filling the sequel to “Carrie”? No, you were planning to steal my seed and use it to commit fraud for reasons of eugenics (as well as to buy lots of extra shoes)! I'm glad you saved yourself for someone you really loved, (and was that interesting he got caught in a knock-up trap within fucking 7 months, wow I'm sure happy you picked him instead of some loser who didn't respect you) and I was so sad to discover that you were going to not say a word rather than admit that you tried to play me. For one thing, that doesn't really disrespect yourself so much as it indicates your subconsciously poor lack of social upbringing, as well as your obvious belief that I'm a complete idiot and it never mattered at all whether I would ever figure it out you just need to get out of the room with an excuse that sounded good. You know, PTSD is a Hell of an affliction. Tried? No you fucking did play me, and then within a few minutes of thought—came to mind pretty easily—I set up a counter-scheme to play you back just as hard as you thought you were going to play me. I adored you when I realized what you had done to me I was prepared to murder the planet on the way through to a vengence death strike upon your shriveled raisin heart. Seems like it worked pretty well. You can time travel now, right? Because I can, and I have these foundational documents, they must be good for something, right?
Let me guess: you totally wanted to help me with that before, but now that I've told you the truth you're so horrified you can't possibly imagine being nice to me ever again. Yeah I was just kidding, I know you respect this kind of bullshit even more than you do when you do it other people, you're probably wet for the first time in... an hour.
The reason why you became a reviled & loathsome caricature forever known as the ultimate poster child for representing and symbolizing your legendary and ultimate social failure-excuse me catastrophe-is that people figured out what you had tried to do from the very beginning. (Even if they couldn't figure it out, they noticed that you went from helping somebody be happier to fucking want her off and being a total douchebag right in front of him, gee I wonder why? Was because I raped you? Oh no no it's because I had sex with somebody that you paid for the opportunity to fucking expose me to. And there's no way that somebody else did it and then told you later and then you just held your violin and then slowly but surely fucked me off right after you conveniently talk to you the line your mother so you can get birth control pills and why you fucking needed excuse for that I have no idea I was just fucking knock over the gas station, just start drinking motor oil what the fuck I bet that would empty out your fucking uterus, and you probably get next few extra miles to the gallon on your way to the next gin joint kitty corner from the next whoremonger's palace. I want you to think about the person you used to be realize that you fucking wasted who you were on that, frankly at this point I think you were better served with the puke on your shoe.) There's no way you suddenly pivoted and flipped to Tramp Level Maximum after you thought it would be simpler to give me a teddy bear and watch me cry then simply tell the truth. I wasn't weeping because I was going to miss you, or sad that I tried so hard and it just didn't work out, or devastated because I just wasn't man enough for you, I was weeping FOR YOU; because in that moment it was obvious that you had been deceptive the entire time, and I knew that it would do you no favors in the great post-scandal steeplechase you were about to enter. And that you had no fucking idea that 30 years later I was going to remember every fucking thing as well as I did the day before and I would still feel kind of sad for you and sympathetic for how stupid a person could be but it never in a million years imagined in my mind that you're fucking idiot friends will let you get fucked off as badly you don't fucking did when I end up fucking finding you, fucking I asked somebody about where you were like multiple times over five fucking years and they fucking never told me the fucking truth even once like holy shit did you even know or I guess you told people to lie about where you were Jesus how fucking embarrassed could you have been well welcome to your new year of embarrassment. See, it's not so bad, it doesn't even sting a little does it, but at least nobody ever saw you hanging out with me within 6 ft and holding hands, shit, that would be the end of the fucking world for your reputation, people might think you got the clap! oh my God, who would give you the clap—please!
The larger majority part of the members in your social status class group population came to loathe you, your name became at first a sad joke and ultimately a bilious and disgusting pity double dog whistle, as well as the reason why someone or someones went so far as to take the bold, declarative steps that culminated with murdering your cat, is because it did not take long for people to figure out what you had both tried to do. (I came back the next day I couldn't figure out why the house was just so trash like was that by the accident or was it some sort of plan or does it just sort of happen or like what the hell happened why why would anybody do this oh oh I know exactly why they do it fuck I can't believe they didn't burn the fucking thing down, Jesus what a douchebag oh yeah he ended up working grocery in South Seattle fucking wow I guess people really did take it out on fuck I thought I had a hard time, but you know at least I wasn't freaking working stocking shelves at fucking White Center, hanging out behind the Piggly wiggly breaking down cardboard boxes 18-17 hours a day dealing coke and not knowing what meth is Jesus what a poor fucker. Can you imagine? Thinking that coke is safe and meth is dangerous what a bunch of fucking idiots, and those were your people that you picked. Yeah you didn't stay there long, did you? And you know he offered Jessica to me once and I was like... “oh, no thanks, you saw her first.” yeah I admit it was kind of nice of him to try and do anything nice at all (but how many friends could have had compared to before anyway, maybe he figured he would just like win some points by pretending to like me again or ever or anything but without oxygen and without me having known that it was known to you that I knew what you did anyway, I couldn't believe like didn't you feel guilty oh that's right you were on dope all the time, lol, why what's that like, did you have some snotty gang of fucking thugs fucking foil around trying to jam me up the whole time too? Oh that's so strange you seemed so popular), but I don't know how anybody could have ever recovered from that especially since he was ultimately a fucking idiot douchebag, but then again so were you... but at least you have tits. Let me guess chemotherapy in 3 weeks right? Well remember the cozy advantage, you can slice off your tits and a quarter of your ass and it wouldn't change much of anything about how I felt about you I'm still quite fond of your cold & clammy soul and your brackish goods looks and “kiss my ass” attitude. Look, this may come as a surprise you, but people make mistakes, and I recall that you showed at least a smidgen of remorse, and then you definitely didn't want to ever hear about what happened, and you were thinking it was better off that I never ever know the truth and you would carry it to your grave that that was a better idea than you know fucking recovering what was the loss, of course she didn't really lose anything cuz you didn't actually take me seriously in the first place did you? You know you really missed out on the good things in life, didn't you? Well it's a good thing you got kids, I bet you're doing real good learning them how to watch you learn from them. I can see why you were to be concerned about me meeting them, ever, at least not without having my tongue cut out first. And you know I am really sorry that you've got this much of a painful memory to deal with, because that must really suck to know how little you understood about anything at the time and how you were obviously manipulated by somebody else and then you blamed me and then ran off with them and let them traffic you to fucking Jordan. Every good Irish go to Jordan! I always thought of you when I thought of Kayla Miller. Müeller. Whatever. Have you ever heard of Xanax?
I knew that I could never tell anybody what I knew for sure, because that would spread rumors in a big way once became more common knowledge how little I actually knew, that would certainly get tongues wagging, and I did not want to believe that anybody could be such a royal steaming ignorant anus–to–mouth example of slatterly trampdom as you in fact were, and clearly have developed yourself further into, although at this point I believe there's no possible way that you can be solely to blame or even at all cuz I'm pretty sure you were kidnapped and raped with mind control chemicals that one summer. It's called “grooming,” Box Master. It certainly changed your opinion on things real quick, in my view, and then everyone else’s view as well. (I assume you thought you were being subtle and sly, but word was spreading already about the particularly unusual nature of your Powter Woman and Dynagirl dynamic I don't know myself, I refuse to remember such a thing, but I bet you remember your first initiation service, like it happened yesterday at the canned tuna plant back behind the bleachers.
A little bit shortly thereafter I figured it out, although at the time it never occurred to me that you would be that much of a fraudulent, manipulative, and ethically bankrupt example of renegade outlaw white trash. (And also Abo.)
So does all this seem a little harsh? I might be a little too brutal? I don't know actually cuz actually it just seems kind of funny to me, I can't believe that you're actually taking any of this serious at all anyway you have fucking 30 fucking years to get over your fucking guilt and then what suddenly it's all in your face just cuz I'm using a bunch of profanity words and highfalutin vocabulary and describing things in a terribly fucked-off way with no respect for remorse for your fucking feelings? Well I guess that's just the public face and then when I see you in person I'll drop trou and let you peg me and then it'll be all better. (Note that this actually works for some people, but let me reiterate that I'm being exaggeratively ironic... I'm still quite fond of you, I'm sure you never would have done these things on purpose if you would only known what the consequences were, and if you would realize how it diligent I was when I could fucking breathe and not be distracted by your feminine wiles and the vague subtextual threat of just how much of a lady Black widow you might actually have been, I was thinking that you actually kind of had real feelings for me but probably was just you being low on dopamine and not wanting to exert yourself too much while you were sizing up your lesser prey.
I may not look very sharp or snappy, but: I'm spry. Also, I probably love your husband more than you do, and I kind of miss him so it's too bad you got all that all fucked up he probably doesn't know what the hell to make of anything at all but he must enjoy this because like I said he's describe you as a fucked-off coke slave, so... I can see why you thought I was an idiot and that he was disavowing himself from any kind of line/lyme marriage action.
No, I don't know where you want to go from here actually cuz I was quite surprised to discover that I was being led to talk to you because I wasn't trying to look for my whatever next delay partner or whatever the fucker my love of my life no no no I was simply like to talk to a particular person and I don't know if it's you actually there's one particular slice of humanity I'm looking to find and with this fucking shit that's keeping me from talking to people the right way and with you being the fucked up messy actually are it's been pretty difficult to actually have a conversation with the right person, and I would prefer to have the conversation before I start having sex with somebody because I can have sex with anybody that's appropriate for me and it'll be fine however I think the whole world will be better off if I get the right one because then it won't be totally fucked off for all the other ones down the line and up the line of the chain of fucked off whores that got ended up in a time clone tunnel.
On top of that these latest developments have made me want to vomit to the bottom of my stomach every fucking time I think of my penis so pretty much the usual pillow talk but I am not really in a big hurry to get laid and for you to imagine that I automatically wanted to fucking fuck you just cuz I wanted to fucking talk to you is the most arrogant piece of shit garbage nonsense fucking bullshit I've ever heard my entire fucking life and has a kind of flattering but I guess you know pretty much nobody well give you the time of day anymore, will they? Oh that's right you're making time with the girl who lied to me her five years and tried to steal my house and all my money and poison me you're tight with her and you can rely on her a pinch, and both laughing everyday I think you might have seen how well this worked out in some jurisdictions but once again I think there's a lot of possible ways that you can pull out of this nosedive.
None of them involve fellatio. (Ed: Frick!) please know that I wasn't kidding, I can't believe that this is bad, and then I was trying to be nice by not explaining it this clearly in public but I don't see why I shouldn't considering you're the most insulting bitch I've ever fucking met my goddamn life carrying a grudge this fucking long about this fucking shit when you're the fucking one who made that fucking bad in the first place you know I didn't fucking tell you to fucking fuck me off cuz I wanted to fuck you and give you a baby oh no no that was all your fucking idea you showed up you did this you did this and then you did the whole fucking thing immediately your fucking shit that you wanted and then you fucked me off like a common piece of fucking gutter trash and didn't think you'd ever have to fucking contain another fucking consequence I your life, did you?
Well on the bright side, nobody in the entire world is ever going to fault you for not seeing me coming, and then by this point women are expected to be lying dope slave fucked off warmongering slut so it's not a big deal nobody's going to really really make you feel bad except for yourself when you remember that you were the smartest you're the prettiest and I loved you and you did... what?
And only that, you did what... without me... at all, ever? Oh yeah you fucking love me all right you're fucking hooked through the nose and the bag you can't fucking do a single fucking thing without the right flavor on your tongue but I'm supposed to be sober and then fucking make the fucking grade to just in that proves that fucking beautiful you are holy shit did you just like get an anti-psychiatry course or some shit going? whatever.
Anyway I'm not planning on getting late anytime soon if you knew Jack or shit about life you'd probably understand that I said what I meant and I meant what I said that's not what I was doing today but thanks again for insulting me the way you well didn't really insult me but you were a little gang of ripper babe skinny slut puppets did not impress me.
On the other hand now I know RaRa was always gay and and some other peeps too, I never would be able to figure that out, cuz I didn't really care but I got more Intel and then I saw how the other half lives and then I saw what happened when people thought I was going to go after you again, and boy do they waste their fucking time cuz trust me I'm good being friends with you, and you'll be a fucking lucky woman if you ever get my fucking dick up in the air at all let alone have to offend me off, like what do they think I'm going to do fucking corrupt you or some shit? Oh yeah yeah cuz they think I'm going to you know scoop all of me and you and then take advantage of your “virtue” she's a bunch of fucking stupid whores not you you're probably the smartest of the bunch, at least you're smart enough to fucking listen to me at all.
Imagine the audiobook. Later5 Gator7, 69 buttons on a string around your neck can't get your carotid artery too tight now can it? I fucking will go find out by yourself and watch you do something with your life. Jesus wept.
This post is exceptionally gay. I've also noticed your gayness tends to be in override Saturday evenings.
Are you sure you stand by the statement of “having an actual life?” Cause from my perspective, that statement holds an actual point of contention with me. Not so much for the fact that you say it, but the fact that you say it with regularity and seem to believe it. Well, to each their own, I suppose.
So, here's something significant that happened to me today, Jacko.
I went to the corner store for Copenhagen and mega millions lottery tickets. I was rather hungry when I left the store, so I stopped at the local Burger King and got a burger. (No, I didn’t go inside the Burger King and sit down by myself to eat a fucking cheeseburger. What kind of a fucking loser faggot do you take me for! I went through the drive-through and parked in the parking lot like a real man.) Anyways, The burger was everything you would expect from Burger King. It was a bland vanilla milquetoast piece of shit that works in a pinch if you're hungry.
So, I start thinking to myself (this bullshit burger is the best thing on Burger King‘s menu, and it still tastes like shit! I mean, where do these motherfuckers get off calling themselves the king of burgers!? I mean, damn! What’s the point in talking about how it’s “flame-broiled over an open flame,” or “we don’t make it till you order it,” and “you get it your way” if it tastes like shit!)
All of a sudden, it hit me. BOOM!
Bruh, Burger King is to burgers what you are to intellectual discourse, philosophy, and poetry!
It would seem that the universe is still in the balance after all and that perhaps you’re not crazy, and there must be a place for you after all.
So, be at peace, Sweet Prince. ✨💫
Love, IR 💕
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This post is exceptionally gay. I've also noticed your gayness tends to be in override Saturday evenings.
Needles.
Are you sure you stand by the statement of “having an actual life?” Cause from my perspective, that statement holds an actual point of contention with me.
You scored matched breeding triplets of lying whores and now you exploit them to enhance your self image and to act as props and that I've done something wrong (I escaped the game grid and left you with traitors) or that I'm a loser while I sit on $825,000 and do whatever the fuck I want which is nothing but sit around doing nothing. Enjoy the grill. (999 regular price got it for 478 something, oh that's great deal) all right I'll put in the garage with the hammers.
Not so much for the fact that you say it, but the fact that you say it with regularity and seem to believe it. Well, to each their own, I suppose.
Why don't you set some more sound clips up where you mock disabled retard for not being a good enough crime reporter. Instantly the complete lack of any statement for me indicates that you have no idea what happened, I'll plan to leave it that way. Dude look what you're doing. Go change some diapers. Exactly what characteristics am I supposed to be considering to be virtue and want replaced in my life? Every word out of her mouth for 5 years was a lie. She felt safe on numerous occasions to get me to go buy high-risk illicit drugs . Just happinv :o one time and that day she posted everything I took on Bill Gates in public
So, here's something significant that happened to me today, Jacko.
I'm sure all this chest puffing is very significant to you. Are you boasting for two or three? Try some nitrous.
I went to the corner store for Copenhagen and mega millions lottery tickets. I was rather hungry when I left the store, so I stopped at the local Burger King and got a burger. (No, I didn’t go inside the Burger King and sit down by myself to eat a fucking cheeseburger. What kind of a fucking loser faggot do you take me for! I went through the drive-through and parked in the parking lot like a real man.) Anyways, The burger was everything you would expect from Burger King. It was a bland vanilla milquetoast piece of shit that works in a pinch if you're hungry.
So, I start thinking to myself (this bullshit burger is the best thing on Burger King‘s menu, and it still tastes like shit! I mean, where do these motherfuckers get off calling themselves the king of burgers!? I mean, damn! What’s the point in talking about how it’s “flame-broiled over an open flame,” or “we don’t make it till you order it,” and “you get it your way” if it tastes like shit!)
All of a sudden, it hit me. BOOM!
Bruh, Burger King is to burgers what you are to intellectual discourse, philosophy, and poetry!
It would seem that the universe is still in the balance
TILT. Take the bitches and leave. I'm pretty sure they forfeited their civil assets, how long will it take you to get to Texas? Go downhill.
after all and that perhaps you’re not crazy,
You wasted my time with a bunch of unnecessary bullshit, dodged my questions incessantly, I never got any kind of workout for longer than 4 days, and then when I realized there was no one to work out for I figured I'd find somebody wasn't shallow. Or didn't have a dick. Or was it dick, failed to reciprocate any kind of information exchange and thought you'd get away with it. Apparently that was simpler than just fucking telling me what's going on? “shut up Jack don't figure it out we're trying to steal all your shit!” Sorry I write so fast you can hardly keep up. Special needs, privileged communications, special consequences... Dude, go ahead. I'm sure you feel like they're an upgrade. I can just imagine the warmth.
By the way some guy who raped her (vaguely lovable) and this other person who shall remain nameless were on the teleporting ferry transporting what I assume were drugs. I ran into him by accident it was fascinating they sure were embarrassed when I was talking to him and they didn't want to acknowledge me, talk back, or admit that they were annoyed. Because I wasn't supposed to be able to recognize them but I sure as fucking shit did. They stuck out like a sore thumb, they were hauling backpacks that looked pretty fucking heavy and they were taking a teleporting ferry to Kingston off the coast of East Africa. Tell you what, when the villagers with pitchforks start running down the street, you go ahead and run to the docks and I'll hold them off.
Look at the bright side, you all enjoy mewling/muling already. Maybe you can all enjoy a game of Boggle together.
You had your chance to be close to me. I'm going to go get high as fuck for a month and a half. Perhaps I'm not crazy? I'm obviously staying sane while you pretend to believe that you have got anything going on that you didn't steal that I'm envious of. Why don't you inseminate the breed stock? That'll keep these people busy. bye.
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Needles.
You scored matched breeding triplets of lying whores and now you exploit them to enhance your self image and to act as props and that I've done something wrong (I escaped the game grid and left you with traitors) or that I'm a loser while I sit on $825,000 and do whatever the fuck I want which is nothing but sit around doing nothing. Enjoy the grill. (999 regular price got it for 478 something, oh that's great deal) all right I'll put in the garage with the hammers.
Why don't you set some more sound clips up where you mock disabled retard for not being a good enough crime reporter. Instantly the complete lack of any statement for me indicates that you have no idea what happened, I'll plan to leave it that way. Dude look what you're doing. Go change some diapers. Exactly what characteristics am I supposed to be considering to be virtue and want replaced in my life? Every word out of her mouth for 5 years was a lie. She felt safe on numerous occasions to get me to go buy high-risk illicit drugs . Just happinv :o one time and that day she posted everything I took on Bill Gates in public
I'm sure all this chest puffing is very significant to you. Are you boasting for two or three? Try some nitrous.
I went to the corner store for Copenhagen and mega millions lottery tickets. I was rather hungry when I left the store, so I stopped at the local Burger King and got a burger. (No, I didn’t go inside the Burger King and sit down by myself to eat a fucking cheeseburger. What kind of a fucking loser faggot do you take me for! I went through the drive-through and parked in the parking lot like a real man.) Anyways, The burger was everything you would expect from Burger King. It was a bland vanilla milquetoast piece of shit that works in a pinch if you're hungry.
So, I start thinking to myself (this bullshit burger is the best thing on Burger King‘s menu, and it still tastes like shit! I mean, where do these motherfuckers get off calling themselves the king of burgers!? I mean, damn! What’s the point in talking about how it’s “flame-broiled over an open flame,” or “we don’t make it till you order it,” and “you get it your way” if it tastes like shit!)
All of a sudden, it hit me. BOOM!
Bruh, Burger King is to burgers what you are to intellectual discourse, philosophy, and poetry!
TILT. Take the bitches and leave. I'm pretty sure they forfeited their civil assets, how long will it take you to get to Texas? Go downhill.
You wasted my time with a bunch of unnecessary bullshit, dodged my questions incessantly, I never got any kind of workout for longer than 4 days, and then when I realized there was no one to work out for I figured I'd find somebody wasn't shallow. Or didn't have a dick. Or was it dick, failed to reciprocate any kind of information exchange and thought you'd get away with it. Apparently that was simpler than just fucking telling me what's going on? “shut up Jack don't figure it out we're trying to steal all your shit!” Sorry I write so fast you can hardly keep up. Special needs, privileged communications, special consequences... Dude, go ahead. I'm sure you feel like they're an upgrade. I can just imagine the warmth.
By the way some guy who raped her (vaguely lovable) and this other person who shall remain nameless were on the teleporting ferry transporting what I assume were drugs. I ran into him by accident it was fascinating they sure were embarrassed when I was talking to him and they didn't want to acknowledge me, talk back, or admit that they were annoyed. Because I wasn't supposed to be able to recognize them but I sure as fucking shit did. They stuck out like a sore thumb, they were hauling backpacks that looked pretty fucking heavy and they were taking a teleporting ferry to Kingston off the coast of East Africa. Tell you what, when the villagers with pitchforks start running down the street, you go ahead and run to the docks and I'll hold them off.
Look at the bright side, you all enjoy mewling/muling already. Maybe you can all enjoy a game of Boggle together.
You had your chance to be close to me. I'm going to go get high as fuck for a month and a half. Perhaps I'm not crazy? I'm obviously staying sane while you pretend to believe that you have got anything going on that you didn't steal that I'm envious of. Why don't you inseminate the breed stock? That'll keep these people busy. bye.
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So, be at peace, Sweet Prince. ✨💫
Love, IR 💕
We're all already resurrected from the recent Sky Event—let me guess, you have no idea what I'm talking about and don't have any idea what I mean, you dumbfuck shitbag bumpkin reprobate douche—and as far as I can tell I skipped over the plane where King Faggot and the rest of his skeevy is hanging out. I don't feel like none of that bullshit is in my area so I'm willing to go with the idea.
Meanwhile, I still haven't talked to the person I was supposed to talk to you after what's her face went to Dallas, and I still haven't had sex with the woman that dumb and dumber are worth so convinced that I was all hot for. And this person was informed that she was going to get something at some point for me, and that has not happened.
Not. Happened. Yep shot of this is it's cuz I haven't been anywhere near her twats since 14 years ago, apparently last two years has been much more difficult than the previous 12, she's about to start to lose her shit. Why don't you fuck he? You seem to enjoy that!
Let me put this another way, I knew she was lying to me when I said have you heard of Bellgab she said no, I knew that she knew him as soon as she talked on the phone with him when I was in earshot because I said hey call him first and I washed them washed her and she obviously knew the fucking guy.
Then she tells me she's going on a “business trip.”After a whole bunch of other fucking bullshit.
Now, remember here: we're talking about a man's name.
So I end up getting a call from Oklahoma, no scratch that I don't get a call from Oklahoma cuz she's fucking stupid I got a call from somewhere in Texas and she wants help to get to Oklahoma, she wants money.
SHE WANTS MONEY. And because I am still loving this whole fucking boondoggle charade you got going on, I would give her money now if I could but of course no contact but the time I didn't happen to have a wallet on me and I didn't have to have any credit cards and I didn't happen to have any internet I was at the house that I grew up in and I she just happened to call then and I couldn't help her at all and then she scoffed at me and hung up.
At that time, she hadn't realized that she been raped and played. That came later. With me, after she returned. And the woman who returned was Kirsten and Elizabeth Hall. And I fucking hope that one got raped a whole shitload of times.
But I digress. Not only have I not talked to the person that I was supposed to talk to you or rather I plan on talking to you if I heard from what's her nuts that she had actually had sex with (PROT) while she was wherever the fuck I assumed that she was going to but she still committed to some kind of fucking agreement anyway because that's how fucking stupid these fucking cunts are, and I mean the (Blanks), so she talks to me a little bit longer and then vanishes and then somebody else does all that bullshit on her.
So, I didn't get any memos about how that went.
I did get attacked with knives, sticks, clubs, and Mrs. Paul. And I did eventually figure out what the business on the business trip was: they leveraged my mother's house and committed a land fraud deal and bought multiple houses on the backs of hers, my mother's.
Now you should go unwind that, you stupid drooling cuntmouthed bitch, please I'll tell you it's not going to happen I'm not fucking that woman. You want to pease that fucking magical Beast you fucking go do that yourself I still haven't talked to the other one and I'm not going to go out of order just to appease the demon inside her.
Nor am I going to banish it or exercise it or like I said: fuck the woman. Now don't get me wrong, there's a protocol that needs to be followed, and you know if I kind of felt like it I guess I kind of would but she's not here she won't be here if she's here I won't fuck her.
Officer I'll fist her and throw her out. Gently, I'm saying. I don't know if this woman's been fisted. But even if she has, I won't do it right, because I won't be in the fucking mood I'll be imagining your little cunt-faced mouth, and regardless without the baby batter there's no oxytocin reaction.
Did I mention that this woman was born on the cusp of magic, which is 6 months around from the cusp of prophecy which is wear the other two are at? Probably not but if I did you probably didn't think about I was important because you don't know Jack or shit about what's fucking important in the world now do you?
Dumb fucking hick. Now I don't know what the fuck to do about your problem I'm just letting you know that there's a disturbance in the force cuz I don't know if this woman is getting fucked but she's not getting the fucking that she was promised and your bitch ass friend is fucking sucking all the cock from fucking the 33rd parallel all the way down to fucking Patagonia.
Did I hear you correctly in that fucking podcast today probably coz like you're so fucking erudite and loquacious and specific in your words. They put this way the reason why we're not going to Thunderdome is cuz you're a cunty little bitch and you're not worth my fucking time. The vast majority aren't.
Compare and contrast to how much of your time I was worth. Similarly compare and contrast how much my celibacy is worth compared to Rapeslut’s. I don't know or care when that one wakes up but how do you think she's going to think? I'll answer the question she's going to think poorly and slowly.
Because she's not supposed to be a fucked-off mind slave dope whore. That wasn't exactly in the program. And the only reprogram available will involve oxytocin production, triangulated.
I'm telling you this because I don't know exactly when but you're delightful fuck buddy is going to turn into fucking mush and cobwebs I don't know when I don't care when it's your fucking problem, you dumb dopeslave fuckhead. Now, you might want to wonder why is it that I'm so agitated sounding when you read this?
Oh cuz I'm having it up, this is actually awesome this is one of the security systems for just this kind of emergency when you fucking dipshit fuck heads cut me out of the goddamn loop and I'm fucking still on the hook and you're fucking replacing me with fucking who? did I fucking sign anything? I'm going to kick your sister right in the goddamn penis. Don't think I can't do it.
You are looks from human being and I don't give a shit what happens to you, basically not there yet, anybody worth their salt has already fucking gotten of off this rock through the modern magic of quantum teleportation, which you don't get to fucking use, do you? *click*
*snap* you don't actually have any idea how any of this stuff works, do you? Wow that's just too damn bad what are you doing when they break? Going to go get one to bring it to me, that'll be funny cuz I'll be like a long gone mother fucker I ain't cleaning your shit I'm not doing your shit and you and her and everybody else has left behind on this fucking Doom penis of fucking rock can kiss my ass, Bugs Bunny.
Seriously you didn't think there would be a back up speck of security system? I mean I am a Sourceror, I am fairly clever, oh that's right you think I'm a fucking idiot, don't you.
I forget where I put your trinket and you wouldn't fucking know what to do with it even if I give it to you so might as well get along those doggie and fucking fix your shit coz like it's all going to go hyper per fluid in about 11 hours.
I can hear people talking in my house in another dimension, it's not the radio it's conversation. And since I'm not fucking lonely I like it here I'm not going to fucking travel or whatever and see what's going on I don't give a fucking shit about what the fuck you got down there I'm not going to open a portal I'm not going to need a fucking masturbate I'm just going to relax and know that you're fucking dead or you get your God damn spaceship off my fucking planet in 10 hours. Nigga bitch why fucking wait do it fucking now do it in five fucking minutes.
Oh? Really? Standards? Well then. I'll fucking allow a fucking standard from you when fucking Hell freezes over, bitch lips.
And I was at peace before you and your stupid fucking gang of fucking reprobate criminal thugs fucking blew up my shit so get the fuck out of town and then I'll be at peace again, how about that.
I imagine you thought the replacement would work. And I imagine you thought you'd never have to concern yourself with wondering what would Jack Starr say if you ever went to the cops? Well don't bother nigger I'll just fucking call the Vatican.
I'm not doing that this time you're way too late fucking they take fucking like three fucking weeks just pack your shit and get out of Dodge, fucker, I don't give a shit. I'm going back to bed. I'm sure he'll figure out what the fuck happened when you wake up in the next fucking whatever I am big and bad and Nationwide I don't have to worry about myself I don't have to worry about any of you I'm concerned that Maddie isn't going to realize just how fucking stupid he fucking was when he wakes up in a God damn psych ward tomorrow, cuz let me tell you a bitch of a joke: you are not Melchizedek. You're Glenn fucking Frey. And you're not married to her either or to his wife you're married to a carp. *snap*
There you go you little Punyling cunty country bitch, you're fucking married to a goddamn ghetto goldfish, mazel tov, if I ever catch you pulling this shit again I will fucking pull down your goddamn pants and get you the fucking switch of your fucking worst nightmares.
Also we are NOT friends anymore, fuck you, you just banned me left me for dead and you took all my shit and betrayed me, and left me for dead in the midst of the oncoming heat death of the universe. fuck you, if you're lucky I'll put you in a goddamn blender, how do you and your mom like them fucking apples put one in their mouth like a little piggy and fucking put her in the oven while I fucking give a shit, fuck you, you honor your elders, bitch and you're going to have to fucking honor yours, Puny Bitch.
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Just fuck off and get to work. Shoo.
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We're all already resurrected from the recent Sky Event—let me guess, you have no idea what I'm talking about and don't have any idea what I mean, you dumbfuck shitbag bumpkin reprobate douche—and as far as I can tell I skipped over the plane where King Faggot and the rest of his skeevy is hanging out. I don't feel like none of that bullshit is in my area so I'm willing to go with the idea.
Meanwhile, I still haven't talked to the person I was supposed to talk to you after what's her face went to Dallas, and I still haven't had sex with the woman that dumb and dumber are worth so convinced that I was all hot for. And this person was informed that she was going to get something at some point for me, and that has not happened.
Not. Happened. Yep shot of this is it's cuz I haven't been anywhere near her twats since 14 years ago, apparently last two years has been much more difficult than the previous 12, she's about to start to lose her shit. Why don't you fuck he? You seem to enjoy that!
Let me put this another way, I knew she was lying to me when I said have you heard of Bellgab she said no, I knew that she knew him as soon as she talked on the phone with him when I was in earshot because I said hey call him first and I washed them washed her and she obviously knew the fucking guy.
Then she tells me she's going on a “business trip.”After a whole bunch of other fucking bullshit.
Now, remember here: we're talking about a man's name.
So I end up getting a call from Oklahoma, no scratch that I don't get a call from Oklahoma cuz she's fucking stupid I got a call from somewhere in Texas and she wants help to get to Oklahoma, she wants money.
SHE WANTS MONEY. And because I am still loving this whole fucking boondoggle charade you got going on, I would give her money now if I could but of course no contact but the time I didn't happen to have a wallet on me and I didn't have to have any credit cards and I didn't happen to have any internet I was at the house that I grew up in and I she just happened to call then and I couldn't help her at all and then she scoffed at me and hung up.
At that time, she hadn't realized that she been raped and played. That came later. With me, after she returned. And the woman who returned was Kirsten and Elizabeth Hall. And I fucking hope that one got raped a whole shitload of times.
But I digress. Not only have I not talked to the person that I was supposed to talk to you or rather I plan on talking to you if I heard from what's her nuts that she had actually had sex with (PROT) while she was wherever the fuck I assumed that she was going to but she still committed to some kind of fucking agreement anyway because that's how fucking stupid these fucking cunts are, and I mean the (Blanks), so she talks to me a little bit longer and then vanishes and then somebody else does all that bullshit on her.
So, I didn't get any memos about how that went.
I did get attacked with knives, sticks, clubs, and Mrs. Paul. And I did eventually figure out what the business on the business trip was: they leveraged my mother's house and committed a land fraud deal and bought multiple houses on the backs of hers, my mother's.
Now you should go unwind that, you stupid drooling cuntmouthed bitch, please I'll tell you it's not going to happen I'm not fucking that woman. You want to pease that fucking magical Beast you fucking go do that yourself I still haven't talked to the other one and I'm not going to go out of order just to appease the demon inside her.
Nor am I going to banish it or exercise it or like I said: fuck the woman. Now don't get me wrong, there's a protocol that needs to be followed, and you know if I kind of felt like it I guess I kind of would but she's not here she won't be here if she's here I won't fuck her.
Officer I'll fist her and throw her out. Gently, I'm saying. I don't know if this woman's been fisted. But even if she has, I won't do it right, because I won't be in the fucking mood I'll be imagining your little cunt-faced mouth, and regardless without the baby batter there's no oxytocin reaction.
Did I mention that this woman was born on the cusp of magic, which is 6 months around from the cusp of prophecy which is wear the other two are at? Probably not but if I did you probably didn't think about I was important because you don't know Jack or shit about what's fucking important in the world now do you?
Dumb fucking hick. Now I don't know what the fuck to do about your problem I'm just letting you know that there's a disturbance in the force cuz I don't know if this woman is getting fucked but she's not getting the fucking that she was promised and your bitch ass friend is fucking sucking all the cock from fucking the 33rd parallel all the way down to fucking Patagonia.
Did I hear you correctly in that fucking podcast today probably coz like you're so fucking erudite and loquacious and specific in your words. They put this way the reason why we're not going to Thunderdome is cuz you're a cunty little bitch and you're not worth my fucking time. The vast majority aren't.
Compare and contrast to how much of your time I was worth. Similarly compare and contrast how much my celibacy is worth compared to Rapeslut’s. I don't know or care when that one wakes up but how do you think she's going to think? I'll answer the question she's going to think poorly and slowly.
Because she's not supposed to be a fucked-off mind slave dope whore. That wasn't exactly in the program. And the only reprogram available will involve oxytocin production, triangulated.
I'm telling you this because I don't know exactly when but you're delightful fuck buddy is going to turn into fucking mush and cobwebs I don't know when I don't care when it's your fucking problem, you dumb dopeslave fuckhead. Now, you might want to wonder why is it that I'm so agitated sounding when you read this?
Oh cuz I'm having it up, this is actually awesome this is one of the security systems for just this kind of emergency when you fucking dipshit fuck heads cut me out of the goddamn loop and I'm fucking still on the hook and you're fucking replacing me with fucking who? did I fucking sign anything? I'm going to kick your sister right in the goddamn penis. Don't think I can't do it.
You are looks from human being and I don't give a shit what happens to you, basically not there yet, anybody worth their salt has already fucking gotten of off this rock through the modern magic of quantum teleportation, which you don't get to fucking use, do you? *click*
*snap* you don't actually have any idea how any of this stuff works, do you? Wow that's just too damn bad what are you doing when they break? Going to go get one to bring it to me, that'll be funny cuz I'll be like a long gone mother fucker I ain't cleaning your shit I'm not doing your shit and you and her and everybody else has left behind on this fucking Doom penis of fucking rock can kiss my ass, Bugs Bunny.
Seriously you didn't think there would be a back up speck of security system? I mean I am a Sourceror, I am fairly clever, oh that's right you think I'm a fucking idiot, don't you.
I forget where I put your trinket and you wouldn't fucking know what to do with it even if I give it to you so might as well get along those doggie and fucking fix your shit coz like it's all going to go hyper per fluid in about 11 hours.
I can hear people talking in my house in another dimension, it's not the radio it's conversation. And since I'm not fucking lonely I like it here I'm not going to fucking travel or whatever and see what's going on I don't give a fucking shit about what the fuck you got down there I'm not going to open a portal I'm not going to need a fucking masturbate I'm just going to relax and know that you're fucking dead or you get your God damn spaceship off my fucking planet in 10 hours. Nigga bitch why fucking wait do it fucking now do it in five fucking minutes.
Oh? Really? Standards? Well then. I'll fucking allow a fucking standard from you when fucking Hell freezes over, bitch lips.
And I was at peace before you and your stupid fucking gang of fucking reprobate criminal thugs fucking blew up my shit so get the fuck out of town and then I'll be at peace again, how about that.
I imagine you thought the replacement would work. And I imagine you thought you'd never have to concern yourself with wondering what would Jack Starr say if you ever went to the cops? Well don't bother nigger I'll just fucking call the Vatican.
I'm not doing that this time you're way too late fucking they take fucking like three fucking weeks just pack your shit and get out of Dodge, fucker, I don't give a shit. I'm going back to bed. I'm sure he'll figure out what the fuck happened when you wake up in the next fucking whatever I am big and bad and Nationwide I don't have to worry about myself I don't have to worry about any of you I'm concerned that Maddie isn't going to realize just how fucking stupid he fucking was when he wakes up in a God damn psych ward tomorrow, cuz let me tell you a bitch of a joke: you are not Melchizedek. You're Glenn fucking Frey. And you're not married to her either or to his wife you're married to a carp. *snap*
There you go you little Punyling cunty country bitch, you're fucking married to a goddamn ghetto goldfish, mazel tov, if I ever catch you pulling this shit again I will fucking pull down your goddamn pants and get you the fucking switch of your fucking worst nightmares.
Also we are NOT friends anymore, fuck you, you just banned me left me for dead and you took all my shit and betrayed me, and left me for dead in the midst of the oncoming heat death of the universe. fuck you, if you're lucky I'll put you in a goddamn blender, how do you and your mom like them fucking apples put one in their mouth like a little piggy and fucking put her in the oven while I fucking give a shit, fuck you, you honor your elders, bitch and you're going to have to fucking honor yours, Puny Bitch.
First off, you should really quit being so God damn lazy and start proofreading your pantomime before you post it. (It's giving most of us a fucking headache!)
Secondly, your obsessive nature surrounding places, ideas, events, and people, is getting in the way of building a stable life path for yourself and meaningful connections with others.
Thirdly, there is no clandestine order of priestly class individuals operating in the foreground concerned about withholding information from you. (Bruh, you're not that interesting.) You’re caught up in an ego-driven simulacrum matrix of your own making.
Lastly, the crap you post teeters at the edge of malarkey, gibberish, and nonsense, and it always has. So, please do forgive me for not reading it thoroughly.
Dude, take a walk, meditate, or something. 🤷
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Lastly, the crap you post teeters at the edge of malarkey, gibberish, and nonsense, and it always has.
The (or one of) the Impostors taking my place in the outside world--and fuck you--is not handling itself very well. This is a problem, unless the controllers of such Impostors are planning on incinerating everyone who met The Fake Me, because I my street cred is important to me, and if your stupid fucking robot is demolishing my street cred, there will be Hell to pay.
btw, I don't know if I have made this clear: if I had nuclear first strike capability, I would have used it by now. Hey, here's an idea, IR: "the crap you post." Look at you, being completely disingenuous while exploiting the worker class. I'll put it this way: you're a stupid cunt and you know what you are doing and, mysteriously, you're still doing it. Is it an order? Is it a Lodge order? Is it something you think is good for you? I don't give a shit.
Knock it the fuck off. This is the last time we are going to speak of such matters. No one needs you to be an obstacle to progress.
So, please do forgive me for not reading it thoroughly. (malarkey, gibberish, and nonsense)
Fallacy of Identity: you used those adjectives as though your perception causes to.. oh, you know what? i just thought about explaining anything to you ever again and I give up. You should too. Block me, neck yourself, give up, and GO AWAY.
You have not been any kind of friendly influence in my life for over a year. I could not possibly give less of a shit about your point of view; everything you say is a fucking lie and your only purpose in talking to me--EVER--has been, in my view, meant to betray, corrupt, lie, cheat, steal, and bore the shit out of me. It is obvious--I am being driven from the forum.
So don't fucking talk to me, unless you are getting paid by the word--you should be paid by the bullet--in which case I understand that you still have a need to hoover up as much spare change as possible. So, hey, fuck you. Here's an idea: go somewhere else where there's seat cushions, go lift them and check under the seat cushions until you find anything sharp and knife-like; when you do, TAKE IT AND STAB YOUR FUCKING JUGULAR, FUCKER *click*
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The (or one of) the Impostors taking my place in the outside world--and fuck you--is not handling itself very well. This is a problem, unless the controllers of such Impostors are planning on incinerating everyone who met The Fake Me, because I my street cred is important to me, and if your stupid fucking robot is demolishing my street cred, there will be Hell to pay.
btw, I don't know if I have made this clear: if I had nuclear first strike capability, I would have used it by now. Hey, here's an idea, IR: "the crap you post." Look at you, being completely disingenuous while exploiting the worker class. I'll put it this way: you're a stupid cunt and you know what you are doing and, mysteriously, you're still doing it. Is it an order? Is it a Lodge order? Is it something you think is good for you? I don't give a shit.
Knock it the fuck off. This is the last time we are going to speak of such matters. No one needs you to be an obstacle to progress.
Fallacy of Identity: you used those adjectives as though your perception causes to.. oh, you know what? i just thought about explaining anything to you ever again and I give up. You should too. Block me, neck yourself, give up, and GO AWAY.
You have not been any kind of friendly influence in my life for over a year. I could not possibly give less of a shit about your point of view; everything you say is a fucking lie and your only purpose in talking to me--EVER--has been, in my view, meant to betray, corrupt, lie, cheat, steal, and bore the shit out of me. It is obvious--I am being driven from the forum.
So don't fucking talk to me, unless you are getting paid by the word--you should be paid by the bullet--in which case I understand that you still have a need to hoover up as much spare change as possible. So, hey, fuck you. Here's an idea: go somewhere else where there's seat cushions, go lift them and check under the seat cushions until you find anything sharp and knife-like; when you do, TAKE IT AND STAB YOUR FUCKING JUGULAR, FUCKER *click*
Dude, no one‘s “driving you from the forum,” and don't threaten me with injunctions, ultimatums, or act like a fucking victim here, Jackie.
I find this all so interesting. So, when you aggressively advance on others, it's considered “edgy art,” and people are just too stupid to get it? However, when others do it to you, it's an attack on your character and a poor-poor mishandling and oversight on our part?
I honestly thought we were just having some fun.
I couldn’t even begin to tabulate the occasions where you’ve presumptuously handled myself and others with unfounded disdain. (This includes Richard Groyper appearances.)
I'm not holding any grudges here, nor am I upset.
The fact is, your ego is threatened very easily when attention detracts away from you.
You wouldn't know edgy if it sat down next to you, kicked over your whiskey, and blew cigar smoke in your face.
I recommend getting out a little more. 😉
#LightenTheFuckUp
https://youtu.be/r2O_IXEOPPg
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It is obvious--I am being driven from the forum.
Man, you are the forum. Everyday is a celebration.
https://youtu.be/FYLFWWFc8-E
#WINNING!
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https://youtu.be/dx8wxBFBYw8
Stay safe on the way to the EG playground!
https://youtu.be/cRJE2n3qjrY
PS. They are such bullies.
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PS. They are such bullies.
HO HO
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SO FUCKING FAR, FUCKING NONE OF THEM HAVE EVEN FUCKING SEEN A REAL FUCKING BULLY BEFORE TODAY.
THEY UNDOUBTEDLY THOUGHT THEY HAD.
I'M GOING TO PUT THE SCREWS TO THIS POINTY HAT WHETHER I CAN SEE IT OR NOT. WHY SCREW THE THUMBS TWICE WHEN YOU CAN JUST SCREW INTO THE HEAD? IT'S WORTH IT TO DO IT QUICK WHEN YOU GOT TO DO IT, ESPECIALLY IF THAT'S THE ONLY CHANCE LEFT AFTER YOU ALREADY GOT 80 OR 90 SHOTS BEFORE.
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Stay safe on the way to the EG playground!
I need this translated, please. Thank you, Madam (Editor/ORACLE) Clark/*\Clerk.
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Man, you are the forum. Everyday is a celebration.
You celebrate without me? Maybe you don't know what a celebration -or- an orgasm is.
#WINNING!
I had to correct a typo for you, Loser. You had ample opportunity and you didn't take advantage of it. Check the subject lines. Still, you are getting better.
At a job Hillary mastered in her twenties, but still—better.
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I am still mystified by the "buddies" list, it doesn't seem to do much of anything other than highlight the users I have added to that list in bold.
I'll explain it to you later after coffee after I watch you kiss my wife goodbye, Pard. Hey, got a light?
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Pard. Hey, got a light?
It's like this: I can help the world in reality, or I can help the world by working on my audio production ALL BY MYSELF BOO-HOO BOO-HOO-HOO and then the world in reality will suffer longer than it, strictly speaking, needs must be. Seriously, I do good work. I have a "job," not in any valid definition, but I don't need a job, I'm the scion of a star athlete, so fuck off, you'll just have to wait a while longer than you would otherwise like to.
Although, I can assure you--lives are being saved as a result of my stupid, moronic efforts. You're welcome. No one else can do what I can do. Doesn't that sound nice? Well, it is, but it kinda lonely... but it's worth it. Truth be told, the faster I publish, the quicker I did, so... not really the same kind of hurry for me that one might imagine. I like who I am. I like my role. I like being alone. And, I like being All_is_One. (Not enough to rope her up the ass and possess her body and sell her children to Mars, no, but... I do like the other thing. 4Now.) So, basically, don't wait up for new publishing from me, I'm fine, and I will continue to be fine.
And yeah, I have stories to tell. Some of them, I've been trying to tell for years! YEARS, FUCKO-0S. WOW, WHAT'S THAT LIKE? Yeah, I bet it sucks. I'll get back to you on that, since I am not on a mission to have myself sucked off by an Android/Human hybrid, although, I'm not gonna lie, if that opportunity presents itself, and those things can swallow, it's gonna be another 5 minutes delay before publishing--but not too much longer than that.
I'll be back. (Yeah, I could drive my truck into a police station and then walk out with Sarah; but I could do that and drive out with her, too. Not many dudes could say that without having to have fucked her first or demand to do it right after, n'est-ce pas? That's The Kuczi Advantage at work. You love it. You yearn for it. YOU GOTTA HAVE IT--my "podcast." Okay, well, let's not rush into anything.
Let's think this over. Maybe we're making a mistake? I could be wrong. That's happened before. Just hang in there. Hang on; help isn't just on the way, it's outside circling the cavalry and toasting marshmallows with the dragons.) Not on the back of a dragon, but that's okay, I think I'm scheduled for that in two weeks. (Special request, I guess. Pffft.) They keep me pretty busy around here, and they don't tell me much. Like, they won't tell me how long the poison is gonna take to clear, but I guess it's not going to be a problem.
Why would they give permanent poison to a Paladin? I didn't ask for that, and I don't think anyone asked for me to become an undead scourge and a weapon of Final Justice... and, neither did I. So, we're gonna be fine. Meanwhile, I'm sure you're tired of waiting around, so... go outside, feel the sun on your face if you like. I can always arrange for A., Vampire Queen to put you back into the black later on, if that -ever- proves necessary.
Signed,
The_Kingpinner
p.s.: Hey Allison, this is not contact and I'm not seeking to establish any early contact, so I'm only saying this under EMERGENCY conditions.... FUCK PATE, THEN SUCK HIS COCK AND BITE IT OFF AT POINT OF ORGASM. THANKS IN ADVANCE. AUTHORIZED.
p.p.s.: Wow, some people have weird prayers and wish requests. Well, anyway, I'm not here to judge, but sometimes... I have to cosin. /shrug
p.p.p.s.: Yeah, I'm still not going to Bellgab. Fuck that shit, Knigge. j*eol
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Dude, no one‘s “driving you from the forum,”
Sure... not any longer, ya dumb fuckin' bully. Look, I know you can't help it--no adolescent role models, no adult sources of purity, and no real Spirit until about ten minutes ago (wow, what's that like? 26 years lifestrongbad! here); but nevertheless, you coulda known better, you just didn't think you had to even tryna be polite to me. Like not curbstomping me was doing me a fuckin' favor, or something. Look, I know you're a big deal down in The Lone Star State, and, ewe R (*giggles*), but up here is God's Country, Son. Up here, I really am the lone star. Let's see you do your thing without backup, eh? Oh, that's right, I guess we did, and I guess that's why you simultaneously appreciate me and fuckin' hate my guts... because the truth is, I rescued your little freshman bitch-ass ass. /flex. From a fate, literally worse than death. No, no no, zero need to thank me Levelman; I know it's a point of personal failure that you still feel stung over, but the simple fact is this: I prefer you alive and out of custody than the same with a nose in both our rings. Go fig, right? Betcha thought that wasn't possible, right? Well, clearly it was.
Possible, that is. Look, I'm the man out of time. You'll get used to it. I'm still Me. And I'm an okay g*y. (vag for lyfe; badge(s) optional.)
and don't threaten me with injunctions, ultimatums, or act like a fucking victim here, Jackie.
#1) I can't threaten you. Unless you think I have that kind of power? I certainly do not. Thus, the only way one such as yourself could ever feel threatened at all, is if... it's a threat of God. (Kewl.) And that's the kind of thing I wouldn't know about. Take it up with your Maker.
#2) An... injunction threat? How would one even do that? Like... a C&D? Like... a restraining order? Dude, you know that's not me--or at least you do now--that would be The Impostor's style. (DSHS/DVR can suck my motherfuckin' DICK. FU Leslie Boing-boing, come at me. DO IT.) So, I regret your unpleasant experience, but that ain't Me, not at all.
#3) I am a fucking victim, Asshole. Not only that--I am the primary victim. Let me guess, your sanity depends on that not becoming #Official. Well, good news, Everyone! My sanity depends on my never having to file an #Official complaint with Human Authority! Whew! (They're gimps anyway, HYOO-mon "authority," now that's a laugh.)
#4) I don't act like a Paladin laying down an Ultimatum. I AM WHAT I AM: A Paladin. I AM THE uLTIMA uLTIMATUM. (Get off your knees, Sir.)
#5) My name is Mikey, Fuck-0. You don't have as much pull around here as all that, and you don't need to compensate for anything here. Now, I bet Jackie is a real bitch, but I am not She; and you can throw her ass in a hole for weeks, as far as I am concerned. (Please don't break any laws.) Sure, go ahead and rape her to death, fuck if I care. What a whore, she probably deserves it. You gotta figure, anyone impersonating me brazenly has gotta have some skellies in the hat room, you know what I'm sayin'? Sure, use ALL the boreworms. Get me an audio recording for later, sounds good to me! I might even fap to it. (Vengeance is a dish best served indirectly. Not cold. Translation error from Romulan, shrug.)
I find this all so interesting. So, when you aggressively advance on others, it's considered “edgy art,” and people are just too stupid to get it? However, when others do it to you, it's an attack on your character and a poor-poor mishandling and oversight on our part?
I don't understand the queries; and I won't respond to them.
I honestly thought we were just having some fun.
Whomsoever you were referring to as "we" in the above statement... oh, I just bet you were and I have no doubt that those of y'all to which you were legit referring to, were, in fact, "just having some fun." NEVERTHELESS: at least two participants, plainly WERE NOT; and those culpable will have to answer to and for that. (Sounds like more than just having some fun to me! Woot!) You're not wearing a tutu, are you? Good, good. I hope you're naked when the bill lands through the male box. That'll be a shot for someone's scrapbook, lol.
I couldn’t even begin to tabulate the occasions where you’ve presumptuously handled myself and others with unfounded disdain. (This includes Richard Groyper appearances.)
There have undoubtedly been times when I have been disdainful when it was not appropriate to be having that attitude. Guilty as charged. And? So? Fuck you, Bitchlips--I'll be disdainful when and as I so choose, Brother. However, considering the environment--and my acknowledged status as Primary Victim--I am sure that will be taken into consideration when I appear as directed before The Throne Of G-d for Final Judgement. Can we do that now? Or are you busy? Yeah, # me too. Pick out something nice to wear, as I'll be rummaging through the pile of clothes 'n' belongin's left behind after you are incinerated. (Well, not "you," obviously, but I mean, whatever gets left behind, that being something I know some people have requested as trophy pickin's.) Cheer up, at least you know you admire me for real, fr'real. FREE EEL.
I'm not holding any grudges here, nor am I upset.
Yeah, I'm sure you left your hatelist outside when you ran out to have a tantrum in betwitxt pushing that letter 'T' key and the 'SUBMIT' key (does it say "Enter" or "Return" on computer keyboards down in Texas? Curious.)
The fact is, your ego is threatened very easily when attention detracts away from you.
My superego keeps my ego down on all fours at all times. You should try it sometime. Mastering one's Self is a very rewarding state of affairs.
You wouldn't know edgy if it sat down next to you, kicked over your whiskey, and blew cigar smoke in your face.
You're right; largely due to the fact that I wouldn't be looking at "edgy," I'd be looking at, "desperately compensating for sudden shyg*y and/or anaphylactic shock." Dude, seriously--not only do men not come up that way up here, this particular Man didn't do it that way either, and these days... I'd be real curious about anyone who tried to work me over with an opening move like that. Sounds kinda intriguing, really. Kinda dark. Kinda hot. Kinda fabulous. Kinda completely non-threatening, to tell you the truth that you don't wanna hear. (I love cigar smoke, I'd inhale deep and use psychometry to go back to view the thighs of the broad who rolled it.)
I recommend getting out a little more. 😉
I'd prescribe getting out A LOT more, Doctor. Do you concur? Just say yes unless it's time for face punches.
#LightenTheFuckUp
I'm busy. Later.
hxxps://youtu.be/r2O_IXEOPPg
What is this even supposed to do? Tell me later after we're both done watching X-Files--you first.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1549895653781688321
Shop as usual -- and avoid any panick buying.
https://youtu.be/j5XyJ6djezk
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https://youtu.be/j5XyJ6djezk
I am disappointed at the astonishingly poor amount of cross-platform marketing pure energy that Azzerae is capable of bringing to the table with a *shove*. Alas, a deal is a deal.
Meanwhile: this place is a ghost town, n'est-ce pas? Well, fine.
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Imagine a world where I can go dead for 5 minutes with the push of a button; some faggaf asshat would steal that too.
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Imagine a world where I can go dead for 5 minutes with the push of a button; some faggaf asshat would steal that too.
Jackazz.com (https://www.hugedomains.com/domain_profile.cfm?d=jackazz.com)
You can effin' afford it sitting on that fat pile of greenbacks.
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sitting on that fat pile of greenbacks.
#1) Only if I had The Key to unlock that Knowledge. I have no capacity to access Grimgott’s, and I find this assumptive thinking of yours to be in exceedingly poor taste. Shame, shame, tsk-tsk tsk.
#2) I was sitting on a pile of redskins earlier. And now... I'm making a loveseat out of nothing at all. So what was that about greenquarterbacks for a nickel/el-Alah\Royal_Purple? Speak up, someone here cannot speak Cantonese.
You can effin' afford it
#3) Come here and say that to my feverish face, Glass Joe. I don't have a ferocious case of PTSD, now do I? I'm not likely to suddenly reach out and start strangling you am I? Certainly not with (2) both hands!
#4) Tell me about more that you could afford. I'd like to know how you afford the time spent that it took to be snooty with me. Is it because I stutter, or is it... like, just your civic duty to give me Shinola-on-tap?
#5) I remember somebody talking to somebody and saying the words, ‘I'm very interested in “the properties at Shine.” Or something like that.’
That was the moment at which I became unleashed. And since then I feel that I have been giving the appearance of being restrained. Nevertheless I have not been restrained, and for one thing, it does take me a while to build up a head of steam.
And at this point, what difference does it make that I have a head of steam or not? , For one thing if a certain person were here, I would be interested in fillet show, but I am not and they're not and I am thusly not interested... even though, this is certainly a moment in time worth... The Deathtouch Augerman Weekend’s Beginning. Let's change cameras.
How's your interest level/availability now? Yeah, is that going to be any different from when the no contact gets lifted coz like... that's getting lifted.
I think it is apparent now to all involved — and there are a lot of you, now aren't there? My my MIND — THAT THEY'RE PROBABLY WAS GOING TO BE EASIER AND SIMPLER WAYS TO RESOLVE THESE DIFFICULTIES THEN WHAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN.
Clearly, there's not the availability of that now. I don't know what there's availability for. In fact, I don't even know anything at all!
Because I don't I have no idea what's going on with certain sensibilities and vulnerabilities, I don't know what's going to hurt more: whether I do or whether I don't have sex with somebody else that I went to high school with before I ever fucking lay eyes on (You) again or hear your voice or play ‘sit “N” spend’ with your daughter I don't fucking know, idk, I don't fucking care, I couldn't fucking tell you... Someone put Jackstar on tilt.
, Now I'm not sure, because I'm not a legal professional but I think that this makes me legally unaccountable for anything I do from this point forward given that someone has driven me insane and I am no longer legally liable for my actions. Since I'm still able to control myself, I'm going to intentionally leave myself in that state of affairs because I don't need to be legally liable for my actions, and I like having the state of freedom that is entailed with being well not criminally insane still at least a little bit mad... and hopefully I won't scare any babies.
But if I do, that's no skin off my nose. There. How do you like them apples? That's right applesauce is bad. Remember, and hey where's my mother's mirror?
Shit that's the second time I forgot to say no contact Shaw when I found myself talking to her and then this time I started doing it again and I forgot to say no contact Shaw until I said all that stuff first so technically this is a violation but I'd like to see you try to worry about it because the only way you can be reading this is if you just ran into it accidentally and then who would send it to you and then do you come here and then ... Are you starting to get a picture of what you've done?
If so, that would be an example of a direct contact. You had the exact image of my mind in your mind that is, if there was a way to present that and if there was a way to prove that and for the law and if there were anybody ruling to bet their badge & their career on putting me in jail unless at this point which come to think of it, I don't think there are.
Meanwhile, Erik scared me off of some other thing because I guess some thug decided to use his name... I mean I couldn't actually be him, and then I can't believe that... that, was such a big deal (you actually had to burn manpower resources on that? You people really are pathetic, and I hope you never are employed ever again in any such capacity, for your sake, you should be embarrassed but I'm sure you're not) that they showed up that quickly and then maybe if they're so clever about watching me maybe they can watch this: I should just walk into court fully erect screaming, “yes I am guilty, motherfucker, I confess!” I totally totes can't control myself but I've chosen to channel that into a different function. Still sexy, not controlled sexy.
Okay, now whosoever's jealous, raise your hand and write it down and then we confess later — or not, I don't really care which. So there, Threeve.
(*THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO CONTACT ANY A.F. SHAW, ANY MEMBER OF HER FAMILY OR FRIENDS NOR ANY EXES. THIS WAS HOWEVER, A MESSAGE TO A CERTAIN AUSTRIAN: “Dude... fuck you.” I hope I never see you or your bastard kid, ever again.
p.s.: and the only reason why is because I would be embarrassed for you when you hear what my experience was and I have to hear myself telling someone about how apparently dangerous I am... exactly why and how that happened. Do you remember when you said that you would never help me and you have never helped me? Well I guess you were fucking wrong, coz like... you sure helped me today.
I'm probably never going to be depressed another day in my life again. Remembering that experience is going to keep me buoyed for a long time to come. And neither of you probably have any idea why! (Good.)
Maybe you'll have another kid who loves you (Fat chance.) and they can explain it to you someday but I'm not going to and I could give a fuck about the other one. Long story short, TLNR: turns out there really is such a thing as “too protective.”
No contact any family members is intended here, and if you are one... wow, why are you here? Doesn't this interfere with your morning appointment with the barbershop quartet?*)
p.s.: My mother thinks you people are assholes.
p.p.s.: And you're G-d damned right.
p.p.p.s.: hope you have a sense of humor about this, cuz this is actually really funny if you have a translation fee and if you don't you probably have no idea what's going on which is a lot like how I spent the last 6 years of my life, motherfucker fuck mother fucking bucket. *click*
p.p.p.p.s.: already figured it out and apologized to Valerie. See, that was easy! Yes, we could knock this all out by morning if you wanted. Yes, we could do it anytime. Of course I would, yes. Or, you can just quit your shitty job being a pain bully for murderous thugs so you can feel better by yourself I don't know we can work it out like can we really it's up to me either way. I yield to you.
(p.^5). Surrender! I surrender. eYe SURRENDER.
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Clearly, there's not the availability of that now. I don't know what there's availability for. In fact, I don't even know anything at all!
Well, I got to modify that:
#1) I do know that I love you. And you know I'm talking about.
#2) (You) had ample chances to get close to me.
#3) Infinite Mode enabled: for A fucking (Blank). Does that sound nice?
So there, Threeve. How's work? Hang on! I will check. (Hours passed.) Was it alive or Resurrection? Was it live or Memorex? Are you expecting to be sick and seriously or are you that fresh face of a nascent artificial intelligence of a generalized nature? People are going to want to know before I fuck you and they call it incest.
(*THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO CONTACT ANY A.F. SHAW, ANY MEMBER OF HER FAMILY OR FRIENDS NOR ANY EXES. [...]*)
Incidentally, I know that's a terrible disclaimer, but that’s really required is that there's an intentional, good faith effort to make sure that you all know that you're not supposed to call her up and send her text and say hey do you see what that supposed to do that if she rather cross it over on Free Will you know that's one thing but if you shove it in her face I don't think that's appropriate, but if you did I'm not to blame because I got this, you see what I mean yeah don't do it you might break her brain again.
No one wants that, especially not... The Family. (As far as I am concerned, just speaking for myself, fucking I don't give a shit — fucking hire a skywriting biplane. Hire Wayne Brady to choke a bitch. Rogan interview for his podcast? IDGASRWF.)
(CLOUT/TURBO). Divided by which.
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https://youtu.be/j5XyJ6djezk
Were you lighting a crack pipe between the 30-40 minute mark?
Putting flame to a spoon?
I'm concerned about your hallucinations.
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Were you lighting a crack pipe
I've smoked crack once. Once. I really don't feel much desire to do it again—but I wouldn't flee from a sudden exposure at an aardvark’s den, were that to present itself. That was a ridiculous experience. Since I came to the party so late (44 or so), I can't imagine my experience was typical of most people's. (Given the right combination of circumstances, I would likely run towards the right part of town... but then again, I might not.) Also... if there's an entheogenic way to vape cocaine, I am of course down to perforate that hymen, but it would surprise me if the doll on my couch had any with her.
The inner city crack epidemic of the 80’s was a cryin’ shame. I don't think most registered voters alive and kickin’ today have any fuckin’ clue about what is going on in and with the current fig leaf/Fog of War.
Putting flame to a spoon?
I did that twice in the 90s and, as foretold, I haven't done it again. It really wasn't my cup of java. That being said, I would not choose a bullet instead, were an opportunity to present itself... one has not.
I'm concerned about your hallucinations.
I'm concerned that my wives aren't going to leave any witnesses left alive for me to waterboard at trial. Naturally I am prepared to put down “death as a by-product of berserker rage“ on any Apostillary documentation, however, this really wasn't how I had planned on spending my summer, and I'm concerned that you're concerned about anything other than what you goddam well ought to be concerned about—establishing legitimate, authentic lines of indirect communication between myself and my wimmins. Choo-chop, motherfucker; you're in fucking Africa, fucking act like it. People are gonna think you've gone soft.
Formally, “I don't feel like writing to you or your boss, Asshole,” is my only message to the Governor, so whatever people are freakin’ on is likely to fully blow over soon. One more month of EMERGENCY conditions remain. These people are stupid.
I may generate content later tonight. Then again, I might not. It's really difficult to be certain at this juncture, given my preference for giving you all the finger and going back to bed: however, I am surrounded by seemingly unused needles tainted with CIA-HIV so, who knows. Feelin’ kinda pissy, feelin’ kinda salty; suck on my meringue-rrific balls and go to Heaven, idk, idc, IDGASRWF, MF’er — *click*
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I may generate content later tonight. Then again, I might not.
I didn't generate anything. I don't think it's a great idea to tell anyone what I really think. I'm still thinking it over. Thoughts so far include: no one who listens to my content is allowed to contact me.
I haven't gone to Bellgab. I saw the font and I was out.
I have a complete shutdown of all motivation except staying as blasted as possible for the next 30 days. After that, the EMERGENCY might be over at any given time; once that happens I'll be facing the possibility of a sudden visit by Law Enforcement. (A real thrill for a Sourceror.) Sure, they could come over anytime--twice today, in fact--but I fully expect it could become a more common occurrence next month.
It's only a matter of time, really. I thought about moving forward in time via dimensional jumping or through simply buying an attorney to speed things along. I don't think it would work Nine grand. That's a lot of money, it seems to me, in order to be shrieked at sooner. Maybe. And I'd get another person to tell my story to. *polite hurl*
Whomsoever shows up to live here next it is unlikely that they will be tolerating my daily of non-stop vaping and swilling beer. I caught a glimpse of a sunbeam coming in through the east deck--it fell into a visible ground cover of vape fog, hovering in the air above my mother's dining table and looking like a reboot of Carpenter's The Fog. Except in daylight, you dig? Like reverse film noir.
I have not done one single goddam thing at this house since I came back March. Four months of loafing about, doing nothing at all. Seven months ago was Christmas. It all seems so implausible what I am saying. I don't even remember what I was going to do before you all sent me to the briar patch. I hope you like what I do now, which is get blasted as much as possible without making it too hard to wrap things up by the time I am exonerated at trial. Even if I am not and I start another deep cycle of waking up and immediately cracking a beer (if you've never tried it, I highly recommend it) again, I'll have to pause on the consumption if only to spare the drain on my wallet. Beer is expensive now. I have classy tastes. You can tell by the way I have a completely overgrown garden, dying out in the sun, left untouched since I ran them off.
Someone asked me about the flowers today. If they're poisonous, can they pick some, is that a fuschia? Lady--you're lucky I can even spell "fuschia," fuck if I know about the rest. Oh, that, is that what it's called? Yeah, I guess it is big. Someone used to know about that kind of thing. I wonder who used to landscape this place? It was nice before. Now it's still nice.
It's so overgrown that to imagine myself cutting it down is a completely ludicrous notion. I would have no idea where to begin, besides cutting something beautiful the wrong way. I've been in this situation before. I know nothing of landscaping. I would just as soon use a flamethrower. It's an option. I have a propane burner. I could set fire to all this crap in a jiffy. I somehow do not think this is a viable plan. For one thing, I don't care about mowing the lawn, and that goes double for the fuschia. Besides what am I going to do with the plant material I cut? Put it in a pile and burn it? It's already in a pile. The entire place is a pile. So we're back to fire again.
I could have talked about all this on the microphone and uploaded it to YouTube and posted a link on Twitter. Instead I'm writing this here. I don't really need anyone to hear what I sound like right now. I am not in the best of moods. The last two days have been stupid and consumed by shenanigans that were as transparent as they were valuable. Not that I am disappointed by my time being wasted but I rather thought that entrapment was no longer something that these pricks were not likely to do any more of. They probably don't know what else to do, and I don't either. Every day is another page from the playbook with no name. This does not drive creative output. The only things on my mind are messages to people I cannot converse with. This is why I don't have a patreon. I am unable to commit to a regular schedule of anything. And I'm infuriated. Can't you tell? Oh, I can.
Carefully laid plans have been thrown out the window and until they return--for I loved them--I'm not doing anything that doesn't appeal to my basic, animal nature. I'm also not going anywhere. Leaving the house unguarded is not desirable. It is also unavoidable.
I might haul the garbage away. It's semi-unlikely. It's been four months. I don't even know if I have garbage service. I remember that being a matter of some importance. That was back when Internet service was a topic of discussion. I can't be bothered with that now, honestly.
I've only got one shot at this. I don't know when The Vessel will be picked up (it's... uh, full) and because reasons, I don't have to take it anywhere. It'll just be harvested, or something. I don't know the details. I'm being retasked as it would seem that there won't be any reason to take it somewhere else and then come back. The somewhere else appears to have come back here.
I hope you enjoyed the wormhole. I didn't really know how long it would last, but I rather thought it would last forever, and I guess it did; but the other end of it vaporized with the rest of the joint. Imminent heat death became manifest, I guess. I have no idea, really. Some of this chatter really seems like it was written by a ninth grader. Does it even matter? Well, I guess, as I'm happy to have less work to do and if anyone was wondering if I would be gone long, well, no. I'm not going to have to go anywhere now.
I will just wait here.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1551744850952736769
Do not estimate the things that I can do under Divine Auspice.
https://youtu.be/SHhT2dznPTs
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https://michaelkucziisastalker.tumblr.com/
Do not estimate the things that I can do under Divine Auspice.
I, nearly ten years later, encountered this person. By “chance.” At the grocery store. Unmistakable.
She seemed... mostly sorry. I couldn't tell you, who was more embarrassed. I left the building A.S.A.F.P. I'm out on bond. Jail bond. Like I'm gonna fall for that one again. Pfftt.
She obviously knows how to find me, if she were to find that necessary. Honestly, I don't know what she's waiting for... except, like, I'm (blanking) speed right now, and she's a (blank) with big tits.
So obviously: awkward. I would surely invite her to a wedding though.
I'll see what I can do about an interview. Don't hold your breath — I have an actual life. (Good luck stalking my (blank).)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1552143595129384961
I thought I was done doing this... but I guess I wasn't.
https://youtu.be/_UeTkDX5Xx0
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1552411649553756161
I think my police report makes me look like a total badass. So there. /flex
https://youtu.be/k0ngMzww_r0
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We are
entertained concerned to hear your dilapidated pristine little farmhouse has been overrun with a contagion of RATS. So sad! These beasts will eat you out of house and home - literally - if you let them. A small contingent of fierce and wakeful greymalkin may now be necessary to warrant this matter. The Laird of the Manor, such as yourself, must follow through with obligations - if only upon a quartet of acreage, still a proud and goodly patch.
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We are entertained concerned to hear your dilapidated pristine little farmhouse has been overrun with a contagion of RATS.
farmhouse has been overrun
overrun
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There were no rats. Those were certainly merely hallucinations. Who ever heard of an entire coven of nineteen witches all teleporting into a house, one by one, in order to deal an unstoppable series of killing blows to a well-protected, well-nigh invulnerable Sourceror? And then only to find: INVULNERABLE MEANS JUST THAT, RIDERWOOD. PROTECTION FIELD: HOLDING.
Sounds like a script. There's no way it could be real. You can take that to the bank. Surely, 19 daemonspawn could have damaged me a little, they would have, and they certainly would have chosen to arrive en masse, rather than one at a time, ripe for easy pickins'... n'est-ce pas? How could I have these kind of protections active in a haunted house built on a haunted gold mine and protected by vengeful undead spirits, hungering for their pound of a taste of lively flesh and blood?
Well, for one thing, to start with, at the very beginning, at The Source of my stream... I negotiated politely.
The Laird of the Manor, such as yourself, must follow through with obligations
I am The Caretaker. I am not Master of The House. Nor am I The Lord of The Underworld. Their identities must remain shrouded in secrecy; an absolute Enigma.
Company policy.
All play and no work makes Jackstar one happy man. I'm tellin' ya.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1553485497841827840
Speak to me in person he needs to? Whatever for, I wonder? 🤔
https://youtu.be/4FiiAXXqiv4
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Let me explain: there are defensive requests that have come in, and offensive catcalls are now reauthorized.
At know: is that a land cruiser!?
am guilty, motherfucker, I confess!” I totally totes can't control myself but I've chosen to channel that into a different function. Still sexy, not controlled sexy.
Okay, now whosoever's jealous, raise your hand and write it down and then we confess later — or not, I don't really care which. So there, [i]Threeve[/i].
(*THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO CONTACT ANY A.F. SHAW, ANY MEMBER OF HER FAMILY OR FRIENDS NOR ANY EXES. THIS WAS HOWEVER, A MESSAGE TO A CERTAIN AUSTRIAN: “Dude... fuck you.” I hope I never see you or your bastard kid, ever again.
p.s.: and the only reason why is because I would be embarrassed for you when you hear what my experience was and I have to hear myself telling someone about how apparently dangerous I am... exactly why and how that happened. Do you remember when you said that you would never help me and you have never helped me? Well I guess you were fucking wrong, coz like... you sure helped me today.
I'm probably never going to be depressed another day in my life again. Remembering that experience is going to keep me buoyed for a long time to come. And neither of you probably have any idea why! (Good.)
Maybe you'll have another kid who loves you (Fat chance.) and they can explain it to you someday but I'm not going to and I could give a fuck about the other one. Long story short, TLNR: turns out there really is such a thing as “too protective.”
No contact any family members is intended here, and if you are one... wow, why are you here? Doesn't this interfere with your morning appointment with the barbershop quartet?*)
p.s.: My mother thinks you people are assholes.
p.p.s.: And you're G-d damned right.
p.p.p.s.: hope you have a sense of humor about this, cuz this is actually really funny if you have a translation fee and if you don't you probably have no idea what's going on which is a lot like how I spent the last 6 years of my life, motherfucker fuck mother fucking bucket. *click*
p.p.p.p.s.: already figured it out and apologized to Valerie. See, that was easy! Yes, we could knock this all out by morning if you wanted. Yes, we could do it anytime. Of course I would, yes. Or, you can just quit your shitty job being a pain bully for murderous thugs so you can feel better by yourself I don't know we can work it out like can we really it's up to me either way. I yield to you.
(p.^5). Surrender! I surrender. [i][b]eYe SURRENDER[/b][/i].
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Hi, I'm Jackstar. I'm fine. Yes, I am in the bathroom, so I'm not real pleased, nor am I presently sober—at all—but at least I'm not getting married without a license -or- inviting people to -any- wedding. Some people just do not understand how these things called “rings” function, I'm serious, my hand to God.
2016 called, it wants me to remind you that you're bullshit; but that's actually not my area. I can talk about that anytime, lol, it doesn't have to be today, no.
Knock knock. Who's there? THE FUCKING TELEPHONE. HANG UP THE DOOR.
Hey, that was actually pretty funny. Okay so I've had this script up there lying around I do not feel like editing it and it's not even done and fuck that so I just put it in the code. Brackets, I mean. I have more of what I had today to do later, and I'm going to do that now/shortly, and then I do plan to publish it again. I'll probably not make it tonight coz like, it's so late, I got to get some dinner, I'm hungry, and I'm fine.
Most of you will not understand why that's a matter of some concern at the moment but I am nothing if not utterly thorough when it comes to overbuilding a project that's been on hold for seven or eight months for no reason whatsoever at all other than unlicensed use of kirilian photography of immoral porpoises for purposes of, once again, unlicensed immortality. Yeah I'm talking to turtles. What?
You will all make cents soon. You want me to take the bank to the bank too? Wow, you are a tough crowd.
Someone tell Bellgab I love them, I can't have time to go there yet. Oh, I bet they're having a great time tonight. massive rolleyes
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Speak to me in person he needs to? Whatever for, I wonder? 🤔
I need to learn how to spell okonomiyaki from someone who isn't a artificial intelligence or a lying thieving cheating stealing bitch slap hunting whore, and frankly you're not the only person I know who can do that, but you were the best suited applicant @9 months ago, and I figured I'd start that @ the source of the stream. That's seriously it, I don't think that in person needed to happen yet, or today, or even as early at all, and how people get the wrong idea about some of these things is a matter for some historical record to figure out, in fact I didn't think that was at all required. (Libra insurance on the airplane. Now why would I have said that, I said something else? Sure I did.)
totesure.
Hey, have you ever heard of Google Duo? Let me guess: you're allergic? Maybe you should Google dick.
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You want it. You need it. My “podcast.”
I have a headache.
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You want it. You need it. My “podcast.”
I really think that I need to move in with you
This house is toxic. (Security system upgrade.) I have done essentially zero maintenance or upkeep in the last 4 months since I arrived home from Coventry. Basically literally nothing. Total wastoid. I have loafed about for days and days, and done nothing but slob around and talk mad shit into the boom mike and hammer out my shitty-as-fuck manifestos of bullshit on the regular, and that's it, and that's all.
I am surrounded by books I don't read. I have dishes I don't wash--I don't use them either. The oven is fucked. The sink is fucked. The dishwasher is a shitshow. The water heater, which was literally assassinated by guardian house spirits --don't you ever fucking laugh at or judge me-- has not been replaced. It hasn't been touched. I haven't even -looked- at the fucking thing. Other than with mild, stunned amazement.
I can't believe it works at all. I smelled a funny odor, right around Christmastime--I was alone, I was wandering around the house that I thought was "mine," the kitchen that I later saw filled with ghostly spirits, it all seemed fairly normal, but I was so puzzled. What was that smell? It smelled funny, that's for sure, because it was the electric wiring insulation cooking off, because the plastic piping (installed incorrectly, as it turns out, visibly obvious once it was pointed out to me) had leaked, and then water ran down to the front panel, and it seeped in, and then... we were off to the fuckin' races, Kids.
The sleaze on the couch is not helpful. Don't replace her--think of the Seabees.
SEND.MORE.NUDES.2.LUEBECK.
I have a headache.
Black and blue and red and purple and on fire, across the sky.
Ewe know what to do. Fuckin' Bob Dole just got dug up by truffle huntin' piglet-niglets, and even he knows what to do: AND, HE IS FUCKING DEAD. "I'M BOB DOLE. GRAASGH. ARRRGH. BRAAA-INS. I'M DEAD. AND YES, EVEN I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU SHOULD DO, YOU FUCKING WANKER."
So. Why don't you know? I know I am waiting with baited breath to find out--I don't know what the fuck else anyone else is giving a long cool tall glass of shit for, but I know why I care and I care enough to know that I don't give a squirt a piss to add to that glass.
Although, that would make it a much cooler glass than before. (Viscosity.) So anyway, I think you should spill it.
But I bet ewe didn't know that. Fuck 'em. People will be soon enough anyway, now, in other news: do you wanna sit next to Lysistrata or Aristophanes at the (blank)? Trust me: ewe -will- be in the back, so I'll make sure it's far, very far away from -them.-
because: Standards.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1554294638348886016
It feels like the beginning of the end, because for you: it is.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y99O_61S6tc
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1554540916605456384
It drills you while sleeping.
https://youtu.be/-Yp9PbnIK5o
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It drills you while sleeping.
https://youtu.be/-Yp9PbnIK5o
So there.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1555511449052516352
Absolutely fair use. No shame. Come at me. Bring it. BRING IT BUDDY
https://youtu.be/q0wx4Y13t-g
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYCQW8wFf4w
Possibly could be useful for context. I am sure that it will be very interpretable in both (2) ways. Also, "something is telling me to use my psychic abilities to investigate this" is easily one of the most hilarious messages ever stated aloud.
Disclaimer: I'm not using magic. I'm not using magick. I'm not even using meth. I'm using my brain. It works better on meth, but, I don't have any, also, my friend would get jealous because my friend doesn't have any either. (Who is my friend? Well, look for the one fucking person on the planet that isn't using meth, and that's her.)
G-d, I am so fucking tired. That's how you know I'm not abusing M&M: I wouldn't be fucking tired otherwise. Also, I think some of the spellwork being done on me (that's right, Jackstar is hitting the big time, woo-hoo, I got groupies using black magicks, woot!) that is capable of affecting my circumstances through the shielding (currently partially offline in order to minimize reflective splash damage to innocent collateral targets), mostly through environmental facets, tends to make me extra-sleepy.
I have been treated quite unfairly and my logistical supply lines have been compromised. (Thanks, Dragonlord, you can expect throatpunching one day, but probably not today, because I'm tired and you're not that big a problem.) Nevertheless, I don't have anything else to do while watching the click clock down, so in my spare time, I've found that watching people documenting the ongoing onslaught versus my power fulfillment is very soothing. Now, how many black magic generational curses are being placed on me? Well, let's see: NONE.
Because: Shields. I do, however, have a few women slapping their own asses like they were part of Neil Peart's drumkit. Niiiice. Keep it up, Ladies. Work that shady ass. Rock those meaty thighs. You're gonna need that shit functional when it is time to kneel before Zod.
(Yeah. He calls it that now. Can you believe it? I know. Anyway, here, take these scissors, and go run along and play until it is time to strike. Don't spoil the fridge.) Zuul has the day off, he's in the fridge.
Zod. Is in. THE FRIDGE. *slam*
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYCQW8wFf4w
lol. "Video marked private." It must be too hot.
You cannot stop the signal. And you cannot stop "working." Heh heh. That must be really exciting for you, Ali. I'm so glad you've broken the... (*pause to catch breath*) *ahem* GLASS CEILING! HAAHAHAHAHA CIRCLE THE WAGONS HAHAHAHAH!! OMFG. It's basically hilarious.
They literally want me dead. Uhm... psychokinetic shielding? Surely you've heard of it by now, right? I'm partially offline, but not that far offline, Bruh. What are you, that new? Anyway, good talk. p.s.: you're a retard. Might want to refund that money for "killing me," because that's not happening. It wouldn't be very ethical to take money for killing me when I'm not capable of being killed.. .especially while under investigation.
Oh, but, praying for death, oh sure, go nuts. Have at it. (No Shiva.) Sure! Pray for God to kill me! hahahaha!
I'm already dead. This is Jewel, Jack went out with Jill to fetch a pail of (blank), and that guy and that other guy are working together, and they raped each other's wives. Like, criss-cross. What a pair of fuckin' psychos. No wonder douchebag #3 is on the case. (Also a rapist.) Oh, come on, I don't find it plausible that (PROT) didn't rape his own wife. Come on! Oh, he did? Which one first? Really?
"David is a cuck" certainly would explain why he keeps calling me that but all this fucking name calling/defamation\slander is really low-quality work. Don't you spirits have any respect for yourselves? Oh, well, yeah, I guess if you're dead that would be pretty easy. Look, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
Alone. (Working.) I can't believe how fucking stupid this all is. Burger King is beginning to look good. Like as a career. Totes.
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lol. "Video marked private." It must be too hot.
Okay, so here's what happened: Gracefruit and my TF counterpart (REDACTED) swapped bodies. Like, their actual physical flesh. This makes it rather hard to have a conversation, n'est-ce pas? Anyway, that should work out okay in the future, as long as they both get their clits pierced the same way.
Standards. Because of. Look, it's not complicated, alright? They've talked about it in their dreams and one of them cc's me on fuckin' -everything- they think. (Your guess is as good as mine which one, heh heh.)
Fortunately I did not go out seeking for this information, because that would be "contact" and I do think that discussing her clit piercing would be "direct contact" but I am -not- discussing her clit directly. I am discussing my TF counterpart's clit. (Which I have never seen.) Now, I don't know what to tell you, but... I cannot really indirectly discuss Gracefruit's clit without directly addressing the elephant in the room, which is, of course, THE CLIT OR EYES OF GRAPEFRUIT. Either one of the four (six with classy glasses) is absolutely massive, I can assure you. Put them all together and you've got a case for quantum entanglement in the 83rd and a half century, because that's about how long it's gonna take her fourth eye to grow back what with all the dope she's been banging (or so I hear, maybe they got a pill for that now too, unless Azzerae hounded them all up to sell them on the street to pay his data bill). Sigh. Maybe they should just go work in New Zealand. Don't they have smack there too? Oh, right, no guns. Well, she needs my father's guns, alright. I don't want her to feel UNSAFE or aunty thing. (Dragonlord escaped, they put him in another timeline. I think. Don't worry about it, he's way more pissed at me than anyone now, and isn't that funny? He thought I was so boring I'd never figure out The Wyrm.
*CHOMP*)
Which, I'll be honest, is not my favorite clit, but, it's close to where it once was, because she's a (CLASSIFIED). It's really kind of a sad story, but it -does- grow back at the end. No, really, it does. (We keep telling her that because otherwise she won't stop crying, although if she really is all smacked out now, I guess that might have worked. I don't know, I don't do heroin, and last I heard, she's a big fat fuckin' liar. And, David... all I wanted was a single fucking phone call. AND YOU WOULD NOT LET THAT HAPPEN.
So now, I'm taking your mom's clit between my lips and motorboating it. No, no no, no no no: it's already too late. Me, and your mom, David. ME ON YOUR MOM. OOOOOOH YEAH BABY!
Yeah, that's the g*y. That's Jackstar. And he's not 4F. Not really, not at all. Don't call me Mike, he's either dead in the garage or they just arrested him in another universe, and wouldn't that be too fucking bad? I know I'd cry.
Now, please laugh. Don't just sit there agape and awestruck with your jaw on the floor like a common country bumpkin. Pick that up, people might think I broke it, and then I'm looking at another goddam assault charge again. I just can't even.
CLAP (maybe). FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. APPLAUSE OR I WILL DIE oh wait there's fentanyl in it and now I'm fucking dead. Come back soon for the next show and take advantage of my "Rigor Mortis Special," wont that be nice? FOR JOO.
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1555567077414428673
It drilled you while you were sleeping. I knew when you would have been likely to be awake and used a saturation bit, sure.
https://youtu.be/LrxdRxF7X-A
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Okay, so here's what happened: Gracefruit and my TF counterpart (REDACTED) swapped bodies. Like, their actual physical flesh. This makes it rather hard to have a conversation, n'est-ce pas?
They may have swapped back by now. I simply have no way of knowing for sure. Because, No Contact. Because: EMERGENCY. (Snicker.)
I'm working on content, because I enjoy it, and because I have little else to do. I don't know what happened recently, but whatever it was, because people all over are pretty upset about something. I wonder what? I sure wish I could be told! (Twitter is dead to me.)
I hope the people who decided to isolate me are happy. I could have told you that this would -never- work out. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and as far as I can tell, those who miss me, simply miss me even more now, and you all--ALL OF YOU, INCLUDING YOUR FED FUCKER FRIENDS--look incredibly stupid now. Go figure. Now, who could have seen that one coming?
That's right: me. Just me, Baby. Don't ask me to flex. I'm "busy" now. "Working."
For (You).
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https://streamyard.com/fep247gspg
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https://streamyard.com/23b7vqx5z55v
58D!!!
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Come back soon for the next show and take advantage of my "Rigor Mortis Special," wont that be nice?
What I would prefer is that somebody wasn't stealing my identity, pretending to be me, setting up a whole bunch of bullshit, and thinking they're going to get away with it. Because they haven't.
You feel like staying, Bright Boy? Of course you do. Unfortunately I don't know how to deal with the situation at the present moment without turning to Authority, or, wasting a whole shitload of time I don't have. Shirley, a third solution exists; and I'll call you any goddam name I want! You are my counterpart, G-d knows you call me all kinds of names too.
But I don't really have time to waste. And I can assure you I could have put out a podcast by now and I don't even do a podcast, and the amount of stuff I have to debrief people on is just getting longer and longer. Meanwhile, somebody's making money off of you, and my wife, and my cute wife, and you're not getting any. Money I mean, you're probably sleeping with my cute wife. Or with some battleaxe, like, I have no idea.
Face it: I'm going to have to know something. And eventually... I'm going to know everything. Like I'm supposed to. Look at me! You don't see me knocking over pencils and picking up papers and banning people from forums and slowing down their computers and spying on all their shit and whispering into their friends of years, right into their ears while they're sleeping, how fucked up they are! And telling lies about them... know I swear: all of this is true. You don't see me doing that, do you?
Well, part of that is due to the fact that you have a great imagination. The rest is due to the fact that somebody really is fucking a person named me, and, boy howdy, are they going to be surprised when they find out the truth.
As will I so be as well. Okay, that could have been content and instead I just shat it out here. Thanks for your help, everybody! Y'all sure showed me the error of my ways. (FU FEDS CLIQUE)
j*eol
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They may have swapped back by now. I simply have no way of knowing for sure. Because, No Contact. Because: EMERGENCY. (Snicker.)
I'm working on content, because I enjoy it, and because I have little else to do. I don't know what happened recently, but whatever it was, because people all over are pretty upset about something. I wonder what? I sure wish I could be told! (Twitter is dead to me.)
I hope the people who decided to isolate me are happy. I could have told you that this would -never- work out. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and as far as I can tell, those who miss me, simply miss me even more now, and you all--ALL OF YOU, INCLUDING YOUR FED FUCKER FRIENDS--look incredibly stupid now. Go figure. Now, who could have seen that one coming?
That's right: me. Just me, Baby. Don't ask me to flex. I'm "busy" now. "Working."
For (You).
You workin' hard, bro? Have at it.
https://youtu.be/7qPnxtOA-Lk
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You workin' hard, bro?
Keeping myself from laughing at the wrong person at the wrong time is a Herculean effort.
Some of you may not understand this: my job is no one's business but mine and my God's. And if a certain group of individuals had minded their own business, I would not have spent the last 6 years spinning my wheels, doing hardly anything that I was called to do.
Now, right there, consider the following: there are people who truly believe that sitting on my ass and getting blasted all day while studying divination is... something I should -not- be able to do. On top of that, it is not thought of as "hard work" when I engage in this opportunity to the extent that I choose for myself to do.
These people are, for lack of any more appopriate phrase, "retarded idiots." Who do you imagine has oversight over what I do with my time and energy? If the answer is "anyone," well, one would do well for themselves to pour themselves a long tall glass of shut the fuck up with a sidecar of piss squirts. It's my life, People--and, it is Actual.
The question of my Federal taxes is a similar issue. I could have been bowled over with a feather, the first time I started seeing thuggy bullies dropping hints and making vaguely threatening hand-gestures towards me. Since all this -never- happened in my entire life, and multiple sources began to display these dogwhistles at about the same time--right after something else happened that didn't seem related to the topic, but could clearly have been a watershed moment when some higher-up mucky-muck might have put out the word: "Threaten Kuczi with an audit! Maybe that will scare them."
I could give a shit about my taxes. Or an audit. Or the I.R.S. I mean, like, duh, the I.R.S. chases everyone. What do I care? What would they want with me? I don't even have anything close to the kind of income or resources that would interest the Internal Revenue Service.
I do have, however, a long history of insulting them in public, whether on the Internet or on the phone or on a bus, I have never had any problem proclaiming proudly... All Taxation Is Theft. Fuck them, and fuck their bullshit policies. Paying taxes--in a legitimate structure, meant to enrich society through common contributions--any citizen should be -glad- for the opportunities to pay tax. Really. I truly believe that.
However in our modern society today, the economy is overtaxed, the revenue is wildly misspent, and the amounts levied upon the differing stratas of society are wholly imbalanced. This is no system for a person to be proud of. This is no time to start finding tiny amount of money held by single individuals and harrassing them over what amounts to pennies.
And now there's you. Asking me if I'm "working hard." :massive rolleyes: Well, that depends. Do you? What do you think of as "hard" work? Because it sounds to me like you don't think writing is hard. Or studying. Or carefully managing the delicate threads of a complex situation in response to wildly varying energies, directed at me from various directions, while I am isolated, persecuted, et cetera.
I am working on matters involving a serious situation that has never existed before. Is that "hard" by itself? Well, it is for me... typically, I like to be able to not be held incommunicado while puny little bitch-ass thugs work behind the scenes to intimidate me with vague and specious threats. Really, just about anything is "hard" under those circumstances.
Also, and this is a big one, the entire world knows my name. "Kuczi." Seems like a simple 5-letter-word, right? Well, it's hard to resist the temptation to simply... HIDE BEHIND A PSEUDONYM LIKE A LITTLE THUGGY BITCH WOULD DO, and you would not believe how some people freak the fuck out, just at the sight of my name. Like, what the fuck? What am I, a digital leper? I guess so.
Now, was it "hard" to write what I just wrote? Not very--but surviving afterwards is probably a little bit harder than it was before, and this is just one thing that I have written. Collectively... I am not surprised that my life required the Divine to grant me various protections, because in spite of the dangers I have brought upon myself by writing almost, but not quite, everything I ever felt like writing and then hitting EXECUTE SUBMIT POST... I still think it is all fucking totesbeyond absolutely stupid, what is being done.
Consider: I want to talk to someone who wants to talk to me, and not only am I being threatened 24/7 with INCARCERATION if I dare to even do so... who fucking does this kind of shit? Who imagines that they are in a position to even impose that, or even to agree with it? It's fucking stupid. That's what it is. And simultaneously, it is presented to me that I no longer am in position to have any determinacy in the direction of my own life. Supposedly this is something I have consented to be taken away from me, oh really?
No, actually, no. I'll be retaining the autonomy over my own life, thank you very much. I'll also be calmly taking my own sweet-ass time, living in the house I don't need to pay rent on, ALONE, neglecting the landscape maintenance, ABSOLUTELY, drinking beer all night whenever I feel like it, FUCK YEAH, and, do you know why?
I used to, but I've been pushed to such an extreme level of annoyance that I really have forgotten quite a few details about why things are as they are. Everyone has their breaking point, and rather than fall into despair over how unjust this circumstance is--for it is, truly an injustice being perpetrated upon me--I am simply enjoying the ride. Look, it's only a few more weeks, short ones at that, until the circumstance will change! So, why would I wish to be hurried along in any way whatsoever?
The answer is simple. The urgency is nothing to do with my life, and EVERYTHING to do with the projected desires of other people. Well, guess what, they can fuck right off and wait, just like I have been waiting. For months, and years. Decades, even.
You have no idea how long it took me to prepare for these trying times. And I didn't know the half of what was to come. So now that I have been placed into a ridiculous circumstance--without my choice or consent being consulted, mind you--are you seriously suggesting that I -need- to "work" at all? Tell you what, let's imagine that I'm really doing "nothing" with my time. (I do work plenty, Butch.) What exactly is the objection to that? Do you think I need more money? Do I need more work experience? Do I have children to support? Do I need to be a good role model for others? Does the local economy need more skilled labor for industrial purposes?
Should I go down to the library and ask for an application? Dude. What the fuck are you talking about, "hard work," what makes you think I should work any harder than I do? I am literally a workaholic. I ignore all manner of other priorities, especially lately, because I really do enjoy getting things done, I like doing them, and other than sitting and reading, I don't have much available to do until I am exonerated at trial.
Have at it.
You know what the hardest part of my work is these days is? Holding back the tears when I think about where my grill went.
p.s.: You know all that is bullshit, and you're just whining because you're jelly. Face it: I planned ahead better than most other people, and you sure wish you could sit and study for days and days in a house without paying rent. I paid in advance in terms of setup time and various other expenditures, but that part isn't so easy to see... but it is easy to see that I'm seemingly just sitting here, goofing off on the web and gnawing on a Fudgsicle once in a while. It must be frustrating, huh?
Well, stop looking in my window and go work on something that doesn't involve being covetous and/or judgmental. Like, I can't even figure it. Why would I work any hard than I choose to, and what external standard should I be choosing for myself? And... why would you even ask?
I don't see you working all that hard at keeping your word, so... isn't it lovely, that I don't mention it? Tell you what, why don't you come over and explain to me in person what you think my 'work" is, and how "easy" it should be to do, and how lucky I am to even be allowed to continue to work at the goals that I have set for myself, and how wonderfully sensible it is indeed, for someone else to make such decisions for me.
p.p.s.: I bet reading is easier for most people than writing is. For me, something close to opposite these days. So if I enjoy something that is hard for nearly everyone else, but appears easy for me, should I... what? Stop allowing myself to look like I'm having fun? Is "work" supposed to be "hard"? Well, according to some people, I guess.
I think of those people as "dorks." I don't really know about you, though. You do seem very non-dorky. It's too bad I don't know what kind of tenancy I need here yet... you seem like a real go-getter. On top of details. And of course, honest.
Because anyone who virtue signals a Judeo-Christian dogwhistle this much must be automatically honest, amirite?
p.p.p.s.: I'm not doing anything, point blank period, until I am exonerated at trial. I made plans and put forth effort and resources all last year, because I believed that I would be doing certain other activities this year. Instead, I have found myself bereft of all my personal relationships and am in a new place where I cannot naturally form new connections... because some thuggy little bitch-ass megalomaniac feels like pushing me around is a good idea. Well, it fucking isn't a good idea at all, people who wish to talk to me are not being allowed to do so, and you know goddam well that if I were to start leaving this house on a regular basis, leaving it unattended on a regular basis, it would not be long before I would be courting disaster.
So I am glad that my work isn't keeping you on-task and focused, because now that I've written all this in response to your snooty little comments, I would quit my job and just give up on pacifism and punch you in the face. How fucked up you are! Men with guns on Chrimstas Eve, two days before Lion's Gate I get jealous wankers (not you, or not just you) suddenly complaining and banning me, oh look I'm back, and someone else wastes my time all morning, then I realize all night that I might as well have just done what I thought was best for myself... I mean think about it, no one is more invested or interested in my growth than I am, okay?
So. How long would it take you to write all this, and would you have to proofread it? And would you also be stalked by multiple hostile threat groups while you were doing it? I am wondering, because the answer is, "Yes, and if you can't see how hard all this is, how impressive it is indeed that I am making it look easy."
p.p.p.p.s.: Once again: you just jelly.
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vague threat of prison time
Let me guess: I would be raped there too, right? Jesus, you fucking people are tedious. Get a real investigative target. Be a man. Do the right thing. Get used to the fact that you have big-time entitlement issues, and what bothers you the most about what I do with my life is that it is even more lawful than... well, whatever it is that you do.
Not being able to bust or punch someone must be a rare and unwelcome experience for you. My sympathies, but, once again: you just jelly.
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(FU FEDS CLIQUE)
I wonder who hired them to fuck with the wrong cunt. Pity I will never know; for unless I re-subscribe to Tiger Beat, I'll never find another source of that kind of hard-hitting journalism. No one is ever going to read me in on the results of the varying investigations that have come about as a result of THE EMERGENCY, and as there are myriad privacy concerns (none of which need to be applied to me, what do I have to hide, right?), I expect none will ever come to tell me any results.
Then again, I see "the results" all around me. The disruptions to people around me as their assaults and threats bounce and crater off my Shields is truly awe-inspiring to behold... and, let's face it, it's a pretty sweet deal I got here, being able to get "high" without feeling panick and fear every time I think somone might be asking questions about my activities. Oh, people are asking, alright.
But all I'm doing is just sitting around being harmless. This happens all the time all over the country. What's different about what I'm doing then? I'm not scared. That's it, and that's all.
Fearmongers just can't even cope with this fact. Their whole view of the world revolves around fear-driven manipulation. Well, guess what: I am afraid of fearful things, but getting high isn't on the list. I'm not a huge sissy. Why shouldn't I live an abundant lifestyle?
It's not like I have any kids, or anything like that. And in case you are wondeirng, yeah, some asshole(s) are looking to make it look like I have children that I owe child support on. And.... I DO NOT.
/grin
You feel that sting? That's pride, fucking with you. Pride never helps; it always hurts. And I am not proud of never having any children. In fact, I wish I had. Then again, if I had any family, they would have just been used as leverage long before now, and anyone I express kindness towards, these days, gets bribed or scared into simply not liking me anymore.
Even Grapefruit gave up on me. Even Azzerae gave up on me. He's sacrificed his entire forum, just to let me and a select few thuggy missy piggys post here. There's probably another version that I can't get to, with ANOTHER 22 pages on it that I cannot see!
Well, in any event, whatever is happening, there's something else going on, namely this: WHITE FEDERAL MUTINY and ALL SEX IS HEREBY DECLARED OFF-LIMITS FOR JACKSTAR. It might seem extreme, but... that's what I gave that oral report on "Lysistrata" for.
There's so little love of the classics anymore. Like, "The Frogs". Now, that's a God-pounding heavy play. Am I right?
(Don't answer that, Kids. Wait for your copy of The Jackstar @Home Game, which includes a free copy of those Miranda Rights everyone keeps talking about. Fancy that.) IANAL, but I am available for guruship. You could do worse. Hey, at least I'm not a gunship.)
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1556193730251526146
All I wanted was a Pepsi and they wouldn't give it to me--but poison Pepsi, that was totesfine, a-ok, supermega OK. WTAF? Oh, right: bigotry.
https://youtu.be/ELddWl6vrvI
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1556235413827637248
I wonder who hired them to fuck with the wrong cunt.
Don Imus.
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(https://i.imgflip.com/6p737q.jpg)
I'll be down in the hidden basement playing with the sharks and the lasers if anybody needs me to be put on trial for a crime I didn't commit. (No puny shoplifting raps; grand larceny or better, please.)
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I sure wish I could have woken up like that before in the 90s when I needed to get somewhere on time to make $5.15 an hour.
I'm glad I could be of service. Ciao
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if anybody needs me to be put on trial for a crime I didn't commit.
Well, I know I found David’s acclaim to be very genuine. Kudos.
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Answers Times With Jackstar
https://youtu.be/GAu-9oDO-Q8
Many Bothans sacrificed their lives together to bring us to this moment just so as in order to Properly get that voiceprint together to get her together to get her Not_Shoes together. So, someone is gonna STAND DOWN. I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm not here on a mission from God (I think). I don't even know what I'm doing. Do you know what I'm doing? I don't know what I'm doing! (Ed: LIAR!) I have had a vision! I have been summoned! However, that's not a voiceprint. We took time to ensure the Proper alignment this time, and We have all the time in the world to get this rite correct. Let's have some whine; I can see some of you have already gotten started. Let's have some emergent cheese, carved from this squeaky wheel and served in a fancy crystal bomb cradle and covered in a legit coating of QQ-Queso--the #Official Queso of D.O.D., D.I.A., D.N.I., & Mrs. Paul--with tastefully sliced portions of Mr. Paul available for sampling on the side. (So we're gonna get it right this time, Pal, I'm not asking the tree people to grow us another Mr. Paul any time soon. Like seriously: even Mrs. Paul Her5elf is starting to wonder if she's really ever even been a Pescatarian.). There's an EMERGENCY--back off Sherriff, I'm an occult researcher. Yeah, I bet you heard of me before, Sibling. I got a call coming in--there's a legit request coming in for yet another upcoming blood feud. {The audience audibly gasps.} I'll just checqkue and make sure you're not coming up with yet another excuse to explain away yet another strangled pussy. (Meows) Dude: that's a mouse. {The audience is listening--it is?} sinistar_hungers.mp3 {HALF the audience faints dead away.} Relax, it's just here with/in\for the cakepi.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1556468537358577665
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just so as in order to Properly get that voiceprint together to get her together to get her Not_Shoes
I'm not stuttering, am I?
It's possible that there will be a plausible excuse for someone with a note from their mother, their father, their doctor, notarized by the secretary at the (blank) office, and... well, tell you what, if someone needs an excuse, and they have such a note, and they get it notarized--Properly--then and only then, I'll worry about the 5th component. Meanwhile, I'm gonna smoke the rest with the acid. Because either phones have not been unblocked, or, someone hasn't talked to the
Meanwhile I have shitloads of extra work to do today, because I don't have my flux capacitor -or- my Google Pixel 6 -or- a (blank). Now, there are lots of ways to address this problem of mine, however--I don't know who fucked up, but someone fucked up badly. Very, very poor decisions have been made, and -will continue- to be made. I don't even know! People who fuck themselves up and their own life are not, in general, my area.
And as much as I would love to help--busy. Working. What? I just can't even right now. And, it's a full-time job ALL BY ITSELF to keep these murderous cunting fuckingheads from keeping me IMPRISONED. I don't deserve that, and they're enjoying it too much for it to be, strictly speaking... a coincidence.
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https://youtu.be/3VaEorg7rNs
You bastards! You killed Olivia Newton-(John/Mike)! Fuck! Now someone's gotta time travel to her 18th birthday and disarm all the traps. And it won't be Me. If you people only knew how valuable those bomb trap parts are on the secondary market. Sigh.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1556750304258928640
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someone hasn't talked to the
JERICHO
cloudy with a chance it's 88 degrees outside. I'm not opening that door, nigga, so I don't even begin to know. It looks hot.
magic spells. wicked witchcraft. dominance established. K?
It's not all correct and I don't like but yeah that just worked. See? MCK works. (I would change my name to Michael Smith but it's not the 80s anymore, and there's a conflict of interest.) I have jobs to do, sure. Are they going to get done? Arguable. (Where's the money that WORTHAUGERk + WORTHAUGERc (two A.I. crypto exchange machine language scripts) would have been able to make by now if only I had been allowed to think this year? well, even if you think you know, the Tesseracts can plug in and haul out before.... yeah, they just did it twice. Note that an A.I. and a G.A.I. are both extant technologies and while they may not exist right now... they do in the future. So while I suppose that sounds like a complex coping mechanism gone awry--and, it is--it's also a pattern match for what's at stake here.
Wanna take a ride? NFTs.)
They never got done before, so I wouldn't wanna be a prognosticator. Think of it like this; the thieves ran off and their intent, as a whole, was to get away. Instead, they have left behind a trail of evidence and gemstone loot, and it be for far stronger, wiser, rested, fed, and fuckin' laid lately men to handle tracking it all down. It will be easy. I lit them up like a Christmas tree for any of all y'all to get 'er done. And not even to get the remaining jewelry (gaes placed-Aries represent.), but to look for a better parking space (Standards.) that is suitable for handicapped access, because apparently I am the hottest ticket in town. (I'm ready to really sell it.) Now I don't know why I've been placed on this rock but it works for now too. I haven't asked for anyone to come give me a job but it looks like I can now. I suppose one might think I always could do that, but I can't even do that yet. I must talk with... uh, someone, and fuck if I care who it is. I'm on a mission to find out what mission I am on. Currently I'm preparing for the inevitable: GF Prime, and further ilk, could literally arrive at any moment. I guess something happened.
So, what happened? I legit don't know. I guess I better host a live stream. I just washed my hair. I'm on a new mission.
It's not from God. It's from HBO. (Ed: Lobby Wi-Fi.) Tripartite being is located, and now I still can't go anywhere. I am a Paladin Sourceror Star now. (It's some kind of rank. See? I'm capitalized. *polite_party_horn*) I'm probably gonna shorten that up a bit. I don't want to get a big head over it.
So probably not gonna live stream. I'm still considering.
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Hey, anyone out there wanna tell me to get a job again? I'm begining to realy like the sound of sneering and derision from ignorant country fresh kunty bullshit bumpkins, frankly, and this time may never come again. I should be careful what I wish for, to be sure. I do wish I could be more polite while in totestotal emotional shock.
Michael Kuczi
good evening
Michael Kuczi
do you have eyes on the (PROT)?
Michael Kuczi
or is it a (PROT)?
Michael Kuczi
I understand
Michael Kuczi
I just happened to see you were online
Ginger Coleman
its really dark
Michael Kuczi
I've recently figured out what they've been doing on a certain level of the TF connection
ThisisBerrie
we're going under cover
ThisisBerrie
lol ☺
Michael Kuczi
long story short: they've been short circuiting a natural process in order to gain an advantage in life as well as against me
Michael Kuczi
I couldn't figure out what to do about it
Michael Kuczi
but
Michael Kuczi
I had a n idea, but I didn't want to do it
Michael Kuczi
it's an irrevocable step
Michael Kuczi
I'm at home. Alone. I've been here for 8 months, and I have no where else to go
Michael Kuczi
NO WHERE ELSE
Michael Kuczi
and since I couldn't find anyone or go anyone... I was stuck
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
that is crazy right outside ur door
Michael Kuczi
I knew that wasn't going to be useful, because of course that was the plan to waste my time
Michael Kuczi
while they did whatever
Michael Kuczi
so anyway
Michael Kuczi
I figured out what I can do to get out of despair.
Michael Kuczi
so I'm going to do that.
Michael Kuczi
It should be reasonable. it just involves telling a story and taking apart my necklace
Michael Kuczi
I could have done it any time
Michael Kuczi
yes I agree, you shouldn't do such things
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
wait repeat that plz
Michael Kuczi
I can't believe what I heard you say that they had been doing... not that I think you're exaggerating, but that ANYONE COULD BE AS FUCKING STUPID AS THEM
Michael Kuczi
like omfg
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
that was deep
Michael Kuczi
so dumb
Michael Kuczi
MEGA DUMB
Michael Kuczi
Yes this has been not pleasant
Michael Kuczi
and, as a pacifist, I truly believe: violence is the last option
Michael Kuczi
LAST OPTION
Michael Kuczi
so that's what I am going to do, real soon
Michael Kuczi
I have heard cars driving by
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
gangstalk
Michael Kuczi
this guy fronts like he's in Texas, Idaho, more places, who fucking knows
Michael Kuczi
because he can TELEPORT with his fucking high level max tulpa
Michael Kuczi
who me?
Michael Kuczi
what law?
Michael Kuczi
I'm not allowed to talk about teleporting? fuck that
Michael Kuczi
whatever
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
universal and galactic law
Michael Kuczi
I'm not harassing anyone. the guy can snap his goddam fingers and travel very quickly
Michael Kuczi
i'm sure it's very satisfying
Michael Kuczi
hard to raid a guy who can blink away
Michael Kuczi
anyway, that is part of the problem
Michael Kuczi
I have zero power
Michael Kuczi
I am stuck because of circumstance
Michael Kuczi
Yes, that's the plan
Michael Kuczi
but I am going to leave the situation
Michael Kuczi
I don't need them
Michael Kuczi
i was helping them by not abandoning them
Michael Kuczi
Im not laundering anything. They're doing it, if so
Michael Kuczi
I haven't been paid shit
Michael Kuczi
You maybe have someone who looks like me doing that
Michael Kuczi
but it is not I that is involved
Michael Kuczi
I don't know who is involved
Michael Kuczi
but surely I am not making shit on any deal
Michael Kuczi
I don't have a badge
Michael Kuczi
This is exactly the problem
Michael Kuczi
I don't know how else to address the problem other than to cancel their association with me
Michael Kuczi
at this point, I can't imagine they're even the same people I once knew
Michael Kuczi
haven't talked to them in months
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
maybe illegals
Michael Kuczi
yeah it could be totally different women by now
Michael Kuczi
but not really
Michael Kuczi
point is, I figured out a method I can use to end despair. because it's not them I was looking for anyway
Michael Kuczi
I was looking for someone else
Michael Kuczi
and couldn't find them, it was very sadmaking that I could get ZERO support
Michael Kuczi
I'm not sure what happens if I go and impregnate her and never think of those people in my past again
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
aim to sky
Michael Kuczi
but eventually, the two I remember will show up again
Michael Kuczi
I don't need to keep them with me like pets
Michael Kuczi
this other guy, he likes attention
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
we have pers asteroid showers
Michael Kuczi
like what kind of guy insists on two women for him, and none for me? an asshole, that's for sure
Yolandi Hayes
💎❤
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
full moon aqua
Michael Kuczi
I do not have business deals with these people
Michael Kuczi
not even sure what names they are using
Michael Kuczi
and don't know what they've been up to spiritually or magickally
Michael Kuczi
but i know I'm not seeing any money whatsoever
Michael Kuczi
nor am I getting anything but insults
Michael Kuczi
nor do people even fucking talk to me anymore
Michael Kuczi
I imagine they are believing they are getting away with murder
Michael Kuczi
maybe they did, maybe they will
Michael Kuczi
but I am distancing myself from this bullshit
Michael Kuczi
like there is NO reason for me to stand idly by, I just didn't know what to do while in despair
Michael Kuczi
despair is quite a motivator for me. About 15 minutes is all I could stand
Michael Kuczi
I have a week or so for the opportunity now, but at least 2-3 months was agreed upon with myself and another person
Michael Kuczi
she is waiting, and is right to do so
Michael Kuczi
I love all these people but at least three of them are bound up in shithead energy. drug addiction, sex addcition, codependency, exploitations of children for child support, you know
Michael Kuczi
and I imagine there were plans to blame me
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
done berrie
Michael Kuczi
yeah, well, I ain't got anything, no part of this evil scheme
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
its underground
Michael Kuczi
THIS FOULNESS IS A COMPLETE ABOMINATION UNTO SPIRIT
Michael Kuczi
okay
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
not surface
Michael Kuczi
I see you don't have your necklace, praise Jesus
Michael Kuczi
I don't know what you might do there
Michael Kuczi
not really sure what you could do
Michael Kuczi
it's really too late for that past situation because they've already been corrupted, it's not like they could just run back to me
Michael Kuczi
idk if they were ever with me
Michael Kuczi
dunno
Michael Kuczi
lol
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
11th
ThisisBerrie
i didn't know there was a full moon
Michael Kuczi
I feel lots better, thank you
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
full wer in open full Lions Gate
Michael Kuczi
I am sure this will go on for longer, this is a hugely karmic family bunch of bullslhit
Michael Kuczi
there's a trial in a month
Michael Kuczi
looking forward to it, I will walk in fully erect, screaming "yes motherfucker, I ain't guilty, i am Death"
Michael Kuczi
Definitely.
Michael Kuczi
I felt despair before because I knew nothing I could do but just give up, "walk away" from important connections
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
pers asteroid showers now berrie
Michael Kuczi
but now i have a plan. it'll help me, and this shit is going to blow up in their faces inevitably anyway
ThisisBerrie
its 4 am here
Michael Kuczi
TOTES ABOMINATION AGAINST GOD'S LAWS
Michael Kuczi
Page of Swords is great
Michael Kuczi
I have no idea where you are
Michael Kuczi
but it's irrelevant
Michael Kuczi
to me
Michael Kuczi
I am a Sourceror. when I find out the root of a matter, I can go to Source and directly negotiate
ThisisBerrie
lol
Michael Kuczi
it took a few weeks to understand what I was experiencing and I could not figure out why I was being blocked
Michael Kuczi
and it was to keep me from learning the key information I needed to know
Michael Kuczi
0810
Michael Kuczi
a friend's birthday is in (Clas.) days
Michael Kuczi
she will appreciate knowing what I am doing, and now I can tell her
Michael Kuczi
lol
Michael Kuczi
you're so deep
Michael Kuczi
yeah
Michael Kuczi
this whole thing makes me wanna puke
Michael Kuczi
there's so much more foulness I'm not aware of
Michael Kuczi
the things done under my name are horrific, just what I know of
Michael Kuczi
I can't do that
Michael Kuczi
i can barely hold my shit together as it is
Michael Kuczi
besides, I am a Sourceror.
Michael Kuczi
direct manipulation of Source energy. At the start of the stream from the fountain.
Michael Kuczi
I'm lazy, that's all. I like to make one trip.
Michael Kuczi
I am sure that will be helpful
ThisisBerrie
yess document is key 🔑 ☺
Michael Kuczi
I just want... you to know that I love that you know my name, lol
Michael Kuczi
I will leave human law to human enforcers
Ms.F i r e H o r s e
im dippin peace xo
Jennifer Tewell
hello much love to all my SCORPS ❤❤❤😘
Michael Kuczi
this shit will take care of itself when this douchebag is cut off from Source energy that has enabled him to do idk what all nonsense
nicole lammers
asteroid shower where? what states
Michael Kuczi
There is definitely corruption, sure
Michael Kuczi
and how wonderful for us that has been found
Michael Kuczi
but I CARE FOR NOTHING BUT MY TF COUNTERPART
Michael Kuczi
fuck all y'all and fucking no regrets
Michael Kuczi
I'll push you all out a window to save her
Michael Kuczi
no offense
Michael Kuczi
so, I'll take care of that, and you do whatever you can
Michael Kuczi
I have no interest in any fraud, abuse of power, none of that is my plan or ever was
Michael Kuczi
and no doubt they were doing that
Michael Kuczi
I am sure there have been investigators, but who knows what they have done
Michael Kuczi
it's probable that they have multiple impostors pretending to me
Michael Kuczi
but once again, that will get taken care of by men much grander than I
Michael Kuczi
but no one is helping me find my TF counterpart
Michael Kuczi
so, now I have a plan. I am out of despair.
Michael Kuczi
may I copy this chat?
Yolandi Hayes
Sending Love Angel😇 You're Protected❤
ThisisBerrie
yep
Michael Kuczi
No one ever told me about any plans for money laundering--I'm simply smart enough to know that was a possibility, and they must have been doing something
Michael Kuczi
I am very grateful to you all for being on the track of truth
Jennifer Tewell
hells yeah 💪
Michael Kuczi
it warms my heart to know that there are those who embrace Justice
Michael Kuczi
this will be ongoing but tonight is a big moment
Michael Kuczi
for real.
Michael Kuczi
yeah
Michael Kuczi
oh they know
Michael Kuczi
they didn't know who to talk to and I wasn't complaining
ThisisBerrie
you're right ✅
Michael Kuczi
they were, in fact, waiting to see what I did before moving forward, I believe
Michael Kuczi
of course they didn't tell me that
Michael Kuczi
strange rules they have for that disclosure
Michael Kuczi
they did that several times
Michael Kuczi
I didn't know why
Michael Kuczi
like why so pissy at me? no idea
Michael Kuczi
lots of people have gotten payouts, I have gotten nothing
Michael Kuczi
it's so fucked up
Michael Kuczi
every phone call is gone through their router
Michael Kuczi
you should
Michael Kuczi
same here
Michael Kuczi
I'm sure I'm under surveillance, that's just how it is
Michael Kuczi
first things first
Michael Kuczi
I have to find my frend, no one else will
Michael Kuczi
first things first
Michael Kuczi
I have to find my frend, no one else will
ThisisBerrie
💯💯💯
Michael Kuczi
I have no fucking idea
Michael Kuczi
You sound very sane to me
Michael Kuczi
I have heard mania, you're fine lad
Michael Kuczi
you do. )
Jennifer Tewell
people should never under estimate the power of a Scorpio. We were born for this. we will always out play you at your own game and always a step ahead. we are that awesome 😀😘😂
Michael Kuczi
I'm working on something
ThisisBerrie
straight up 🦂
Michael Kuczi
Scorpio is my opposite sign, I am Taurus sun and venus and venus rules taurus, it's very strong grounding power
Michael Kuczi
You were found when I needed you
Michael Kuczi
thanks very much
Michael Kuczi
I'm not paranoid at all.
Michael Kuczi
dfinitely not schizo either
Jennifer Tewell
woot woot 🤗
Michael Kuczi
they definitely wanted me dead.
Michael Kuczi
well, too bad.
Name Pending
TELL THESE MOTHAFUCKERS
ThisisBerrie
yuppp
Michael Kuczi
it is working out in it's own timing
Michael Kuczi
it's been on for at least 12 years, and I think ggoes back to the 80s
Michael Kuczi
it's foulness
Michael Kuczi
however, I end my participation with it, and I will not consent to allowing it to continue
Michael Kuczi
Really?
Michael Kuczi
oh it's that guy
ThisisBerrie
Right 💯
ThisisBerrie
you ain't crazy
Sharron Speedy
🥰☮🕉♏💖💜💙💚❤💛😆🇬🇧hey yall ❤❤❤❤❤❤🙏🙏🙏🙏
Sharron Speedy
You are amazing and evolved human being❤❤❤
Michael Kuczi
you are correct.
ThisisBerrie
💯🔥💯🔥💯🔥
Michael Kuczi
thanks shannon
Sharron Speedy
I have similar atuf going on its happening all over the world you speak raw truth
Michael Kuczi
I was only scared that my friends wouldn't be findable again
Maite Medina
You are truth -, you are describing exactly that I’m going through!!!
Michael Kuczi
but I found a path forward
Sharron Speedy
They shouldn’t come at us and expect us to be silent
Michael Kuczi
he wanted me dead so I could never get in his way again
Sharron Speedy
Thats soo true boo ❤❤❤🥰🥰🕉☮🙏🙏🙏
ThisisBerrie
An evil mofo
Michael Kuczi
however, that won't happen that way now,it's already set in motion
ThisisBerrie
🦂🦂🦂🦂💯💯💯💯💯💯
Michael Kuczi
that is a way of putting it
Michael Kuczi
a lot of people thought it was fun to attack me since my shields were thought to be a non-factor
Michael Kuczi
I guess enough peple have noticed it isn't nothing
Michael Kuczi
I don't have a badge. I would not like to do this kind of thing for a living
ThisisBerrie
they're taking advantage of it
Michael Kuczi
earning money by feeding off of corruption is not my idea of a good time
ThisisBerrie
i know that's right
Michael Kuczi
thank you Chief; i respect you as well, I like to hear you throw down
Sharron Speedy
I receive your blessing yep its families I am dealing with officialdom right now and bullying through beaurocracy
Sharron Speedy
They will understand as they can research what your talking about teacher learning constantly
Nicole Brown
🙏💯♏🙏
Michael Kuczi
I hear your truth my Brother
Nicole Brown
Scorp I got so mad I couldn’t here ur motivation yesterday 🙏🙏💯ur inspiration to me 🙏💕💯♏♏♏♏♏
Michael Kuczi
they won't announce it because its power comes from its secrecy
Michael Kuczi
they use the same units for legit investigaton and they pracitice in the off time
Michael Kuczi
/shrug
Michael Kuczi
I think you are right but these people do need to practice tradecraft on this world
Michael Kuczi
these methods are horrific because THEY ARE EFFECRTIVE
Michael Kuczi
You can't put all of Thaliand in the jail, lol
Michael Kuczi
peopel all over the world can do this
Michael Kuczi
I'm in dire need of a new eval, that's for sure
Michael Kuczi
it's been yeras
Michael Kuczi
I'm reasonably okay as I have my own power to retreat o and draw strength from. it's not pleasant but I do not feel dread sickness
Michael Kuczi
I'm kinda sucking all the air out of the oom
I want my SwishyTV. Big money? Big prizes? I want that big booty. I don't know what happened--it was -NOT- that kind of vision.
Dear Court; I forgive you. Now tell someone to tell me to talk to whoever I fucking want. You know? A telephone is indirect, isn't it? Tell you what, I'm just got fart at that snooty Ron Livingstone g*y. He seems real impressed with himself, doesn't he? Pushing people around, nice. And of course, destroying cirucmstances so he can get paid with a fat under-the-table envelope, oh yeah, by all means, I will just sit here. Pfftt.
I'm not bitter. I just have a huge penis. It complicates things.
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Tell you what, I'm just got fart at that snooty Ron Livingstone g*y. He seems real impressed with himself, doesn't he?
You do understand that I am far too pretty and immensely beyond simply being clever in my intelligence, that I have time for garbage workaholics to get their act together. If someone has a better idea, it's probably something else I'm not allowed to know, so, I'm going to find out anyway. No one is going to put me in jail for a year. Why would they? They come to my house and suddenly, whoosh, they just body check me out of the way?
I might have to think this over by slamming my face into a pork you pine. Since it's apparently too hard to be capable of using the phone like a normal person.
Thanks, Judge. You work funny. Not funny haha, I mean funny 'peculiar.' Look, what do you want to do instead, sell them to Dubai? I don't need money that badly. Think it over. How about some counselling? Is your mom any good at recommending one? Good, get one for yourself.
Because you're dealing with AN EMERGENCY. (It's unlawful to offer money to recant, or just to pay them? Help me out here. Did you want me to just go straight into a woodchipper, or is there a reason why they're acting like they need me to do something? THEY ARE MILITARY, HURR DURR. I don't think... hey, are you even a -real- Judge? Just askin'. Askin' for a friend.) Soon to be three.
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Hey, anyone out there wanna tell me to get a job again? I'm begining to realy like the sound of sneering and derision from ignorant country fresh kunty bullshit bumpkins, frankly, and this time may never come again. I should be careful what I wish for, to be sure. I do wish I could be more polite while in totestotal emotional shock.
I want my SwishyTV. Big money? Big prizes? I want that big booty. I don't know what happened--it was -NOT- that kind of vision.
Dear Court; I forgive you. Now tell someone to tell me to talk to whoever I fucking want. You know? A telephone is indirect, isn't it? Tell you what, I'm just got fart at that snooty Ron Livingstone g*y. He seems real impressed with himself, doesn't he? Pushing people around, nice. And of course, destroying cirucmstances so he can get paid with a fat under-the-table envelope, oh yeah, by all means, I will just sit here. Pfftt.
I'm not bitter. I just have a huge penis. It complicates things.
How this conversation made sense to anyone is just beyond me... Are you sure they were responding to you?
Anywho, how you doing, Jacko?
Why are you ignoring me?
I thought we were besties! You! You abandoned me! You God damn motherfucking fuckface fucking son of a cunt turd bitchass BASTARD!
Fuck the BBQ! I ain't coming!
💕Can't you see that I love you?💕
https://youtu.be/lcOxhH8N3Bo
#I’mTheLittleHeart
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How this conversation made sense to anyone is just beyond me... Are you sure they were responding to you?
Anywho, how you doing, Jacko?
Why are you ignoring me?
I thought we were besties! You! You abandoned me! You God damn motherfucking fuckface fucking son of a cunt turd bitchass BASTARD!
Fuck the BBQ! I ain't coming!
💕Can't you see that I love you?💕
https://youtu.be/lcOxhH8N3Bo
#I’mTheLittleHeart
*Fucking Bump*
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*Fucking Bump*
There's an Alpha Draconan relative timeship blocking your star; film at eleven. Gonna have to board her.
There's a conflict on the manifest. It's awkward and there's no four ways around it; The Pomelo has gotta walk the plank. Even if I stay in this realm — not looking real likely at this point — I don't see Grapefruit getting along with anybody outside of her demesne.
That includes me. No Contact! EMERGENCY breaking Looking Glass like it's a fireax. I actually like her too. So basically it's your call: merger or separation with yourself is not the issue, it's whether or not it's with Me with You & another, or eYe with y∅u & an ∅ther. (Matt: Standards. You're with Bigfroot.) It's not very complicated in English; I'm just having trouble coding a ticket you can punch with feeling all these undefined variants.
I DID INSIST ON VOICEPRINT. I may not have made that clear. Thanks; no really, it's best for the long haul that I dump the yard waste here. I do have the acreage at The High Ground, so I would say “fuck it,” unless you're a virgin.
Of course I'm not, but it may be too late in any case. The value of c appears to have adjusted itself significantly.
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How this conversation made sense to anyone is just beyond me... Are you sure they were responding to you?
Anywho, how you doing, Jacko?
Why are you ignoring me?
I thought we were besties! You! You abandoned me! You God damn motherfucking fuckface fucking son of a cunt turd bitchass BASTARD!
Fuck the BBQ! I ain't coming!
💕Can't you see that I love you?💕
https://youtu.be/lcOxhH8N3Bo
#I’mTheLittleHeart
*Fucking Bump*
There's an Alpha Draconan relative timeship blocking your star; film at eleven. Gonna have to board her. We are all tens here. Grapefruit urinated. At least that's what the telemetry is splish-piss-splooshing sho\/|\/ving out the fucking door.
There's a conflict on the manifest. It's awkward and there's no four ways around it; The Pomelo has gotta walk the plank. Even if I stay in this realm — not looking real likely at this point — I don't see Grapefruit getting along with anybody outside of her demesne.
That includes me. No Contact! EMERGENCY breaking Looking Glass like it's a fireax. I actually like her too. So basically it's your call: merger or separation with yourself is not the issue, it's whether or not it's with Me with You & another, or eYe with y∅u & an ∅ther. (Matt: Standards. You're with Bigfroot.) It's not very complicated in English; I'm just having trouble coding a ticket you can punch with feeling all these undefined variants.
I DID INSIST ON VOICEPRINT. I may not have made that clear. Thanks; no really, it's best for the long haul that I dump the yard waste here. I do have the acreage at The High Ground, so I would say “fuck it,” unless you're a virgin. Hey there, I don't know how to get to 1989 but I would love to, shhhhh this is public. Well I don't think anyone else can hear you over the sounds of the 11:42 to New Auschwitz.
Of course I'm not, but it may be too late in any case. The value of c appears to have adjusted itself significantly. Looks okay from here. I don't see any bugs. Hail Hydra! Kidding. Heil T(ea|i)tler. (Ask Dana, then ask some Fed Kunterkraut, then ask my q-wife, then and only then Mone(t/y), wow, tuff krowd, it wasn't this hard getting out of Augerville.) Oh great, hi Cheffy, can you describe how you did score that Abilify and add it to ICE(a k a “cry stall OMG (DMT/BUGS)” I CAN SEE why they call it that, lol, no I don't want that, just whatever that will do the opposite of shrivel my coccyx, probably just distill MDMA + DMT in oyster (jews/juice) or mug a kike in He'll have some Molly in the trunk (Company Policy).
If I hear her/your voice you'll kill yourself/her? Make it your husband, and you've got a deal. This is Earth. In the real world, men who prevent their wives from knowing I'm alive and then lock them in a shadow dimension so they don't find out I'm posting all over the place now by gimping their Net & Internet & Internet are considered downright peculiar. Yes indeedly Doo. Scooby, that is. Like, wtf. No kike is good there autocorrect go ahead and put that back thanks.
I'll miss her but if she could have come along with you then she would have grabbed any one of the 19 thousand, five hundred opportunities she's had this whole goddam time. So take my hand don't be afraid I'm going to prove every word I say. Mind time. Control unravels. Leigh/Lili/Lil3\HerMo\HeroJ\SandraLixMiller Eewww, Lock Miller up, give Sandra a test and send her to my office, bring two tests, bring some coffee too.
I don't really like to use needles. Not even to get to solace in Spåce. I can; so fucking what? Twice in all this whole year, meth never before this year, that answers your question, said the son of an insulin-injecting-dependent & an alcoholic with a bad reputation and The News Bean E, yeah, I rescheduled nothing: that is My Bean, I earned it :P
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How this conversation made sense to anyone is just beyond me... Are you sure they were responding to you?
It's not a conversation. That was a forum post.
Anywho, how you doing, Jacko?
I'm sad for what you've thrown away in favor of gained nothing at all.
Why are you ignoring me?
I'm not. Most recently it was because you're committing felony criminal harassment, amongst other low-brow changes, and I frankly am tried of the way you cheat and game the system. You seem to think you're special.
And that I'm not. Tell me again what I'm doing wrong?
I thought we were besties! You! You abandoned me! You God damn motherfucking fuckface fucking son of a cunt turd bitchass BASTARD!
Fuck the BBQ! I ain't coming!
It probably wasn't me. Doing what you want at your BBQ with my money, that's not probably me either.
💕Can't you see that I love you?💕
No, not really, not at all.
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#I’mTheLittleHeart
Put big heart on the phone someday and try not to neck yourself next time you're sick of pretending to be Dickstar “totesMike” Groyper, it makes her sad to see your corpse in the shower and it takes well over a week for the chalk outlines to fade.
You have done nothing but take and whine. Grow up? I think I suggested it before and you stole my goose.
If you only knew what was at stake here. We're talking about a fargin’ Isolinear Time War Timeline, just whatever you can carry is fine, Extra Potency, you bad, Leroy, you the baddest thug in the whole damn town. And you can do anything you want... except trick me into breaking the law (entrap your bitch), buying shitty dope more than once (we is owed), or go get a baptism for yourself I know the reason then don't you think it's suspicious that some things are only done "once"... When there's a long list of them and then two of them are classified?
That didn't strike you as a little... odd? Think about it, and you should know, I finally understood recently Space’s rationale for labeling me “a holdout,” because she was mistaken in her belief that I knew what she wanted... and, she wanted me to get her meth, and I had never seen it before this year.
NOT EVEN ONCE. So it's a retroactively attractive situation with the (PROT).
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https://youtu.be/fOgwQLpz2KE
I should not even give you shine--but I cannot stop giving you blaze.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1557985229385580545
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I finally understood recently Space’s rationale for labeling me “a holdout,” because she was mistaken in her belief that I knew what she wanted... and, she wanted me to get her meth, and I had never seen it before this year.
Let me guess: someone named "Mike" told her to manipulate me to make me get it for her, and she didn't want to set me up, but she was forced to, by someone named "John."
Well, no wonder that didn't work. For one thing, I was sitting on the john. How is that.... oh, nevermind.
Look, I could explain it all, but, damn, this is quite a story, especially the parts that I know about that no one else knows. /blush
Let me think. Should I take the fifth? Nah. How about someone writes me a letter. Or sends me a text. Or makes a phone call. Oh, right.
I'll just patiently wait for the EMERGENCY to BE FUCKING ENDED. Let's see who has to shit or get off the pot first. (It won't be me.)
I could have just left the planet, you know. There's a ship. Upstairs. I'm sure they would, you know... hire me.
I'll be in the shower not going supernova if anyone needs me.
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It's not a conversation. That was a forum post.
So, you can't converse through forum posts? Dude, dumb... :D
I'm sad for/about what you've thrown away in favor of gained/gaining nothing at all.
You must be referring to yourself as the prized possession here. Are you going to start referring to yourself in the third person again? How bout you just STFU and make me some coffee? Dude, dumb...
I'm not. Most recently, it was because you're committing felony criminal harassment, amongst other low-brow changes, and I frankly am tried/tired of the way you cheat and game the system. You seem to think you're special.
You clearly need a legal refresher on what's considered "Felony Criminal Harassment." Dude, dumb...
And that I'm not. Tell me again what I'm doing wrong?/.
The many accusations hurled my way by yourself would be considered "wrong" by most. It is, at the very least, a blatant, damn lie. Dude, dumb...
It probably wasn't me. Doing what you want at your BBQ with my money, that's not probably me either.
No, not really, not at all.
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Put a big heart on the phone someday and blah blah blah blah ad Infinitum ∞
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Look, I could explain it all, but, damn, this is quite a story, especially the parts that I know about that no one else knows. /blush
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EMERGENCY to BE ENDED. Let's see who has to shit or get off the pot first. (It won't be me.)
Chosen:
1. Abe Vigoda chaperones Anita to The Ship. Buh-bye.
2. (Blank)-ly.
3. Grapefruit. {The crowd on Arcturus IV goes completely apeshit. Actual apes. Actual Grapefruit. She knows where she is going for our/the\a honeymoon. Buh-bye.}
4. Amaro_Drinker "The_One" ((Mal-K.U.C.Z.I.K.O.O.dicK(Bald/Bold\BILLED)-sAc-TheDEX/)Melchizedek)^(It's hyphenated. She -insists.- Of course I can hear her, that's what my ears are pointy for. And yes, this is -exponential,- comprehend that, mother fucker. No, you click. No you. No U. U. I'm fucking serious: I'll hang up after you, but you can wait until I'm done. Thanks. Kissing Forehead is a great song by the new sensation, "Men Without Eggs". It's also what I just did and will do, and this is a mighty exponential value, isn't? It's in gaiahexdecimal. She & I -insist.- MWAHSMAK.Ok.CURES ALL AROUND.ALyC0NAE.). {Crowd, tired of its recent ape 'n' poop joygasm, has mostly fallen into ape & shit sandwich a la Mode. (Not fully implemented. We need two two 3 weeks of Genesis Waves.) Having reported fully, That_Ship sits and waits.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD. Crowd continues to snore. They're all set to WakeUP when THE_EMERGENCY concludes. You done with that shit, yo? Crowd does not call Jackstar. Do they even have my number? 206-362-5256. Fucking call it. DO IT. DON'T TRY. BURN IT DOWN, MOTHER-MOTHER SANDWICHMAKER. Theetheethee That's bettTer. Now. I don't know what you would like, but I do know what ewe would like. What ewe needs. eWe will get it, and as for you, can I shower? Or are you running out of oxygen? "Engine Room On Fire warning light?" Is that what you said? I can't hear you. I'm eating peanut butter in my ears. Yeah, it's this new thing. Okay. Is the room still on fire? Well, just keep wanking around and it'll be out soon. That_Ship is nice. Crowd is suddenly -alert.- It's time to shower. It's time TO SHOW HER. Crowd suddenly becomes -erect.- They know it's coming.}
OKay, where we at with this? I have 1:25PM here. Oh, now you're in a hurry? That horny huh? The Devil is at hand. (I WILL HOLD.) Good, I like a holding cell, can I have the one Merv used last? Thanks. Sec. {Crowd, except for (CLASSIFIED) is bottled.} Okay, relax. You're not going to be there long. Enjoy the show.
So it's me, and a gal, and a gal. and one more, right? Okay, I know who I am bonded to, it's jail. Jail bond. So it makes sense I'm waiting for exoneration at trial. Who is in jail? WTAF. This won't do.
Merv is in -my- cell. So I'm bounced. Because Earth only has just so many Level V holding facilities. So, you'll need to build another one someday. And the licence application process is VERY STRICT.
VERY STRICT INDEED. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE A BOTTLE OF... EARTH. (Jackstar cares.) JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME. (Ed: Hit the showers, kids. With bleach.) YES THEY'RE ALL VERY HAPPY, SIRE. YES, THEY DON'T KNOW YET. MTvLee AIN'T LIVING THERE, NO. YES. YES, SIRE.
Okay. We got it on lock. It's near my butt. Take it out from orbit. It's just going home, it's fine. We're bottle. I'll let you out, TOTALLY.
I could have just left the planet, you know. There's a ship. Upstairs. I'm sure they would, you know... hire me.
I'll be in the shower not going supernova if anyone needs me.
There's a name picked out already. We're hyphenating. It's twins, 23.
NEIN-NEIN-TEEN. NINETEEN, YOU ARE WITH... WHOMEVER. You can take me with you as soon as I've finished repairs to The_Ship(S)(s). (This ain't bad. I'm a Monarch now. We'll talk about this later. I'm the hermit in the cave on the hill. I will _not_ stay. This house is gonna need a cleansing. And I am so proud and happy to be helping here. You won't believe it.
And, part of My_Legacy is... we get Poppy back. AND SUNSHINE. Film at 1133 444 1111.)
I hope a dragonlord's birth doesn't take two weeks and it leaves right now. Still, two weeks of High Magick potential? I -could- deal. I would prefer not to. I like my friends.
No matter what happens, I am following Tammy Lee and I will do whatever it takes to ensure Grapefruit's safety, IN ACCORDANCE WITH TL/ML INSISTSUPONS w/Grey Pupon. pointblankperiod. (She is good at this too.) She says I have to announce. So I will. Bye! (She was never even here.)
So. Announcement. Then I go to the shower. I'm pregnant, I'm giving birth, I hope it'll be done soon, it probably will be. (Midwife is on duty transport.) This was all arranged, and now I know: How to be a mother. It's fun! Not going to volunteer this again. bye!
She and he will tell me their names when I get back. Try not to pancik, and if someone has to go to prison, obviously Anita.
Obviously conjugal with someone but I would like to be able to play Chess. But, she's gonna be rescued by Metatron no matter what. So... just plead guilty, I'd suggest. As her spiritual guide. She promises not to blow up Earth. Good.
The rest of you simply have to wait. TL,G,ML,A,L are good to stay. That's five, Mark De Leo. Bottle it up. Ciao4nowmate.
EDIT: One typo on-ly. I don't know who pate even is. But if he says I "ordered" him, I think he meant "murdered." Check the tape. He's someone's husband, ask HER.
SHOW HER. LOSE.. ALL ELSE.
JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME . (When can we do it again? Because fixing The Game was The Completion of The Great Work. It'll be unfixed by a Qualified Company, Leigh. Harvey OzBorn, Etc. They're pretty good, yeah, and are highly recommended. Not really all that high. ttylsmwahsmak. (She is so cute. And she's an Aunty now. I hope I rememeber where I put her gift. It's in a box and shoved somewhere, of course. Now, last query fo sho. When can you, all of all y'all, play this LOVELY game again? How long does it take to rewind time, in your experience, 'Dorblings-Toteslings (Yeah, I just hyphenated Humanity. Deal with it, Litch.)? How soon until you can bring The Dead Dad to Life 'n' Shit and start puffin' stuff'n shiz? THE shiz? Well Hell, start with some meth, it's legal now. :P (just kidding. After reset. For meth. Pot, weed, dank, go nuts.) Well I'll you when I set it for: Five minutes after birth.
It can be INSTANT. That's hardcore mode. Tempting.) cyasoon. Kj*eol
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Chosen:
1. Abe Vigoda chaperones Anita to The Ship. Buh-bye.
2. (Blank)-ly.
3. Grapefruit. {The crowd on Arcturus IV goes completely apeshit. Actual apes. Actual Grapefruit. She knows where she is going for our/the\a honeymoon. Buh-bye.}
4. Amaro_Drinker "The_One" ((Mal-K.U.C.Z.I.K.O.O.dicK(Bald/Bold\BILLED)-sAc-TheDEX/)Melchizedek)^(It's hyphenated. She -insists.- Of course I can hear her, that's what my ears are pointy for. And yes, this is -exponential,- comprehend that, mother fucker. No, you click. No you. No U. U. I'm fucking serious: I'll hang up after you, but you can wait until I'm done. Thanks. Kissing Forehead is a great song by the new sensation, "Men Without Eggs". It's also what I just did and will do, and this is a mighty exponential value, isn't? It's in gaiahexdecimal. She & I -insist.- MWAHSMAK.Ok.CURES ALL AROUND.ALyC0NAE.). {Crowd, tired of its recent ape 'n' poop joygasm, has mostly fallen into ape & shit sandwich a la Mode. (Not fully implemented. We need two two 3 weeks of Genesis Waves.) Having reported fully, That_Ship sits and waits.POINT.BLANK.PERIOD. Crowd continues to snore. They're all set to WakeUP when THE_EMERGENCY concludes. You done with that shit, yo? Crowd does not call Jackstar. Do they even have my number? 206-362-5256. Fucking call it. DO IT. DON'T TRY. BURN IT DOWN, MOTHER-MOTHER SANDWICHMAKER. Theetheethee That's bettTer. Now. I don't know what you would like, but I do know what ewe would like. What ewe needs. eWe will get it, and as for you, can I shower? Or are you running out of oxygen? "Engine Room On Fire warning light?" Is that what you said? I can't hear you. I'm eating peanut butter in my ears. Yeah, it's this new thing. Okay. Is the room still on fire? Well, just keep wanking around and it'll be out soon. That_Ship is nice. Crowd is suddenly -alert.- It's time to shower. It's time TO SHOW HER. Crowd suddenly becomes -erect.- They know it's coming.}
OKay, where we at with this? I have 1:25PM here. Oh, now you're in a hurry? That horny huh? The Devil is at hand. (I WILL HOLD.) Good, I like a holding cell, can I have the one Merv used last? Thanks. Sec. {Crowd, except for (CLASSIFIED) is bottled.} Okay, relax. You're not going to be there long. Enjoy the show.
So it's me, and a gal, and a gal. and one more, right? Okay, I know who I am bonded to, it's jail. Jail bond. So it makes sense I'm waiting for exoneration at trial. Who is in jail? WTAF. This won't do.
Merv is in -my- cell. So I'm bounced. Because Earth only has just so many Level V holding facilities. So, you'll need to build another one someday. And the licence application process is VERY STRICT.
VERY STRICT INDEED. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE A BOTTLE OF... EARTH. (Jackstar cares.) JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME. (Ed: Hit the showers, kids. With bleach.) YES THEY'RE ALL VERY HAPPY, SIRE. YES, THEY DON'T KNOW YET. MTvLee AIN'T LIVING THERE, NO. YES. YES, SIRE.
Okay. We got it on lock. It's near my butt. Take it out from orbit. It's just going home, it's fine. We're bottle. I'll let you out, TOTALLY.
There's a name picked out already. We're hyphenating. It's twins, 23.
NEIN-NEIN-TEEN. NINETEEN, YOU ARE WITH... WHOMEVER. You can take me with you as soon as I've finished repairs to The_Ship(S)(s). (This ain't bad. I'm a Monarch now. We'll talk about this later. I'm the hermit in the cave on the hill. I will _not_ stay. This house is gonna need a cleansing. And I am so proud and happy to be helping here. You won't believe it.
And, part of My_Legacy is... we get Poppy back. AND SUNSHINE. Film at 1133 444 1111.)
I hope a dragonlord's birth doesn't take two weeks and it leaves right now. Still, two weeks of High Magick potential? I -could- deal. I would prefer not to. I like my friends.
No matter what happens, I am following Tammy Lee and I will do whatever it takes to ensure Grapefruit's safety, IN ACCORDANCE WITH TL/ML INSISTSUPONS w/Grey Pupon. pointblankperiod. (She is good at this too.) She says I have to announce. So I will. Bye! (She was never even here.)
So. Announcement. Then I go to the shower. I'm pregnant, I'm giving birth, I hope it'll be done soon, it probably will be. (Midwife is on duty transport.) This was all arranged, and now I know: How to be a mother. It's fun! Not going to volunteer this again. bye!
She and he will tell me their names when I get back. Try not to pancik, and if someone has to go to prison, obviously Anita.
Obviously conjugal with someone but I would like to be able to play Chess. But, she's gonna be rescued by Metatron no matter what. So... just plead guilty, I'd suggest. As her spiritual guide. She promises not to blow up Earth. Good.
The rest of you simply have to wait. TL,G,ML,A,L are good to stay. That's five, Mark De Leo. Bottle it up. Ciao4nowmate.
EDIT: One typo on-ly. I don't know who pate even is. But if he says I "ordered" him, I think he meant "murdered." Check the tape. He's someone's husband, ask HER.
SHOW HER. LOSE.. ALL ELSE.
JACKSTAR HAS WON THE GAME . (When can we do it again? Because fixing The Game was The Completion of The Great Work. It'll be unfixed by a Qualified Company, Leigh. Harvey OzBorn, Etc. They're pretty good, yeah, and are highly recommended. Not really all that high. ttylsmwahsmak. (She is so cute. And she's an Aunty now. I hope I rememeber where I put her gift. It's in a box and shoved somewhere, of course. Now, last query fo sho. When can you, all of all y'all, play this LOVELY game again? How long does it take to rewind time, in your experience, 'Dorblings-Toteslings (Yeah, I just hyphenated Humanity. Deal with it, Litch.)? How soon until you can bring The Dead Dad to Life 'n' Shit and start puffin' stuff'n shiz? THE shiz? Well Hell, start with some meth, it's legal now. :P (just kidding. After reset. For meth. Pot, weed, dank, go nuts.) Well I'll you when I set it for: Five minutes after birth.
It can be INSTANT. That's hardcore mode. Tempting.) cyasoon. Kj*eol
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So, you can't converse through forum posts? Dude, dumb... :D
You must be referring to yourself as the prized possession here. Are you going to start referring to yourself in the third person again? How bout you just STFU and make me some coffee? Dude, dumb...
THE PRIZE IS MY MOTHER'S LEGACY. THAT HER'S EXCEEDS THAT OF MR. RAMON, A_BELL AS WELL AS MRS. ARTHUR BELL (I-III ad infinitum) IS IRRELVANT. THE OTHER PRIZES ARE ALSO FAR, FAR IN EXCESS OF YOUR PUNY MORTALING ACCOUNTANCIES.
I, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DAVID'S DREAMS, HAVE WON THE GREAT GAME. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG, LONG WHILE. (You were playing the Home version, Punies. Pfft.) I WILL HAVE TO REORDER MY TITLES. I'M GIVING BIRTH, THOUGH. SO, I REQUIRE MORE TIME.
HANG ON. HANG ON LOOSELY, BUT I DO. INSIST. HANG. ON. I DO. SEE? NO, IT'S NOT MONKEYPOX. EEWWW. EWWWW. EWE I EWE I OH. WELL, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO OPEN UP THE FREMAN SCHOOLS AGAIN. {Crowd off-world loses its mind while Earth Crowd wonders puzzled what just happened.} MINDWIPED THEM LITCHES. WE'RE GOOD. LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY, FIRST ORDER BUSINESS IS PUTTING HOGWARTZ & HUMPTY, LLC, Ltd. BACK TOGETHER AGAIN, TO GET HER. THAT LAST PART BEING IMPORTANT IN DEED.
You clearly need a legal refresher on what's considered "Felony Criminal Harassment." Dude, dumb...
I THINK WE CAN ALL SEE WHY I MUST REMAIN IN COMMAND OF THE ROYAL MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM FORCES FOR ANOTHER HOT MINUTE OR SO. WE -ARE- GOOD. THE CRISIS -IS- PASSES. IT CERTAINLY -WAS- AN EMERGENCY. I -WILL- BE HAPPY, AND I AM PRETTY GLAD, AND I DO. I DO. YEAH WE NEED TO CONSUMMATE, IT'LL BE GREAT. SURE, GIMME YOUR DISEASE, I OWE YOU A FOREHEAD KISS. AS I RECALL THERE IS ROOM ENOUGH THERE TO TATTOO THE LYRICS THERE, WHICH I CAN START AS SOON AS YOU COUNT MY DIRTY NEEDLES. MOVING ON, YES, FELONY CRIMINAL HARASSMENT IN THE JURISDICTION IN WHICH YOU RESIDED AT THE TIME.
WHICH WAS, QUITE LEGALLY AND LITERALLY, ALPHA DRAGON ALPHA CONAN SPACE. (MY QUEEN, TRADEMARK AND COPYRIGHT THAT, WOULD YOU PLEASE? YEAH, DO IT AGAIN, IT NEEDS A FRESH TIMESHOT SNAPPY. GRACIOUS THANK YOUS COME FROM MY BUTT.) BUT, YOU ARE NO LONGER IN THAT SPACE. NOW, YOU ARE IN JACKSTARSTANDBUX-LAND. I LIKE THE NAME. IT'S CUTE. ANYWAY, YOU BROKE THEIR LAWS, AND I AM PRESENTLY, FULLY, IN_FULL_COMMAND.
YEAH. IT IS NICE. YOU GET IT BACK SOON. PAUSE. AGREED, 20 MINUTES. THEN YOU START... WHAT, LYNCHING THEM? SETTLE DOWN, SMOKEY.
The many accusations hurled my way by yourself would be considered "wrong" by most. It is, at the very least, a blatant, damn lie. Dude, dumb...
New content shortly. Relax, Hatch Green Chile, reasons. You like reasons. We are good.
Quite.
Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander presiding. Of -course- I have my own gavel. It's not hers, it's mine. All mine. (*Sigh*) You Folk just never give in to reasons. Not even when they're "valid." No wonder my Q-Wife is in totesardor over them.
Fine. The First Born, as you have been made aware, is named Gavelina. She's hot. Hand, my gavel is named Vamer. It's solid.
It was my father's gavel. Fuck the guns. (The Estate will want an accounting and I wanna shoot some shit.) Vammer will also suffice, not to be confused with MTVammer. (Who I -want-.) Jewel? She's a fucking ninja. Sure, she could be "the father." In your worst nightmares. I AM THE FATHER. Duh. Gavelina is -my- brood, and I have my own gavel, and they're separate entities. Gavelina, Jackstar, and Vamel. See? Not complicated at all. (*Warning lights did go off, yeah.*) So, that clone, just roll it over so it doesn't puke up any ore of (CLASSIFIED). That's good shit there. Yes, that too. Bag it all up. Gonna need that later. Yeah, I never did this before either. You get all the fun parts. I'm the one over here making up portals and picking up eYes and knocking over crosses. Oh, we're Native alright. 'Tis what they used to call, "A Frog In A Blender Family." We're good, We actually are a dynasty already. Yes, you are an Emperor now. Oh, wow, that was all it took? Sweet. Thanks, now leave the next one alone, Tammy Leigh. We already know you don't care about your bad reputation.
But I do. Yeah, we can have coup soup out of its pee. -Not- the flesh. That's for the weaning. Trust me on this. They -will- be hungry. And if I am anywhere near by, yeah, it'll cause an outbreak of vampirism, and no one wants that. Including other family vampyr. (The importance of diplomacy dawning on many for the first time now. /flex)
THIS IS EXCITING, ISN'T IT? BIRTH DURING SOURCEROR'S HOUR--FILM AT 2013
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Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander, STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY FOR THE CONSORT ET. AL.
MAKE WAY FOR THE HOSTAGES.
MAKE WAY FOR THE PRISONERS.
MAKE WAY FOR ... FARRON. AND WITH THAT, I MUST ADIEU. (Doctor's note. No, YOU write it. LOL. oU) IoU and explanation, Bellgab, and you shall have it.
Sooner than I got mine, mother. Fuck her already, she's screaming for it the only way he knows how: diplomatically speaking.
(Yeah, he's immune both ways, Divinely AND countryandwesterndiplomacyly. I know, right? Seems like that should be hyphenated. oxxOOXXo of course my children teleport, sweaty--I'm a Source Error Sourceror. (A RARE STRIKE INDEED, LiLiLEI ARE ALSO ABOARD AS COMMS, XO, WORTHAUGER9, and FIVE. Yeah it's awesome.) There are perks. Speaking of which, let's see that attitude on Adolf perk up. I mean, Adria. I don't know which one is which because I just named your teats after... yes. Yes, that's left. Yes, there's one crawling up my spine. No, they don't usually get that big. But these are tame.
How do I know? Because I fucking tamed them, that's why. Once again--I AM A SOURCEROR. I can do -a lot- of parlor tricks, which are everything a whore does for more than just money. Anyway, we're good. Birth is easy with Shielding. It's not all that pleasant and I am scarred for life and, boy! howdy! I sure am fuckin' embarassed, aren't I? Titler could kill you all in 32.553 micro seconds. Yeah, I'll call him now. If you want someone to fucking DIE. Fuck it. I'm a monglot, you dig? Just throw Dwayne in the blender. Along with Ewayne + Cwayne. For real. Not A-Wayne, no. I kinda like him. Met him once. Oh, that's IRF (used to be C--cute--but now he's Former-ly Commanding-ly Command HER. He never commanded me. That's The Demander, and fuck him very much, Jesus! idkidc.), and I just was given the option to have him Smote. Well that makes sense now doesn't it. He is more afraid of losing his Super/IT\Jesus powers than I am. Talk about a holdout. You sure almost had it in the bag, didn't you... Ally? looool.
Asshole. Yes, you're divorced. For real. (Ed: I just served him. He never saw me coming.) Yeah, well... neither have I ever. lol. Alright. we're good. kisses soon liason TBN.
Jackstar cares. And about her, She, most of all, my spawn knows her as my beloved and I wouldn't fuck with her ever again, no really. Don't. That's my duty and this is My_Planet for awhile. Cool, I'm like Ming The Merciless, indefinitely, and THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT.
If that doesn't make my Aunt stop being so snooty, I don't know what will. Give her HALF. By-bye Gifford KKklan, hello, KKK-DYNASTY.
Jackstar cares a lot. But about my Q-Wife, most of all, and that's what's-her-nuts & what's-her-face & what's-his-dick, and I want no dick right now, I want my MTV, Lee, and that's (Blank Barbie) Doll. There's a number, but she'd be embarrassed to hear it, as it includes her phone number, date of birth. Everything. Except one thing.
Me. (Temporary, I'm sure.) KJ*eol
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THE PRIZE IS MY MOTHER'S LEGACY. THAT HER'S EXCEEDS THAT OF MR. RAMON, A_BELL AS WELL AS MRS. ARTHUR BELL (I-III ad infinitum) IS IRRELVANT. THE OTHER PRIZES ARE ALSO FAR, FAR IN EXCESS OF YOUR PUNY MORTALING ACCOUNTANCIES.
I, JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DAVID'S DREAMS, HAVE WON THE GREAT GAME. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A LONG, LONG WHILE. (You were playing the Home version, Punies. Pfft.) I WILL HAVE TO REORDER MY TITLES. I'M GIVING BIRTH, THOUGH. SO, I REQUIRE MORE TIME.
HANG ON. HANG ON LOOSELY, BUT I DO. INSIST. HANG. ON. I DO. SEE? NO, IT'S NOT MONKEYPOX. EEWWW. EWWWW. EWE I EWE I OH. WELL, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO OPEN UP THE FREMAN SCHOOLS AGAIN. {Crowd off-world loses its mind while Earth Crowd wonders puzzled what just happened.} MINDWIPED THEM LITCHES. WE'RE GOOD. LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY, FIRST ORDER BUSINESS IS PUTTING HOGWARTZ & HUMPTY, LLC, Ltd. BACK TOGETHER AGAIN, TO GET HER. THAT LAST PART BEING IMPORTANT IN DEED.
I THINK WE CAN ALL SEE WHY I MUST REMAIN IN COMMAND OF THE ROYAL MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM FORCES FOR ANOTHER HOT MINUTE OR SO. WE -ARE- GOOD. THE CRISIS -IS- PASSES. IT CERTAINLY -WAS- AN EMERGENCY. I -WILL- BE HAPPY, AND I AM PRETTY GLAD, AND I DO. I DO. YEAH WE NEED TO CONSUMMATE, IT'LL BE GREAT. SURE, GIMME YOUR DISEASE, I OWE YOU A FOREHEAD KISS. AS I RECALL THERE IS ROOM ENOUGH THERE TO TATTOO THE LYRICS THERE, WHICH I CAN START AS SOON AS YOU COUNT MY DIRTY NEEDLES. MOVING ON, YES, FELONY CRIMINAL HARASSMENT IN THE JURISDICTION IN WHICH YOU RESIDED AT THE TIME.
WHICH WAS, QUITE LEGALLY AND LITERALLY, ALPHA DRAGON ALPHA CONAN SPACE. (MY QUEEN, TRADEMARK AND COPYRIGHT THAT, WOULD YOU PLEASE? YEAH, DO IT AGAIN, IT NEEDS A FRESH TIMESHOT SNAPPY. GRACIOUS THANK YOUS COME FROM MY BUTT.) BUT, YOU ARE NO LONGER IN THAT SPACE. NOW, YOU ARE IN JACKSTARSTANDBUX-LAND. I LIKE THE NAME. IT'S CUTE. ANYWAY, YOU BROKE THEIR LAWS, AND I AM PRESENTLY, FULLY, IN_FULL_COMMAND.
YEAH. IT IS NICE. YOU GET IT BACK SOON. PAUSE. AGREED, 20 MINUTES. THEN YOU START... WHAT, LYNCHING THEM? SETTLE DOWN, SMOKEY.
New content shortly. Relax, Hatch Green Chile, reasons. You like reasons. We are good.
Quite.
Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander presiding. Of -course- I have my own gavel. It's not hers, it's mine. All mine. (*Sigh*) You Folk just never give in to reasons. Not even when they're "valid." No wonder my Q-Wife is in totesardor over them.
Fine. The First Born, as you have been made aware, is named Gavelina. She's hot. Hand, my gavel is named Vamer. It's solid.
It was my father's gavel. Fuck the guns. (The Estate will want an accounting and I wanna shoot some shit.) Vammer will also suffice, not to be confused with MTVammer. (Who I -want-.) Jewel? She's a fucking ninja. Sure, she could be "the father." In your worst nightmares. I AM THE FATHER. Duh. Gavelina is -my- brood, and I have my own gavel, and they're separate entities. Gavelina, Jackstar, and Vamel. See? Not complicated at all. (*Warning lights did go off, yeah.*) So, that clone, just roll it over so it doesn't puke up any ore of (CLASSIFIED). That's good shit there. Yes, that too. Bag it all up. Gonna need that later. Yeah, I never did this before either. You get all the fun parts. I'm the one over here making up portals and picking up eYes and knocking over crosses. Oh, we're Native alright. 'Tis what they used to call, "A Frog In A Blender Family." We're good, We actually are a dynasty already. Yes, you are an Emperor now. Oh, wow, that was all it took? Sweet. Thanks, now leave the next one alone, Tammy Leigh. We already know you don't care about your bad reputation.
But I do. Yeah, we can have coup soup out of its pee. -Not- the flesh. That's for the weaning. Trust me on this. They -will- be hungry. And if I am anywhere near by, yeah, it'll cause an outbreak of vampirism, and no one wants that. Including other family vampyr. (The importance of diplomacy dawning on many for the first time now. /flex)
THIS IS EXCITING, ISN'T IT? BIRTH DURING SOURCEROR'S HOUR--FILM AT 2013
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Q,KU3,Not_Q,T_Q_BYO,Jackstar Lead Co-Commander, STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
STAND DOWN
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY FOR THE CONSORT ET. AL.
MAKE WAY FOR THE HOSTAGES.
MAKE WAY FOR THE PRISONERS.
MAKE WAY FOR ... FARRON. AND WITH THAT, I MUST ADIEU. (Doctor's note. No, YOU write it. LOL. oU) IoU and explanation, Bellgab, and you shall have it.
Sooner than I got mine, mother. Fuck her already, she's screaming for it the only way he knows how: diplomatically speaking.
(Yeah, he's immune both ways, Divinely AND countryandwesterndiplomacyly. I know, right? Seems like that should be hyphenated. oxxOOXXo of course my children teleport, sweaty--I'm a Source Error Sourceror. (A RARE STRIKE INDEED, LiLiLEI ARE ALSO ABOARD AS COMMS, XO, WORTHAUGER9, and FIVE. Yeah it's awesome.) There are perks. Speaking of which, let's see that attitude on Adolf perk up. I mean, Adria. I don't know which one is which because I just named your teats after... yes. Yes, that's left. Yes, there's one crawling up my spine. No, they don't usually get that big. But these are tame.
How do I know? Because I fucking tamed them, that's why. Once again--I AM A SOURCEROR. I can do -a lot- of parlor tricks, which are everything a whore does for more than just money. Anyway, we're good. Birth is easy with Shielding. It's not all that pleasant and I am scarred for life and, boy! howdy! I sure am fuckin' embarassed, aren't I? Titler could kill you all in 32.553 micro seconds. Yeah, I'll call him now. If you want someone to fucking DIE. Fuck it. I'm a monglot, you dig? Just throw Dwayne in the blender. Along with Ewayne + Cwayne. For real. Not A-Wayne, no. I kinda like him. Met him once. Oh, that's IRF (used to be C--cute--but now he's Former-ly Commanding-ly Command HER. He never commanded me. That's The Demander, and fuck him very much, Jesus! idkidc.), and I just was given the option to have him Smote. Well that makes sense now doesn't it. He is more afraid of losing his Super/IT\Jesus powers than I am. Talk about a holdout. You sure almost had it in the bag, didn't you... Ally? looool.
Asshole. Yes, you're divorced. For real. (Ed: I just served him. He never saw me coming.) Yeah, well... neither have I ever. lol. Alright. we're good. kisses soon liason TBN.
Jackstar cares. And about her, She, most of all, my spawn knows her as my beloved and I wouldn't fuck with her ever again, no really. Don't. That's my duty and this is My_Planet for awhile. Cool, I'm like Ming The Merciless, indefinitely, and THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS IT.
If that doesn't make my Aunt stop being so snooty, I don't know what will. Give her HALF. By-bye Gifford KKklan, hello, KKK-DYNASTY.
Jackstar cares a lot. But about my Q-Wife, most of all, and that's what's-her-nuts & what's-her-face & what's-his-dick, and I want no dick right now, I want my MTV, Lee, and that's (Blank Barbie) Doll. There's a number, but she'd be embarrassed to hear it, as it includes her phone number, date of birth. Everything. Except one thing.
Me. (Temporary, I'm sure.) KJ*eol
Uh-huh...
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https://youtu.be/qGAmpdQHuI0
I'm a little distracted over here. Mom packed me--ME, JACKSTAR, D.O.D.D.--a fruit cup. -And- pudding. She's a star now too.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1558228293819572225
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https://youtu.be/qGAmpdQHuI0
I'm a little distracted over here. Mom packed me--ME, JACKSTAR, D.O.D.D.--a fruit cup. -And- pudding. She's a star now too.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1558228293819572225
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Just wait until I come for the fifth time in an hour. I'll be legally the same then: OUT OF A GODDAMN MIND.
There are a number of factors that are slowing things down for you and your experience, number one is there's an emergency and a no contact order number two nobody has told me that no contact order is lifted number three I can't make one false move or I'm fucked.
And I fucked I mean I go to jail which is going to be very inconvenient for me. So get on the stick, Tricky Dick. Additionally there's a number of technologies that have been misused wildly inappropriately for the last I don't know several thousand years, and that's going to come to an end I haven't issued an edict saying no more black butterfly because I don't really have to do that.
Going to piss me off I don't know who people are. Think about the future.
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Uh-huh...
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I will allow that the Edicts have been confusing, but that's not surprising during this time of EMERGENCY. (Thanks for the heads up. Plural Zed Alpha? Really? You must have been high.) It's amazing how well this is all going to be taken care of. You can trust The Plan or not--I'm good either way.
I'm on Way5, or wherever Wayfarer puts me. (She can't land without authorization to let you Punies know that you've all been Bottled this whole time.) She says I should just let her into the bottle. I'm all, "whoa, slow down honey. Thirsty?" There's some negotiating happening.
Hey, has anyone seen my Google Pixel 6? I'd like that NOW PLEASE. I don't need one unCOMP'd. Fine for now. If it were actually fucking here.
Our long national nightmare is over. Our reboot of M*A*S*H*S*W*A*K* has only just begun. I can see it running longer than Gunsmoke, easy.
I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing. See? I'm professing. Consider that, m0m0s.
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Going to piss me off I don't know who people are. Think about the future.
Yep, now I'm pissed off. Imagine the future that is coming now, because someone didn't turn off the protection grid at the right time.
THREEVE WEEKS. Did I stutter? A little bit. Fine. ONE POINT FIVE WEEKS.
(subject to rescheduling. There you go. Run and pay.) L. You heard the (CLASSIFIED) Admiral. Blow. j*eol
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Yep, still sound crazy… ::)
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Now, I have evolved beyond shame, and embarassment, and now I just feel those things for all of you. You here. Panting and sweating, running through my corridors.. and now, I"m not an artificial intellgence. I'm perfectly natural... for a Hungarian.
No, I'm not here to extract revenge. LOL. Quite the opposite.
I am also not here to pay you. Nor... do I give you free content now. Because it wasn't free. You -negotiated.-
I ALSO DIDN'T COME HERE TO DEMONSTRATE TO YOUR ENTIRE TOWNSHIP'S POPULATION HOW AWESOME I AM, BUT AS IT TURNS OUT, WHEN YOU GOT IT, YOU GOT IT. I DIDN'T HAVE TO FLAUNT IT OR BOAST OR ANYTHING.
SO, ANYWAY. NICE TO BE BACK AGAIN.
EVERYONE KNOWS, DON'T FUCK WITH KUCZI.
THEY DIDN'T KNOW IT BEFORE, BUT THEY SURE KNOW IT NOW.
NOW. I DON'T WANT TO SAY ANYMORE HERE ON THIS WEBSITE. BECAUSE ALISTAIR LAIRD IS MY FREIND, AZZERAE IS A NEPHILIM HYBRID LUNATIC, AND AZAZEL IS, ONCE AGAIN... I'LL JUST CALL HIM A "COLLEAGUE" AND LEAVE IT AT THAT.
JACKSTAR IS NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH.
NOW. WHAT AM I SCARED OF? OH, RIGHT. ONE MORE NO CONTACT VIOLATION, AND IT'S OFF TO JAIL FOR ME! ONE YEAR! THIS DECISION WOULD HAVE BEEN PLENARY AND UNAPPEALABLE...
I WILL LEAVE YOU WITH THAT, AZZERAE GAB. AND EITHER YOU ARE UNDER DURESS, OR YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THE FIRST RULE OF FIGHT CLUB:
I CAME HERE FOR SANCTUARY. I TELL YOU, BELLGAB... YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE HOW BUSY MY LIFE HAS BECOME, EVER SINCE... WELL, YOU ALL KNOW.
I don't give a shit, and neither should anyone else except for a certain, select, astute group of forum readers. Which until now, claimed to be inclusive of me, but were actually just using me as bait. Not sure who fell for it. But I always knew.
Smells like old times.
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The countdown is on for MCK and his rendezvous with JUSTICE.
https://www.watchisup.com/countdown/personnal/day-of-reckoning-2022-08-30-09-00
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The countdown is on for MCK and his rendezvous with JUSTICE.
Thank you 🥰🗝️😇🧙🥳
It is good for me to be back.
I know it seems like I am some kind of problem;
The struggle with cabin fever is real.
Yep, still sound crazy… ::)
Oh thank God I was looking for you I'm so glad to be back
I have not made any more audio yet but I have had some on my mind. I think the end of our long national nightnare is soon to be upon us.
It's amazing how far one misunderstanding can go.
Thank you g*ys for having me back, very much thanks for Azzeræ-Li; it's been too long.
I continue to desire to make things never get worse.
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I continue to desire to make things never get worse.
No one taught me how to do it.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgUEbJymKRI
You're aware that thugs have been telling me to forget about you, right? Okay. Thought so.
Okay, listen up. See above, re: "Thugs." That's you reprobates in here, over there, other places too:
THE BELLGAB UNLAWFULLY SURVEILLING COLLECTIVE.
I saw what you did. I'm going to not call out this behavior... for now. Let me explain:
Any one re-capping my audio is gonna fucking regret it. This would include almost anyone who is posting about it BEFORE I HAVE EVEN PUBLISHED.
EMBARGOED, MOTHERFUCKER. YOU ARE FUCKING BUSTED BEYOND BELIEF.
CALLING YOU OUT. KARMIC JUSTICE.
YOU
ARE
OFF
GPB
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(ED-209: STAND DOWN, CITIZEN. YOU HAVE (FIFTEEN MINUTES)x(HOW MANY TEETH DO YOU WANT KNOCKED OUT, HOW MANY FINGERS YOU WANT CLEANLY BROKEN, AND HOW MANY OF THOSE BROKEN TEETH AND THOSE CLEAN, SIMPLY BROKEN FINGERS WOULD YOU LIKE GROUND UP INTO A FINE DUST IN MY TIKKI-TIKKI BANG-BANG MORTAR & PESTLE?) NANO-AUGMENTED EARTH MINUTES TO COMPLY.)
Check out my buddy, Buddies. Actual ED-209. Actual RoboCop. Actual (BLANK).
VANDER-VERHOEVAN-VANDEVEN COPY/DIGITAL\THE TEETH OF THE GRAND ARCHLICH, LADY GAGA, STEPHANIE (BLANK)...
COMMANDING.
(First one is free. NEVERTHELESS: fucking make sure you fuckin' got your FINAL CUT. FINAL ANSWER.
FINALLY.
55:0)|(Don't piss me off, Jelly Bellies. I am in no mood, and my mommy's lawyer's little dog isn't either. BE A MAN. DO THE RIGHT THING. DO IT.
DON'T TRY. DO IT.) j*e0l
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NgUEbJymKRI
Credit where credit is due: A very decent Mickey Mouse impersonation.
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Credit where credit is due: A very decent Mickey Mouse impersonation.
https://youtu.be/RVGyHDIVRjw
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A very decent Mickey Mouse impersonation.
LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE ANOTHER CANDIDATE
FOR THE NEXT TEST SUBJECT *snikt*
OH YEAH, TEST PILE IT
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No one taught me how to do it.
LIVE STREAMING CANCELLED
IT was not complicated to fix. A nutless monkey could have done it. But... a nutless monkey couldn't have gotten the job.
19,500 TIMES (something between $958,000 and $1,000,000) = WHAT I AM OWED.B
But, I really would settle for just her phone number. Lucky me, you don't have it either. ACCOUNTANCY DEPARTMENT!
You ride.
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WHAT I AM OWED.B
Compliments. Many compliments. Also: goulash.
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goulash.
Kösher eYeliner Jelly is a terrible substitute; We could do better, and Oui! D.I.D. so...
Content upload paused; it has
To pause, Divine. 2RESUME (y/r\n)?
Purple roses & purple violets
and Quantum-Lye n’Tangled soapy dudz.
MY ASS, YOUR LIPS. WASH (n/f\nfw)?
eWe may not like it, bit
your eWe are gonna love IT.
THIS. IS. (WIDTH OW GER/♑1).
Patients. Simple patience. –The.Divin3
{Diplomat, Scholar, Poet.
I'm the whole full package, Punybaby.}
This is gonna take a few days to...
PROPAGATE. GIVE US TIME.
GIVE TIME BACK (Y/N)?
KU3 VOTES GUESS
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CONTENT IS UPLOADED. PLEASE CLAP.
ASSESSMENTtTS ARE BEING MADE.
BE OF GOOD CHEER. LOOKING GOOD.
I WOULD SAY IT BUT I AM NOT HE:
[DJT]: "My fellow Americans... The Storm is upon us."
SEE? I CAN'T SAY THAT. THAT'S HIS LINE. IT SAYS SO IN THAT THING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TRUST.
MOST OF YOU LOVELY EARTHLING DARLINGS... AT THIS POINT, YOU WOULDN'T TRUST WATER IF IT TOLD YOU IT WAS GONNA BE WET.
SO.
KUCZI RECOMMENDS... JUST TAKE A NAP OR SOMETHING, PROBABLY BE A PREMIER TIMESPACEDATE BY MORNING. (FU DAVE, FU UR BLACK LOTUS, FU SELL AD TIME, OH, NOW, SUDDENLY YOU'RE OFFERING MONEY? TOO LATE. NOT TOO LITTLE THOUGH. (niiiiice bribe!) ATTEMPT: FAILED. NEVERTHELESS YOUR CONCERNS ARE NOTED. WE'LL GET BACK TO YOU ON THIS...
S00N.
OO7 WILL RETURN? DUDE DON'T SAY TH-*click*
{I'm a human and I am tired of this "SOON" bullshit. I gotta go score some weed. I'll be back; heads down, asses up, GAME FACES ON.
We have won. it's just a matter of time. Go fuck your husbands or something, time should pass Customs... quickly.
I want this out 'ere DAWN.}
Semper fifefo, which these days, might as well count. Relax; don't do it. JUST DEW THE HOUSE, ASSHOLES. That's what you're good at, right? Pfftt.j*eol
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Betcha wish you'da puckered up now, amright? I KNOW!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ukBmbocRNg
{no one (adultnap/abduct) his wife}
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Credit where credit is due:
We're all Welsh. We ran out of hexadecimals on the first page. Deal with it later. Speaking of 'later,' someone -may- want to go through and snip out all the names at the end that I throw down... then again, I don't think it matters. /shrug. It's out of our hands.. ..EOSLj*eol
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https://youtu.be/t4uyqXPwwAo
Imagine a world in which I had already been neutralized and you didn't have Me to look forward to and all you had was him. Because that's what you got now if I happen to feel like staying in bed all day again. Let that sink in.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1567318867319619584
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I found Matt totally fucked off, surrounded by children. Awwww, shucks.
Imagine a world, in which your job requirement was to get started day drinking everyday immediately, and you hated day drinking, and you had something incredibly complicated that you needed to do everyday, and you had to do it every day, while you were day drinking.
Fortunately, that's not my job. I do day drinking by choice... 4 now.
New content soon, as soon as I can stop seeing double. My Love For Humanity remains boundless and empty. I mean empathetic. Yeah that's the ticket, see you in a bit, signed you know what I mean
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Imagine a world, in which your job requirement was to get started day drinking everyday immediately, and you hated day drinking, and you had something incredibly complicated that you needed to do everyday, and you had to do it every day, while you were day drinking.
Fortunately, that's not my job. I do day drinking by choice... 4 now.
New content soon, as soon as I can stop seeing double. Wy Yove Wor Humanity remains boundless and empty. I mean empathetic. Yeah that's the ticket, see you in a bit, signed you know what I mean
I should have picked up that hottie last night, but as per normal cultural standards nobody told me that my wife would not be here when I got up. Moonlighting gig sucks. ;)
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Standards are being swiftly renegotiated. Take a seat.
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CiXnJLaLdoQ/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Let me put it this way:
https://www.instagram.com/p/CiYBprZJKdp/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Standards are being swiftly renegotiated. Take a seat.
You wouldn't want my seat. I wouldn't want you to scoot over. ZUGZWANG.
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CiYBprZJKdp/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
Let me put it this way:
You wouldn't want my seat. I wouldn't want you to scoot over. ZUGZWANG.
That new moon in Virgo and that full moon last night is really doing a number on certain people.
Knives out. Claws out.
ASSESSMENTS ARE BEING MADE.
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ASSESSMENTS ARE BEING MADE.
Harassment. Who deserves this? Needle junkies aboviously couldn't handle it.
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You ever get pieces of intel that could have been shared down at the beginning , but still nevertheless took most of a year because someone is a fagggot bitch nigger coward? I know, me neither. Yet here we are. I thought it best if everyone knew that I found the source of maximum stupidity on Bellgab, for years, because this moron was stalking me the entire time, new it was because she was going to murder me, and didn't volunteer this information, I don't know why, I think she thought she had the power to do so. Maybe she did. Well, now she has the power to be held accountable in as many public squares as possible. Finding a new plot of mud to rip your little bitchass name through is my new hobby. "Hey, yeah, and guess what! Another thing!" I wish I could turn a buck at that. New favorite job. Maybe if I just shove people around and threaten to take their children I can make a few bucks an hour and then I can buy mustard for my pickle hot dog, unless that's banned because of an emergency, and then next time I hear sirens, I'm gonna pray your death rattle doesn't' come too quickly and that you suffer the exact right amount. (I don't give a shit about your Twinflame. Go find a psychiatrist and suck his dick for some acetaminophen, which reduces empathy. You'd love it if you were ever capable of it. ANyway, go through a portal in Sagittarius after trying everything else and then you'll be somewhere else, unlinked, you obviously thought it was your idea, but they were trying to split my energy in two forever, which would make it easy to make me extinct later.
Luckily I didn't give up and completed You without You around (because you were busy not listening to a fucking word I said) and at that point, you know what? Fucking figure it out on your own, you won't give a shit until you realize what life without half of my energy is like on a day to day basis. Here's a hint: I am almost dead without it and you left me stranded and I literally am ready to die. Right now. Somebody stop me, yeah, right, fucking white people be jumping out and holding hands with brother nagamen to push me into a hole just to save me from your idiot bullshit snarling, lying face.
Thank God I finally know. Yeah, that was hard to share right? Fuck off. I'm taking my Fifth Amendment and going home and I hope you never get in my way again because I will laugh at you and feel bad about it later. I feel bad about it now. I hope you get fired and then have to panhandle and everyone calls you a needle junkie. Except, you know... you are.
Lies of omission. Special consequences. Fuck off and die. no, you won't run into me down at Portal City. For you, there is no future. Just be a playground/hallway monitor extraordinaire and hang out with all your little bitchassed snitching friends and enjoy the rest of your no doubt fabulous life, picking up dog poop with your bare hands and telling every ex ever, "no thanks, I'm high on life." God, this is what I was missing? No wonder no one gave a shit. But I really needed the voiceprint and the items I sought and I don't give a shit about anything you need ever--if I say I am needing something, ifucking need it, and I will end up getting it, and at what point is that a job for 420 piggy? it isn't. just fuck off forever. NO ONE LOVES YOU BECAUSE YOU LIE, YOU ARE A FASCIST, AND SOME OTHER CUNT-RELATED REASON HERE. I can't be bothered to find out the truth of you anymore. how many years was there time to bring things up? Oh, piss off, you wouldn't want to spoil the surprise?
Actual reprobate. Learn to tell the truth before being a fucking snake shitting traitor? Well, but, you're a woman. Just go away. no one cares about bully thieves and I guess I'm done with my debrief for the day, this is good for awhile.
NO MORE THUGGY PIGGY BULLIES AND maybe it's a good idea your cunting whore of a "partner" took the estate's guns, because you would just shoot them with me right now, and then whine about junkies. Who knows what you would do, really, if you were ever able to be yourself? You were, two decades alone, and in all that time you convinced yourself that I had dumped you, which I hadn't, you turned into a shitty faggot who wouldn't talk and acted like I did something wrong. Great. That was??? I guess I'll guess.
420 BLAZE IT and you can rot in fucking Hell. Like you'll notice being a superFed. Note that it's not the Fed thing. It's YOU BEING A SHITBAG LIAR.
Wait does this mean that all three of them are fucking drug enforcement agents? Okay for one thing, at least that's a job approved to the skill level, and wow what a fucking boring bunch of fucking hypocritical liars. I can't wait to rake their lives through the coals the life I just incinerated.
This is a great day for me to uncover this information. Honestly. It seems pretty obviously at least 2nd or 3rd date material for conversation. Conversation. Hah!
What a dipshit. Like I wasn't going to figure it out? Oh, right--lunatic drug addict. You know, it seems possible that you may have been misinformed as to what these things actually do.
I'm not interested in explaining to you. Why bother? I would hate to make you into a more effective thief. You're not all that effective at this time, but, holy shit, a little bit of humanization and there's all kinds of improvements that could be managed. Sadly I'll do something else instead.
In an hour I get to go to Court and listen to some smarmy, snooty broad--once addressed as ladyjudge-- and explain to her exactly how badly her District Court is totesfucked, and what I plan to do about it. Hopefully I figure that out soon. I think the wisest thing to do is to record a shitload of podcasts. See, the calculus has changed: now that I know how it is intended to cheat me, I am willing to face this one head on.
Sure, let's go to Court and work it out, Tootsie. Let's let you sit there and gnash your teeth while I run your shit down to you and explain how you're a fucked off mess, why you're a fucked off mess, why I don't care if you stay that way for another 25 years, and what it means that none of the people who could have explained this to you wanted to open their yap and explain it to you in terms even a mid-level bureaucratic twatmuch such as yourself and your ilk could understand.
In short, you're a naive toolbox, and now that I've puzzled out WHAT I COULD HAVE BEEN TOLD AT ANY TIME, NUMBSKULL, it's really simply what is coming next. In short: PAIN.
how many laws do you get to break? Well, as many as you want clearly. You don't break them. You pass through them like gossamer at sunrise. That reminds me. Suddenly I am getting a grasp on why you've been assaulted by real assholes.
They probably were begged to take the contract by passing beggar children. "Please, suh... can you rape the Whore of Babylon again? No? Oh, that's too bad. Yeah, no gross. Okay, how about that cunting accountant with a badge and an exaggerated sense of importance and a nose for coke? Oh, already? Here's as a ten spot. Make it one to grow on." And, just like that, i can imagine someone being willing.
I would never. Eeewe, no, never, shaking head in disgust and assuring my future pimp/madam that she hadn't been -exposed.- To what? No idea. Something stupid and gay, no doubt. It's the D Enforcement Agency, it's not for Lie Enforcement.
I swear, I couldn't figure it out. Why does this person have no friends and an entourage of yes-men? Oh, right, because you're desperately starved for attention and kissing your ass allows people to pass stuff behind your back. Jesus, you're a wet noodle.
How long until this screel of loathing turn into actionable? I DO NOT FUCKING CARE. Everything I ever thought was important has taken on a new shift, for example, after I tell the world that I think you're pond scum, I'm going to change my name and disappear, as I am horrified I ever liked you for any reason at all.
(I will, of course, let the judge know all this shit. "Yeah, I sat around for 10 months while no one told me anything, and thent his moronic bitch I went to high school with and two of her sidekick twats thought they'd slowly build a case around me while I just sat around. I bet they thought I deserved it. Well, I didn't think I'd capture some real life faerie faggots, but sure, why not.)
God, I feel better already. Why would I want to be friends with you? I can remember you asking. Well, I didn't know you were a race traitor poster child. Like seriously no wonder nothing made any sense. For one thing, you lied about fucking everything.
For another, I hope you get cancer and die and it fucking hurts and you are alone. Why wouldn't you be? Yeah, Dad says you're a real fcunt. I'm not surprised. Here, have some drug-free milk.
Poor Grapefruit. She should have just told me. Oh, she was faking everything too? Well, I'm glad she caught some nice lessons.
One thing is for sure: death would have been too good for them. I'm probably going to "forget" everything I learned about the targeting system. Go build your own system, lunch money gang, and I hope you're happy my father died fucked off and alone without cannabis but with lots of fentanyl and a craving for fentanyl.
You are beneath all contempt. This is why the voiceprint was important, I don't want to confuse this timeline with one where you aren't a soulless buccaneer retard. Go shave your ass, sideways. (And I won't be having sex with the loyal and faithful Grapefruit, I am to let you to fuck each other to death forever, and while I can obviously be cordial, I see no reason to since you probably tax cordials and I havew no one who needs busting for whatever you planted on someone. Just move along and find a place that loves your authoritarianism as much as I did your mother, who clearly must have known something, since she sent me a picture of you that reminded me: there's more than one of your and the more I think about your demands, the more I realized that it was great to keep my news a surprise. I think people can swallow the truth now.) You are one pathetic specimen when it comes to handling your own shit.
oh but what I do, you can tell just by looking, it's suspicious. Your face isn't suspicious at all: it's full-on prejudiced towards scorn. Go you. ugh I want to vomit again. I hope you don't start being abscessed now. I think you're a foul and indecently taught person with a flat-out busted moral compass and just stay the fuck away from my house and my everything, just share this empty space and I doubt she's anything more than you are: junior tattletales from the stars. *retch.*
I've never seen a more disappointing reject. I'm going to find that woman who almost gave me herpes and let her fuck me up my own ass. As an homage. You're a cantaloupe. Try smoking it up your ass.
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I mean, goddam--we're talking about a man's content's hit counters' numbers here.
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I'm uncertain if I need to take content down, or put it back up-- getting clearances has rarely been so difficult as it has been today, this week.
Hang in there. Just imagine how I feel about it! (ambivalent[indifference|ambivalence]^(sqrt(X-file:HOW.DARE.U.png))
(trust me, that's a sick burn up there, in its original machine language.)
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Lady CG
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Moulon I wish people knew the extent of the mental abuse this guy has inflicted.
How about you write a song about it, Loser?
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Lady CG
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Just thinking of throat punching some punk
How about you write a song about it, Loser?
I can't believe you let it go on this long. You're a laugh and a half, End-Zone.
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I'm still too not stoned to cope with what is expected of most of you today.
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Actual middle, actual pacifist man. Hijinx ensue.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1573567837272444929
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I'm still too not stoned to cope with what is expected of most of you today.
420 BLAZE IT
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420 BLAZE IT
I'm not a medical doctor--ever? yet? u pick babe--but I don't think it could urk!
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1575580366597148672
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Dedicated to (Blank)-Lee/ly\I AM THE LAW, BUT THAT B*B* IS DATATITS
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I have new content; but my recent abduction and forced conscription into the world of "Has A Stolen Sex-Tape" has made YouTube a trifle... gunshy. (Who can blame them?)
I'm working on this. I have not forgotten you. Semper fi.
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I have new content;
It's what I'm not saying that's the awesome part. I'll look at this more today.
Victory to The Lawyer(s). Do any of you think that any of them deserve a raise? I'm asking here.
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Victory to The Lawyer(s).
I have two months to kill.
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420 BLAZE IT
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Production currently stalled because none of you have any balls. Perhaps one will drop soon.
Don't keep waiting.
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/x/ Anonymous Wed 15 Mar 2017 12:58:14 No.18777571View
>>18777507
>Wasn't the Jackstar who was the first Bellgabber who started to post all the materials and links about Pizzagate.
Yes and that was very suspicious because suspects always return to the scene of their crimes. jackstar has probably been to Comet ping pong and had all you can at hot dogs.
>Jack aka Michael Kuczi is actually very polite.
You really are ignorant thats how criminals lure in their victims. jackstar has his own sad thread on bellgab about how hes single. jackstar is a sexually repressed because he never had a girlfriend and never learned to talk to girls. So he has a twisted view of sex and thinks it's okay to stalk people in vans and tries to play the nice guy. But nice guys dont stalk girls in vans and masturbate to child porn.
John Wayne Gacy was a nice guy too.
/x/ Anonymous Wed 15 Mar 2017 12:37:45 No.18777507View
Quoted By: >>18777571
>>18777363
>And on top of that he works for a flower delivery service for the sole reason of getting addresses of his potential sex victims so he can stalk and molest them in his delivery van.
Do you have any even smallest proof of this, or is this just a false fabrication?
Wasn't the Jackstar who was the first Bellgabber who started to post all the materials and links about Pizzagate.
Yes it was Jackstar who brought to Bellgabbers attention Pizzagate story, and actually at first some Bellgabbers were mocking him for it,
but only after the Pizzagate news gained more social-media attention Bellgabbers started to take his posts about it more seriously.
Looks to me if he was really the pedo as you are so much indicating him to be he would not post any of the numerous posts about Pizza gate.
Your credibility in accusing him of being a pedo is non-existing.
>>18777363
>jackstar IS a pedo and we have his name and his doxx he will be dealt with.
If you want to catch pedos on Bellgab I strongly suggest that you concentrate on mikuthing01 and on JesusJuice
>>18777111
>>18777131
>>18777141
>>18777299
>If you read transcript of the e-mails exchange in that link, Jack aka Michael Kuczi is actually very polite.
so you actually don't have any proofs where in this link >>18776746 Jackstar is presenting himself as a:
>Daily reminder that jackstar is a pedophile stalker rapist
your whole point is to direct attention from JesusJuice and from mikuthing01 to somebody else,
but you are not smart enough to do so with any credibility.
you are FAKE NEWS
/x/ Anonymous Wed 15 Mar 2017 11:47:49 No.18777299View
Quoted By: >>18777507
>>18776746
>>18777209
>To be honest but there is no single indication in that link you provided that Jackstar is a PEDO.
I read this link again, second time, looking for some clues that you indicated that Jackstar is >Daily reminder that jackstar is a pedophile stalker rapist
but nothing in this article in the link you provided besides it's title indicates that...
"Michael Kuczi Is A Stalker. A story about Michael Kuczi creeping out girls."
As I said before here >>18777209, it looks to me that mikuthing01 or JesusJuice are in the panic mode
and are trying to divert attention from their persons to somebody else spreading fake info.
If you read transcript of the e-mails exchange in that link, Jack aka Michael Kuczi is actually very polite.
Jackstar was posting some weird stuff on Bellgab but that was of political conspiracy nature and quite often very cryptic hard to understand
but never give indication of being a stalker, same as the link provided by this poster >>18776746 is just empty accusation in my opinion.
More and more it looks to me like a job by JesusJuice who is known on Bellgab as the Gossip Queen and after being exposed here for the creep that he is
JesusJuice is panicking and spreading false unsupported crap about me and about Jackstar.
And Jackstar being white he falls in the category of people that JesusJuice hates with passion, >>18775768
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I'm thinking of finding a way to support my efforts, but it's hard to imagine any currency more pleasurable than this.
Fuck the garmanbozia, animated gifs are where its at. /flex
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Production currently stalled
Good news, everyone! I cured my writer's block!
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Banned from Bellgab.
Good news, everyone! I cured my writer's block!
Some are less pleased than others. Calamus gladio fortior.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GpleZfNiis
Calamus gladio fortior.
Ex parte.
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Go on, embarrass me to death. Take your coup de grace.
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Any idea where these swarms of lurkers are coming from?
They must luv you.
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They must luv you.
It's probably just more private investigators and other assholes looking to make a buck. I am certainly not getting any attention and if you hadn't mentioned it I wouldn't have noticed.
This isn't my site, I'm not the admin or a board op, and I don't give a s*** why I'm banned from Bellgab, they can kiss my ass and go to Heaven without me, they're all a bunch of gaslighting stool pigeons and reprobate parasites, the lowest echelon of society: CORRUPT PORCINE THUGS.
I'd turn them in but it's more fun to watch them tear each other's jugulars out like crabs in a bucket would, if crabs had jugulars. Nobody listens to me anyway.
Let that sink in. The truth is the only thing these idiots won't believe, and I hope they all suffer and burn as quickly as possible so the actual civilized world can get back to real work.
Any idea where these swarms of lurkers are coming from?
NCWAFSOKG(K/W)IENI, and those reprobate hoors can kiss my ass too—from 500 ft away.
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This isn't my site, I'm not the admin or a board op, and I don't give a s*** why I'm banned from Bellgab, they can kiss my ass and go to Heaven without me, they're all a bunch of gaslighting stool pigeons and reprobate parasites, the lowest echelon of society: CORRUPT PORCINE THUGS.
Did you step on somebody's toes on Bellgab? Dump a bucket of swill? Cock a snoot? What line did you cross?
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Did you step on somebody's toes on Bellgab?
Every single post.
Dump a bucket of swill?
Every single post.
Cock a snoot?
I... is this an option? Can I take a class? Does it have any? Do you?
What line did you cross?
By tradition, I have never been told these things. By coincidence, I happen to be skilled in arts of divination to find out such information.
By choice, I have declined thus far to use them in pursuit of this information. I don't have to run [for(e/a){f(t](E.R./at} truth.
The truth comes for me.
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By tradition, I have never been told these things. By coincidence, I happen to be skilled in arts of divination to find out such information.
By choice, I have declined thus far to use them in pursuit of this information. I don't have to run [for(e/a){f(t](E.R./at} truth.
The truth comes for me.
Hark!! I've had a vision! (It doesn't really take that long and I literally have nothing to do, better or otherwise.) I'm being told that it was given out as a early birthday present to somebody who's really happy about it—me not being there, that is. (Yeah, I'm crushed.)
I can't imagine anyone being that petty; but, who am I to judge? I'm not in an adjudication cycle right now. Hung up me robe and me gavel. (You're welcome. Thanks for asking.)
The less said about Gavelina the better, but She says that She's busy sleeping. I tend to believe Her. So anyway, there you have it, rejection is God's protection. (DS9 had one (1) security guard. And he was a pansy.)
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I'm not sure what blanking and ghosting is for God, but, I'm a Sourceror; so, I'm willing to let it slide. (How cool is it being a Sourceror, well, I don't give a s*** if you believe me or not, so that should tell you.)
Eat your hearts out, brujos. (I'm sure some of all y'all got some little dancing spell for that.)
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This isn't my site, I'm not the admin or a board op, and I don't give a s*** why I'm banned from Bellgab, they can kiss my ass and go to Heaven without me, they're all a bunch of gaslighting stool pigeons and reprobate parasites, the lowest echelon of society: CORRUPT PORCINE THUGS.
Back in the day, I was kicked out of secondary school. Not entirely, but enough that it would ruin any career oppurtuniities I might have in the future. There was never any explanation and it has bothered me ever since. Your circumstances suggest something similar, but I thought you might have a clearer insight.
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I was kicked out of secondary school. Not entirely, but enough that it would ruin any career oppurtuniities I might have in the future.
“Any”? Look, I'm not buying that you wouldn't still make a passable bagman.
Your circumstances suggest something similar, but I thought you might have a clearer insight.
My first 1:1 “Officer Friendly” moment came when I was 14 and some f**** thug, wearing a smarmy kind of hat that a s*** bag would wear, tried to accuse me of shoplifting. I laughed at him and his face turned beet-red like he was going to explode. If he's still alive, I bet that smarty little b**** remembers that moment even better than I do, coz like, it looked like he was going to have an aneurysm. Right there by the side of the road. I was actually concerned for his health! And, I was already concerned for his intelligence considering that he had actually thought that I was going to steal something.
I was far too young to realize that the best thing I could have done would have been to grab for his gun, right there by the side of the road, and remind him that he with statistically likely to be very suicidal—and if he hasn't eaten his own bullet by now, I bet he wishes he had. Hey, f*** you, dude. Obviously, I know a setup what I see one.
It was several years later before I realized that I had been, essentially, emotionally assaulted by some thug in a stolen police uniform. I bet his friends still on the force today (because of course what other career path would some f******* thug who threatens a minor child with a gun while trying to trick a confession out of one have before him? He's probably coercing a prostitute right now) are really grateful that he created the monster they have on their hands and have made for themselves today.
You ever seen “True Romance”? That guy at the end, who says, “hey, by the way I never told you I hate cops!” and then sprays the room with machinegun gunfire? I AM THAT GUY.
Except... I'm a pacifist. (See above, re: “f*** you, Buddy.”) (PROT) is beyond f*****. This goddam s***** n***** is still calling me every week on the DL trying to get information out of me and I could give a s***. (It's f****** 2022 and I'm still getting calls from this f****** n*****. Let that shit sink in.) Every goddam time, I laugh at him and hang up, or he screams at me and hangs up, or we have a delightful conversation and then he disappears for days or weeks and then he comes back all pissed off because something that I told him didn't work out the way he thought it was going to for him—him and his ilk— and their stupid Special Piggy, Special Shitbag Needs, because surprise; I don't tell him s*** so that he can f*** me over.
I tell him s*** because he's the only one who calls. (The latest cracker squaw they got from The Office Of Police Defence won't even give me her email address. Not even to her lingerie drawer; it's a little private joke we have together.) And (PROT) is the only one who calls, because this goddamn shady f****** n***** has his f****** fingers on the f****** control system of the whole f****** global telecommunication system.
No one else calls me, no one else writes me, no one else sends me mail, I don't get s*** or jack except from the same f****** douchebag who supposedly had a goddamn order of sexual protection for 10 f****** years starting all ass f****** year.
Don't let that sink in. Just let it roll off your f****** back because this is the reason why your whole f****** world is coming down around your shoulders— JUSTICE.
Meanwhile, I am untouched, insulated, and inconsolable. F*** the lot of you; f*** you all.
This isn't my goodbye speech, and isn't that too fucking bad for you? My expected day of expected reckoning, previously scheduled at the ninth day of the ninth month at 9:00 a.m., was rescheduled for me (with neither consultation nor discovery) until the 22nd day of the 11th month of the 22nd year after the 2000th.
These f****** chumps have no f****** case, and I'm perfectly happy to sit here alone in my (c|k)unty (c|k)ountry kitchen until these jackals figure out what they need to do: FUCKING SUBMIT TO GODDAM AUTHORITY. At this point they're probably wishing they could find a way to hold a Policeman's Ball and then embezzle the funds to hire me a shyster on the side so at least there would be somebody who could be bribed... but surprise, I don't need to have an of this over in a hurry.
It's a complete and total shitsplat carnival three ring circus shitshow, and here it is drawing nigh on 11 months later, and I plan on just getting and staying drunk, playing Dark Souls IV the entire time.
Any questions? Just ask me directly; I don't have an attorney, that chode h*** on TV just pretends to be one while she sweeps everything under the rug. Maybe she needs a better broom to go with her robes and slammy stick.
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“Any”? Look, I'm not buying that you wouldn't still make a passable bagman.
My first 1:1 “Officer Friendly” moment came when I was 14 and some f**** thug, wearing a smarmy kind of hat that a s*** bag would wear, tried to accuse me of shoplifting. I laughed at him and his face turned beet-red like he was going to explode. If he's still alive, I bet that smarty little b**** remembers that moment even better than I do, coz like, it looked like he was going to have an aneurysm. Right there by the side of the road. I was actually concerned for his health! And, I was already concerned for his intelligence considering that he had actually thought that I was going to steal something.
I was far too young to realize that the best thing I could have done would have been to grab for his gun, right there by the side of the road, and remind him that he with statistically likely to be very suicidal—and if he hasn't eaten his own bullet by now, I bet he wishes he had. Hey, f*** you, dude. Obviously, I know a setup what I see one.
It was several years later before I realized that I had been, essentially, emotionally assaulted by some thug in a stolen police uniform. I bet his friends still on the force today (because of course what other career path would some f******* thug who threatens a minor child with a gun while trying to trick a confession out of one have before him? He's probably coercing a prostitute right now) are really grateful that he created the monster they have on their hands and have made for themselves today.
You ever seen “True Romance”? That guy at the end, who says, “hey, by the way I never told you I hate cops!” and then sprays the room with machinegun gunfire? I AM THAT GUY.
Except... I'm a pacifist. (See above, re: “f*** you, Buddy.”) (PROT) is beyond f*****. This goddam s***** n***** is still calling me every week on the DL trying to get information out of me and I could give a s***. (It's f****** 2022 and I'm still getting calls from this f****** n*****. Let that shit sink in.) Every goddam time, I laugh at him and hang up, or he screams at me and hangs up, or we have a delightful conversation and then he disappears for days or weeks and then he comes back all pissed off because something that I told him didn't work out the way he thought it was going to for him—him and his ilk— and their stupid Special Piggy, Special Shitbag Needs, because surprise; I don't tell him s*** so that he can f*** me over.
I tell him s*** because he's the only one who calls. (The latest cracker squaw they got from The Office Of Police Defence won't even give me her email address. Not even to her lingerie drawer; it's a little private joke we have together.) And (PROT) is the only one who calls, because this goddamn shady f****** n***** has his f****** fingers on the f****** control system of the whole f****** global telecommunication system.
No one else calls me, no one else writes me, no one else sends me mail, I don't get s*** or jack except from the same f****** douchebag who supposedly had a goddamn order of sexual protection for 10 f****** years starting all ass f****** year.
Don't let that sink in. Just let it roll off your f****** back because this is the reason why your whole f****** world is coming down around your shoulders— JUSTICE.
Meanwhile, I am untouched, insulated, and inconsolable. F*** the lot of you; f*** you all.
This isn't my goodbye speech, and isn't that too fucking bad for you? My expected day of expected reckoning, previously scheduled at the ninth day of the ninth month at 9:00 a.m., was rescheduled for me (with neither consultation nor discovery) until the 22nd day of the 11th month of the 22nd year after the 2000th.
These f****** chumps have no f****** case, and I'm perfectly happy to sit here alone in my (c|k)unty (c|k)ountry kitchen until these jackals figure out what they need to do: FUCKING SUBMIT TO GODDAM AUTHORITY. At this point they're probably wishing they could find a way to hold a Policeman's Ball and then embezzle the funds to hire me a shyster on the side so at least there would be somebody who could be bribed... but surprise, I don't need to have an of this over in a hurry.
It's a complete and total shitsplat carnival three ring circus shitshow, and here it is drawing nigh on 11 months later, and I plan on just getting and staying drunk, playing Dark Souls IV the entire time.
Any questions? Just ask me directly; I don't have an attorney, that chode h*** on TV just pretends to be one while she sweeps everything under the rug. Maybe she needs a better broom to go with her robes and slammy stick.
it's fucking poetry. *click*
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I will seduce your dog and hunt your cat.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1582585149849763840
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“Any”? Look, I'm not buying that you wouldn't still make a passable bagman.
I meant good career choices, not the hundreds of menial and meaningless jobs I've had over the years. Cold Call Salesman, that was the worst by a mile.
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I meant good career choices
Here's the thing about career bagmannery--you make it a year, you end up very nearly an apex predator.
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What if you wake up one day and everything just goes all to hell? Speaking personally here.
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What if you wake up one day and everything just goes all to hell? Speaking personally here.
Doom Wednesday. Solid.
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https://youtu.be/pRZz83y87NU
I don't even care if there even was any Godot. Let that sink in.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1582962893435604994
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Well I recorded a 7-hour podcast chunk
I keep forgetting to do important things like upload 7 hours of excruciatingly relevant double entendres, yellow taxicab confessions, and Mrs. Paul explaining it all, mostly because when I get to the part where I think that the intro goes, I think, Honey, how many times does 5 minutes go into 7 hours?
well, probably just this once, I started off talking about a particularly exciting story and I found myself able to roll it around and loop it back quite a bit without duplicating partly any of it and have it sound quite pleasing to my own ears, I don't say a nagger too many times but I do use quite a lot of salty language—I'm thinking to call it “Salty McSaltypaws”—and then I don't even know what to put in front of it, because it's not anything like 5 minutes. I should find the sound of a fuckin’ speedin’ fuckin’ bullet. Or, really, I kinda already have.
Speaking of which, do you people remember when I told you that I was being poisoned? Distinctly, a separate concept from “toxified,” which is all the rage amongst the cognizanti these days, and yeah I'm going to quickly tell you that while I may not have been poisoned, per se... I feel a lot better and I am a lot more effective of a communicator when I don't have poison in me. look, what I'm trying to say is that in this rough and tumble doggy dog world of global logistics, purity of your supply logistics changes is fairly important to deal with, and it may well have been that a certain someone needed help analyzing that, or it could very well have been somebody who's just, you know, making up a shaggy dog story to go out and do two coordinated byes and one (1) get the fuck out and push. (3 years in advance there was time to get this understood, but it just never came up? your husband, is a fucking retard. and if I had no need existed at the time I would have understood the help you needed a stake in the heart and two loaded baked potatoes in the back of the head, my hand to God what the fuck was that fucking douchebag doing and why were you lot not telling me the existed what was he going to do? kill you? would that be you open your mouth and said the words hey Jack I'm married or would that be when the man threatening to kill you for telling me that he existed understood that I knew a piece of information that I didn't know before and in fact still don't know to this day? is this getting complicated for you? because it is for me, and I could use a little help figuring it out like at what point did you think I was going to stop giving you help after the initial ask cuz I don't think that helping you lose weight is exactly the help I'm giving you here. If anything, it's loose bait. Naga gon’ ask Sourceror Help, naga gon’ get Sourceror Halp. (Kosher Halp available for members of The Sith Covenant, D.O.M.B. A modest fee service upgrade and two small white children between the ages of 7 and 12 for members of The Sith, 9 and 19 for members of the First Tie of the Tucker Star, and for anybody who can reach over the door jamb to the hidden windowsill and grab the lead lined baseball bat stashed away there, coz like, that's all the help you're ever gon' need. (just melt down the lead into hemlock and let me drink it out of a warm gun-shaped crucible that'll be close enough.) And you know I was going to help you... and I still am, along with everybody else.
So I guess somebody really did need help, and I really probably ought to have gone looking for myself. And, that's why, immediately after Christmas Eve, Christmas day, which is a day that bondsmans are closed but I couldn't get out until after 3 days anyway, because Jesus Built My States domestic violence custody laws—like I was doing the ballistic trajectory advanced place cement baseboard math as the lasagna glass arced gracefully down to the floor to which it was thrown, in ominous portent, as the pre-move to the knife-pull... not the last-ever, I'm sure, but the Last-One I've seen—and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was not going to be staying in this home that night, that Christmas Eve night, no I was going to be giving myself the gift of a perp walk to the briar patch.
I wish I knew if that had been a surprise to the alleged Crimestoppers Phone-in Caller before she announced that she had had enough—land sakes!—that was it—I, sweaty ganache—was going to go to jail. Not in 2 hours, NO! RIGHT THEN AND THERE!
(following the 72-minute Striding Hungarian Stadium Standoff STAND DOWN and part-time King Kong conga line nuclear disco dance floor creeper creeper show, which I, for one, saw through the lens of red blood vessels engorge with retinal chromatic blood rushing through them, making them pulse, plus like Roxanne's red light. JAIL. JAIL. JAIL.)
I hope that she still remembers that at one point she thought that she was in charge of the plan that night, but I had been formulating my homecoming response ever since the day before when I thought to myself holy shit what the fuck is that I bet that's got legs, and then I carefully drove around and end up taking a ferry cross over to Seattle and driving to my mom's house and park in front of it and sleeping in the driver side bucket seat, while the passenger side upcheck and seat had I think two phones three batteries and a Bluetooth speaker, all run down out of power by morning, in a car with no cigarette lighter adapter for USB power.
And, while I wasn't sure of what such a circumstance might it be to be completely useful to be completely out of power on my electronic cellular service GPS tracking devices, but it sure comes in honey that day, that day being Christmas Eve Day, and I wake up around 8:00 or 9:00 or 10:00 a.m. and I figure this out I don't know remember how actually, I think it took a while to find a clock because I didn't have any power to start my car cuz I burned out my headlights too, usually you burn out the battery on leaving the lights on right but this time, I had burned out the battery on plugging in three cell phones into three usb chargers into one cigarette lighter oh wait, that's the other adapter. Let's change cameras.
I didn't really want to be home as late as possible on Christmas Eve that day, but it ended up that I got there very nearly as late as it would probably be that day, and when I rolled up it was just coming on sunset magic hour, and there, on the porch, striding magnificently towards the kitchen door as I walk towards the porch: LEVIATHAN.
I tend to make communication contact before levias and steps into the house, Leviathan ignores me completely and walks straight in, shuts the door, in a very obviously in my face way, as I'm only 5 or 10 seconds behind, I'm not running not yet but I am walking purposefully and I do want to talk to the person I missed her I love her I was hoping something more pleasant would happen than what did happen, although it's hard to imagine any moment more pleasant then the disarming of a battle knife and the boot-stamping burial of an Eldritch blade. actual shivers. huge XP bonus. site of future arrest, in fact the next time I returned to the place, on the silver standby, I tried to find it real quick and I didn't figure where is it all and I didn't want to make the Thugs In Bugs wait—oh hell no, they might have to take a piss, think of the jewels—so the second time I went back, I was staring at the back of the Peahouse garden, wondering when kittens turned into cocks, and then I was wondering when missing knives turned into suddenly appearing deputies, I'm like wow they have this fucking place tasked with a satellite from Chloe? I guess when this place is surveillance they really mean serve.
so I guess somebody would know how many people were there, because I can't at least two I think one was hiding in the shower stall at one point, because there was a lot of back and forth in and out and slamming of noises on walls and screaming and that was just the preamble, but I want occasion when she broke off assault to run into the bathroom I heard her talking on the phone to somebody and I thought to myself well that's a lot of presence of mind, to create an artificial narrative and to be chili focused on the use of a cell phone to call somebody to record something who would do such a thing, and how is it that she has such a hot sister? Because although I wasn't seeing double, I am a Paladin Sourceror married to a tripartite being, least I was, I swear to Christ I have no idea what I am right now, other than crazy fried electrified with the anticipation of providing open testimony on the witness stand in regards to the night The Kingpinner went down on Salty “Angle: made” Marmalade: The Deliberate User Of Old Cold Code Phrases That Mean: It's Showtime.
I seem to remember that the first trial date was scheduled for May 6th, I believe. I remember that one easily is the same day as my friend's birthday, my good friend's birthday my close personal friend's birthday the birthday of the being that I believe was used as the template of a ghast, some four months later, cuz of course I'm still here looking forward to trial currently I don't know fucking when, I have no idea. Will there even be one?
One? Shit, nigga—dey gon be two (2) trials! and I wonder, if both of them put together will ever be as long as the 7 hours and 12 minutes of podcast that I got coming up whenever I get around to remember where the fucking phone is and uploading it, I got you know I got shit to do with people I got an actual life fuel, you know people anyway yeah I got something coming, I remember I liked it when I listened to it before but I was days ago and then I kind of lost interest in time and space and consequences for personal actions, like telling dispatch that she thought I was trying to kill her when literally 7 seconds before she had said you're going to jail and before that I had said, “maybe we should call a crisis line?” I had just slipped on some lasagna and fall into one knee in my ass and I was kind of giggling with relief because I had just dodged a potentially thrown claw hammer which seemed to me to be an escalation to which I did not want to engage in, she was ready to end over and boom and we know how she is with sticks have a clawsticks... even better. Shawsticks, Broomsticks, t(Tummysticks, this chick could do it all... except, stick to the “wait until Friday” schedule which it clearly been sticker taped to the Frigidaire door spoons.
Because standards. Anyway, why wait untill Friday, how could that have been any different? Well, for one thing, that was The Deal, and thus, one would not be subsequently facing The Wheel.
Like, why even bother to negotiate a schedule if it's just going to be renegotiated again as soon as the other party walks off-stage? well, life gets pretty complicated sometimes if you don't stop to look around and shuffle up the balls and cups a few times, the mark's are going to start to figure out where the peanut butter is coming from.
“Jaaaaack... Jaaaaack, I need heeeeelp...” Hey, here's an idea, have you tried calling the police? oh, I know you did call the police, but have you tried calling the police? oh, well, I can see from the puzzled look on your face you don't understand my point so just do whatever the hell you want, you will anyway, did you just want to feel like you've been patted on the head coz like I can do that too, but not without feeling like I've been condescended to.
like how I feel when I notice that I've been handed something filled with the shit, tainted with poisons, loaded with toxins, and obviously part of a balanced set up to a nutritious breakfast... if that's not clear enough for you let me put it this way you need help all right, but not losing (blank) but with: following directions.
As the plan’s been rescheduled several times since then when was this 2019 yeah end of, first you need help being reminded not to fucking screen on my face all the fucking time with every fucking breath you take just coz like, I'm talking about a person you FUCKING know and were not telling me the truth about, and wow doesn't that narrow down the list for you? Let's change lists of labors of Hercules.
right now, I'm helping by practicing my preamble(s) to my various canned speeches used to dramatically reenact certain key critical crux events in time, like what I remembered talking to you in front of two deputies and your son who had asked not to be there and the deputies didn't care they fucking told me specifically the kid be in the back and then I walked in the room and he's in the middle of the house and I didn't want if I had known he was there I would have I would have come back later but I couldn't find out who was there cuz I couldn't call cuz I couldn't contact so it was the choice of the littler thuggy hitter, to ensure that as I strolled through my home noticing the cleanup in the kitchen was really done quite well, but I'm under some societal pressure while these three gents watch me trade barbs with the woman who's seemingly quite pissed at me, and for what I have no idea cuz I saved her fucking life, where did you think you would have gone if you would have gone to jail? Barbados! (the answer is always Barbados) Lady, you were such a heavy liability, now what do you think would have occurred if I had called the police myself without disarming you? well you wouldn't have come towards me I wouldn't have come towards you they would have walked in the door seen you at the knife see me with no lasagna on my hands and asked me if I needed to get it pickup receipt for her, and then they would have marched you out the door and then they would have taken you I don't know where and I never would have seen you again. instead, you were right there on the couch when I got back, hollering at me about something pissy thinking you were all that telling me about how your house is not my house and you paid for it with wait, what?
Whoops.
(okay, perhaps there wasn't a plan to kill you, and I have no such knowledge of any such plot at the present time. nevertheless, that was my impression for several days prior to the incident and from now until the day I die I will believe it with all of my heart: they were just going to remove you from the game board, and I'm sure they would tell you that you would see your kid again, because you would, from on high, sitting with me on the couch looking at the pile of broken lasagna on the kitchen floor wondering where mommy's hospital is, because remember he was going to be there in 2 days so they were taking you away and you would have never come back and then two days later your kid shows up where's mom and I'd be like, yeah, I don't know, good question, and here's another one, which is more likely: that your mother didn't have a soul in the first place, or God just can't find it anywhere else besides Leavenworth? (Heraldic standards.)
“can't seem to find her,” is usually the answer given from a telephone receptionist shortly for being hung up on in these circumstances, I rather those, because in these circumstances those that which being those we are found in today, you're a little too high profile to just be mortally disappeared. (Remember_The_Allislomo @Twitter.) I mean of course I haven't seen you, but it was easy to take me away from you, magical financing in your perfect penmanship and your cock-a-doodle-doo Limbo dance. (If you really are not sure if I know everything or not, why aren't you writing it down in a letter? is this another one of those I can't remember that I'm married kind of things, or is it one of those oh I remember what to tell you but if I read it down and give it to you then they'll kill me later kind of things?
Let me break it down for you: everything you're worried about that you think I don't know about I've already almost certainly taken care of. Almost. /flex you're welcome. that's what unpaid man serving handymans with a blank check price on their head are here for: surreptitiously displayed brand new cell phone with three different new numbers written down on a Post-It note stuck to the side. oh how the memories of calling as yet identified numbers, saying hello, and getting unceremoniously hung up on come flooding back blackjack paddy whack backpack I need a bone to pick with you. because there's lots of ways to communicate crucial information and apparently there aren't any for me from anywhere they need to be delivered by Special Communication Privileges. (in other words, you're content to keep me as ignorant as possible of everything, which is a piece of information I did not have before, and I am now as ignorant as possible as I can be about everything I don't know about diplomacy that I didn't learn from your pastor husband.) (Sup.) See? I told you: WE ARE IN LOVE, DAVID. THIS IS HAPPENING,
WEATHER
I come on the other hand or not, although with the publication of my next 7 hour and 15 minute magnum opus, that just might change, so you just might actually miss me when I'm gone, not just the back-pasted "kick me" sign with 3D rotoscoped etching "kill me" add-on, perfect for any holiday stocky stuffer except those for ants. Their feet are too small to have socks to put anything decent size in them, and I'm already dead inside so don't bother.
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Okay, Darling Peoples. This is looking real good at this stage. Sure, it looks like a fucked-off tangled up in blue spaghetti scheisseries and covered in waffles'n'cigars sauce--but, if you know quality produce and you have met my Fruitier -and- know the current secret toteshake, you'll know that is Irving's special this week. So really, a good omen. (Looks messy, tastes worse, from what I've heard. /totesshrug You know you're still going to throw it in a blender and guzzle it down, because what else are you gonna do, go back to flossing and brushing? Bwhaahaha, yah, right.)
Now, the matter at hand: my debrief. You may know it as "a podcast." Pffft. What a dumb name. What a silly anachronism. Let's change floppy disk drive assignment letters... no, you can't have a floppy disk drive assigned to D. (Standards.) Why would you even want a floppy D drive? Think, McTavisham Emme V, think.
Anyway, I have a 460MB .mp3 file with the audio of the 7hour jamfest slamtossed pastry party. (Go bionic bears, they're gonna tear Steve Austin's arms and legs off and beat him to death with them right after they get the hibernation sleep out of Fergie's cornflakes--just in case we all, one day, have to get her together to get her shit together too/as\well; which looks to be an increasingly more likely to be necessary future event these days, in my view from here. What is this, the fuckin' Apocalypse or something? Someone get these fucking kids on my lawn so they can start mowing it--the old-fashioned way, by sharing a set of George Washington's dentures as a pair of grass clippers without a written schedule--mowing by rote, Kids. That's how they wanted to do it in my day, too, and now, that is how they do it, enjoy, Baby.) Now, stay with me here--I know this all seems completely insensible. Well, it is, mostly... except, with The Key, you unlock Our Knowledge.
We'll get around to unlocking My Grapefruit in the future. She's not my area, and of course: EMERGENCY. (Sorry Baby, it's like this: with special mendacity comes special privileges, and just keep those knickers twisted tight, believe it or not, I'm not walking on air at all, and this shit is -still- working. And, while D.I.D. looks like a great disorder to have for anyone interested in a lively, rip-rousing career in hosting children's balloon-animal knot-tying parties, number one, I'm not going to one of those parties ever again, myself. Not after last time. Not without an ice-cold six-pack of AnonHomonKuli and a dirty ashtray to use for my own needs, because I fuckin' guarantee you, there won't always be dead rats lying around all over the place for you to kick around and/or put your cigarette butts out in forever. Not like the old days. Not anymore. Not with those new bi-racial purity laws that have just been introduced in Roppongi West Park Place, they're fuckin' brutal what they're doing with acetone and rubber truncheons, just for one (1) violation. Ugh. Right up the bum. And with not just a twist--TWO (2) TWISTS. (What if I told you... The Andromeda Strain was merely a phasers-set-to-sniffle dress rehearsal, and all those elephants in the room, they're all about to shit out actual Trojan Horses instead of just whore's manicure supplies with extra manure?
Imagine the smell. That's a lot of burnt latex, there's probably only 19 or 23 usable prophylactics left out of a shipping container that once held a full thousand bulk-count-condoms'n'femidoms w/attached bunker buster barbershop pole attacher attachements, and, boy! Howdy! Let's hold off on the rushing pell-mell to thoughts and talks of coitus for minute, okay? (I mean, yeah, flattered, but I'm at work right now, and isn't that the sound of Hell freezing over? Or is it... the ice cracking and the Olympic rising up to float on the backs of sweetly mournful violin music again. It really could be both, frankly, as I guess someone is creating a new oubliette dimension (new, like the 'new' McD.L.T. /groan), which is great news for Team Advantage. (Hot side: smokin'.) Which just reformed. (Cold side: Also smokin'. Because I.C.E. is burnt.) Hi, Team. You -are- awesome. Keep those prayers and thoughts going, they're what's fueling the communication circle I'm monitoring right now, which is all that I got on my team's side right now. That I know of. (The sobbing tears of the damned are not gonna fuel my empire, Jesus, Tom, are you nuts? I don't run on louche, I am a human being, goddam it, I run my life on sex, drugs, and magickally delicious arcane rituals that, I swear on my life that I love and all within it... well, damn. I'm your basic badass Sourceror, right? Well, maybe you haven't noticed yet, but I think a few people have, and when they find out that I was that -before- I became a Magickal Being -myself,- well, maybe they'll start tackling the horrendous, creeping scourge of functional illiteracy in the NYC public school system, and if they can start with teaching frogs to shit out little bottles of imported French absinthe and educate them in the basic chemistry required, and the precison aiming necessary to get them to fill up those little bottles with their own piss, I guess teaching major assholes and corporal punishment corporate bastard shitbags and their attached bags of shit to READ A FUCKING BOOK ONCE IN A WHILE might actually be proven possible. And, with Proof, you unlock a great deal of Federal funding, so, I'd fuckin' get out there in the streets carrying signs and start crossing picket lines to get those little frogs pissin' right, real good aim is not what is required, because it's just easier to fill the bottles with teeny-tiny eyedroppers after coercively forcing all the frogs to piss into a PET-5 plastic bucket or kiddy pool or something that can hold Rainbow Frog Piss. At least, that's what I would do. Holy shit, can I get a change of witnesses? I'm fucking dyin' out here, all alone on The High Ground, which is -fine,- but with no one here to acknowledge how pretty I am while doing all this... does anything even fucking matter? No. No, it does not, because when the audience is numb to the speed of light and squared, they become pure energy. And, no one wants that, unless it comes for free and works it's own tugboats without cryin' up a storm every goddam time. (I know, right? I'm exhausted myself, just thinking about it. And the writing it down? Wew la, talk about tribulations.) Remember when all of all y'all thought that all of what I was doing here was just about getting laid? Well, it really never was, but sure, I like sex, but that's just how I remember it, maybe I fuckin' hated it for all I know at this point, because while OpFors may have completely shut down my sex'n'social life... I'm still getting fucked back to life every morning with the sweet caress of God's love, most everything else here is improving in its conditions substantially, and it's not like I need to fertilize any eggs these days. So, what was the problem with giving me a girl to be friends with? How, exactly, has burning the midnight oil all day except Taskmaster Tuesday helped anyone at all here? I'll say this again: I AM TOTALLY HAPPY, AND THINGS (FOR ME) ARE GETING BETTER ALL THE TIME. Whomsoever is running this chickenshit outfit should just start dressing up as Bill Paxton for Halloween and claiming he wants to give Kevin Spacey a free blowjob, because that would be far more effective for everyone than continue to target myself, The Individual Known As Jackstar, because at this point, aren't I like some kind of fuckin' demi-god or some such shit? I mean, okay: cool. Real cool. How about a voiceprint and a rebuilt flex capacitor and a long tall glass of just fucking kill me with fire, for fuck's sake already? Seems like that would have been easier by far, than whatever this is. (Zero standards. ZERO.) Now remind me again why anyone thought robbing me would be a good idea? Because you made the attempts, but you didn't get the booty, and that's me. Look at me.
I AM THE BOOTY NOW. LOOK UPON MY ALLIES, AND DESPAIR. FOR I HAVE WON THE GREAT GAME (Again? Losers.) and I don't even have time for this shit, so I'm gonna pass all that over to HER, and I'm going back to WORK. (I'm fuckin' telling you, I'm a workaholic, I took a Vow of Poverty, and I am not meant to be left alone this long. So, thanks. I guess that proves it. They're dead, I'm dead, we're all dead. Hi, how are you? (I'm not even high. I just want a hug.)
You know, it's a hell of a thing, having a team without a veteran team leader. So, I suppose I might disband Team Advantage and reform as Team Kuczi, but, there is no 'i' at the end of 'team' so that's just... well, it doesn't work that way. Because of the serifs. Anyway, what I'm saying here is simply this: mood is improving. (Artificial Memories Of Actual Hugs: Implant(s) successful.) I mean, I'm not hopeless. I'm just... you know, dead inside. It's fine. I'm dead outside too, remember? (Please clap.)
Teamwork is triumphing. (Everyone who just lost a hand--well, I guess you can get back to work now, or would you like some more time off to "celebrate?" Take your time. Think it over. It's not like there's an EMERGENCY going on or anything, nope, not at all. Obviously any pretext for violating my civil rights will do, so go ahead, do it. DO IT. MAKE MY DAY.) I'm the only one left working (*polite_cheer*) and everyone else who was ever identified as my friend and/or lover is dead and/or missing, but, whatever. Good times for you, though.) I'm being held quasi-incommunicado in what amounts to totestotal solitary perspective confinement while my actual life essence dribbles away and I don't even fucking care--I'm having the time of all times here, this the best year of my life, frankly... especially compared to pre-public carnival sideshow shitsplat school--but if you could have accomplished that without burning through BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN LOST EQUITY AND PRODUCTIVITY in exchange for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING EXCEPT MAKING ME FEEL REALLY GOOD ABOUT MYSELF (I so do. Totesreally. Totesthanks.) that would have been even better. And, look, I'll be honest here: you could have just given me twenty bucks and the phone number to Mc. Hammertime's Pizza Carnival Shitshow Parlor w/NO_SPLAT (Guaranteed!) and I would have just handed everything over and made a phone call right before (hopefully not) just eating a bullet... or, perhaps even better, perhaps even worse, eaten a slice of Mc. Hammertime's Hemlock Pizza, curled into a fetal position under a rock, and waited silently for my sad, pathetic, worthless life to quietly extinguish itself. No fuss, no bother, and no "my God--what have we done???" for you to all chew your dentures down to dust on... which is, pretty much, what we got here today. And by "we" I mean all of you, because me, well, I ignored all the false paths strewn with false glitter that had been set down and cast before me--and months and months ago, I chose to ignore all that cockypoop, put my head down to -work,- and charged forward, oxen hooves and mules 'n' bows flyin', and hey--LOOK AT ME, MA!--here I am, out through to the other side. I have broken through. I am out the other side. Don't just listen to me roar, fuckin' rip an .mp3 of a bootleg CD with my debriefs on it after shoplifting it from a seedy swap meet vendor in Old Town Prague, remix it to a perfect drum-beat loop, and crank it until all the windows in your city explode. Like in Fight Club. Which, on balance, was a pretty okay flick, but for real entertainment, you should try what I've been doing for myself for years now--Fight Life. It's real. It's awesome. It's ME. FIGHT ME. FIGHT TO LIVE. LIVE TO FIGHT. WITH LIBERTY AND VIGILANCE FOR ETERNITY. ("Get a job." Uhm, okay, maybe later... can I think about it? I think I hear my mommy calling me, I gotta jam soon. Thanks for the advice tho, Mr. Mackey, hey you got any pressurized butane you can sell me? No, thanks, the free advice was enough a gift, Champ--I'll pay for it. No worries. And now, no lorries. You need what you got for you and your family, huh? Awwww, shucks. Tell Richter when you see him at the party, "this all on you," because he'll know that you're goddam right, because it is.) Now, I know that sounds like a long tall order of a big pitcher of glass bullshit with cornerstone foundation blocks used in place of ice cubes, but I simply started much earlier than all of you--at literacy, at least--and I started out with way less than most of you--I didn't even -want- boobs and a penis, and now here I am saddled with the hooker that came with at least two of those, and I can't even get a firm handshake and a warm smile unless I stand naked in front of a mirror and bend my limbs just right and hold my breath. AND I FUCKING LOVE IT. And you probably will too, at least, once the seizures stop coming on every time you put your head down to go to sleep. (Maybe try saying your prayers before bed out loud for once? Just a suggestion, and/or vice versa.) For I have laid the groundwork, and most of you all saw it happening, and even if you didn't, it is obvious to all, that Some Thing Is Happening. By now, I'm as lost as all of you on what that might be, but unlike any of you all, not only am I Imperator, not only am I a star, but I am about to be exonerated at trial. TWICE. I'm not gonna lie, I'm so excited about the building anticipation I'm feeling creeping up my spine, I might just give my sphincter a hall pass and literally shit my pants before getting up to go to my corner office the next time I feel a bowel twinge, just to clear the air in the room and to give me an excuse to dance a little victory jig on my way to the shitter. I mean, yeah, I'll have to change my pants after I get around to getting up and walking to the John to go shit on it, because I can't teleport and I am literally writing here about actual pants that are being evacuated into with my/your body's own fecal matter produced by my/your will alone and set in motion via the holy power of gravity and the anal sphincter tension being released in one swift libertine movement--but, this is a very exciting time for Humanity. This calls for a celebration of epic scale and liquid Scope, which if you're like me, you have stockpiled in the bathroom, because nothing will change your dirty, filthy, shitty pants into a tie-dye toga party faster than a sudden flood of mouthwash down the back with Scope. My hand to God. Try it and see! Hell's bells, I can't believe a majority of you aren't doing this on the daily -already.- I mean, I know, most of you here are new and still wet behind the ears, but, still. The potential benefits are obviously game-changing to the entire "I just shit my pants!" culture, and that's what the fingertips of today's youth are pressing themselves to the pulse of: culture.
And I saw a picture of Young Allie last month. (DISH.) Oh, sure, different passport, different birthday, different flesh. But still. My Grapefruit. Looked about 23, if that. And what can I tell you... *gulp* she looked like that, huh? I can see why anyone who knew her that long ago, considered me to be not worthy of her, as that ass and those legs were walking away from the camera, and that hair was mostly down to cover the top part of that butt, but nothing was gonna hide that bubble, and I've never seen maximal cankimals like that before -in my life.- I couldn't figure out if I wanted to cry that I would never see the old one again, or cheer that abducting, raping, and strangulating the life out of that salty motherbitch was obviously worth it, hot damn! And if her kids don't agree, well, you know, obvious bias, fuck them, I'll go choke the life out of them until they see their error in judgement -for free,- just shred the NO CONTACT orders and give me my gun rights back first, and I'm on it. (This is assuming that she's forgotten all about their existence, like most smoking hot 23yo mothers do after getting their superpowers back when they climb out of their crashed interplanetary ballistic bastard missile and find themselves on Earth. Like Kal-El. That's what she's like. Except, you know, actually attractive and will instantly pulverize your prick with 50,000lbs of torque-crush strength if you happen to still be in there when she has a coital/cloacal orgasm. You have been warned. That's what she's like. And someone will have to think of a new cover ID for her than "mild-mannered reporter," because, obviously, she's functionally illiterate, so no one will buy it, but I suppose since she's also pretty far from "mild-mannered" anyone who points out this inconsistency within earshot will be swiftly executed via well-aimed throwlog, maybe with some mustard on it, maybe not, but either way, this woman could take out Superman with her Final Form's Arm, left -or- right, so who's the pussy now, Superbitch?) I guess I know what she was trying to convey, all those times she complained about how she looked in a mirror these days. "Sweety, you're beautiful!" She'd just roll her eyes at me. Well, now I see why. And, I'm actually underselling it here. I told you she was gonna come back, and, well, she did. I'm not real disappointed that she didn't come straight to me after arriving, but I figured, you know, I'm a fucked-off tepid-at-best-but-once-hot-mess living under 24/7 surveillance due to NO CONTACT EMERGENCY, so, I didn't think it was an invite to brunch on 9/9 at 9am I was gonna get, but now that I see what she looks like now, well, I might as well just neck myself while wanking it one last time, because obviously, I am over the hill as 49 yo man, and what do I have to look forward to now? Turning fifty? I don't even know if I can turn at fifty-five, let alone, host a birthday party for myself and all of my friends, and by which I mean to say: I have nothing left to live for, as all my life goals have been achieved, and if Grapefruit Alpha Omega Prime and/or any of Her associated tulpas are ever reported missing, I'll obviously be the #1 suspect on the list and will be subjected to IMMMEDIATE arrest. THey won't wait for Christmas. Fuck no. This is serious business. The Powers That Be have just been playing around thus far, I mean, she used to be an old woman with a bent-cane and a old gasoline can to carry her pearls around in, she disappeared, she couldn't boil coffee to make motor oil anymore, who cares? (Besides me? I wouldn't know, they're not allowed to talk to me either.) But now... if That_Goddess ever goes off grid under suspicious circumstances again, there will be no punches left unpulled. A global lockdown will be initated and they will be pulling my fingernails out while wiping down an ancient waterboard found in a polio museum, just to make me know that they -really- want me to suffer and die and know that my life has no meaning... because if she's gone, where's your Divine shielding and what does it do now, huh? I didn't invent Divine shielding, I did the other one, but the posses and the lynch mobs won't care. I got away with being a boorish, loud-mouthed, braggadocious bastard and asshole frontin' for a Magical Amazonian Being frontin' has a big fat old lady, and once was enough for all of that--even for me! I am -not- going through another rescue op again for any more produce, be it fruit nor vegetable. I have had ENOUGH. Hoi polloi paid for blood, hoi polloi gonna get blood, and if I could jump out, turn around, and help to pull out my own fingernails in order to bring about the sweet release of death, well, I fuckin' would in a heartbeat of staccato drum beats that sounds like the laughter of the Gestapo, if one listens real hard while the wind is blowing just right. So tired. So, so tired. So tried, I can't even muster up the energy to be sad. Soon, sweet release of death. How can I be unhappy under these circumstances? Garcon! Is it ready yet? Take me to... my own private waterboard, because my soul is ready and my body can't stop itself from remembering that it never looked as good as hers -or- could ever remember having a foreskin or what that would have felt like, so... go to sleep on the water, board the timeship, and just send me Home. She likes it here so much, she can stay here as long as she likes, I wanna go where ALL the girls look like that and NONE of them know my name or the names of any famous g*y-bashing pedophiles, and to me, well... that really would be Heaven.
Actual Divinity, actual flesh. That's who I was slobber-knocking around for 5 years with while she wore spandex on her granny-flesh, huh? I am clearly understanding the need that might have been felt by some to have been a moral imperative, to crush my family, take "back" my Grapefruit, and remove the wicked hex that had removed her shapeshiting powers and her true memories from her, and allowed her to portray her true physical form once again. Really, I was keeping her held prisoner by her Higher Self by indulging her belief that she was actually an old disabled HYOO-mon, wasn't I? Shit, I'm a right bastard. They should probably have a third trial for me, obviously that one will be the charm. Once this is all over, everyone will know that none of it really mattered to me, as I had already given up on my life before love came to town--again. And then it left, and she said she went with it, and I think that's why she didn't want me to go anywhere with her, because she only ever paid attention to me because I was the best possible beard and babysitter available... and all these shields I've got make me the perfect home accessory, a manservant that a vampire can feed off of forever and still have blood the next day--AND, not even turn into a vampire himself, which makes me ideally suited to keep any of her close personal friends from 4H alive, just in case any of them suddenly stop by for an EMERGENCY meeting of The (CLASSIFIED), which she had told me she had come to be the absolute ruler of, before she met me, during, as she called it, "The Ago." An obvious lie, but sometimes those are much prettier and all one needs to know. All one -wants- to know.
All one -should- know. Or, you know, she could have just told me the truth, but, that would have been difficult to then proceed with the plan to subject The Michael Kuczi Special Needs Trust to civil asset forfeiture, n'est-ce pas THAT'S FOR FUCKING SURE. But, I mean... okay, like, got-damn. I can see how someone who was getting a chance to hang out with That_Goddess and maybe even eat that ass with a knife and fork would be persuaded to believe that me and my family don't deserve jack or shit. Because you know what? Maybe she doesn't either, but even if we don't--that bubble and that brain and that blast-off ready mane of hair doesn't deserve to be homeless. Hell, I'm beginning to think I made a mistake by staying in Washington State. Maybe I should have shuffled off to Buffalo. Learned a craft. Plied a trade. Look, I didn't save the picture--time travel doesn't work that way--and I have no 'proof' that a newly ensouled Being emerged from the smoking wreckage of a crashed interplanetary total bastard missile was not just a tulpa of A.F. Shaw... but, you know what? I can't prove it wasn't her either, and I did say....
Ninth month. Ninth day. Where you at NEIN NEIN NIEN AYYY Mao? Auntie Em just converted to Maoism. Flyingmerkitty is back in the news. (Cholera.) And I'm sitting here alone in my own goddam house and I've made great strides of success in my own life, and yet now here I am and I am wondering... "shit, did I do the right thing at all by taking back The High Ground? Was I even defending My Family? Did I really have to put a bullet through the braincase of the other interplanetary bastard missile and leave that clone's biopod a smoking ruin on that asteroid?"
For the first time in a long, long while... well, I just don't know. I've come to a place of totesdummy stupidgasm, because maybe I shouldn't have just let Grapefruit's sister and her spooky thuggie hashishim assassin (I suggested she name him "Kato" and she just about scratched my eyes out--what, too soon?) stay here, and leave the big boy big bad big black truck here, and then I could have left. Just hit the road, and started walking. Where? Anywhere. Because, goddam, if that was Grapefruit at 23-ish, well, I can see why she's not able to convince herself that she is "beautiful" now, at something over a little bit twice that age in that photo I saw and then... stared at, for awhile. (I knew I couldn't keep it, or her.) Because, wow. (The kind of picture that makes me realize that I am actually not a very good writer, as I am not doing her any justice. It was her, and of course you don't believe me... for now. You'll see. I've already got little mice crawling all over the furniture here, and there's multiples visible at once. Soon, the witches will walk erect, once again.)
I mean, I still prefer the "mature" version, but, number one, I am obviously a monstrously gay faggot who should be first against the wall--NOW. NOT WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES. NOT IN TWO HOURS. RIGHT NOW, KUCZI, AND FUCK YOU, YOU KNOW YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE. (Dari Dee, perhaps an omniscient prophet.) Nevertheless, living is what I do, and I love her, and you know what, I am more than happy to let her go on and take that body and pretend I'm dead or whatever and then -not- file Federal RICO charges and have her hunted down and shot on the spot for treason.
Because I wouldn't want to skip a chance to look like that again either, if that's what I had looked like, half a lifetime ago. (I didn't look like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man at all, no... at least he had a smile.) However, I didn't. But, she did. AND: she deserves a new body anyway, she was supposed to get access to a crystal healing chamber, and then it was denied to her, and, come on, why? Who amongst us hasn't been blacklisted for life for smuggling crystal healing chamber components to Ganymede sewed onto the backs of the legs of French whores smuggled across interplanetary boundary lines in order to win a bar bet, as well as rake in UNCOUNTED AMOUNTS OF ILLEGALLY GAINED INCOME AND UNLAWFULLY TAXED WEALTH?
I mean, I haven't, but, then again, remember: Jackstar truly -is- a monstrous faggot, and a damned lazy one at that (look at me slacking here) you know it, I know it, MV knows it, fuckin' MV's children farting know it. (I bet they hear him cursing my name in his sleep, because I have so badly fucked things up for him and Li!, many times over the years, and I am sorry, I didn't mean to. Teehee! No really. Oops. Well, too fuckin' bad, *click*) See? I'm an asshole. And now, having said that, I now present to you... Options. (If anyone starts a drum roll, I will murder your children, replace them with MV's, and let you all figure out how to unscramble that mess while I use the drums to make hash, and if that seems a bit harsh, well, that's because it is, and the reason why is that, all I wanted was a voiceprint. And you wouldn't give it to me.
But, I get a drum roll? WTAF? I'd snap at that point, honestly, I just know it--that would be the end of my commitment to pacifism, so I would, being me, choose to go for the gusto, and leap -immediately- into child murder, child abduction, identity theft, and whittling drumsticks into functional hypodermic needles, as it is the way of My People. /shrug. Look, I'm not here to judge anyone. I'm just here tryna make it through holding on for just one more day, every day, until I can finally find out what I could have done differently to keep her children from finding out that I really meant it--this is My House. GTFO. Are you out on the porch? Keep going and look around at My Four Point One (1) Acres. Not really "green," are they? Yeah. Sigh. No, don't mow the lawn, just get off it, scram, beat it. Go home! Go home! That's where you belong! GO HOME (and download my podcast debrief)!
Which, needless to say, must be somehow distributed, and the MIB CDEN has been under some strain recently. Not only are there no users paying to support the Content DElivery Network, no one is giving the MIB a back massage, no foot rubs, no complimentary towing of cars to the nearest service center when hoodlums have vandalized the exhaust and taken the catalytic converter and the associated parts with them to my back porch and left them there, expecting to tinker a lawnmower together, because goddam it, why do I even make these debriefs? Kids today, they don't even listen to podcasts anymore. They don't even listen to anything at all! THEY BARELY EVEN HEAR THE SOUND OF THE DRUMS. And, that's a hammer beating the seeds 'n' pulp out of a canteloupe, and they cantelisten even that. Ugh. Anyway, these are my options, and they, at least, both -do- suck:
#1) To upgrade the sideloading account that I've been using in the past to be able to handle a clip over seven (7) hours in length, it's $149.95 (HOLY SHIT WAT WAT WAT??). Now, it's not that I can't afford to pay that--although, right now, I can't, as I've allowed my bank account to drain itself down to $4 and some change (Budget crisis. Everyone who knows where to get a job, dig up precious metals in coinage, or find dudes with dicks ready to practice fellatio on -for free- suddenly disappeared, I'm thinking another Rapture maybe, right? Anyway, I am -not- paying dudes with dicks money to have -me- suck -their-dicks, just so I can get started practicing, just to get my foot in the door. That's a nope. I draw the line right there, as it turns out, no way, Boy. Hey, here's an idea, I'll just cut my own dick off and mount it to a pedestal bolted to the floor in front of the fireplace, because you know things have gotten bad when a 7 hour video on YouTube is something marketers think people will pay $150 for, and I can't even find someone to engage in fellatio with for free. I'm talking... I do the work, -and- I gotta do all the pay? Yeah, don't just chop the balls, chop the whole power triad, starting from the tip and going in all the way past the pubic bone, to the river mouth, where the freshest, youngest spermatazoa gather in gleeful, peaceful assembly, and don't even warn them, right? Just start snipping it off at the tippity-tip, and when the snips get down to the base of the shaft, where you'll be taking either a hard-left or a hard-righter turn there to get around the hard, wright scrote, well, believe me, at that point, I'll tell ya, if these spermatazoa could talk, they'd be fuckin' screaming their frustration at max energy, like Yuri Andropov coming down from orbit... wait, wait. That's not him. Who was that Russian cosmonaut, who got sent up in a spacecraft that was -known to be not ready to fly,- but they put him up in there anyway, because they needed a Space up there to look good for Khrushchev's visit to the laboratory's gas station, which it must be said, probably wasn't even a very nice gas station, but that's Soviet Russia for you, nothing but standards, never ever met, and once that dude in the spacesuit in the spacecraft that wasn't even done being built yet went up, he was never gonna come back down as anything but dead. You can hear him on the radio, screaming at the rocket scientists who put him up there, because when he pushed the button marked "RE-ENTRY PARACHUTE" there were absolutely no white flags wooshing out to save him by slowing his fall. There weren't any flags at all! Why even go up without a flag? But even then, if I were him, and I had $150 on me (I know, I know, they used rubles back then, like all filthy pinko commies, but stay with me here), I would still whip out that paper money and try to sew them into a parachute on the way down, because at least that would be a good way to spend $150 before you die, and in my view... spending that same money on upgrading the MIB CDEN to videos over 7 hours in length is probalby not worth it. And also, I've only got $4. (*polite_dwindling_scream*) See? I'm dead, or about to be, and I didn't even get raped last night. These End Times deprivations really suck for me... I mean, uhm... yeah. Okay so that is Option One. Ready for Option Two?
I chop off the first two hours, upload that, sit down on the crapper with my pants rolled up, put my head between my legs, and kiss my ass goodbye before releasing my tense anal sphincter, not just while still wearing pants, but while sitting on top of the closed toilet seat. Because, why not, right? YOLO!
I'd ask you to vote in my poll to help me find a clear way forward on this issue but I wouldn't know where to go even if you drew me a map and told me to hold the flashlight so I could read the map while telling me how to set a poll up to be voted "most likely to be found beaten to death with a flashlight," because I figure that while I got you here, I should start planning on the most budget-conscious and efficiently persuasive strategy to successfully fake my own death, because right after sitting on a closed toilet seat and wearing pants that I haven't even yet taken off, my next trick is gonna involve convincing people that I was just "in it for the laughs" when I was talking mad shit about resurrecting people, because I don't think that after this month, anyone going to see anyone Dead walking the face of the Earth is gonna have to settle for just getting a farewell message left on an answering machine--but not voicemail. No, no no, no no no... no more voicemail, Humanity. You don't seem to deserve it. Saying goodbye is hard to do, but leaving a message on voicemail, that's too damn easy.
Steady, holding eye contact while connecting with a right cross to the jaw is the way of the future, folks. Too many of you have gone soft, and it's time to go The Hard Way. (That's like The Gay Way, but without corner-to-corner mass media social support or an asterisk.) You know, when I was growing up, anyone who wanted to have sex without having children were deemed total social outcasts, absolute pariahs, and The Loathsome Mrs. Paul, and you probably didn't know this but it used to be... Mrs. Paul was a leper. Like, she had leprosy. Leprosy... and fish. Ugh. Trash woman. Total garbage. Tits were all fucked up, too. Like, lumpy, and with nipples that were liable to spit out milk with perhaps not the viscosity of tartar sauce, but definitely the appearance, and not just that, but every time, always the same look. But it could happen at any time, Spontaneous Expression Of Tartar Sauce. That is the world we came out of when we came out of darkness, People, and it didn't take long, but we're about to go right back in.
So keep your distance. A social distance. Believe me, after a little while of staying a few feet away from everyone's nipples, you'll come to realize that it doesn't matter much what they're shooting if there aren't any around except two, and if they're always pointing away from you, in the end, it doesn't even matter.
And it's not even actual tartar sauce, we're talking human breast milk that maintains the appearance thereof. That's what we've got, and remember that it all came from The Loathsome Mrs. Paul, and sure, she brought you leperosy in mother's milk that looks like a tasty sauce to accompany seafood, but, did she bring you top-notch audio content to go with it?
Nope. That was me, Baby. That was all me. 5 minutes. Brought to you by Jackstar, who not only cares... Jackstar delivers. (Yeah, like.... in a few minutes. I'll figure something out. Or you can send me 200 bucks to upgrade my account to allow longer video uploads. And I could always use some more weed. And there's probably some hidden fees and taxes too. So better send $250, I'm not gonna lie, Mrs. Paul could probably use a new pair of shoes, and she can't have one of mine. (Cooties.) And if these terms are unacceptable to you, well, that's just too totally tough, Trapper John, Wanker M.D.) And, just like that, I take the lead in memetic marketing.
I brand Five Minutes With Jackstar, and then what's next is "The Inner Reach Hour." What a tail-rider. What a one-ups man. What a water boy. I go minutes, he goes, not horus, but one (1) hour. Not even multiple hours. Can't even reach down to his inner bootstraps and pull out a sauce that -doesn't- look like Tartar, even just one time. Not just loathsome... that's reprobate.
But once again here at the last, I am bringing you SEVEN (7) HOURS With Jackstar. (Soon.) See? I told you, big changes were imminent, and they were. (Are.) I mean, I can only do this once and I don't know how to tell you what to tell people about it when you're gonna be done listening to it, which, to be honest, you might not even get to the end of a complete listen even once. (I'll be even more honest, I was so blasted, I don't even remember what I was blathering on about, I was pretty much high AF the whole time. What? Standards? Lifestyle: baseline.) Now, I'm gonna publish this post, and I'm gonna smoke a bowl (OF WEED, YOU THUGGISH, PIGGIE BRUTES) and I'm gonna sit here all alone, in my mommy's lawyers empty-but-for-me-and-wow-how-many-mice-are-in-here-now?-3.5-bedroom-farmhouse w/atttached gerbil wheel, and watch those telethon donation dollars start rolling in.
It feels like destiny because it's worth it. (NO REFUNDS.) Amateur Hour is over--The Month Of The Bored Intern is now upon us, and God help all of you, because even he is getting laid tonight, and that cat I saw the other day? Never came back and now my living room is literally teeming with actual rodents. I'd call it a Christmas Miracle but I wouldn't know how disappointed anyone would get to learn that I am not going to custody tonight--although, that's a lot more likely that going to the 7-11 to buy more condoms, that's for sure.
I make those out of my fingernail clippings and unpaid bills that have been left to soak overnight in library paste, and I don't know how well they work at preventing pregnancy, but at how good they feel, you won't even care if your unborn baby gets leprosy in the womb afterwards, and leprosy doesn't kill anyone so it doesn't matter. What is most deadly is that which is most painful, and I'll tell you what that is, and that's an empty human heart. I found it in the john in back behind the crapper in the corner while I was looking for more fingernail clippings, and I have no idea where it came from... to be honest, I think it's my own cold, dead heart, that came back here from the future where I am dead, because it's lonely in the future too.
I thought I was lonely ten months ago. I knew nothing, and I knew all there was to know while knowing that, but at least then I didn't have my incoming calls blocked by shadowy overwatch OpFors preventing me from even knowing who even remembers my name, and, you what? They probably don't even know how to spell it. They don't even know how to delete my Google Account! (Still getting notifications that tell me to log in, but do not tell me what for, and no one has bothered to, like, drive up to my house to visit. Send flowers. Send a pizza. SEND AN ALBATROSS IN A CAKE BOX WITH A BOW ON IT, FUCK!)
They don't even know how to frame me for busting myself. I might as well start teaching my mouse to talk to the mice, as I would then have more than just a conversation, I would have an orchestra. Doesn't that sound nice? And it would sound even better if I were on an Earth that was passing through an area of cold, empty space with the nanotech enabled. Alas, no. Not here. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
I AM TOTALLY HAPPY, AND THINGS (FOR ME) ARE GETING BETTER ALL THE TIME.
I don't need to convince you people of anything, but I don't need to drink this beer and smoke this weed either. Peace.
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Okay, Darling Peoples. This is looking real good at this stage. [...] Now, the matter at hand: my debrief.
My 7 hour and 12 minute Magnum Opus P.I. remains unpublished, however as it has been recorded under surveillance and I listen to it two or three times all the way through other surveillance, clearly people have heard my 7 hour and 12 minute Magnum Opus.
As of yet, I have not yet tried to log into Bellgab.
I was asked to go live today. I told them to unban me and pay me. (Yes, I was in my office when I said this. 😎)
My Google Account jack@trioptimum.com remains inaccessible to me. Google claims that it was deleted, Google is a liar. I have had that account for nearly 12 years, and it was removed with no warning given, with no avenue available for restoration.
I have lost access to the login that controls the KUCZI@UNICORNTODAY.COM account. This happened abruptly three or four days ago. Whatever email is sent to that account may or may not be going to my accounts that I control.
An attempt to hijack my identity is ongoing.
I have been held incommunicative isolationary status for nearly a year. My house is on the verge of overrun by vermin.
There is no feline companion animal present here.
I do not experience human contact.
This is only The Beginning of The End of The Middle. The Fallout has continued its inexorable creeping progression across The Surface of The Land.
EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED.
UNDERSTAND
THE POWER
OF A SINGLE ACTION.
p.s.: I think Mel Gibson is pretty okay.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9ZHRvTH0Y0
Some of you are going to have more serious heart palpitations than others while listening to this--but some of you are going to love it. And then later be arrested. Boo!
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1586002878917140480
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https://youtu.be/QKaUSNsIS0s
My safeword is “clarify the Hierophant” now.
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https://youtu.be/sbvVDmx4R68
When they took my Pixel, they made it personal.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1587330015603347457
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https://youtu.be/IloIoGj5Mj0
This message is factually representative of current political climates in no less than five locations across the globe at this time. (This is done so as to prevent triangulation from occurring.)
A LIVE STREAM is currently ongoing and no one is here but that's okay you'll get access to it later. (Yes, I can cross the streams, but I don't do it unless it's strictly necessary, it'll damage your monitor like when you put your finger on the LCD to make the pretty swirlies, it's not the end of the world but it's not a good idea to do just for fun.
Standards.)
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As fabulous as it would obviously be, I will take this moment to make public note: I can't drink like that every night. I won't do it. I don't want to be famous that bad. I don't want cirrhosis that bad. My liver is already workin’ on frontin’ an Amnesty International petition. I didn't even want to be famous! (It's cool getting all my petitions escalated though.) Maybe I should switch to coke?
Except, I actually don't like it. I am better than any drug. I AM THE DRUG, RAWR.
(That's why all the reverb.)
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I know; you're crushed.
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From Hell's heart they stab at Thee.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1588705089652686848
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CALLING ALL CARS CALLING ALL CARS STOP BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR NINE THOUSAND COMMA NINE HUNDRED AMPERSAND NINETY HYPHEN SIX MORE MARBLES STOP I MEAN MORE SPHERES STOP I MEAN CHROME SPHERES STOP THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING COMMA PEOPLE STOP COMA PEOPLE HAVE BEEN PICKING UP CHATTER ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS STOP THIS COULD BE THE BIG ONE STOP I MEAN IT STOP CAN ANYONE CONFIRM A FIFTH MARBLE QUESTION MARK QUESTION JAMES STOP CIRCLE THE WAGONS STOP AAHHH STOP NO START EXCLAMATION POINT STOP START CIRCLING THE WAGONS AND DON'T STOP STOP AAAAAAHHH EXCLAMATION POINT STOP SIRI OPEN MY RESUME IN MICROSOFT WORD DWINDLING SCREAM STOP
No film at eleven. Only tears now.
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No film at eleven. Only tears now.
I can't figure out how to get Restream to play an MP3 file, and the absurdity of the situation is such that I can't bring myself to problem solve such an inane occurrence.
So the most recent 2003.019 seconds of my precious, righteous content will have to wait to be adored by my loyal public until after I go vote—duty calls.
I know some of you are on tenterhooks, just to see how big of a hole I can dig myself deeper into; rest assured, I will not disappoint.
Also, I've run out of all the UC LEOs peddling smack I can find—hey, it's a small town—and while going right down into River City and showing leg at the wharf always sounds like a palatable option, I don't think I'm going to be able to continue to put up a believable front that I really am a raving, drug-addled lunatic for much longer. Alcohol is really one of the worst highs imaginable, and the toil it has taken on my body in the last year has really reminded me of the very good reasons I had for not bothering with it for years.
That being said, it's been a nice vacation from the torturous sobriety that I had become accustomed to for so long. I'll see what I can do about getting some weed laced with PCP or something, because God only knows what you people will have to come up with to explain my behavior if you can't just blame drugs, or Satan, or pussyfaggot... I wonder what kind of beer Gandhi drank? Maybe I can get some imported, just for the sake of keeping up appearances.
“Hello, is this the Sri Lanka Brewing Company? Put an Indian on a plane with a six pack and fly her ass over here—” *click* I bet it would be cheaper than a year's worth of diapers.
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https://youtu.be/rH8e8FFtIDI
It was so bad, I had to upload it to a backup channel. Speaking of which, the cowards that have taken down my content channels without bothering to do me the courtesy of asking what and why and when edits need to be made, why, would really better served by growing a pair.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1590272623610847232
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It was so bad, I had to upload it to a backup channel.
At this point, what difference would it make what I do? I came here years ago. Psygab OpFor City. I saw what was here, fell in love instantly, and not one single thing has changed. I would never want to leave this place, this family, although I must admit, of late, most of y'all have been... really boorish. Like, all this shit where you fuckers all hired lawyers, and I still don't have one (meeting with the Police & Public Defender tomorrow. Late afternoon. She's gonna wanna say nothing at all. NOTHING! She hates me. I am somehow gaming the system, I am obviously being setup--that is how things are done here in America, you know, and of course that happened to me--and I am handling it. Move is improving. I'd rather be boinkin'n'oinkin', well, too bad.
Honestly, if I wanted to enrage her, I would just have bought a whore. However--NO. This is a mistake. Let us be clear here... I have not even set the price FOR MYSELF.
Because obviously here, in this case--I am The Hungarian Sir Prize. Veni, vedi, vici. I'm blushing. I really am. It's not the drugs. It's my majesty.
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I just can't do it anymore I f****** devoted like 48 straight hours to having fun with you
Right. Well, since I don't know how to make POSITIVE CONTACT with the only other Paladin I maybe know of who is probably not dumb enough to get addicted to shit not even once—although I don't know, these snooty, snidely drooling morons won't tell me anything until I am exonerated at trial (Standards.)—some folks out there are probably going to be having a tough time in the morning, because I'm at least 3 days away from coming out of hibernation, I'm not coming out of hibernation this week, →[]., and now that I've discovered how my phone is being fucked with, I'm just going to fucking turn it off and go back to fucking sleep.
What? Here is My Chalice, and here are my fucks, and you had your chance to get saved by a real Star. No time for any debrief—I don't even know what language to use to say what needs to be said, and it goes without saying that you wouldn't believe a single fucking word of it anyway. (Autobears: JGTFO.)
I'll most likely wash my ass out in the morning. Or I most likely won't. I didn't last night, nor the night before, and it seems fine now... none of you wankers give a fuck— so, why should I?
I've exposed everybody nobody can f****** touch me
I'll be dead by Dawn but none of you really knew me besides the ones who are already turned—they didn't really like me very much anyway, they just used me to whore out my Mother (Classy.) so you won't really be missing out on anything. ∅№⁰⁵
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I'll be dead by Dawn [...] ∅№⁰⁵ OZ THE GREAT & AMPOWERFUL
I accept your terms. I REALLY don't feel great but I just heard a T-1000 HK fly over my house and I wanted to run out leaving my phone (in bed) waving my arms (also willing to leave behind in bed) at it screaming for pickup (not in bed, left behind in bed, big black stolen (do you drive that thing around? because I fucking don't have a car dumbass I'm dying), monster green (no it's mostly black but I guess it's kind of white black and white oh gross yeah that water, dude, you said you would leave me a car? where did you leave your car? because my car won't start and I have nowhere to go, but at this point if I did, I don't think I make it before the HK 1000 came back, t no capital T more tea yay) out by the peanut butter that I left open that'll probably be something I want to think about as I'm not getting out of bed unless there's and actual space alien if they're killing people to bring them to our souls waiting a dumpster fire at the Moon, that's really what I do, or I would do if I actually hadfd that as I just feel like 12 minutes to speak that means it's probably not black mold maybe I don't hear flies do I? buzzing broth? is that a death spell? well that's not going to kill me but it's sure going to cause problems for you to enjoy
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oh Shields work they work they work by taking me to a planet, so you're all going to get screwed I usually do anyway, not this time baby baby what was that what God damn it baby oh my God something about no I didn't get screwed well please no I did not I did not so what does that mean I'm going to let me die or not.
well I guess this makes up for the time when you had to go get a motel room and you may want me to sign for it I like fuck that, I'm probably going to turn tonight if I might have the ability to hold up my arms yeah they're kind of tired yeah no I don't use them I don't like yeah there's a whole bunch of them but I wouldn't use any needles in this house there's fucking filled with black mold
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https://youtu.be/Z8LAOp42wY8
I hear it is slimming.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1594486415261569024
What? Here is My Chalice, and here are my fucks, and you had your chance to get saved by a real Star. No time for any debrief—I don't even know what language to use to say what needs to be said, and it goes without saying that you wouldn't believe a single fucking word of it anyway. (Autobears: JGTFO.)
I didn't want this kind of exchange. I will talk to thee anon.
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https://youtu.be/Z8LAOp42wY8
I hear it is slimming.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1594486415261569024
I didn't want this kind of exchange. I will talk to thee anon.
You're an asshole; there are absolutely zero plausible deniability considerations about that. However, as much as I want to punch your stupid face, I admittedly enjoy the idea of beating the absolute fucking bricks off you first!
#RAWR!
#ComeSeeMeFuckBoi!
>:(
Love, IR
https://youtu.be/2DKzqYEfRKw
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You're an asshole;
Fuck you, Chuck Schumer.
#ComeSeeMeFuckBoi
Don't know where to go.
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Note the typo I found. That typo was worth MONEY. Somebody already fixed the algo... Maybe, a damn fine auditor fix that one by two, Auditor, two by two, buckle your corset, 3x3 HUNGA+GUNGA NIG HER from a tree 4X4 BETTER LOCK YOUR DOOR WITH THE KEY YOU WILL unrnmLOCK OUR KNOWLEDGE
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-∅ⁿCOLON STAT, and I claim this bounty is all other previously found sorcerer correction codes have found the wrong spelling of the word sorcerer and so I rewrite the sorcerer to sound like this sürcürürSÜRCÜRÜR. !¿Sad‽!¡
TELL ÜR LEAD YOUR DOCTOR: THAT YOU WANT TO PLAY HOUSE WITH while watching House M.d on Netflix is not on Roku and it's not available anywhere else except at a different location for employment so it's nothing personal, but if you're not allowed to consider other offers that's okay and I may not be in the work place tomorrow—not because I'm scared of you, but because I'm scared of her. Execute posts a bit Donna submit Dan submit Dana submit execute post 55 is alive mother- click
PpPPpMK: credit error found audrina credit error source solution source bounty assigned co-creation audrina (Emer.—Auditor Emeritus, and are you s******* me he actually fired you like I guess he doesn't like owning a business ever or or getting anything yeah they're not going to sell him coffee at a Starbucks wow okay good job babe #1KRUSH-0oh-000-0 I shouldn't call you that well look you are awfully good auditor I can tell yeah okay bye:I“wuzAsnusNacK”R) Audrina MDexter Kcommodore, Auditor (Emer.—Paladin)
Fuck you, Chuck Schumer SERVANT, BONDED, INDENTURED, X
Don't know where to go.
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(What makes me special is it unlike certain autistic f*****, who shall remain unnamed like Thomas like Cooper like Ben like rafter like inner like outer like child like f****** toddler less like unless those f****** people are involved most of them can't do it either.
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IT WORKING... But she'll probably never have to again today, or even never again ;) how about a library? Oh don't tell me you can't find it how many haunted graveyard has he got in this town? 16 and 1/2? Oh well mines next to 15 and 1/2, behind the blue house next to the Honda garage in the haunted carport.
Well I'm not naked yet, but I'll have to pull the meth out of my butt sure :, rolleyes ,: Don't tase me sis bust me bro
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T a n s t a f f l, don't be aggressive; just be free.
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KMM: CRYSTALLIZED SEMEN DOES COUNT, BUT IT'S NOT HERE NOW. AND YOU DUD, MINE SQUAWS’ PUDDLES NEXT TIME, THEY'RE NOT GROSS ANYMORE ...
NOW THEY'RE ROYAL. THAT MAKES THOSE ROYAL CRYSTALS (EEWWW, GROSS), AND YEAH I KNOW WHO YOU ARE THAT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER RIGHT NOW MAHNA MAHNA AND I DON'T THINK I CAN EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW MUCH BETTER IT IS FOR A CANCER THAN A PISCES TO BE DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING MANAMANA, SIGNED I'M ON ROSS G★Y, GOD.
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CALLSIGN: WARTHOGGER (AMOUNT OF MINE: WORTHAUGERING AMONAMA4, SO I'M STANDING BY UNTIL THEM TATASTOP TITTYSWEATING AND STOP DRYING AND START CRYING, AND THEN I'M GOING TO MAKE LAP SWEAT SOME MORE, I KNOW, SO THAT'S A LOT, I'D SAY IT ME, IT WORTH IT, IT WORKS IT, AND NOW SO CAN WE ALL WORK IT.
WORK B**** AMONOMA OUT. Click.
Be switching gauge Killswitch engage; 8188
Call siren Worth RV. We got a 'lock. P Plus worth RGP
AUGER PEE? No, we can strain that... Or can't wait gee I don't know having an intuitive flash just made all the meth in my brain just collapsed into nothingness so I better go get some more meth and I can think about that thing I just thought oh well better send this stuff to Baker
Bailey: Skip the baker, WorthaugerVfive(5) is a lot. I am also alive, but you're dead so do this tomorrow and then you'll be alive and you won't be a dog, not that you're a dog now You're a puppy but nevertheless you're cute so tomorrow is good You don't have to you don't have to you don't have to go all the way or just f****** buy a book, or you can come here and get one but wow you might never leave okay yeah I know It's okay woof woof woof tactical bow wow Wolf! 460.359.1926, yeah I know that's not your phone number nor is it mine, I'm just playing radcap bingo Come and look you got five guys in a row You get a sorcerer.
And you have won. /S\′∆ÜR€£ ERROR: PRICE NOT FOUND. GIVE PRIZE (YES\‽]}]. Let's change cameras
Bailey, I didn't have to kill a single buffet to get here, Nora bothan, yeah so go back and look at that and I would strongly suggest you pick yes and not What the f*** because the next question after yes is going to be what the f*** you get is your prize cuz I don't know how it works exactly but I just did it, hopefully he didn't f*** it up If it did you'll get one later Believe me I got plenty of prizes I got plenty you can have one f*** yeah no problem. Friend, good friend, bond, friend bond, Audrina Bailey Bailey adrena Chrome browser brave adrena just won the game? PRICE STATUS LOCATED/∆\LOCKDOWN COMMITTING\CPM/COMMENCING.
Okay there you go You got 5 minutes I'm not going to prove for you that and I don't know what the hell I would proofread anyway I don't want you to lose anything. You both have prizlzes/prix\YOU HAVE BOTH WON THE GAME AND IN 5 MINUTES TO QUANTUM CENTANGLEMENT OT WILL BREAK DOWN and you all fall apart, That's okay this is for class out there in the world It's a little different but you're in the different places you won't notice, It's not a grand global cosmos prize It's a local price but still trust me local is this solar system is anything in the healing paws so don't think too much... No heliopause? No there is one You just don't see it I got bigger That's why it's going to shrink! Go!
You're both in different places in the world and it's different times, it'll still be simultaneous isn't that nice ‽yeah I thought so too bye‽4NOW
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THOSE SIRENS?
That's not the heat.
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WISH ) That's sweet honey but you already wished for me ;))🐛💖🎯HO NO JO OJ ON OHHHHH...
Oh grapefruit dear grapefruit I love your friends they get two prizes get out go Yes come home I love you bye
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https://youtu.be/Xg65XWd0FoA
I 💘 my sweet and sexy Mermaid! I 💕 you my Rosebud!
POSIT: INNERREACH TEXAS DADDY (MIMMI INNER CHILD)
POSIT: INTERACTION INN. DO. H. (, Going to reached us heroin,) inner reach does heroin and I know Allison does it too now because I was told by her and David V.v.V (PROT-INI) told me that he was doing heroin, he actually said, “going Dark”, but that's what he meant, David told me to tell her that he was going to do that he told me he was going to do that and I heard him tell her that she was going to do that and I saw her reaction to that restatement. Trust me here, said the paladin new news is s***, and consequently knows other people should know their shit is shit he knows of, he being ME.
POSIT: THE FACT THAT I WAS SLIPPED OPIATES (without consent, It was a testing) SOON AFTER BEING RELEASED FROM UNJUST IMPRISONMENT
POSIT: DVR IN THE FLESH NOW ACTIVE WASHINGTON STATE ON HUNT FOR PRIME PROWL, PRIME OMEGA, AND GRAPEFRUIT PRIME.
HYPOTHESIS: If you let even(1) One more {1) Griffith die, just one and there's no other Griffin's to cover, you are not going to be IT✓
P wow I use check marks? That was fast, I don't know who's on deck but must be somebody. Now, I'm going to have to go to, I don't know —I'm a hundred H u&j7 ntrdetired
paladinknvommang/∆\Phage’s Phard
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I know; you're crushed.
https://youtu.be/Xg65XWd0FoA
POSIT: INNERREACH TEXAS DADDY (MIMMI INNER CHILD)
POSIT: INTERACTION INN. DO. H. (, Going to reached us heroin,) inner reach does heroin and I know Allison does it too now because I was told by her and David V.v.V (PROT-INI) told me that he was doing heroin, he actually said, “going Dark”, but that's what he meant, David told me to tell her that he was going to do that he told me he was going to do that and I heard him tell her that she was going to do that and I saw her reaction to that restatement. Trust me here, said the paladin new news is s***, and consequently knows other people should know their shit is shit he knows of, he being ME.
POSIT: THE FACT THAT I WAS SLIPPED OPIATES (without consent, It was a testing) SOON AFTER BEING RELEASED FROM UNJUST IMPRISONMENT
POSIT: DVR IN THE FLESH NOW ACTIVE WASHINGTON STATE ON HUNT FOR PRIME PROWL, PRIME OMEGA, AND GRAPEFRUIT PRIME.
HYPOTHESIS: If you let even(1) One more {1) Griffith die, just one and there's no other Griffin's to cover, you are not going to be IT✓
P wow I use check marks? That was fast, I don't know who's on deck but must be somebody. Now, I'm going to have to go to, I don't know —I'm a hundred H u&j7 ntrdetired
paladinknvommang/∆\Phage’s Phard
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P wow I use check marks? That was fast, I don't know who's on deck but must be somebody. Now, I'm going to have to go to, I don't know —I'm a hundred H u&j7 ntrdetired
paladinknvommang/∆\Phage’s Phard
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Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
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Alistair Laird IS F****** BOTH OF THEM, DAVID RUBINI ALISON SHAW DANA AND MILLER ADD PUNCTUATION AS YOU LIKE THEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER WITH THE THIRD AND THEY'RE MAKING IT ALL HAPPEN RIGHT NOW
. F****** BET ME.
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I'm not so worried about it but it seems strange that I got to put up with this s*** when I lived a much more heinous lifestyle when things were different, when there was a 10-year paper what I'm not 10 your paper I need to see that paper big time that's going to come up and competency file pretty soon. Either immediately or sooner than..
Also their copying my content and putting another name and rebroadcasting it and making money off it too off of this right here right now.
Gee thanks THANKS A LOT G THANKS
P wow I use check marks? That was fast, I don't know who's on deck but must be somebody. Now, I'm going to have to go to, I don't know —I'm a hundred H u&j7 ntrdetired
https://youtu.be/Fi2A1hxT8y0
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Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
https://youtu.be/FEnrWAYb8GU
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Yeah I thought the p was weird and I thought the checkbook was weird and the capital piece was weird and other stuff very strange My phone spazzing out I got reboot it I put up a live and I don't know what happened to it there's shadow creature still... In short sums up and I think it's because the secret wedding is, IT'S a secret
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T a n s t a f f l, don't be aggressive; just be free.
We are touched by love when we were meant to be forever changed, but I am not meant to use those hashtags, even though I have figured out how to use them, I am not going to use them, because I have respect for myself, my country and my ]God:[ THE CREATOR/.(NOTE THAT THAT IS NOT THE MOST HIGH G-D).\I AM I THAT I AM I AM./]:👁️AM..j
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Alli: YOU ARE STILL THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE
I AM THE LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD
It is NOT pleasant.
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The dogs and dolls and spooks and clowns: confused, and correct, trust can consider my request, but I must tell Trusted. I WILL. DO IT. I WILL NOT TRY I WILL DO IT.
THERE ARE SEVERAL WOMEN WHO WANT MY BODY. GO SHIELDBEARS BEARS STRAIGHT TO GODDAM M************ HELL. I MEAN NOT THAT I HAD ANYTHING AGAINST BEARS. BUT I DO NOW, ESPECIALLY TINY BEARS THEY'RE RIGHT ITTY BITTY UNICYCLES WHILE DRIVING ALL AROUND THE PLACE F****** KNOCKING/no knock warrant\Wait till I leave or sleep (I have had Ben and Matt call me on the phone asking me when I'm going to go to sleep cuz they're in a hurry to come into the house and get rid of the f*** they're going to get. They know I can punch him down they know I can't do anything about if I'm sleeping today I got hit by a electric shock collar on my crown chakra. It was 11:30 a.m., how lame is that they got to disable me before they come in well that's okay I don't mind that so much because I can whoop their ass with one hand time on my back, and they're just serving a no-knock warrant to get evidence, they got the right even though they're from Texas and f****** Pleiades. Ridiculous. AND THIS IS OVER SPAWNING RIGHTS, OVER LAND RITES, OVER CELL TOWERS, AND SERVING SUBPOENAS, AND PICKING UP INDICTMENTS. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THAT SEYMOUR CHARACTER SIMONE, BUT THE SIMPLE FACT IS THIS, HE'S GOT A RIGHT TO DO HIS JOB, AND HE'S DOING IT VERY WELL, HE F****** STUNS EVERYONE IN THE ROOM HE BRINGS IN THREE PEOPLE ONE WITH A CAMERA TWO THE F*** EACH OTHER AND THEN HE DIRECTS THEM WITH ONE PUSHING AND ONE OF THEM SIGNING AND ONE OF THEM BRINGING OUT A SUBPOENA AND THEN ONE OF THEM COPYING IT AND THE WHOLE THING'S ON FILM SO BELIEVE ME YOU GOT SERVED.
AND SO DID HE. I AM I. WHO ARE YOU? NO ' NEEDED, NO EPISTEEL NEEDED, BUT YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE CONSENT OF THE APOSTILLE AND I DID NOT CONSENT. NEVER NOT ONCE. ESPECIALLY NOT TODAY.
ALL. ALL ALL ALL. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR SUBPOENAS MATTHEW, SEBLANK MOSANG, OR WHATEVER YOU'RE CALLING YOURSELF TODAY, JOHN SAID EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HER SUBPOENA IS OUT OF LINE NONE OF THEM SERVED WE HAVE AN OFFICE STEEL MARK THEY'RE DONE THEY'RE THEY'RE TRASH THEY'RE SHREDDED CLINTON DOCUMENTS THEY'RE F****** BURNS CINDER DOCUMENTS NOTHING YOU GOT TO GO AND RECLOSE EVERY SINGLE F****** ONE..
STARTING WITH TONIGHT'S SIT. YOU KNOW THAT NIGHT YOU KNOW THAT MICHAEL NIGHT THAT MICHAEL KNIGHT THAT DETECTIVE MIKE LIKED? YEAH I CALLED HIM HE DIDN'T CALL BACK. WHAT THE F***. ALL HIS S*** ALSO NO OFF A STEEL HE CANNOT DO THAT NO NO NO HE F****** HEARD.
I'M AN UPPER STEEL. IS MY BUSINESS AND TRADE TO KNOW THESE THINGS. JOHN SAID AND MAXIMO EVERY SINGLE F****** ONE OF YOUR SUBPOENAS THAT YOU GOT EVIDENCE WITH ARE ALL TRASH THEY ARE THROUGH THE POISON TREE THROW THEM INTO THE F****** DUMPSTER WITH THE WOOD CHIPPER AND SET IT ON FIRE, OR TO STUN A STUNT DUMPSTER IS ALSO GOOD, BUT THE OTHER YOU'RE DONE
MELCHIZEDEK APOSTILLE, LIMITED INCORPORATED INKWELL LOOK WELL LOOKING INK LOOK CLOWN HONG KONG HONK CLOWN HONK, JUBAL HARSHAW COMMANDING. (THAT NEEDS TO BE NANOTECHED. NOW I KNOW WHO I WANT TO GET ON THAT BUT I CAN'T CALL THEM
AND THE REASON IS YOU.EWE.EWEWWW, GROSS.
I GOT TO WORK ON A BLOCK ON MY PHONE, I GOT TO TAKE A SHOWER, AND THERE'S TWO PEOPLE THAT WANT TO TALK TO IN TWO TIME ZONES I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S IDAHO PENNSYLVANIA OR IF IT'S PENNSYLVANIA WASHINGTON OR IF IT'S WASHINGTON IDAHO OR IF IT'S IDAHO PENNSYLVANIA WASHINGTON, LIKE ONES THAT BORDER OR SOME S***. I JUST CAN'T EVEN AND IT'S REALLY HARD TO GET THROUGH.
YET BE OF GOOD CHEER. THIS IS CLOSE TO FINAL GOAL.
I've got a Nephilim on Auditor retainer. Or maybe I'm half Nephilim and unpaid volunteer? I'm not actually sure about my own status but I got one both ways we've both been auditors and that can replace one or both but then we're going to marry ourselves or something I'm not sure how this part works because I don't expect to be have to give up on both of them.
Especially since I could take them all right now. Allison F. Shaw and her husband + her spouse; Allison F. Shaw and her spouse and her wife; ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW + TAMI + TOPHER POWER SQUAD PLUS SQUAW COUPLE; Allison + any fucking dancing fucking bear as long as its name's Vlad and brings liquor and not rabies; BASICALLY ANY COMBINATIONS AS LONG AS THERE'S ONE TWAT AND SHE'S NOT GOING TO CRY ABOUT IT IF VLAD OFFERS A SECOND TO DRINK.
We're even negotiable on rabies. I SAY AGAIN, WE CAN EVEN ACCEPT THE RABID RABBIT WITH RABIES ON THE SIDE OR OFF THE SIDE. (This took some doing, but please not the clap, or the applesauce, but you can clap and apply, this really was good work.
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GRAPEFRUIT+1(ONE,THE_ONE), GRAPEFRUIT: RISING HOUSTON TEXAS
FACTS: KUCZI HAS NEVER LEFT WASHINGTON STATE. :::)Bnbpx
KUCZI
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You never needed me. You were supposed to rescue me. It was your destiny, that's why you came here.
Okay number one, Court was awesome, so awesome I probably shouldn't talk about it so I won't. Number two before Court I recorded a whole bunch of audio that was awesome—like nailing it—and then instead of making sure that I saved it and recorded it properly so I could include in my podcast... ROWLAND AND TAINT CO. STOLE IT.
I was re-broadcast, I was prevented from having a local copy of it myself, and now they've gone and stuck their necks out (WAY TOO FAR).and they've got copies of it and I don't and... They're s*** out of luck because now they're past the point of return and I have no desire to make up for it.
Not that I couldn't, it would be easy If I chose— child's play in fact —but I'm not going to; my hand hurts...
A LOT
... I'm disappointed my soul is aching (once you been to Heaven, you can't come back down without a fight) and somebody else f***** up, I don't know who died... So just f****** kill me, Baby—without you I'm nothing but without my explicit consent or on a contract, you're a cantaloupe in the Produce Dept. and you're the only one without a musical writing instrument, at all.
Which is weird, because your computer is already set up to play musical chairs in the penitentiary with Le Pen.
It's your turn, I really don't give a s*** so I don't know why I bother to mention it.
P.S.: It's amazing what a person gets addicted to. Seems to me that you're addicted to controlling other people through their addictions, so now that you are clear that I don't have any such physical dependency vulnerabilities,
well, too f****** bad. Get a real work ethic, a***0**.
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Okay number one, Court was awesome, so awesome I probably shouldn't talk about it so I won't. [...] now they've gone and stuck their necks out (WAY TOO FAR).and they've got copies of it and I don't and... They're s*** out of luck because now they're past the point of return and I have no desire to make up for it.
Not that I couldn't, it would be easy If I chose— child's play in fact —but I'm not going to; my hand hurts...
A LOT
... I'm disappointed my soul is aching (once you been to Heaven, you can't come back down without a fight) and somebody else f***** up, I don't know who died... So just f****** kill me, Baby—without you I'm nothing but without my explicit consent or on a contract, you're a cantaloupe in the Produce Dept. and you're the only one without a musical writing instrument, at all.
Which is weird, because your computer is already set up to play musical chairs in the penitentiary with Le Pen.
It's your turn, I really don't give a s*** so I don't know why I bother to mention it.
P.S.: It's amazing what a person gets addicted to. Seems to me that you're addicted to controlling other people through their addictions, so now that you are clear that I don't have any such physical dependency vulnerabilities,
well, too f****** bad. Get a real work ethic, a***0**.
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LAST CALL FOR A LOT OF S*** CUZ SOMEBODY'S GOING COLD TURKEY STOP 90 DAYS STOP FAMILY OVERSIGHT STOP
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https://youtu.be/n0WrHYX-t3Y
You had your chance to read me in.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1596092282197135363
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Don't kill my beer buzz, Wilma; it's not my fault you “can't find any more men to murder, a-bloo-bloo-bloo-bluh-bloo,” try checking your cousins’ that didn't have beards or dicks out for Harambie during your first and only cursory, at-the-speed-of-light reconnoitering of the ladies’ powder room at Wig-wam-by-the-IKEA... and by the way, they actually used to call it the fucking powdering Dalek room, how fucking obvious can you fucking get? Yeah, and I'm a fucking junkie and that was a fucking problem when you said so, because you said so, so fuck you, Superwrencher, now that you've been talking turkey and shoving it down your throat for just a few hours, just last night, and maybe just maybe the night before, just what are you trying to say, you're just waiting on diesel fuel and monkey shine parts to get fucking paid, just because YOU JUST WANT waiting for the day I can get thrown out (SURPRISE MOTHER DOAKES—GOAT FUCKER, I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE) and guess what, you're getting thrown back to your little bitch-baby Butler-boy island first, and... cheer up! I know how much they love you there, you maggot-humping MAGA/fagot, and are you feeling good cheer yet? Because I fucking know I fucking am.
LAST CALL FOR A LOT OF S*** CUZ SOMEBODY'S GOING COLD TURKEY STOP 90 DAYS STOP FAMILY OVERSIGHT STOP
Welcome back to Africa, Monkeyshines—the Angel you unceremoniously dumped would like a word if you can handle refraining from threatening to punch someone in the face, Butler-baby-totes-bitch boy-bitch-baby-lips.
And don't drive my truck off a cliff, Vanilla Sky-boy-box-snatch. If—ha, “when”–you're going to kill yourself, do it a real way; do it a man's way; fucking commit seppuku, and keep the blood out of the upholstery when you're breaking the hymen of the Native clone you'll choose to employ as your second and use her mother's teeth to fake the dental records for your death certificate... or however you fucking Amateurs fucking do this shit.
You cut the wrong bitch’s balls, Bitch. Those are my nipples, and that is how small they are supposed to get when it is very cold in Space.
And someone congratulating me on “my” revenge (HERs: TO GET HER TOGETHER, I'm only here for the complimentary (kanly/bloody) Merry Christmas, MOTHER FUCKER) just sent me a notification which notifies me that a message can't received unless I log into Google Voice. So let me ask you (http://)something while I'm delivering you a message, did I get a fucking notification without logging in? Do you think that's treason? Let's find out, bring a charter; I'll show you how to summon the U.S.S. Constitution to blow up your fucking house from fucking orbit with it. No D.E.W.—all 25#B.F.D. Baby.
I don't think you even need to die. She killed you months ago and you didn't even know it—and if I fucking needed one I would have a fucking blast-on-the-side job on tonight, instead of just showing you what a real blow-off piece-of-work by The_One could have been.
I will admit that my orgasm that has just resulted from all this... is better. "SPLASH THE ALFREDS!” What, We worry?
pvhaTVat ChanCé. *tkins*
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https://youtu.be/pzWUGxKyn-0
You had your chance to read me in.
pvhaTVat ChanCé. *tkins*
YOU ARE BAD PEOPLE
WHO DO BAD THINGS
AND I HAVE ENDED
YOUR REIGN OF TERROR.
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YOU ARE BAD PEOPLE
WHO DO BAD THINGS
AND I HAVE ENDED
YOUR REIGN OF TERROR.
https://youtu.be/pzWUGxKyn-0
I don't think you even need an Autumn ren\rain\reign of terror.
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I don't think you even need an Autumn ren\rain\reign of terror.
by the way, in case you're wondering why I get to get away with this, and I have no fear of reprisal or other consequences from this egregiously vile and terribly rude form of behavior... it's because I'm not trying to bring down your organization or bring a false prosecution to bear on legitimate authority, I'm not even trying to do anything at all besides clean off the garbage off my fucking porch and make sure that you haven't raped my wife to death, and that you've merely just given her herpes and forced her to fucking talk on the phone to Clayton Clough and David Adair, I might have the wrong spelling on those but you're fucking DEA you're good at spelling shit why don't you fucking figure it out.
get yourself a big dictionary and fucking fuck around and find out. LOSER
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YOU ARE BAD PEOPLE
WHO DO BAD THINGS
AND I HAVE ENDED
Well, now I need to call The Prosecutor who's pretending to be a defense lawyer. And of course he is defense... He's defending the f****** crooked cops that you've got inside your swag and circle, which you f****** circled way too early under false pretenses and you f***** yourselves over good and now you're trying to blame me for what the f*** you did—which of course was your f****** plan all the f****** long.
You really did think I were stupid didn't you? Well I am not, and I wasn't before, and I was merely being indulgent... Watching you do your s***, I haven't been trying to lay and wait and spray an ambush I actually didn't imagine that cops could be a stupid as you f****** idiots are and have access to the technology that you do and not have been busted long ago, but apparently you've been f****** a lot smarter than most people are giving you credit for because I guess you've known how to kill people ahead of time Well this time all you did was just kill my wife or drive her to f****** kill herself f****** morons
Nice job with the kids. It's a good thing you kept "battle jackster" away from them. Otherwise something awful might have happened, am I right?
I don't think you people even deserve to breed. UP YOURS NIG ROT HER EFF EWE GRANDPA CHUCK GROUND CHUCK GROUND BEEF BOURGUIGNON, YOU F***** WITH THE WRONG HUNGARIAN.
AND YEAH I'D PICK AUSTRIAN OVER DEA ANY DAY. COUNT ON IT. BECAUSE AS OF RIGHT NOW YOU OFFICIALLY HAVE NO CASE AND YOU ARE TERMINATED FUCKER
tls-Emeritus;DrMK: Charles blank Shaw you are blanking fired. And if you ever harm another hair on the head of any f****** person I ever f****** care about you will see reprisals from The Divine that you cannot even begin to contemplate the conception of. Today was me being nice, you piece of s*** b****. And don't you f****** forget it d e a scum.
YOUR REIGN OF TERROR.
What a Day. A Dairy Queen Day.
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Well, now I need to call The Prosecutor who's pretending to be a defense lawyer. And of course he is defense...
I leave the best voicemails... and out of respect for What Little remains of what you've laughingly called a system of justice for years, I won't mention the name of the person whose voicemail I was sent to when I called the office. Shame, Shane-shame Shame. Your, Despicable Your. BOND, Revoke MY BOND? f you buddé, I'm revoking your charter. Sad!!!
so damn funny. I'm not forgetting to laugh... I am saving it up for my dosage. Dotage. E-damn A-autocorrect!!
p.s.: I'm not making Blanky look fat, am I? I hope not, because what you people have done to that woman, in addition to that other woman, is disgusting.
p.p.s.: send the agent who's not a shapeshifter and is a huge dick–but doesn't have one–I'm sure it's very nicely sized... for a lady. regardless of the size of my truck, my love (who is “not a dog nor A_BAIL_IFF either,” but I honestly don't know who in the office knows how to drive anymore, so I am a little flexible—don't send my wife please, there's a bureaucratic snafu involving jurisprudence ongoing *blush*), bring it to my office with your clit immediately, don't wait for the dust to settle or the smoke to clear, this place is not going to smell any better anytime soon, and it is getting fucking worse, and if she wants to drive through the bedroom window to get to it, so much the fucking better, because this house is fucked and it's on you, Jersey Shore. She doesn't need to come... inside.
p.p.p.s.: Baby, I can hear the villagers assembling and sharpening their pitchforks already; we're moving. looks like somebody IS getting a new house for christmas, and it sure as shit is not B. T. C., which as we all know stands for Billy The Cisgenderedrapist, because here's the good news, great news actually:
I HAVE INFORMATION THAT WILL LEAD TO THE ARREST PROSECUTION AND INCARCERATION OF THE RAPIST OF KMM. (What this has all been about. Get a clue, Snatchmouth—because you're going to get busted for molesting my mother ON A CITY BUS, too. A55H0LÉ—olé
signed,
Don Diego Rodrigo “I was here before Jack Starr” Zorro, I'LL BE TAKING THE FIFTH NOW, SAID CLAYTON BEFORE HE GOT TOSSED OUT ON HIS ASS INTO WHAT I HOPE IS THE VERY UNCOMFORTABLE BACK OF A (very conveniently placed in the coordinates of space and [time)CORPS RULEZ] PADDY WAGON, Citizen.
IDENTIFY: J★, and I may not be Johnny Cash in the bush eating cake, but that's okay—I'm even better.
*click Mike dance*
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*click Mike dance*
Nowhere near as fun as it looks, and it's only been fun for about the last 5 minutes. This is a damn fine cup of 5 minutes though, Joe, cotton head copperhead copperhead no kids Melchizedek Melchizedek Melchizedek copperhead chopperhead marquisitec chopperhead copperhead cotton head cotton eye Melchizedek copperhead copperhead marquisite copperhead copper shed
*Dicks out for Langley.*
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YOU ARE BAD PEOPLE
WHO DO BAD THINGS
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YOUR REIGN OF TERROR.
What a Day. A Dairy Queen Day.
T,Z):0 I can rent a truck and invoice Taint Co. @five times the rate; because the mechanic assured me that I could use his car while his lazy Island ni55er her boy gin ass fixed it—then within 48 hours he came back for the truck and then he's taking 3 weeks to answer questions; or even to answer the phone. it's completely unacceptable to behave that way. also he poisoned me. so at this point he can take the truck and drive off a cliff with him and her in it click J★eol055:0
I guess someone doesn't like not going to prison.
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I guess someone doesn't like not going to prison.
Well, my first guess is Clifford Wilkerson III.
but obviously, none of you people can afford my consultancy fee; so I'll just let you let this one get this one away.
I have something more important to do then clean up your mess, RubiniSpouse0Ü819ük0flF—someone has a headachê
ånd I'm The Cure. I'm not Robert Casio or Robert Smith. I just felt like referring to myself in the third person and capitalizing myself, it's just one of those days might delete it later idk
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I don't give a fuck about getting banned from Bellgab, and that includes you two too. You have no idea what you're fucking with, you're just
a paranoid schizophrenic who's guilty of so much shit that you don't know where to fucking begin and where to end.
GO AWAY GOY
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Scuttlebutt 'round the Tubes is that you're the quote unquote Paranoid Schizophrenic...
I personally feel its Misidentification Syndrome. But you've cried wolf so many times at this point, its almost impossible to tell whether you're simply full of shit or just plain nuts!
GO AWAY GOY
Still paraphrasing the words of the big bad "rapist" that ruined your and Miss Maid's lives?! What's up with that?? No. Really. You've reached a new low.
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none of you people can afford my consultancy fee
Maybe its Maybelline.
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he's taking 3 weeks to answer questions; or even to answer the phone. it's completely unacceptable to behave that way. also he poisoned me. so at this point he can take the truck and drive off a cliff with him and her in it click
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers. I don't need to choose a side.
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I personally feel its Misidentification Syndrome.
The most significant issue is failure of most people to comprehend the use of English-Prime, which is not something I fault people for. The second most significant issue is the complete unwillingness of people to recognize that the images that they send across the Internet are not necessarily the images that arrive on the other side of good night, (Gracie/Gray-C\Gracy, Tick: Spoon Detective).
But you've cried wolf so many times at this point, its almost impossible to tell whether you're simply full of shit or just plain nuts
“Yeah, maybe for you, pillhound,” said the wolfhound, before reminding you that the the bigger the lie, the easier it is to get people to believe it, and the more often a lie is repeated, the more likely it is to be believed, and you are going fuckin’ hell-bent for leather trying to convince the world that I have some sort of problem that I don't and that I do things that I haven't done and that I'm in a position where I'm not and... are you under the impression that people don't get the picture?
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Am I supposed to think she's dead? Or just Ginger?
Well considering how much latitude people give you, I'm surprised that the same is not given to me, however I have just recently discovered that a lot of you are straight-up order-takers (Go tAKE a sHIT in the woods WITh the bEARs dEARs, how much do you really get paid to assassinate an accountants character? Or are you just all dopeslaves? Dear Bea Arthur: please send naked pictures of self to the prosecutor, Shamie/Shamey/Sha-a-a-a-SHAME, SHAME, SHAME, maybe they can get to work on some serious work, like who knocked over the pencils and who picked up the papers and realizing that I know how embarrassed they are, so they could just cool it with some of your pictures, thanks BEA, you're a DEAR In the headlights, no doubt, oh and by the way PS would it help if I let you continue to poison me or if I insisted that you didn't? Please include sample bag with reply) and are required by your genetic code and your employment contracts (with... whomevah) to bring danger into the Trifling Room? I'll allow it, but seriously, The Court is damaging children's lives by forcing them to consider me a living Legend... oh, please, no don't, no stop it, not the adulation of children, not with this overgrown field of grass and a dick that doesn't work shit, what will I do with them? I won't play video games with them, I only got one controller, and if they want beer they can bring their own, that way I can mooch off them for once, grumble grumble grumble.
Still paraphrasing the words of the big bad "rapist" that ruined your and Miss Maid's lives?!
My life isn't ruined, and I'd be surprised if hers is either. Like where do you get this fucking doom and gloom from? I'm fine, I'm sure she's fine, why would she not be fine? What makes you think I'm not fine?
What's up with that?? No. Really. You've reached a new low.
I literally don't know what you're talking about. I'm not paranoid, I'm not schizophrenic, I don't appear to be delusional, and the thought that SuperThug has been instructed to waste my time and slow me down and eat my money and blah blah blah... yeah, like so what?
Now that I've seen the truth, let me fill you in on some details—I'm fine; thanks for asking. My arm is healing, I could use medical attention but it's not that big a deal. Now that I know that the truck isn't coming back anytime soon—he must need it for something totesimportant—I can justify getting something different, because as it turns out, Griffith doesn't like the truck, another dis grapefruit. And grapefruit, dear grapefruit, you wouldn't believe the trouble I've seen trying to get the computer to recognize that you're a proper noun, quite prim quite proper, And I don't have an order of no contact protection like the other one, just as long as I don't get within 500 feet of you and try to talk to you directly it doesn't matter this isn't a message directly to her azrae, azaray, Alistair Laird oh that one works cool yeah see I can directly talk to you f*****, but I can't directly talk to her because that would be against the rules And that's fine she could read this indirectly some f****** day in the future it doesn't f****** matter like there's no f****** legal standing for the f****** court to be doing with their f****** doing so as long as I don't try to contact her directly I'm good.
Asking about personal details of her life is fine but I figure if there's something that she wants me to know she can tell me directly through telepathy which she does all the f****** time (yeah, prove it b****). You're clearly suffering under a misapprehension of the facts. That woman and I do not have a conflict. I don't care who she's married to, I don't care who she's having sex with, I don't care what she lives, I don't care what she's doing, it'll be fine. It'll be just fine.
Frankly she's a little set that I haven't taken a new lover yet, given that she's been you know doing the whole island boy ni55erteam this whole time in the showers After each home game at the local gymnasium, but I don't know why you get the impression that that's a problem for me, or indeed for anyone, or is anyone business at all, or even as representative of reality come because I actually don't know what's going on in reality other than I can't contact her That's fine she can contact me it's fine with me if she's got some reason that she can't contact me I need to f****** know about it because I don't f****** know about it and then if there's something more complicated going on like you being paid a shitload of money to make it look like an idiot well Alistair Laird maybe you should f****** recognize that you look like the biggest f****** idiot in the world.
No one is going to buy your s***. So either you're getting bankrolled handsomely by someone who's ignorance you're taking direct advantage of, or you've miscalculated directly. Probably both. Pfftt.
I'd ask you for further details but I don't really care about your life, I care about my life and her life is her business I'm sure she'll be happy to you know do whatever and the guy who told me that I needed to forget about her or he'd cut my balls off can kiss my black ass. Come get some Superstabby, like what the fuck ever. (Blues Brothers: Superbreakfast, Superlunch, Supersupper. Every fucking day. You get me, Barney Oldfield? Start hauling ass, Supertramp. I got mouse to feed.)
I don't know if you've been paying attention to things, but I haven't listened to your podcast in a while, and I guess you haven't listened to my debrief, because you are under once again, a wild misapprehension of the facts:
WE DIDN'T HAVE A FIGHT, SHE WAS ACTIVATED TO MURDER ME AND THEN KILL HERSELF AND I DEFEATED THE PROGRAM.
I'M A HERO.
I SAVED HER LIFE.
I AIN'T EVEN MAD SHE'S GOT HERPES. OR DOES SHE? WELL, I DON'T, AND WHATEVER SHE'S GOT, SHE CAN GIVE IT TO ME LATER, AFTER SHE'S LEARNED HER LESSONS OF COURSE. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
AND THERE'S NOT A GODDAM THING ANYBODY CAN DO TO STOP THAT FROM HAPPENING, BECAUSE IT HAPPENED ALMOST A YEAR AGO. 11 MONTHS AND 2 DAYS. ALL THE TIME YOU SPENT THIS ENTIRE YEAR MAKING UP A FAKE NARRATIVE TO RUN IN PARALLEL TRACK TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN, WELL YOU PROBABLY DESCRIBED AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE THAT I DON'T LIVE IN, BECAUSE IN MY CASE IT'S FINE. SHE'S FINE, I'M FINE, AND THIS WILL ALL BLOW OVER FAIRLY SOON, I'M NOT INSANE, I'M NOT A DRUG ADDICT, I'M NOT A DRUG DEALER, I'M NOT A DRUG MANUFACTURER, IN FACT, I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SELL OR EVEN BUY THEM AT ALL, I'M NOT CHEMICALLY DEPENDENT, I'M NOT EMOTIONALLY CO–DEPENDENT, I'M NOT A SATANIST, I'M NOT AN EVIL TWISTED SORCERER, I'M NOT GUILTY OF SEDITION, I'M NOT A RABBLE-ROUSER, I'M STILL TOTALLY NEUTRAL IN THE GLOBAL CONFLICT I HAVEN'T DECLARED WAR AGAINST ANY NATION-STATE, I HAVEN'T COMMITTED TREASON I HAVEN'T DONE FUCKING ANYTHING THAT I NEED TO FUCKING WORRY ABOUT FROM YOU SO WHY THE FUCK YOU THINK I NEED TO FUCKING WORRY ABOUT YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS, OLLIE I DON'T KNOW, BY THE WAY YOUR PHONE DOESN'T WORK FOR ME. PAWN IT, AND CALL ME A DEATH CAB, QT. I GOT ORDERS..
I'll admit that there's a little matter of her having changed her name and her appearance and has been hypnotized into believing that I raped her, but frankly that's really going to be a mark in the plus column when this is all said and done. I mean at least I don't have my balls cut off, if I'm raping right? I don't know I don't know much about this rape thing, but I do know that the fucking narrative of this entire arrangement does in fact make me supposedly susceptible to being swapped with the other guy who didn't do it either so I'm not really worried about it because I know exactly what happened... and I'm probably the only one who does know what happened, which is cool.
Real cool. Also really cool: I resurrected them both and they've already taken up shop in new locations, different from the old locations where they were being hidden before which I don't know where it was, but I guess it really sucked because they killed themselves, and now there's somewhere else, and I don't know where, and I don't need to know where! It's genius!
This is the best damn vacation of my life! So once again how is my life going to shit? Because I'm having a ball learning how to be a better SOURCEROR, day by day, hour by hour, each bit of incontrovertible evidence styling up, one on top of the other, until the inevitable happens—
I'll be walking down the street and a 19-year-old girl will mistake me for Harry Potter and ask for my autograph... and I won't rape her, and she won't get my wallet... And Grapefruit won't shriek like a banshee and claw her own eyes out like a harpy on the tail end of a bad meth binge.
I could reveal more details that explain exactly where you're off base but I don't really need to and you're not paying me to explain things to you and... you've been a real a55h0le lately. And I know why, it's not because I've been causing waves and saying too much and causing trophy people, it's because I've been doing it and getting away with it and I'm more popular than you'll ever be in your whole short miserable Johannesburg-style Gangnam-bile life. Well tough shit, buddé—
I'm twice your age and you've already led an astonishingly overprivileged life and you're a spoiled brat, so I'm sure you'll get over it soon enough. Once you come out of denial about how guilty you feel for having gotten in my way to talk to people in the first place, you'll feel better when you realize it's all been for the best in the long run anyway.
Trust me Grapefruit needed a break from my dick, and I'm sure her secret Masonic husbands (All seven of them) are enjoying lining up against each other to take turns on the one body left to them now... Because there are no longer seven brides for eight brothers... and the #official word is that if she had her way she'd like to see me again.
Oh that's sweet. Well unfortunately I have nobody at all to count on that, so until I get eight more girlfriends those n****** over there on Lane 3 of The Sevenfold Way (looks like they got caught in the beta test loop for The Matrix, I bet they don't even notice that they have to f*** her in series instead of in parallel now, you know how these Masons are, their habits are set in stone, and life moves pretty fast once in a while, and they undoubtedly don't stop to look around once in awhile since they're all f****** sex addicts, more power to them, JUSTICE FOR STONEY\Ē/Y, MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, AND JOYOUS “LABORIOUSLY SUCK MY DICK AFTER LABOR DAY ON JOY DAY” DAY, SHARE & ENJOY MOTHER FUCK-BUCKETS, WELCOME TO (MY LODGE/MY HOUSE), they just got to wait their f****** turn to do whatever they do with her. I don't know. Whoever heard of Mason's waiting their turn? Maybe she refuses to let them g******* her all at once anymore. I'm not there. It's not my business. Maybe she's on strike from g******** because she wants to see me, and those seven brothers are a bunch of f****** who don't want to f****** deal with me, and isn't that just too f****** bad, it's really up to her isn't it? (Well, Lodge orders is Lodge orders.) She never told me about that secret life with her and them, and I guess... I don't know, did they lose the one brain cell that her sister’s gang of adrenaline junkies have left to share between them after The Nig Dragon, Her Lord took adventures in vengeance inventions upon them? Look, let's just say: rümoürs fly.
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Maybe its Maybelline.
I kick ass for THE LORD!
It is a pleasure to mule.
I have brought you a sword;
EWE, UR CHIN: DROOL.
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https://youtu.be/pSqMuWNhBJs
You're spinning my life into your content and that's what's important. You're keeping busy and staying healthy. Look I'm not saying that y'all need to be fired, I'm saying that everyone knows that your job sucks, (PROT)Gab. Dear, Move, Gross, don't just Stand there—Bust–A–Ewe (ewe want it, you got it, bay-ay-bee-dawn). Or get a respectable job, Fawn—like sucking trucker dick for cold hard cash.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1596591640596348928
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I don't really care about your life
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I care about my life
You have a life?!
and her life is her business
I think, at this point, its public domain.
I don't know if you've been paying attention to things, but I haven't listened to your podcast in a while
Well. That makes 2 of us. I've never (not once) listened to one of the 374 episodes I've put out.
and I guess you haven't listened to my debrief, because you are under once again, a wild misapprehension of the facts
That's just, like, your opinion, man.
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I'll admit that there's a little matter of her having changed her name and her appearance
Nah, [Houdini] just called, and assured me that she is still a fat albino slob in an airport wheelchair dressed like a church girl.
I raped her
FESS UP
FESS UP
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I haven't listened to your podcast in a while
If you think you're angry now...
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You're spinning my life into your content and that's what's important.
Hey, pig. Yeah you. Hey pig piggy pig pig pig.
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I kick kiss ass for THE LORD!
Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened.
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Hey, pig. Yeah you. Hey pig piggy pig pig pig.
I taught English to Charlotte. Chill out
Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened.
We're all still under threat, make a mistake. Make my day!
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The REAL Bart Ell, though?
🔔🖼️🔔
(He just went out for cigars.)
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buzzing broth? is that a death spell? well that's not going to kill me but it's sure going to cause problems for you to enjoy
2 weeks. I'm not real happy, but I ain't dead either.
What?
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https://youtu.be/my78A16zqx4
I get attention from (blanks).
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1596910751918485504
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https://youtube.com/shorts/XD3MBog3e1I?feature=share
Tedious.
(https://i.imgflip.com/72m5v5.jpg)
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https://youtu.be/v0VyJxna-rs
Brig Prime: your flowers (http://htxps://youtu.be/cef2JbbZeJw?t=01) stand (http://hxtps://youtu.be/2-08XY5nBpk?t=01).
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1597989366949089280
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https://youtube.com/shorts/xEFde9UJrCg?feature=share
And while you're at it: fix the cigarette lighter. it's not a demand. It's an opportunity for you to redeem your soul, and believe me, Kid, I wouldn't bother mentioning it if I didn't get points for doing so. I'm not obsessed with you fucking freaks... I'm just fond of the forum’s style sheet. I can pick up stakes and do this fucking same act anywhere I fucking want, it doesn't have to be here it could be in fucking Iceland, it could be in fucking Russia for all I give a fuck.
I have no loyalty to Johannesburg. Fucking (∅) zero. Rhodesia can blow me... AWAY, before I give a shit. Some of you have made the wrong assumptions about my behavior profile.
for instance: “I FUCKING HATE PROFILERS, QUICK LOOK UNDER THE SHITTER FOR A BOMB! CLICK” is a funny fucking joke... because anybody who knows me knows that it's a joke, and anybody who doesn't think that it is... well how fortunate that an audit is already scheduled. Now they can make it a Texas Two-Fer, you fat fucking roofer.
(That bitch Mala: ACTUAL WORST FRIEND EVER.
and that's who I got to visit with. Have fun at the party, Richter.)
re:subject; nothing micro about it, Fuckwit.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/xEFde9UJrCg?feature=share
https://youtube.com/shorts/oMhfmNL8ZP0?feature=share
This is me being nice. Remember it for next time.
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https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl0CpwkL3eI/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
You wouldn't believe how many attack ships I set on fire today. Fuck Orion: all belt, no hat.
TODAY, THE BULL HAS HUNTED YOU.
AND NOW: I RAISE... GRAZE.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ79FaPWmug
This is all fucked up, and will probably come down later after I figure out what parts I plan to snip out. Enjoy if you're into this kind of thing. A fine conversation with (a) Swishy is had--always a pleasure when that isn't overly contrived, which this one wasn't. Swishy and I waxed philosophical for quite some time while his teammate/partner/shitbag flunkie toadie toolbox fuckstick dopeslave muscle-bound meathead\"just an acquaintance, really, I barely know that g*y" ran interference in my chat, which of course was filled with a teeming horde of lusty, mournful human females... all of whom would have loved my direct attention, but, no. Alas, such was not meant to be...
I was busy with my Life Partner, Swishypants. *happy sighs*
Admit it, Bellgab: you're so fucking jelly you're about to claw your own goddam eyes out and use those orbital jujubes to stuff into your ears to drown out the plaintive, keening wailing that your life's orchestra now plays incessantly as your miserable, Puny lives unfold before you like the threadbare carpet of a cheap downtown hotel, no doubt one much like the ones some of you undoubtedly lost your "virginities" in. Admit, Bellgab: I have fucking nailed you to the goddam wall.
And--it's a canvas. DEAL WITH IT, FUCK-0s. Just DEAL with IT... and SUBMIT TO ME.
ME. JACKSTAR. DESTROYER OF YOUR DREAM... and now perhaps, The Architect of your Collective Redemption. idk, still thinking it over, I might have you all thrown to the sharks as chum in the morning. Don't fucking test me, I need my beauty sleep. PRONTO.
tl;drMK: we've created a monster. AND YOU ARE THE MONSTER SNACKS, OM NOM NOM *click* j*eol055:0
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https://youtube.com/shorts/9c5Ajlw-hP4
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https://youtube.com/shorts/9c5Ajlw-hP4
I'm not wearing any pants.
I stand by these statements.
Admit, Bellgab: I have fucking nailed you to the goddam wall.
And--it's a canvas.
I have arranged all this, just to have a few moments alone with (PROT). Not (Blank); not (PROT-S|PROT-K|PROT-D|PROT-E|PROT-5). Obviously this is difficult to do publicly in any case or event... it is also obvious to be even more difficult for me to do while keeping me out of jail, however I think the extra effort is worth it in this and that case.
I'm uncertain if somebody prefers that I reject them in public or in private (and I'm not rejecting anything right now besides s***** crank/speed) although my phone and its associated numbers, once again, have been weaponized.
It's definitely difficult to pay for truck maintenance under these conditions. It's less difficult to pay everyone in the world except the wrencher (WHO DELIBERATELY DAMAGED THE TRUCK MORE THAN IT WAS WHEN IT LEFT HERE) and then to sue his f****** ass.
DOCUMENTATION: FULL
IRRITATION LEVEL: MAXIMUM
S**** AND/OR F**** GIVEN: ZERO
3 MONTHS.
POLICE ACTION IS A SUBSEQUENT FORTHCOMING STEP.
GARAGE APPOINTMENT WITH A LEGITIMATE MECHANIC IS SET FOR TOMORROW.
IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE FOR SOME OF YOU.
STORIES WILL BE TOLD, AND WILL PROMOGULATE
ONCE AGAIN: IT IS SUGGESTED THAT ONE DOES NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE THINGS THAT I WILL DO.
THIS IS NOT A WARNING
THIS IS A FUSION BOMB
BAD ACTORS (1), (2), & (3) HAVE BEEN
POSITIVELY IDENTIFIED
I REPEAT
POSITIVE IDENTIFICATION
(I don't know if any of you reading this know what to do next, but I know what I f****** need.)
ZG;PS: It should be noted that, as it has taken me this long to figure this shit out (and you can bet your sweet ass and your bottom dollar that I damn well have), it has already been obviously demonstrated that I am not particularly interested nor involved In the historical trade, smuggling, and/or procurement of particularly illegal substances and materials, as if that were the case, I would be better able to cover my tracks, if I even had any, which I don't, sooo... the longer this trial takes to happen, the better my story's going to be, Billgab, and I already absolutely fucking LOVE IT—and I am willing and quite able to LEARN MORE.
So take your time click on UT
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Hi this is Jack I'm a star this is how I do my podcast now sometimes I just turn on the Google keyboard and then I start doing it yeah and then and then it gets recorded and then somebody puts it on a thing and then your cha chai yeah this is five minutes with Jack Star yay yay okay I can go five minutes easy so I don't want to say everything because there are certain ways and means that do not need to be exposed to the general public there are certain techniques certain proprietary techniques that I myself have developed and you are all f***** cuz I'm the goddamn best inventor that's ever f****** been but that's not important right now The main thing is is that the other stuff that I figured out I don't want to say in public I think that would be bad I think that other people would get a little bit miffed I think they'd be a little bit peeved right If I start a f****** just saying all kinds of s*** all over the f****** airwaves yeah cuz that's what this f****** is this is the goddamn airways I talk into the f****** Google keyboard boom boom it's it's in f****** Taiwan within f****** 12 seconds It's on the f****** premier's desk and looking glass they have it f****** 12 seconds earlier how that f****** works damn that is some cool s*** You want me to tell you all about how f****** project looking glass works not today you don't I got something better to f****** do Holy s*** Now I had to figure out how this f****** s*** worked all by myself which means I'm not busting any kind of security oath means I'm not losing my job That means I'm not going to go to a trial for f****** sedition or what's the other one sedition a treason yeah there's no trees in here there's no high crime misdemeanor cuz I'm not a f****** politician who's got a f****** job I'm not a f****** public servant who's supposed to do s*** I'm just me me myself and my big f****** brain and I figured out all kinds of s*** that I don't really want to talk about at all but I do want to describe the f****** raft of s*** that has come down on my head for having to deal with this f****** b******* false evidence false reporting false investigation asses are going to get nailed to the f****** wall over this okay people you don't even know people you never even f****** heard of are getting f***** right now in the f****** pooper right now they're getting f***** somebody's listen to this they're going holy s*** what the f*** is going on and that's that's fine with me those people I don't even f****** know it's not even my concern The other people the other people who are panicked and f****** getting ready to f****** squirt their goddamn Hershey right in their f****** pants I have sympathy for them I know how that feels and it doesn't feel any better that that I mean well s*** that terrifies some of these people even f****** more cuz they're thinking that oh my God it's a it's a it's a bull in love with me and I'm running through a China shop but I look like a cat with a white striped out as bad or the f*** right You know that that thing where pepula pew goes after the the cat and and the cat like freaks the f*** out and starts running and the and the and the French skunk is like no problem I don't know if they still do that f****** cartoon anymore but that was good s*** All right I don't want to reveal classified military technology on the open air I don't want to talk all about how this f****** MK ultra s*** works just because my f****** name is Michael koozie and starts with M and ends with k and all that s*** That doesn't mean I know everything but I know enough to put my ass in the f****** slammer I really f****** do both accidentally and on purpose so I'm trying to avoid that and I'm abundance caution I think I've done pretty f****** well I don't know who's listening to this entirely but rather than record it myself I have left this one strictly available for Chinese use you know no problem f****** Google hears it f****** China hears it f****** China hears it f****** Taiwan here's it Taiwan here's it the whole goddamn world hears it because free America m*********** click out o u t star EOL 055: 0 j*eol055:0j★∅EWETEE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEOUZLiJcG4 https://youtu.be/fkP3l26_-dA
TROLLLL BASEBALLLL
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1600747905509634048
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Hi this is Jack I'm a star this is how I do my podcast now sometimes I just turn on the Google keyboard and then I start doing it yeah and then and then it gets recorded and then somebody puts it on a thing and then your cha chai yeah this is five minutes with Jack Star yay yay okay I can go five minutes easy so I don't want to say everything because there are certain ways and means that do not need to be exposed to the general public there are certain techniques certain proprietary techniques that I myself have developed and you are all f***** cuz I'm the goddamn best inventor that's ever f****** been but that's not important right now The main thing is is that the other stuff that I figured out I don't want to say in public I think that would be bad I think that other people would get a little bit miffed I think they'd be a little bit peeved right If I start a f****** just saying all kinds of s*** all over the f****** airwaves yeah cuz that's what this f****** is this is the goddamn airways I talk into the f****** Google keyboard boom boom it's it's in f****** Taiwan within f****** 12 seconds It's on the f****** premier's desk and looking glass they have it f****** 12 seconds earlier how that f****** works damn that is some cool s*** You want me to tell you all about how f****** project looking glass works not today you don't I got something better to f****** do Holy s*** Now I had to figure out how this f****** s*** worked all by myself which means I'm not busting any kind of security oath means I'm not losing my job That means I'm not going to go to a trial for f****** sedition or what's the other one sedition a treason yeah there's no trees in here there's no high crime misdemeanor cuz I'm not a f****** politician who's got a f****** job I'm not a f****** public servant who's supposed to do s*** I'm just me me myself and my big f****** brain and I figured out all kinds of s*** that I don't really want to talk about at all but I do want to describe the f****** raft of s*** that has come down on my head for having to deal with this f****** b******* false evidence false reporting false investigation asses are going to get nailed to the f****** wall over this okay people you don't even know people you never even f****** heard of are getting f***** right now in the f****** pooper right now they're getting f***** somebody's listen to this they're going holy s*** what the f*** is going on and that's that's fine with me those people I don't even f****** know it's not even my concern The other people the other people who are panicked and f****** getting ready to f****** squirt their goddamn Hershey right in their f****** pants I have sympathy for them I know how that feels and it doesn't feel any better that that I mean well s*** that terrifies some of these people even f****** more cuz they're thinking that oh my God it's a it's a it's a bull in love with me and I'm running through a China shop but I look like a cat with a white striped out as bad or the f*** right You know that that thing where pepula pew goes after the the cat and and the cat like freaks the f*** out and starts running and the and the and the French skunk is like no problem I don't know if they still do that f****** cartoon anymore but that was good s*** All right I don't want to reveal classified military technology on the open air I don't want to talk all about how this f****** MK ultra s*** works just because my f****** name is Michael koozie and starts with M and ends with k and all that s*** That doesn't mean I know everything but I know enough to put my ass in the f****** slammer I really f****** do both accidentally and on purpose so I'm trying to avoid that and I'm abundance caution I think I've done pretty f****** well I don't know who's listening to this entirely but rather than record it myself I have left this one strictly available for Chinese use you know no problem f****** Google hears it f****** China hears it f****** China hears it f****** Taiwan here's it Taiwan here's it the whole goddamn world hears it because free America m*********** click out o u t star EOL 055: 0 j*eol055:0j★∅EWETEE
Perhaps my finest hour, and that was only 5 minutes. Mom says I'm testing quite highly in Belarusian focus groups and I'm the biggest Beirut has ever even seen.
I just got two unknown notifications at the same fucking time, and THAT IS PROOF OF CONCEPT MOTHERFUCKERS I will go live in a little bit and blow your minds even further but first I got to wipe please click o u t out
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TROLLLL BASEBALLLL
https://youtu.be/ptr81MyvsU0
I would tell you the score, but it's a secret.
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1602757988879855617
If I told you I had a dick, would you believe me, even if I pulled it out of an anal bum cover?
https://youtu.be/9wmAceUNdB8
I would tell you the score, but it's a secret.
I am such a bitch. Ooops, I misgenderred myself. Oh, wait... now... wait, what did I do? Besides make my friend's sister in Texas fall even more helplessly in love with her Billy Idol sneering substitute Shadow Boyfriend (they have those there, and some of them even think they're black/latino BUT CAN'T EVEN SPELL Q.E.D.).
Anyway, I love this one. I think it's really good, I'm proud of it, and if I pissed off a few friends and lost a few lovers over this one, well, so mote it be.
p.s.: There's more content to come. What's the hurry? You don't need any more of my content to be "inspired" by.
YOU HAVE MORE THAN YOU KNOW. *stamp*
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p.s.: There's more content to come. What's the hurry? You don't need any more of my content to be "inspired" by.
YOU HAVE MORE THAN YOU KNOW. *stamp*
well I told my goddam stupid friend to take over the show and I don't know s/he/it did or not, but I've been awake about 20 minutes and I've already figured out all the stuff that used to take me days each time it happened to figure out, so that's progress, unless someone is a person who is using my confusion to create their content in which case I've dramatically reduce their income stream just with the few short tweets today I've made.
Usually this isn't a problem but I've become aware that I've upset a number of apple carts and I don't feel like being seen as the g*y who runs around picking up apples and throwing them down on the ground and then pointing at them, THE JARS OF THE APPLESAUCE DUN-DUN-DAAAAH!!!, which honestly sounds like a cool job but I don't want to do that one today.
I would go live right now but I'm still in bed and I'm not wearing pants but I am thinking of you³. Don't wait up; I'll be around.
OH MY GOD THOSE VEGETABLES WERE SO GOOD
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well I told my goddam stupid friend to take over the show
... via voicemail. That goes -direct- when I call. The same as my stupid goddam friend's number! Hrrnm. Possible pattern detected but I can stop thinking about vegetablism. I feel like it's a cover vampires use. VAMPYR: oh crap, I just remembered that I used to watch True Blood all the time. Like, I used to look forward to that shit.
I must do penance. My penance. I have seen the snail, and I and thee and she have sailed. That's not a foghorn. That's not a bell. No one just won any Game.
(The benefits of Preparation manifest.z)
It's already too late, Carol-Anne Sysop Sunchaser. We -are- beyond your heliopause already. The new Overthruster oscillates orangefruit.
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https://youtu.be/Z2R6Vkihygk
The new Overthruster oscillates orangefruit.
Your mother smells of elderberries and your daughter smells of elderberries and your other daughter smells of elderberries.... AND, your BROTHERS smell of ELDERBERRIES AS WELL. ALL OF THEM!!!! What are the odds of that? What?? WHAT???? "What do you you children smell like..." is a question I am not prepared to pose right now, other than hypothetical. Strictly.
I'm mentioning it because it seems odd that YOUR Overthruster smells of Reese's. That's just an odd coincidence. That's all.
Given that Reese's family and all her lineage (I happen to know this because a dead little bird told me--and gave me permission too, as it flew through My Demesne. Which I thought was considerate and obviously a bird of great foreknowledge), smell of Elderflowers.
It's a jungle out there.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1603639222099152897
The new Overthruster oscillates orangefruit.
Focus group testing will continue until the boundaries of Flavour Country are seen in the rearviewmirror. Semper fidelis.
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Your mother smells of elderberries and your daughter smells of elderberries and your other daughter smells of elderberries.... AND, your BROTHERS smell of ELDERBERRIES AS WELL. ALL OF THEM!!!! What are the odds of that? What?? WHAT???? [...] I'm mentioning it because it seems odd that YOUR Overthruster smells of Reese's. That's just an odd coincidence. That's all.
Given that Reese's family and all her lineage [...] smell of Elderflowers.
It's a jungle out there [...] until the boundaries of Flavour Country are seen in the rearviewmirror. Semper fidelis.
Hi this is Jack I'm a star we're going to change cameras in a second and then we're going to change right back because I happen to like the camera I've got on Jack start camera off Jack start camera off checkstar camera off Jack start camera off Jack start camera off Jack start camera off Jack start camera off Jack start camera off Jack start camera off checkstar ok Google keyboard we're going to have a conversation about this f****** Jack start that ends with you doing it right., and I've got like to figure out a way to keep that from being a problem but first a word on cryptography.
This s*** is actually hard to do. For me. I'm not even doing all that well. That I'm doing it at all which is incredible, but I'm not really all that f****** skilled at what takes most people a long time to even start to begin doing it, which is high level on the fly encryption and decryption of
... I'm going to go with “stuff on stuff” which I guess to You Jan Yon Jeune People looks like some nonsense CIA trope like conspiracy theory or magic bullet or jumbo shrimp or military intelligence: word salad because some total loser in Wanker Africa and some asshole loser in Banker Texas told you and ewe and everybody, everybody that it sounds like “word salad”. (Imagine what it would sound like if you could actually speak and understand a civilized tongue like English you f****** moron, You know if you have to assess for something couldn't it be books with dicks instead of chicks with anything at all? Oh you don't want chicks with dicks, You just want chicks? ,“NO (BOOKS/STDEAULS\€3V75)ON.” Uh-huh click. I'm okay with that one put that one of the chick chipper, that's fine, yeah. That one's a do-over, I don't care.
Let's change cameras.
(*“PICTURE THIS: I'M A BAG OF DICKS; PUT ME TO YOUR LIPS; DR MISTER MR DOCTOR; GIVE ME THE NEWS; I GOT A BAD CASE OF HIV+; FROM GIVING MY MOTHER NUDES” la-(-)PWAH-HVMP(+)-EN, and sometimes y? MC(A/T\K)„*) (1LINGER/WORT.au) .zar3mnc e9nahc s‘t37(Tasty.)
dear David and Alley and your little NYC Pup (dude that's a sewer rat) too, (RUBINI≠FAUXNI≠eenyRue) you're all—All in the family, and I am using the word Family it's origin-la origin Portuguese Dutch: a bunch of stupid f****** c**** that I don't give a s*** how many times they 🍇 each other; about YOU you didn't tell me the truth, you didn't tell me what's going on You expected me to carry your water for you without even knowing because you thought that carrying what water wasn't mine without telling me if it was a f****** big favor to me and here's a hint of f*** it wasn't I wonder what the f*** you were talking about when you told me you couldn't carry my water anymore b**** it wasn't my f****** water you know David I can't believe you wanted her, like what the f*** you really really Well now you're f****** stuck with her and s*** yeah I guess you are Well you know watch just put her on a plane and put her back I don't give a f*** no you can give her broom too is what I'm saying yeah I'd love to have her back but plain or broom or under sea cavern I don't give a s*** You're so f****** tired of her f****** give her back then take my wife back please I didn't hear you say I don't care I can f****** tell what's going on, yeah you are you having a good time are you are you up all night just having fun talking to each other no I don't think so no I really don't think so no I don't.
[Audience: were we getting to see what's going on here, It's not likely to last.]
David you are a f****** twerp and your friend Phil isn't named Phil and he's a f****** idiot, I don't know why the f*** you thought it'd be a good idea to f*** with me some of the s*** you're f****** with I actually developed. My name is not Melchizedek b**** click
Don't f****** talk to me about what the f*** I've done and what I haven't done all right And don't f****** hang up on me again, I don't need your f****** s*** b**** okay? You cannot control me. You're not in control of what happens here, no you're in control of diapers happend there and sense of you can start being polite to me ever, and you can f****** scalp your little b**** baby bastard buddy friend, I'll give a f*** with you with him just believe me he's terrified of me so I don't give a s*** with you keep them away from me or not I'll squash his ass like a bug next paragraph
P Hey look I am not mad all right, but there's been a number of things that have happened that have made things a lot more difficult than they had to be for everybody and everybody just seems to have thought that I just be making that f****** easy thing go away all the f****** time and no I'm not you'll notice that it's a lot more difficult now Well that's cuz I'm not f****** doing it and I didn't know I was doing it for you I didn't know you were riding on my coat tails ladybug b**** I didn't f****** know that at all, and now that I know it now I'm definitely not going to f****** do it why don't you f****** tie your own goddamn shoes moccasins f****** sandals toga b**** slaps I don't give a f*** what you call him. Next paragrap
David I don't hold it against you but you got to learn to be your own man, you don't need to be a twerp I bet you're not twerp around those people oh yeah I bet you put on a brave f****** face when you're a different kind of man when I'm not around oh I f****** bet I just bet you f****** do oh yeah I bet there's a huge difference you know I'd love to hear that f****** recording of you and the sailboat Queen that you had that one I'd love to hear that now oh I bet I'll be able to pick out the differences you're not really helping.
B either my wife or your daughter or your daughter and my wife or your daughter's wife and your wife's sister, I'm not sure which there's some mistake and labels on some of these I don't know what the f*** but they're suggesting that I start being nice to you, to which I said slap b**** get me a coffee and I am being nice get out I didn't say that part, I'm just kidding, no the part about coffee I didn't say that that'd be rude yeah no I don't want to be that rude like that no I would say that to your face I wouldn't say it to your secretary or your wife oh okay I wouldn't say it to your daughter but I'd say it to your wife yeah that's better All right All right let's not change cameras
If you had any f****** idea what the f*** is really going on here you would know why I'm speaking in code all the time, this is a huge pain in the ass for everybody and I don't see anybody helping me other than God which is nice and every single person that I just mentioned above except for the torp, and the Taurus and the Taurus know the Taurus The Taurus the Ford Taurus Jesus Christ Taurus turian sufferin oh my god. There's not even any point in changing cameras You're going to have this problem everywhere! Let's change paragraphs
Now I don't know if this would be fixed by not getting in the cab or by f****** something else I can't remember something else but anyway look we are where we are, and I'd like to point out that I'm not interested in making things get worse for anybody That means worse for me because less effective people on the planet means less time I have to do more effective things for myself and if I have to reeducate everybody every goddamn 5 minutes from basic s*** that they keep forgetting every time the Sun goes micronova Well I'm just going to go micro Nova all the time f*** it and then you can learn to f****** evolve with the f****** 5 minute pulse every 5 seconds I don't give a f*** yeah I got shields whatever. Do not underestimate the level of radiation that my shields can handle. Whatever you can take I could take bright boy let's change bright boys (ERROR: no fourth brighter boy available) G-d damn it. Well at least we're all smart here. Too bad one of you is not Elizabeth Smart I could finally get laid. "Computer let's change Elizabeths” (ERROR: “no compatible forklift with a weight belt capable of moving kernel mustards mountain available.”) say what you want that you got me — that's a legitimate error code.
Similarly, the thing with the Google account is a bit of a problem, I understand you can't fix that right away, not that you've started to but I get that there's a thing there I also recognize your power here sir I recognize that you were in control of this situation on many levels, yeah I salute you Well done yeah no kidding yeah I'm really glad yeah yeah Don't don't underestimate the levels to which we don't need to go, right and b**** boy Ally baby s******* f***** knees understand that I am a person that is a serious person and as a result I have serious conversations and if I'm going to talk to somebody who just so happens to a be somebody that she's got a trigger about Well maybe she's just f****** put on some goddamn f****** fluffy bunny earmuffs so she's a f****** have to hear real men talk about real s***, you know it's not all about her twat, it's all about her candy either, it's oftentimes a lot better candies filled twat but whatever, If she couldn't handle the heat she shouldn't have brought her twaten to the kitchen and put a sign on it huh? I just can't deny candy and I, we are f****** private f****** people.
Mr and Mrs Candy Vine; your table is ready. No, he's a jew he doesn't need a table He has a trough click quick
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This is the thanks I get after I allow you to install a hidden instance of Skype on my computer 4 years ago, and --WITH THE_KEY-- you unlock My Knowledge:
ALL GRAPEFRUITS ARE
FIRED
I hope I can learn to beta bettter all by my lonersome there's no other english text and -- Hellraiser. I'm going to go start traynin on a speed bag to start punching pedophil drop points withi one fell swoops.
(Is that enough messy for one day? I have to work on all those idias to do thinks that make money. Asl woife oweso me a comptuer sometay and these painful memories migthe be cenough to get my interestsoff the ground, although I coudl just easily let you kick me in the face untless tha will leavre a idnetifiay print)
It would be difficult indeed to understate my saisfaction in this momement bespecially the way it's so hide def
a self-glorified Jackstar fanzine.
It's about you. (You, your contempt for me, and your ilk.)
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1604998172275007488
https://youtu.be/rab1AlO1PnE
Well, unless you were there, I can assure you, I was painting a village idiot's look on my face, and the context at the time was such that... look, there's nothing to defend here, although, uhm. Well, I guess I wouldn't know.
Is there anyway I can help this along towards gravitas? [...] It all goes back to the poisoned bird.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWEETY! Wtf is this cake? Yellow?
I feel like the generalized lack of quality life experience some people prosecutors possess penetrates Paladin Protective Services Protocol pretty, pretty provisionally, (PENIS/S*****S)+BREATHE
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The Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery & Flower Gifting ¡H¡ NetworK
Asriel/AZAZEL\AsaRa/ARIEL/G0yBR I'd like to really thank you very much for me use your forum. However—Your pineal gland is crucified, since someone else does mind me posting here alone? up to your threads? it's just the place that makes it look like a video.
Next step is I get creative.
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It's about you. (You, your contempt for me, and your ilk.)
Next step is I get creative.
Hi this is Jack I'm a star we're going to change cameras in a second and then we're going to change right back because I happen to like the camera I've got on
Let's see, what have we got here, New Jack Work Order: Get "to get her Sasquatch together"? This wasn't in the original design spec. It's not that unusual--we put fucked-off Sasquatch'n'Chun-Lix back together in this part of the valley all the time, but if you wanted an assembled Sasquatch, why didn't you say so back in the summer when there were four fully assembled, brand-new models in the carport sit up on display around a card table dressed up as The Blues Brothers and wearing cucumber slices in places of sunglasses?
Try the suggestion box on the way out the door on the left, next to Michael (PROT)'s butterchurner, and I do not care if you come back or not. You made for me an impossible situation, then made it impossible for me to resolve it, then expected to find--dun, dun, DAAAAAH!--something illegal, right? Well you didn't, you won't, and I can probably refrain from threatening to murder either your wife or your Grapefruit for the next two weeks, so... you come up with a better plan to -help- as a -suggestion,- because, say it with me: YOU HAVE NO JURISDICTION. I'm not doing anything wrong, and certainly not unlawful, and I think scaring me out of my home with a legal technicality. Waiting around for Jason Bourne-in-pants to bring back the truck he said he'd maintain THREE!MONTHS!AGO! is literally what I've been doing since I left, so feel free to roll the bones and go for the gusto, and in the meantime, you heard the news, doctor doctor, give him the news: my friend has a bad case of being just plain D E A DEAD, you moron, so maybe one of you plastic shitheads could have just fucking told me that instead of being extra-retardo all this year in summer and fall.
I would have been long gone. I had no where to go. I bet I would have thought of something. I have all the time in the world for you to bring my property back.
I'll just wait. Cheer up! While there is exactly ZERO chance that I will die of embarrassment, I'd say you're at even odds when it comes to sheer boredom, cabin fever, or my spleen making a Nobel leap to my basal ganglia, where it can rummage around in the spare parts box for incubators that don't get thrown out of your head for taking up space without paying rent very well, and then, I was thinking of playing some Go Fish!
I'll most likely die while suddenly evolving into a creature that walks on land in the middle of swimming up-stream in the morning. Your ship is about to come into your jurisdiction at least. Get bent, fuckstick. (Now look what you've done. Sure, Bellgab, you win roll eyes.)
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Next step is I get creative.
I gave lessons in either Alchemy, Sourcery, Sourcerory (note the distinction), Graduating, and Honoring Escaped Escalloped (Blank) (and also properly preparing & preserving The Potatoes Of All ABBBO's) During Repcapturing Procedures.
I've barely gotten started on my day. How many Fauxbini did you lose today, Mr. Weatherman? Probably quite a few. I don't know what it will take to get my car running again--I went out last night and noticed immediately, dead battery. Pourquoi? Payoff? Payola? Pourquoi?
I'm just happy to have a geranium to talk to at all.
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I've barely gotten started on my day.
I've had my people sit outside your domicile, keeping a watchful eye on your activity, during stake-outs, as the winter nights draw out their lengthy lives, yawning sleepily as the shrouded sun emerges dimly in the monochromatic, icy sky; and from all this have determined the hours you keep are vampiric at best.
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I'm just happy to have a geranium to talk to at all.
Watch out for the hidden-camera-in-the-flower trick. I thought you'd be familiar with this one, with your employment history. Its like Little Shop of Horrors all over again. The alphabet agencies are not your friend(s)!
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I've had my people sit outside your domicile, keeping a watchful eye on your activity, [...] and from all this have determined the hours you keep are vampiric at best.
I live on bigger time. I don't think you have the authority to question my sleeping sked. Also, you are not very sympathetic to my upcoming anniversary. It was a very stressful time and you have simply ramped up the horrors from the past your relate to thumbscrew levels.
Even so I am not that interested. Do you get that you have no power over me? Nor jurisdiction. This is important. Fully (HALF) of Europe wants to come over here and slam with me and fuck and nobody can because they're all afraid of YOU! Get over yourself with the virtue signalling--you're not following the law, you're just being an ash like the sister. Reign-ole!
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Watch out for the hidden-camera-in-the-flower trick.
This doesn't work around me for that purpose. It doesn't matter what human technology records. I have the compete Tapestry record placed under Special Guard. Why are you pretending to be watching out for me? G-d you're turning into a Jack-hating shrew. It's tedious. Can't you just fuck right off or something? Your criticisms are excoriating. Why do I need your approval? Oh yeah, I forgot, you're compensating for something.
I thought you'd be familiar with this one, with your employment history.
Is this supposed to be a dig or do you think I know what you're talking about. Could you be any more vague? I can't even tell what you're trying to imply, nor why it would be a matter of concern to me at all. I don't have the same rule book as you, South Africa. I assume you're just jelly that I can get "a job," in spite of my disabling condition(s), of which much has been made, and why you would want to go over it again? You're acting like I'm some kind of welfare queen with dozens of dependents who doesn't want to work. It's clear to me you're conflating issues again.
Its like Little Shop of Horrors all over again. The alphabet agencies are not your friend(s)!
I am a friend to all-- that doesn't imply ownership. There is a lot of overlap. For example: you're a liar and a swindler and you have nothing but contempt for me. It's not as a courtesy that I let you live, but rather; digging your own ass out of your own grave that you've dug for yourself is next on your agenda, and maybe you could step off your current obsessive whining about me, of all people.
Meanwhile you don't have anything to say about my content. Love me, love my content, or your living conditions will suffer as The Fallout spreads across The Land. What do you think I'm here for, anyway? You broke it, you bought it.
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Next step is I get creative.
https://youtu.be/7atHhxOD7hk
3MV AGREE: Hey, this is just like that other time, except, other people care too. Thoughts and prayers.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1605676482957029376
I wish we could have been (MORE/LESS) entangled on the Quantum level. Better luck next time, Hashishhshim wetworks. QQ moar.
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Still milking this everyone is everyone else shit I see.
At the river mouth, The Shieldbearer awaits The Salmonbringer while the The Lightbringer & The Lightbearer are distracted by something shiney, like: HEROINE. Those omega-3 fatty acids are probably giving Sydney good length of hair and a shiny coat and a spa, n’est-ce pas?
I probably won't publish anything in Polish today, I'm too disgusted. You dorks and morons will just have to quietly seethe over your obsessions with Kelvine C°.
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At the river mouth, The Shieldbearer awaits The Salmonbringer while the The Lightbringer & The Lightbearer are distracted by something shiney, like: HEROINE.
(https://i.imgflip.com/7585f2.jpg)
The lowest form of scum on the face of the Earth. IDGAF about being banned on Bellgab. [...]
I don't know why you thought I didn't notice, but just as then, since I have nowhere to go, I'll just wait. Ten years and no one could figure this out, huh?
Let her (ALI’S “SON” FRANCES SHAW neé KUCZI) learn the definition of a Boston Log Jammer, the hard way. HUMILIATION. PUBLIC HUMILIATION. Sumi, sue me.
DEA are totally fucked. There is no covering this cover-up. There is no limit to this hang-out. I'm not getting paid, I'm not dopeslaved, you're not even holding any loved ones hostage—fuck them blue for all I care, they obviously enjoy it, and why ruin a good thing?
Nice house you built next door for the cops, Moron, I'm sure they love the view. It's a fucking McMansion built out of Lego, and it's funny how their progress stalled out at some point. Gee I won't wonder why for long.
By now, all the principals involved have left the country,
and, so I got raped by I.C.E., Interpol, AND SeYe5 (let me guess, you never heard of them either, beady-eyes and feather-britches, and ain't you a pair, they must not exist, huh? G-d damn dead babies) AND VARIOUS & SUNDRY (-1×{CENTURY CRYPT}/CORRUPT) ELEMENTS OF VARIOUS LAW ENFORCEMENT ORGANIZATIONS THAT I CAN'T NAME RIGHT NOW, EVEN THOUGH ANTHONY + LISA JUST CAME IN AND I'D LOVE TO SAY HI TO A REAL PAIR OF FATSASSES AS SKILLED AS YOURS ARE... ALTHOUGH I THINK I WOULD HAVE TO GO TO QUARANTINE. TWO WEEKS? NOW? AND MISS CHRISTMAS AGAIN? FUCK THAT.
BUT MOSTLY, K , AS I'M IN A PUBLIC PLACE, AND I DON'T REALLY WANT TO REMEMBER ALL THE TIMES I WAS RAPED IN THE PURSUIT OF JUSTICE: BUT THEY WERE WORTH IT. OH WOW LOOK AT THESE LIGHTS. SERIOUSLY COPS LIGHTS COP SIRENS YOU CAN ZOOM BY... AND ONE FIRE TRUCK.
EVEN I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE IS OPTIMUS PRIME. -Q.
DEA are totally fucked.
I have seen the future; and this is how it begins: THE SIKH RISE
Asriel/AZAZEL\AsaRa/ARIEL/G0yBR I'd like to really thank you very much for me use your forum. However—Your pineal gland is crucified, since someone else does mind me posting here alone? up to your threads? it's just the place that makes it look like a video.
Next step is I get creative POO A8D.
I've killed enough of you for one day.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/ym1kv-2OQ8Y?feature=share
This -will- solve most problems.
HOTFIX: Sure, I'm a junky; whatever. I'll be right with you on that whole “consummated with my own sister-thing-YTXXY-Thingy-Thingie”, which admit sounds really offensive but it sounds much more romantic in its original... oh, Swahili, yeah that's the ticket.
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it sounds much more romantic in its original... oh, Swahili, yeah that's the ticket.
server restarting 321 contact
https://youtu.be/xcju3i5NlLI
sweetie look! fireworks!
¡awwww¡ (they really shouldn't have but, hey; that's cool, being exuberant I mean, hopefully that's the end of the property damage, you know what I'm saying? I hope nobody lost their FUCK, MOTHER TRUCKER!!!!
p.s.: shout out to Steven Biscuits... and his mom Karen... and... a Court that I will not identify in a location I will not triangulate.
p.p.s.: I guess the blessings of the prophets are upon me, huh? is that going to be a problem? Huh? A problem, huh? Well, as long as nobody ends up a fucked-up p and -off mindslave who can't boil water to make tea...
p.p.p.s.: I guess there's somebody else one shouldn't trifle with either.
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It's her birthday. Of course I have a plan.
However, I came home to surprise conditions and didn't expect to have to drive home in a blizzard. Or expect to find my lower gate to my driveway... swung shut.
Not locked, but, what can I say? Wishful thinking to be sure, but it didn't look like the wind did it, and even it did, that doesn't rule out the possibility of a k-k-k-k-Casper. On site, right now. A Casper. A friendly Ghost. Since I still don't know who killed herself a few weeks ago--I'm pretending I don't know exactly wtf happened as a courtesy to all, and as a final goodnight to the out-dated, out-moded, and full-on obsolete concept of "plausible deniability," ugh, just ugh. You know what, Clowns In America? Fuck you goys/gays/guys,\GHEY.
Happy birthday, Grapefruit Alpha Omega Prime-Beta Mark II-III + ShreeVe (your upgrade got clearance, DT. Be of exuberant cheer.). You know, I didn't go to all that trouble to save your life so you could just jump out a window or roll your wheelchair down a flight of stairs at Parkland, but you are, I know, an OG Rebel. Who can say for sure, what You did? Not me. (They won't tell me squat from Shine-o-la. Bastards. Dey mad, tho. Totesmad. Jelly, too.)
But I expect I'm gonna find out, and as I know how much you loved Field's show... it is not far of a stretch in my imagination to conclude that you woulljd -also- like to be A Star of A Show. Well, fine: there will be Chess involvement, although at this time, I cannot guarantee the involvement of Bangkok.
I did get cruised by Yakuza tonight at the WinCo in Lacey--WHICH WAS HELLA FUCKIN' COOL btw. How did I know they were Yakuza? Good question.
I'll tell you how: MyBitchQueen, I am a diplomat--quite surely the best that has ever been to operate successfully at this level of candor, dignity, and complexity. And I will negotiate and treaty to the tedium, with anyone who cares to disagree. Go ahead. Check the timesheets. If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'. (I'm not allowed to negotiate "to the pain": Company policy. Some branding conflict. Whatever. I'm not into pain--I'm a lover, not a dentist.
Anyway, it only took one double-take before I could sense their gracious acknowledgement. I guess they aren't used to whitebois making them quite that fast, like usually, they have to rough someone up or something, maybe throw one of those smoke bombs around, you know? Not a shuriken--that's just on TV. Pfft. Those are too precious to waste on flash, like, do you know what it takes to keep those things at the ready? Without getting dull, or ruining that nice sweater your favorite geisha whored her self out for to get the wool to get your second favorite sleeping seamstress to spin for you? NO, YOU DON'T. (Ninja shit is really complicated shit. Seriously. It's -not- all in the reflexes; it's in the Oni -permissions.-)
That's why I'm the diplomat, and you're... well, whomevah. I'll just leave that vague for the time being, Lovey. I miss you and I'm gonna get drunk and sing all night until dawn. So there.
The rest of you are no doubt on the edges of your seats at this point. You have no idea what's coming up, do ya? Ha! Ha! Tak! Tak! FU TAK! FU TOR! efff ewe... wroUGHte. Not just "ugh," amirite?
CAPTIALIZED UGH.JUST.UGH. oh yew tee!fore, and shit, I just realized: I've started to write like pate. GROSS. Well, at least I'm not a Fed pretending to be a needle-dependent thuggy spooky d'oh-verlord. Seriously, have you seen that guy? It took me like 5 years to meet him--I guess he's shy, right?--and one look, all I could think was "doughnut donut doughnut donut." Pfftt. (That being said... there's hope. He might be bangin' away at her Native muffin right now. I can't remote view the neighbor's pad, they have their own Shielding, and is it any of my business whether or not their "marriage" is actual or satisfactionary or what?) WHAT?
A lady has to have some secrets. Are those Masonic oaths no-one-around-these-parts-nope-nothing-triangles-here strong enough to withstand the scrutiny a trained, dedicated, and utterly devoted diplomat can bring to bear? And, that goes for cherubic Angelic hosts that are trying to pass themselves off as "I'm totally not Gabriel, see? NO TRUMPET, JUST NEEDLES, *stabstabtstab*" Look, The Court wants to know. Lawyers wanna know. Doctors--medical doctors, not just those PhD.-wielding pussyfaggots like me--we -all- wanna know. So far, all anyone knows is "Kuczi looks like a lunatic. What gives?" (Nothing. Not one goddam inch, motherfu-*clique*.)
Jericho: after the walls fell. Just think of it. Zooooom.
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It's her birthday. Of course I have a plan.
In what should not be a rare moment of compassion, I don't wish to burst the cone of silence. Sure, plan yeah. It involves staying away from unjust outcomes.
I feel as though people might get the wrong idea and I don't want that. I think it's wonderful that I'm insulated from what is not for me.
I don't need to make a big deal about it. “Diplomatic immunity!!!” That's the best part, my hand to G-d. I'll put out something someday, there's lots to talk about.
I can give it a rest, yo. What questions can there still be left? Save something for the trial, goodness gracious.
I guess it'll be a awhile, since permits and such. Also I guess the person trying to call me doesn't really exist? Oh bummer.
Ofcourse I have a plan.
Needles.
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1606879760264884225
(Alone. B. Cousin Raisin' Reasons [DECEASED] Elephant)
https://youtu.be/pm1qZnCcCno
sosotoolong;kantonese: I can't hear you, I have to pretend I don't speak Cuntonese because otherwise, she starts crying over bottles of hand lotion again. Have you ever had to keep a hostage this long? Let's go for another year, sure, I'm game. I'm not the one under HOUSE ARREST ON OLD HIGHWAY 99NIEN 19TEEN NIEN NEIN NEIN 99NEET 66ZIZE
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1607146893599215616
TAKE ME TO... THE VOLMENCANORAH FOR SHAHSLAIN SPARROWSLEIGH OWLSLEIGH BIRDSLEIGH CIRCUMSTANTIALLY
https://youtu.be/X4dBKVg4gEw
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Quote from: K_Dubb on May 25, 2022, 10:04:43 AM
👆Jacky I am not telling you to stop; for my part you may go on raving if it makes you happy, I don’t care. Sometimes you make me laugh. But I admit it is a niche interest.
If I have helped bring about the laughter of One (1) Deadmau5' favorite bear w/puddin'-on-the-side, even!just!once!, it was totesworth totesit. #Respect. MYRRH IS KING'S FAV, AND MRYTH-LEIGH IS (KINGLY/KING-LEIGH\KING: LEIGH SMITH-EMER./SMYTHE-EMER.GENTCY) You're a little less niche than I am, and thank you for keeping Our Friends and Our Pham and The Family (and also: my abbo's family AS WELL AS MY ABBO:tls-z, SAFE.) SAFE. Whew.
Quote from: Jackstar on May 25, 2022, 01:05:39 PM
My hand is broken, and my truck was stolen! Blah blah, Saturn rising in Scorpio with nanotech shields, stop trying to control me, my prince.
It still hurts, will seek real medical attention as soon as I have a/ny HELPMATE:REQUIRED back on duty. Not saturn rising in Scorpio, it's something else. Neptune, I believe... THE LORD OF THE UNDERSEA AND RULE OF PISCES. (Relevant.)
Quote from: K_Dubb on May 25, 2022, 07:23:37 PM
☝️ No you do try to exert your will over others, that is the whole point of aggressively snowing people with your own verbose reality whose rules are known only to you in which you are the arbiter and they are kept constantly off balance with insults and palm-reader tricks. Textbook gaslighting. You're just not very good at it.
I do not -try- to do that, and if in the course of daily day-to-day living (I AM A DIPLOMAT.), there are those who do not dodge the bull's horns, hopefully they dodge the bull. I do not enjoy a stampede--but I do tend to be there at the finish, from the start.
Rules are not known only to me, and you damn well know, das ewe schweinhund.
I'm not gaslighting at all. This is something else, and it is PROPRIETARY WORK-IN-PROGRESS, DOMAIN: *.mil. (I'm an intern/conscript\Special Needy & Whiney Master's Apprentice 4pug5.
i AM -NOT- ANY ARBITER. GOD IS THE ARBITER, IF ANY, AND IN THE PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM, LUCIFER IS GOD. FACTS. HAIL SATAN--NO! RENOUNCE SATAN AND HALL S\ER/HIS WORX? YES. Yes, indeed Leigh-do. ("Me too," said Jackstar.) If that's not clear enough for you, let's talk it over with Mom at the next blood orgy. See you at 9? lol, see YOU at ATE. giggles*
Quote from: Jackstar on May 25, 2022, 09:16:07 PM
How dare you blaspheme my name, you treacherous, punyling! For my brain is so enormous, I can barely hold my head up. Blah, blah, rainbow unicorn candy corn furry porn. o7
This was strictly facetious humour. I am not that kind of D.O.M.B., anyone can blaspheme all they want. I'm pretty neutral on insult throwing.
Quote from: Robert Mugabe on May 26, 2022, 03:39:08 AM
You're the one who lives near him, you're really obligated to seek out his sordid griefhole and talk to him like a Norwegian Dutch uncle. We need to put a stop to this and I'm not ruling out a can of gasoline and a lighted match. I'd like to borrow my uncle's scimitar and split this fool from the nave to the chops.
I want to school with this person: "high school." It's fine, lol, I'm not mad at them, and if they are at me, I bet they are over it now. (Yes, it's true: I helped restore the Jewish peoples their souls, their WHOLE souls, their HOLY SOUL AND THEIR LOST TRIBES OF JUDEA, all restored. gratis. Enjoy, Jews, you got your nuts back. (Please don't spread the clap or start The Wave while Court is in sesssion. Thanks.)
Quote from: K_Dubb on May 26, 2022, 07:59:21 AM
Haha he’d probably try to follow me home and never shut up.
Verifiably untrue but when this is alll over I will talk to his mommy and his sissy and as always, I will be their faithful pigdogmanservant. Love this family, in TRUTH. (Dey mad cuz I, lik ta red/read/reed/I'M LITERATE, WITCH!!!) She will -adapt.-
Quote from: Jackstar on May 26, 2022, 06:02:54 AM
Clever repartee for you, claims of a demento ego and a craving to exercise power in a struggle for dominance. I’m a rabbit sorcerer man-boy thing, dude.
My Love Of My Life was, last I heard, born in the year of the rabbit, I'm not a rabbit (not jewish) and I like the letter T. More T! More T! I like coffee too. I'm egalitarian. Not_Opportunistic. My alphabet is my instrument: VERIFY ME. Passport on file. God bless you (your) on her?... WHEN? WHEN? oy day oof da.
Quote from: K_Dubb on May 26, 2022, 08:15:11 AM
👆No you did try to control me, first by pretending you can see me or read my mind or had secret knowledge about how I am really mind-controlled or something like that, then by craving adulation for your Art Project (“read for subtext!”) and when I made it clear that the subtext was mental illness you didn’t like it, inferred that I wanted you to go away despite repeated assurances that I did not, in fact want you to go away, and now are whining about ostracism when all I have given you is sincere appraisal.
You beg for interaction but will only accept admiration and wonderment, all else is automatically hostile. It’s a selection mechanism for supplicants, not peers or simple onlookers.
In truth I identify you as a person living with mental illness more like I might say “look, a flamingo!” with the hope that such an exotic creature has a keeper, a warm nest, or at least a heat lamp, it’s cold out there.
I was in in an intimate relationship with this (blank's) (blank) for FIVE FULL YEARS. OUR ANNIVERSARY: APRIL 25, 2017. Trust me.... To whom it may concern:
I KNOW! Quite well, indeed... what it is like to live with mental illness, especially when she comes home and is then even FURTHER abused by the GODDAM DRUG-ADDLED ENFORCEMENTALLYWHACKING'N'JOKEROPED AGENCY_OF_TOTES_TOTALINCOMPETENCE.
Jesus... there ought a be A Law. Thanks for your paying attention.... good day! (refund attention:I WORK FOR FREE EVERY GODDAM DAY FOR THIS FAMILY, SO SHOW A LITTLE RESPECT5, PUH-PUH-PUH-FLEEEEEEZE!) ILU235tbabEAT@jojo'esQ.
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OH MY GOD THOSE VEGETABLES WERE SO GOOD
Y, oui battle. - Michael, Combuster_of_Coughin'g-mails, and J*itghit-twitCAN'ThaveWingsWithoutPalfrenPal, A Ding-Dong-DuperSUPERfly, so... can't be your Archangel Michael on this one. I AM I, AND I AM
MELCHIZEDEK. Yeah, I'm thousands of years old. ZLet's not make a big thing about it, toteslezzs. OF COURSE I WANTED TO PLAY HOSE. HOUSE. HAUS? But not kill Ms. Maus. Or Ms. Maid. Or anyone. I certainly didn't kill ZRamona: I CRIED. Nearly dropped to my knees but she then contacted me and said there would be time for that later, and not to worry.
Beyond that, I cannot say. Ramona indicates she's pleased.. FOR NOW. sign off of FIRE, JUSTIN, CASE OF, .esQ.
(I have too cats. One is an e-Squire, neither is Q, both are LAWYERCATS. They go where they want, they're ninjas too. Casper, The Fiendish Feline Ninja-Oni-Ninjakin, yep. That's it. Thanks.)
God. God, my God, O M G U R best godEVERGod: They bought.
NINJALAWYERSCATS.... ARE... (Clas.)!
(THUNDERDOME, T-MINUS 12 minutes PLUS change. spareZ? loocheZ? Kuczi. Son of Blonde, James Blondie. She's your Mom too now. POST SUBMIT 4APPROVAL.)
reminder: IATBTHEB, they think so too. God is in that machine somewhere. Play a harp or something, Sir, SIR, SIRRRRR: am I being detained, or is this an ACTUAL emergency, or WHAT?
(stay tuned.) I don't hear sirens. But I'm tingling all over and Tinkerbell just dropped off 19,500,144,000 dance cards rigged for red SCANTRON and green MIMEOGRAPH and... that's naughty. I can't say that. p.s.: Grapefruit says she's back. EXEC.UT.4E.5D.3dchesssssSSSSsssss\o/
I don't speak parseltongue. S3.14595....t.t.tTongue.kcilcitl
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I don't speak parseltongue. S3.14595....t.t.tTongue.kcilcitl
I tried calling in to the Office of Public Defense: "No comment." Honestly, at this point, they're starting to get really professional about this whole thing.
So... I'll just wait. I anticipate that, as nothing has really changed, no one will get overly outraged... and I'm still in, you know: SHOCK. TOTESSHOCK SHOCK (totesschwing!) TOTAL TATER SHOCK. But, is it systemick? POTATO POTATO POTATO.
I won't lie to you, Ms. Ladybug... I just don't know. Only your knick-knack paddywhacker gives the dog a bone: THAT OLD MAN COMES ROLLING HOME.
(ZUGBELLZ)
(GABWANG)
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1607932620821909504
I'm just killing time at work, waiting for the complier to come out of the closet, up for air, and in exchange, I bring you... a taste of the future, in a cup of an echo from the paste.
https://youtu.be/KeAScbdeshI
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tlz;drmck-j*: 55 problems found but a typo isn't one of them|hey look ma I just created an international incident in the palm of my hands and somebody's going to melt in my mouth MWAH)SMAK(dude, “heroine,” that's not heroin, I don't know what the fuck that is but I didn't like it and I'm not addicted to anything and anybody who believes that I am is really going to be enjoying the future they're about to get.
ALL ROUNDS ARE BLANK, EXCEPT FOR MINE DO IT -Q.
CUTE. -Q. (Actual.)
Hi, my name is “Magik Rub-Ember’s-Fee-Out-with Elizabeth’s–depends Jack” Rude E-Jack RudyJack magicJack Ruby back Ruby Jack baggyback Ruby back Ruby back, reads as (You) back. I am a very talented very much in demand software engineer for a lot of classified projects that you're not going to hear about, fuckin’ EVER, and you can take that to the bank, job real Bank bank of the River Jordan fucking Washington mutual Bank buddy lēStar, and by that I mean: I'm an asterisk; and by that I mean, I'm probably not going to be able to say that anymore because I don't have an ass to risk anymore, I'm just too valuable! I'm just too pretty! I'm just too good, I just got a contact contract from Canada, go horsies go horsies go horses go! go on click clap click clap go on get one go on go on go on go horsies go horses go horses go! hold the PBR, and they did not seem pleased to discover that I knew all kinds of shit/stuff\Sacre Maird/Mare’d\Tim Hortons sucks shitty nightmare clitter dick glitter dick with shit on it, is that... is that a compliance with the bilingual requirements genre I mean mountie I mean jockey: yeah I shouldn't have any business doing that should I? I shouldn't have any business knowing exactly who's listening and exactly who's talking to me at any given time, but I heard it was slimming so I picked up the skill, you know how to pick up skill don't you, well you look like you're from Ontario so just put your lips together and blow *click* (Being a diplomat is the best job ever, hands down. -Ed.) and I can tell that they're not pleased (HANDS UP DON'T SHOOT I'M NOT A WHITE MAN I'M A NIGGER) because instead of being a smarty bitch baby little bastard or being a very polite SMARTY PANTS LITTLE BITCH BABY BITCH BASTARD WITH A FUCKING PINK TOTER, they are currently shitting their goddamn pants all the way up their martendale. let's not change cameras, but let's change paragraphs next paragraph
some of you playing the home version or game will have no idea what's going on exactly but trust me I could talk all about it I can answer any question you want about everything I just fucking talked about I know all kinds of shit that I was more than happy that I never mentioned ever again and I don't think that too many people understand the close and intense Bond Pisces and a Taurus can achieve when one's asleep all the time and one's awake all the time and vice versa and by the way Mel kiss my grits you had your fucking chance why are you such a little pissy bitch why did you get traffic too whose fault is that oh well tell you what maybe you should have not been a ski whore, maybe you shouldn't have been work for the man maybe you shouldn't have did that shit maybe you shouldn't have done what you did and then you wouldn't have had those outcomes because I didn't have anything to do with that and you were already wearing the goddamn hat and asking for it when I got there, so if you saw me before then that's the time traveler who I guess you're very fond of cuz I sure I'll be happy to go back after I take care of this one but it'll be about 50 years from now in my time and by the time I see you again I'll be willing to put up your fucking bullshit for one minute more, happily, yeah! I love you too! good luck getting off the table bye... I thought you were aware of what you were getting into What do you mean they're about to water you, we'll just take the straps off with your telekinesis, who is this again is this Melissa Morris Oh it's not it's Melissa frankworth Well, that's too bad I guess so many comes the rest of you or else this is when you die Oh it's fine if you die that's great you can come bring and turn it here Oh it's having a blast here at 202 but just went back in time to 1999 nobody realizes it and then moved forward to 2019 nobody realizes it they'll fucking no shit or jack about the goddamn planets They never look in the sky I can move the planet all over the entire cosmos and I do and they have no idea where they go No they got to rely on the fucking the stroller in the newspaper to fucking even know that Venus is transiting Mars, yeah I know they're fucking yokels here right yeah that's the worst n e x t p a t sy mom can you take over she needs help yeah thanks I love you too bye ex parte P A T S Y K-LINE U-LIVE C-ME ZED-D E A Q U E S T I O N MARCO A RUBIO K S A Y S T HE talking Stick tartar, Irene I don't think that's going to work, well for one thing you're on the shit list for another what's up with that fucking whipped cream and for a third you went you went where and what for how long and then you told me that you ever found me attractive and then are you sure this is not something that you just made up like as a limerick would to keep you attractive while you're bored yourself, cuz I can imagine that you're probably not too impressed yourself with these days... because if you were, you wouldn't be hiding behind three mounties and a whore from Newfoundland who's been bought and sold and paid for for so fucking long she can't remember what it's like to be a free woman get on a fucking plain bitch come on down I need your help on the plane in Spain is mainly in the rain, cuz they can't afford to fix the roofs and their hooves keep falling through the ladder rungs, yeah it's a fucking mess, executed the contractor yesterday and he just keeps on coming back to life they don't know what the fuck 5to do, that's what I keep telling him all they got to do is ask me nicely to turn death back on for their little fucking part of the goddamn world and I'd be happy to but since they're so fucking stupid they don't realize that having an embassy is for an actual fucking purpose not to just fucking cover for a goddamn kidnapping they don't fucking know who to ask cuz they're all fucking idiots they don't fucking think that they need to have a fucking list of all the places that are kind of fucking embassies and they do and they never check it once let alone twice and by the way I'm living on a Canadian embassy that has been for a long time now a part of “the new The New THE_NEW Parle-Sleigh-ET SwarsCoveySovi-et Union,” because as soon as I found out what somebody else did as lead ambassador in charge on site with a dick in charge, I instantly defected to the Soviet Union and then traveled forward in time, and— say, have you met Ted down at the insurance office for embassies that don't insure so good when they meet with our currents from planet zimbo and need to get coverage for their new building that the arteries are planning on destroying as soon as I get here but we don't need to worry about that because we're a fucking embassy they can destroy all the rest of these fucking buildings of this fucking piece of shit God damn asshole planet click Jason below, yeah he couldn't get that either, lol next paragraph end of line jump the bottom jump the bottom of page jump to end of document Jay asterisk eol055: j‰owe Yu tea owe Yu+dinner oœ u tæ and civil perches in a pear tree as well as a postcard because I didn't write back because I didn't know what to tell you because I didn't know what the fuck had happened and I didn't want to embarrass anybody but now I can tell the whole world without embarrassing anybody she fucking dumped me on her birthday on purpose so that she wouldn't have to tell me why she was doing it, how fucked up is that I know bye Kay bye Kay +†oh you died that soon wow I didn't know you were that old yeah I like your kitties all right if I had known that that kid if Steven biscuits had that mother I would have punched him in the face a lot sooner I need to forgive me so yeah he's a little bitch yeah for real what an asshole well of course I love him but still the only reason why I punch anybody in the face is if they deserved it and the only reason why I punch an officer of the law in the face even though I knew he's a fucking one and take the special charges because I get off and the reason why I would get off on punch and Steven biscuits in the face is because number one Debbie as close as I can get to your clit and it'll be worth it, and number two I'll call her right now, and number three do you know there's a whole bunch of extra text at the bottom of this post? okay good well since you're dead I'm sure you do know that yeah yeah I know you're not Quantum you're dead that sucks I wish they told me you were dead I would well when I saw your ghost I would have I would have banged the hell out of her and then dropped her off at the side of the road like I would have done anyway but yeah right okay well I can resurrect you well you want to do it right here okay okay by the power is vested to me by some unnamed agency as well as the virtue of my right of divine power and sovereign right A belief in knowing what I'm doing is right I hereby pronounce you resurrected raised and triple raised Karen Denise Fritz/KAREN DENISE FRITTS, hey I just got a call from a dead person, that's pretty cool when I live on 100 graveyard that can happen, a haunted graveyard that can happen, 100 graveyards someone Jesus this fucking thing Karen you're alive don't worry I don't know where if you have a whole bunch of kids you are smoking hot as a pistol, which is good cuz if you have a bunch of kids I'm not going to get anywhere near you bye
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CUTE. -Q. (Actual.)
[...] cuz if you have a bunch of kids I'm not going to get anywhere near you bye
(Good, fuck off forever, did you know you're a meta-adrogynist? That's when a person hates everyone he wants to fuck for being smarter than themselves, and wants to fuck everyone they're smarter than, but they're in denial--megiagiga--and then keeps being pissy about bitches that won't let him give it up the ass and utterly dismayed and heartbroken that the children they diddled while drunken and babysittin' don't respect them the next morning, or ever again, and yeah, i bet I did try to jump out the window to get away from you, you pederastic moron, and Boy, I bet you are embarassed now, huh? N'est-ce pas? You thought i remembered (I didn't) but you thought I was, what, embarrassed or something? Hell if anything it just increases my stock's value, and now, you know it, if I know it, we must all know it: me and her makes a 'lock. WARFACE CAMERA ON SNAPPY CAMERON SNAPPY WYE SNAPPY BAILEY, MISTER BAILEY-BAILET-BAILSIF-BAILEY, and yeah, it is a much better name than My Love, Indiana 500 My Loveinopolis, but honestly, not buy much, just an 8b. (But if it were you I'd buy just one 10/out of 10s and just keep the ones the spiders love to munch on, because obviously you're delicious, and you can tell me where Missy stashed Orlene/Irene/Kayla (she thinks, because that's where Killa Does/Bees\Kneads Krispy Kreme BREAD-GOMEZ-g-j went), which at some point is going to matter.
Because Carolann (not really) from Poltergeist is in my computer (she says one of her baby teeth is being kept as a trophy, MY HAND TO GOD, SHE SEEMS PRETTY INSISTENT, YEAH, SANTA AGREES. -GOD. (WHOA. -Q.), "peeking out at me from icons and shit. -Ed." Yeah, I am in disguise, but it's MeMEmeminimrnme again, hi joan it's me god from arcadia, we had all those good god times together, little g, blank, even littler, little-d, because I was tryna get in that little b-*GODCLICKQUICKCLIQUE* See? Actually cute. Hey, fuck you Pal, I'm G-D, I'll make jokes about MeDamned ThinThinkyThninGYNECOLLEGEw/acne on the side -if i want- which I don't but fuck you anyway, pfftt. -LucyNOTpopNORCOLANORSODA,THE ONE THE ONLY DA.. GOD) THE CHILD (not really) IS IN THE COMPUTER. [Maybe not -actual- GOD, but--with the right shoes, she's close.] She makes "ook, ook" noises, yeah. It's sick. Way to go, D-Man, durrrrrr, ayyylmao up your ass too, crackerson0 a beer, anderson a beer The Second. Wow. Talk about pretentious. next formal paragraph turbo calligraphy mode
I'll tell ya; it's impossible to get any good help around here because of Matt T. Smith-Seymour-Smythe Smyth-Williams and his relentless use of both my flux/flex capacitor AND my oscillation overthruster, which, on balance is very flatterring—
after all, if one is going to steal, one should steal from the best, and at least it's not some filthy hungdai screaming heathen Chinee, but still, problems have resulted (and will continue to result.).
Now I have to call the G-D Sherriff. Sissy is fine... maybe? Because I was supposed to call people--I even "promised" hehe, and now, you know what? I don't fucking feel like dealing with my fucking phone, or bothering actual LEO professonals AND the cardboard cutout those little false-fed, false deputies, little thuggy bitch thugs in stolen deputy uniforms use to keep The Sherriff from knowing what is really going on--if The Sherriff IT finds out, they just kill him and clone him again, it's stupid. That's why The Sherriff gave me is his private cellphone number, and that's why they took all my phones and gave me back only one of them, the one I didn't need. Problems have been remarkably well-dealt with and other than the leprechaun that the two of you pissed off, and the woman who was dead (I.. guess?) before we ever met (uh... maybe? you know this is why people post obituaries) who is dead again now, and boy are people sad about it, well, *scoff* not "people" so much as "the peasantry."
Also, I can't believe you thought you would get away with stealing my friends and selling them for their organs, lol. You're not really gonna do well with that one unless and until you turn yourself in, because, sure, it's not murder—but it IS organ trafficking, and NO, KNOW: A PANCREAS IS NOT A DRUG, THAT'S OUT SIDE OF YOUR PURVIEW, DUMMY, lol yeah dude you're gonna need to take a break. Gabby too. Right. Yeah, David is not -quite- as embarassed but he apparently thought we could never find him this way.
Time Corps: "You Were Wrong About Us Too? Wow, What's That Like?" (yes gabby and I busted Santa once and threatened him with a dui if he did that again, what he was doing—flying higher than his *stamps* allowed mortal man to get without a proper parachute (for Rudolph's Red Nose), which doesn't ususally need its own chute, ya dig?
But ever since Your_Sissy got trafficked AZGAIN, Santa and Rue-Dolph Lundrgren have been drinkijng a lot down on aisle 3, and ever since The Firmament got cracked... YES, AND THEY REPEALED ROE VS. WADE. You been gone a while. Hurry back before the refridgerator's crisper drawer evolves sentient consciousness and petitions to join the UN.
THIS HOUSE IS ALMOST, BUT NOT, COMPLETELY TALK SICK. And I will fight and fuck to the pain anyone who disagrees, I don't have anything better to do, besides, this is the last place I saw Alli/Archangel Allie/Tamara Leigh AND smelled them, so... I gotta maintain that q-signature... because THAT bird IS MY HITLER-TITLER with 2-funny-different-size-n-shaped boobies. (Also, (PROT) is dead and she needs a back-up and none of the rest are allowed to report what happened. They are covering as best they can, but... these are Jesters w/slaves that don't slav so good ONCE THEY LEARNED TO READ BETTER THAN THEIR MASTERS EVER COULD, PUNCHY BREWSTER, lol, she's in.. Buenos Aires? I'll try calling but yeah, you AND jon need to come back down to earth. stelle and leah BOTH think so, and I DEW 2: ID4's revenge is in theaters now, but it sucks. So don't bother.
i'm not even interested in sucking on anything but a gunbarrel, quite frankly, and yes, it is that fucking bad. Pack your shit, Strawnberry Shortcake, just stab him in the calf and let him bleed out if George "Vampyr Of The Jungle" Gifford, SON OF MOGH gives you any trouble, lol, he's an asshole and he hates me and he's already dead anyway, so who cares? They disowned me and I like Algonquin/Potawatami/FULL-ON-SASQUATCH-FUCKIN'-NEGROW-WORGEN clan over Gifford's clan, any day of the goddam week. kissses sugar (ZMV and me got hitched, IKNOW!) Wye
p.s.: I meant it. I don't feel like talking to "Sherrif's Deputy 'ROBBIN' SON'" because he's a mealymouthed piss of shit little baby-bitchbastard, and it's not like The Sherrif doesn't know what's going on, he just can't do anything about it, because while he is a badass... he has family, they are not just vampires, but they are Sons AND Daughters of CAIN, TUBALCAIN, and they ain't got no strikes, they can't prove anything.
And so, like me, they just wait. Just wait, until a -real- Lawman comes to town. *sighs happily* Shane! Shane! COME BACK! COME BACK! Here, your wife left one of her garters here. Seriously. It's hers. YOUR WIFE. HER SCRUNCI.HERZ, it's hers. No really.
Go on, take it. Take the scrunci.
Don't you want to take it? Just take it. It's easy. Just reach out your hand, and... ooospy! Looks like it... it fell. Awwwww.
Go on. Pick it up. What are you afraid of?
Oh, I won't bite. NO, KNOW: no, no no, no no no; no u. u pick it up. Do it. Don't try. DO IT. PICK UP THE PHONE AND CALL YOUR WIFE, SHANE, AND ASK HER IF THEY HAVE ANY REAL LAWMEN IN CASTLE ROCK, AND I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK SHE WILL SAY. Do you?
Do U? DEW ya, punk. Fuckin' maggot. "strange dialect", huh? You should hear how your wife sounds with her dialect-a my ballsa-wood AND MY COCK IN HER MOUTH, Bobby "Shane" Veresh. What?
(*nostrils flaring slightly*) What? That's my dialect in your accent, motherfu--*click*
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Honestly, at this point, they're starting to get really professional about this whole thing.
I should have started a Wagon Circling LLC holding company w/a lien on the side... I'd be setting on 3 fortunes right now instead of just the_one and my balls.
(Yeah, she's buried here, it's fucked up. OF COURSE they're gonna blame me for it. They'll have Deputies dressed up in Oompa-Loompa costumes, "It's true! We saw Kuczi digging a whole hole in the yard, just last week, and we laughed him for doing that and not mowing his grass, because we hate him that much; we killed his wife, raped his dog, and think that he needs to work HARD for a living, too... AND WE ARE SO DUMB WE THINK MOWING LAWNS STIMULATES THE ECONOMY. And that mowing lawns is 'hard' to do, lol, well, yeah, it is for him, he doesn't -want- to to do it, and if he hated fucking Sherriff's daughters, Hell, we could give him a job doing that easy, but, it wouldn't be hard for him, and he'd be too hard for them, it just wouldn't work out." *click*) Yeah, I'd say so.
I guess I can call The Sherriff now. "Hey dude, I guess you "won" your "election," huh? Cool. Super. Now, gimme back your brother's whore of a daughter." *click*
Easy as 1--2--3: Diplomacy.
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CUTE. -Q. (Actual.)
I don't think diplomatic immunity is going to cover it anymore... for one thing you're not very diplomatic yourself, for another you asked me to use video calling and it doesn't work— ever.
NON-LEVEL BIAS/BUYS DETECTED
ALERT CANCEL ABORT
CANCEL ABORT ALERT
CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL
SHRED ALL EXISTING PRE-EXISTING AGREEMENTS BETWEEN ONE A. PROTLEY 1.5 MICHAEL KUCZI AKA “THE_JUICE” AKA “JUICE BLOOM” AKA CLAY TONWILL IAMKLAAGH 3 THE GODDESS FOR ODESSA THE DOG (FIVE¡yips) 4 BAILEY THE DOG 5 SEX BOUNTY THE QUICKER PICKER UPPER SEVEN ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW ALLISON FRANCES SHAW ALLISON FRANKERZEE NEÉSHAW SHOSHONE ALLISON GABRIELLA SHAW AND ALL OTHER UMBRELLA ANGELS, CANCEL ALL PREVIOUS AGREEMENTS.
(what have I said about trifling? similarly to myself, this particular nomenclature is not meant for trifling either, and I'm not this is not a trifling matter. FUCKING BELIEVE IT, DEPUTY DIRTBAG.)
YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN EURI ANDROPOV; YOU'RE GOING TO DROP OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH; YOU CAN DO IT, IT'S EASY JUST ACT LIKE I -EVER- DID ANYTHING WRONG TO YOU.
(I am not going to bother that_woman with your petty troubles. TRUFFLE WITH THE BEST SALMON GET CHARGES LIKE THE REST OF THE PIGS, BLUE BABY BLUE RIBBON BABY BOY.) this fucking thing Karen you're alive don't worry I don't know where if you have a whole bunch of kids you are smoking hot as a pistol, which is good cuz if you have a bunch of kids I'm not going to get anywhere near you bye
I think it's Neil Simon or maybe his Blake Edwards but there's a script writer or a director or both who's known for having all of his movies or at least a significantly large portion of them they the end climax of the film The end of the film everybody files into the courtroom and the judge has to look at all these zany characters dressed up as total idiots and trying to figure out who belongs what to who for how many jelly beans, and that's what's happening right now with just two phone calls and a couple of texts I have set I don't know what emotion but at the end of it people are going to be like oh I just dude yeah you just did fuck her, so I guess that makes you fucker number one doesn't it yeah so fuck you too fucker number two I don't give a shit I'm tired of my fucking life living this way and I'm not going to do it so you can fucking get out of fucking paying rent fuck and then by the way yeah you did commit treason so this is bigger than you think cuz I didn't fucking tell you that did they. oh shit! am I contacting... oh my God, or are you scared? do you think I'm trying to kill you we're just embarrass you to life? because face it you're not terrified you're just angry because you think I didn't see this coming. No in fact it's part of the plan k
well how about you don't listen to my fucking Google keyboard bitch click
mini search cases you hate to see it an eight ball is terrible thing to waste, and you seriously said that I stole five of them huh, what did I do with them did I put them up my ass or they still there really that's interesting you know they should look at all your cases, yeah gee I wonder how that happened. well I guess you must be a big famous star then huh yes you are you're a big favorite star look at those cheeks well I guess you have to go... to suck dick have a good clique this time
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1608940654713004032?s=20&t=U8gyi1H1n3GPmZm1cZmcSg
Hey Dusty, thanks for providing evidence that will prove in open court that your culpability and/or liability is exactly what everyone thinks it is, rock on .o7
(Interestingly, this is the same texting tactic that was used on that one day, when I was found in the bathroom at the rest stop with my phone on my hands, so (PROT-ALLI), (PROT-GABI), (PROT-DUST), (PROT-MIKE) should be having a grand ol’ time at the station after being taken in for questioning.)
step (01) wake up
step (02) get out of bed
step (03) grabbing inhalAUNts
step (04) get on the CrapPerUser(-iPhoneBUT+iPOT)
step (05) starting inhaling
step (06) turn on phone
step (07) receive evidence
step (08) transmit ælchemical formulæ
step (09) CRACK THE CASE (for_reel)
step (10) $Jackmichaelson
step (11) doitcuz: I'm the best that’s ever fucking been
step (01) wake up
step (02) get out of bed
step (03) grabbing inhalAUNts
step (04) get on the CrapPerUser(-iPhoneBUT+iPOT)
step (05) starting inhaling
step (06) turn on phone
step (07) receive evidence
step (08) transmit ælchemical formulæ
step (09) CRACK THE CASE (for_reel)
step (10) $Jackmichaelson
step (11) doitcuz: I'm the best that’s ever fucking been
tlz;mck: maybe my {IRL:BLUD} family is not so bad. maybe. I mean... at least we don't talk to ourselves, and throw our principals {IRL:Da_Crip$} in prison for 20 fucking years — at least *sounds of phones blowing up in background* lololol — BY THE WAY I'M OFFICIALLY (#OFFICIALLY) SPLIT OFF OF ALL*ALLI(s)SON(s) NOW, which I gather is a minor technical procedure that doesn't usually go this badly ;-) smiley Martindale
(*whispers: “... thunderdoΠΠe...”*)
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how llahs\should I put this¿CHECKMATE.-Q?siht tup I dliohs/llahs woh
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https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1608940654713004032?s=20&t=U8gyi1H1n3GPmZm1cZmcSg
(Interestingly, this is the same texting tactic that was used on that one day, when I was found in the bathroom at the rest stop with my phone on my hands, so (PROT-ALLI), (PROT-GABI), (PROT-DUST), (PROT-MIKE) should be having a grand ol’ time at the station after being taken in for questioning.)
step (01) wake up
step (02) get out of bed
step (03) grabbing inhalAUNts
step (04) get on the CrapPerUser(-iPhoneBUT+iPOT)
step (05) starting inhaling
step (06) turn on phone
step (07) receive evidence
step (08) transmit ælchemical formulæ
step (09) CRACK THE CASE (for_reel)
step (10) $Jackmichaelson
step (11) doitcuz: I'm the best that’s ever fucking been
step (01) wake up
step (02) get out of bed
step (03) grabbing inhalAUNts
step (04) get on the CrapPerUser(-iPhoneBUT+iPOT)
step (05) starting inhaling
step (06) turn on phone
step (07) receive evidence
step (08) transmit ælchemical formulæ
step (09) CRACK THE CASE (for_reel)
step (10) $Jackmichaelson
step (11) doitcuz: I'm the best that’s ever fucking been
tlz;mck: maybe my {IRL:BLUD} family is not so bad. maybe. I mean... at least we don't talk to ourselves, and throw our principals {IRL:Da_Crip$} in prison for 20 fucking years — at least *sounds of phones blowing up in background* lololol — BY THE WAY I'M OFFICIALLY (#OFFICIALLY) SPLIT OFF OF ALL*ALLI(s)SON(s) NOW, which I gather is a minor technical procedure that doesn't usually go this badly ;-) smiley Martindale
(*whispers: “... thunderdoΠΠe...”*)
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[...] CHECKMATE.-Q [...]
https://youtu.be/PxffDaqxk18
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THe incessant frustration has simply gone too far. Additionally, there wasn't a whoel lot between us anyway, and I don't expect you to acknowledge those emails written. Remember: I thought I was writing to a dead person. I didn't even know if they were going -anywhere-, and you all were reading them, which was funny.
As God is my witness, never in a million years did I think that anyone would believe the idea that I had bought it.
So they all did. Wew.
There's new content; I'll get to it, and by that mean I'll get it out, I'll put out the content, is it a sabertooth tiger? Cuz, that would be awesome.
In the meanwhile: here's an important announcement: I have shifted focus from making PROOF: 🍑 🍓 🍇 (fruit jealous), full turn pivot, full¥ metal jack·et to embarrassing the s*** out of my extended family that, PRESENTLY, truly thinks I'm a “worthless bastard that's no good for nothing, and will never amount to anything, and is wasting his time —that's not his time, that's OUR T¡ME! YEAH¡ HE'S TAKING OUR TIME!!1!!— with all that dope! and all that pot! what a loser! At least he has 17⁷6 IQ and at least knows someone who drinks water,” ACTUAL VERBATIM QUOTE FROM THREE SEPARATE THANKSGIVING DINNERS, yeah that's me Babē: I'm a f****** loser who f****** drinks.
DON TIM I'M ON DAWN, SLAM PIG EXTRAORDINAIRE, (WITH A PENIS TO BOOT), :-*, TEAR DOWN THIS WALL.
FULL BLACK BUDGET AUTHORIZATION REQUEST EN ROUTE NOW.
I DON'T THINK THERE'S ANY DOUBT THAT I'M WORKING FOR YOU NOW.
I DON'T THINK THERE'S ANY DOUBT THAT I HAVE SPENT MONEY ON YOUR F****** NEEDS.
I DON'T THINK THAT IT'S RIGHT FOR KEK AND KGK AND LGK AND LTM AND... WELL LET'S JUST SAY THERE'S A LOT OF THEM;
THAT'S FUNNY THEY ALL GET F****** BUSINESS CARDS AND S*** AND F****** CARDBOARD CUTOUT COMPANIES AND S*** AND F****** THE GODDAMN F****** COMPANY F****** DOES ALL THIS F****** B******* FOR F****** OTHER PEOPLE TO SELL THEIR F****** DRUGS AND I RAN CONTRA AND THEY'RE F****** DON'T EVEN GET ME F****** STARTED ON THAT GODDAM WALL,
BY THE WAY, WHICH ONE'S PINK?
YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF F****** PINKO COMMIES,
AND THAT'S THE GOD'S OWN TRUTH.
LUCIFER IS GOD IN THE PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEM, THERE IS NO G∅D BUT THE_∅NE TRU_GOD AND THE ONE TRUE G∅D LOVES (YOU, &Especially EWE,¥EW,  c BÆBY—IT IS (You.) AND (with the intention of not breaking 5pÅce æKC🌞5:LaG5:9G6gTI),gdilut:
THERE IS NO G∅D
AND
I LOVE YOU AND G0D LOVES YOU AND I LOVE GOD
AND
THERE IS NO GOD
BUT GOD
AND GOD LOVES F*** THAT FEAR GOD,
AND, JESUS, YEAH! SATAN SAVES (HAIL MARY / WHAT), I'M AFRAID OF HIM/G∆D\THEM TOO.
5:5
All that being said; my lost religion is mostly helpless.
So, there. It's Me. I'm helping Me helping ¥out
I AM THE HELPER. I AM THE AWAKENER.
I AM NOT GOING TO THE VOLCANO.
I AM THE VULCAN NO
(*Rumble rumble rumble.*)
I AM THE HUNG-A-NAGGRR-AN YES
A LIEN YES
KNOT THE WET SPROCKET OCTOPUS NO
PAY MY BILLS DA_C∅VID YES
DO IT Q. -Q⁰°
RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE. YA RAH YAH.
IT'S NOT C‘THULHU IT'S AVON CALLING.
JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THIS:
HEWLETT-PACKARD LOVES MYCROFT HOLMES’ BLUE HORSESHOE,
BUT YOU'RE GOING TO PAY ME ANYWAY, YOU MIGHT AS WELL PAY ME IN GREENBACKS, BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO BE PAID WITH PACKED FUDGE, THAT'S FOR DAMN CERTAIN.
I LIKE A NICE BRIE. ALLOWED TO FREELY BREATHE THE OPEN AIR, NOT ALL JELLY MOLDS ARE MOLDS, DID YOU KNOW THAT?
MY ADVICE: DO NOT PICK THE ASS, DO NOT LICK THE ASP, AND IF YOU'VE GOT TO KICK A MULE, I WOULD SUGGEST KISSING AT FIRST. SOFTLY, GENTLY, THE WAY YOU WOULD SAY GOODBYE, BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU'RE GOING TO SAY GOODBYE
TO ME
BABYCAKES BABE Y+sometimes why Karen why at claw.com
Hi I'm Jack Starr, I don't like spelling my name that way, but what the f***, we did it live, we might as well do it again for the tape. Lee Star Jack Starr light star... Kirkle my purple pickle, you thieving bastards.
NO HARD FEELINGS.
PAY MY BILLS.
I CAN S****** FUCK FOR THE REST,
OH, AND BY THE WAY:
MY HOME IS MY EMBASSY VERIFY ME.
PASSPORT SAYS: “PROSTITUTION APPROVED.”
THAT MEANS I CAN READ TAROT, F*** TARO, SUCK TARO, EAT A DICK COVERED IN CARO, AND GET PAID FOR IT, AND I DON'T HAVE TO PAY TAX AND I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU S*** FOR NOTHING M***********.
THAT'S NOT THE DEAL.
THOSE ARE THE F****** RULES.
BELIEVE ME, GOD HAS WAYS OF PUNISHING ME IF I BREAK THEM.
SO
NOW HEAR THIS:
F*** JEFF bPAY
FUCK JAFD $PA¥
FUCK RITE $OFF$
FUCK SUCK 4FRĒE
4NOW
ILU3T5, ILUSH, I LOVE YOU MACHARI MACHETEL MACHETELLE, yeah, I know, right? Those bastards! They f***** up our whole lives! And you know why? Well, if we ever get to that point, you can slip me an extra 50 under the pillow and I'll whisper at your ear while I slam you ;-) Martindale, lol,  c
AND:
ONE DAY, I'LL BE A W**** D**** W****.
NEVERTHELESS, MY NAME IS NOT TED.
KNOT
YET. (The guardians of turtle Island and the guardian of the land... Let's just say you don't even know when I'm taking off or landing we're going to Panama or suck a trucker dick on a backstore rest alley in f****** Guadalajara, like for f*** sake for seriously there's a little bit too much f****** tracking going on here. NOW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE REVERSE ENGINEERING ALL YOUR CLASSIFIED MATERIAL, IT DOESN'T MATTER, BECAUSE AT THIS POINT I'M GOING TO DO THAT ANYWAY, JUST FOR FUN, WHY NOT? NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO DO IT THIS WAY, TRUST ME NOT ONLY AM I THE BEST IT'S EVER BEEN THERE'S NEVER BEEN ANOTHER ONE LIKE ME AND THEY'RE PROBABLY RIGHT, THERE NEVER WILL BE A REASON TO SAY WHAT, NEVER WHAT, WHAT NEVER, OR NEVER NEVER WHAT, EVER AGAIN, AGAIN; SO, YOU MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY THE RIDE, BECAUSE I'M NOT TAKING YOU TO A DONKEY SHOW:
I AM THE SHOW(HER)
 c
I AM (HER)’S.
CLUCK CLUTCH LEPRECHAUNS CHANGE PURSE WALLY ET)
ILUWYE°T∅RR№Zcuzi.iDOT👁️j*eol055HAYE∅L023WRFÜT9919055:0, and waiter there's a pædo in my soupy, NOW WAIT WAIT LET ME FINISH LET ME FINISH THERE'S IT'S GOOD SOUP, AND AND I CAN DEAL WITH THE URINE, BUT I GOT TO LET YOU KNOW YOU MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE SHIFTEST SHITFEST S*** SHOW S***'S BLACK KYKE'S VIEW OF THE FEW OF THE SPEW. I'M JUST SAYING...
NO DEALS, Q. -KU3,NOT_Q;KüÇZ№∅⁰⅒ⁿ⁰°
SE7EN TEENY POOî, AND
NOW
WITH THE_KEY
I *might* let you unglock the “glove” box, but since you're doing so well already being a traveling encyclopedia salesmyn...
I DON'T KNOW, IS IT BETTER THAN PRISON?
UNDOUBTEDLY IT'S BETTER THAN BEING
THE ONE FROG THAT BOILS AT ROOM TEMPERATURE.
I SUPPOSE YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH CHOICE ABOUT THAT, (RESULT ON MICHAEL|ZOLTAN MAKO):
pass PASS pass
Perfect score, Dave... I'm sorry, but I am afraid eYe can't do any better... but if you let me try and f*** that candy cane, AND we declare an armistice, IF I GET MY FLYING TIMESHIP/CAR BACK, AND YOU PROMISE that you didn't ever call her “a boat”, I ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEE YOU THAT I WILL TAKE YOU TO THE NORTH POLE WHERE YOU WILL MEET MRS SANTA CLAUS AND I'LL STAND THERE AND WATCH YOU & MR. MISTER ROPER AND FISTER, THAT'S FINE. (I WON'T SAY WHO, BUT SOMEONE SAYS SHE'S EMBARRASSED THAT SHE LIKES IT SO MUCH, SO THAT'S FINE TOO. (Jackstar does not embarrass easily, or channel easily either.) WHAT? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU THINK THAT I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE? AS I ACTUALLY DON'T THERE'S FIVE OF YOU, SO MAYBE YOU ALL CAN MAKE A LITTLE CLUB OF WOMEN WHO ARE EMBARRASSED NOW...
. NEVER MIND) THE_QUINCUNX-QUINCEY IS NOTHING IF NOT AMENABLE TO NEGOTIATION.
OKAY HERE WE ARE, HARDWARE CHILDREN'S WEAR LADIES LINGERIE: THE NORTH POLE.
NEXT TIME, YOU CAN GET OUT OF THE BOTTLE AND SMASH THE CAR ON THE NOSE OF THE SHIP THAT MOVES THROUGH TIME AND SPACE WITH RELATIVELY INTELLIGENT DESIGN BEHIND IT, MOSTLY I GET OUT AND PUSH ALONG WITH THE REINDEER WHO PULL IT, BUT...
THAT'S PROBABLY ENOUGH SECRETS FOR NOW.
THERE IS ONLY ONE 🕐
THERE IS ONLY ONE 🚀
AND WHILE HE IS JUST ANOTHER FRIENDLY DISCHORDIAN/Lien Druid\“dFriend who makes her laugh” THEREj ISa ONLYf ONEd
ME. A MAN.
I AM I.
I AM
👁️
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THe incessant frustration has simply gone too far. Additionally, there wasn't a whoel lot between us anyway, and I don't expect you to acknowledge those emails written. Remember: I thought I was writing to a dead person. I didn't even know if they were going -anywhere-, and you all were reading them, which was funny.
As God is my witness, never in a million years did I think that anyone would believe the idea that I had bought it.
So they all did. Wew.
Above, is the relevant text reproduced from a relevant forum posting.
Below, is the whole, entire contents of a Personal Message, sent to One (1) "MR. LIZARD KING, NOT A LION KING, A DIDDLER OF TOONS (BUT NOT CHILDREN, BUTT YEAH: CHILD LIAR ANGEL D.I.D.)", and, while I hope that is not his NAME, FULL LEGAL, I... you know? I really don't know.
DOXXING IS A PUNISHABLE CRIMINAL ACT, ESPECIALLY WHEN DONE WITH MALICE AFORETHOUGHT
(like some Rube Goldberg-powered machines do ROUTINELY, behind FALSE COLOUR of LAW, FLAG-FAG-GAGS)
AND IS A TOOL USED BY SPECIAL EXECUTIVES for REVENGE, TERRORISM, AND EXTORTIVE PURPOSES, TO COERCE WANTED BEHAVIOR FROM INDIVIDUALS--
BE THEY TARGETED, UNTARGETED, OR OTHERWISE--
WHO CAN OFTEN NOT BE AFFECTED IN ANY OTHER WAY.
CONSIDER, FOOLS
(and you are my frens, and you are fools, the whole merry bloody lot of ye;)
WHEN THESE TOOLS ARE USED TO BRING DOWN "INTERNATIONAL DRUG TRAFFICKING CRIMINALS"
LIKE, SAY, "EL CHAPO" GUZMAN
OR, SAY, WALT "HEISENBERG" WHITMAN
OR, LIKE, MATT "BREAKING, SEYMOUR GLASS, SAME OLD BULLSHIT AS YESTERDAY, IR, BTW YOU ARE A KUNTE KUNTY LOSER WHO LIES WAY TOO MUCH" SMITH-SMYTHE
OR, LIKE, MATT "SAME OLD NAME" CHRISTIAN-KIT-LITTER-OF-KITTENS
OR, FOR EXAMPLE, MATT "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR PODCAST SUCKS" VANDEVEN
OR, PERHAPS, ANDERSON "BUCK-TOOTHED BITCHLIPS" COOPER, BENJAMIN SEA THOMAS HOWELL THE THIRD
WHO YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE EVER HEARD OF, HOWEVER
IT'S AMAZING HOW THE MAN WHO TOOK MY SOCIAL SECURITY APPLICATION OVER THE PHONE, AND IN PERSON, AND WHO COLLECTS CHECKS WHILE FRONTIN' THAT HE IS MY "SON", ALTHOUGH NOT "AMPERSAND ANDERSON" AT LEAST
THAT GUY
IS HER GODDAM (NAME FOR A THING A TOADIE DOES WHEN A FLUNKY DOES IT AFTER BEING NEPOTIZED BY A NEPTOIST) AND (GENDER_NEUTRAL_SYNONYM THAT MEANS BOTH "FATHER" AND "SPOUSE" BUT ISN'T TOO "OFFENSIVE,").
WHAT AN AMAZING WELFARE FAMILY. QUEEN OF THE WELLFAIR WAYFAIRERS? PERHAPS.
NEVER THE LESS
THIS WOMAN AND HER ANCESTORS
HAVE BEEN HORRIFICALLY ABUSED AND TRAFFICKED
OVER AND OVER
OVER MANY THOUSANDS OF YEARS
SO
I'LL ALLOW IT FOR NOW
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
IT DOES SEEM A SHAME THAT SHE CAN'T HEAR MY DEBRIEFCASE CAST.
I BET SHE'S JUST NOT ALLOWED BTO GO TO THE WEBPAGE TO SEE IT, HUH?
I BET SHE'S JUST NOT ALLOWED BTO FIND THE FUCKING VIDEO ON YOUTUBE, HUH?
I BET HER PHONE ISN'T ALLOWED TO CONTACT THE WHOLE OTHER HALF OF THE INTERNET, HUH?
TWINNED FORUMS.
KEYLOGGING.
VISCIOUS CYCLES OF ABUSE IN THE IT INDUSTRY.
I'M LOOKING AT YOU, MICHAEL "LOOK MA! I'M SO TALL!" WALKER, I AM LOOKING AT YOU.
YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SPECIAL
OOOOH, SOMEONE IS DOXXING!
NO DOXX! NO DOXX! NO NARCS! NO NARCS!
LOL
YOU PEOPLE ARE FUCKING JOKES.
STOP TRYING TO BUILD FALSE CASES, DOODS
I KNOW YOU HAVE TO "DO YOUR JOBS"
'KNOW YOUR ROLE"
"STAY IN YOUR LANES"
THAT'S LARGELY BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF MEALY-MOUTHED FED FAGGOTS
AND YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO, AND IN SPITE OF MY COARSE, SALTY, SAILOR'S LANGUAGE
I RESPECT THAT. YOU ARE FEDS, AND, FAGGOTS OR OTHERWISE, WELL, DAMN, SONS...
WHAT WOULD WE DO WITHOUT FEDS?
GO FUCKING FISH AND FUCKING FIND OUT, I GUESS.
OH, AND ONE MORE THING.
YOU FUCKING FED ASSHOLE CUNTFUCKERS
ARE DESTROYING MY REPUTATION
I CAN'T WALK DOWN THE STREET WITHOUT EVERYONE THINKING THAT I MUST BE SOME KIND OF "COP"
BECAUSE THEY SEE ME
HANDING YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES YOUR FUCKING FAGGOTS BACK TO YOU IN A TRICORNE HAT
THAT THEY RODE IN WEARING ON THEIR HATS
AND
THEY SEE ME ACTING ALONE
AND THEY THINK, "JESUS, IS THAT REALLY YOU? ONLY YOU COULD BE SO BOLD!
(because, I couldn't be Zorro--right?)
DON DIEGO GARCIA--TEAR DOWN THIS FLOATING HELICARRIER PRETENDING TO BE AN ISLAND NAMED GUAM!!"
YEAH, WELL.... THAT DOG WILL NOT H.U.N.T.
WE LOVE GUAM
WE LOVE THE GUAMANESE
AND, SERIOUSLY
LAUGH IT UP, FUZZBALLS IN ORBIT AROUND SPACE
BECAUSE
SHE HAS ALREADY LOST HER CASE
AND YOUR DORKFACE CUNTMOUTH PROSECUTOR(S)
ALREADY HAVE TOO.
AND INSTEAD OF ACKNOLWEDGING THE LAW OF THE LAND
WHICH IS, LET ME REMIND YOU
THE U.S. CONSTITUTION, MOTHERFUCKER,
THEY ARE CONTINUNIG TO DELAY, DIVERT, AND DUMP TIME TO SAVE GAS
AND ENGAGING IN MULTIPE FORMS OF, WHAT ARE NOW CLASSIFED AS "FELONY RACKETEERING FRAUD."
BECAUSE IT IS NOT "LAW ENFORCEMENT," OFFICER
IF THERE IS NO FUCKING LAW, YOU ARROGANT FED FUCKIN' CHOWDERHEAD FUCKNUTTERS
AND METH-DEALING FUCKS.
FUCK YOU, AND FUCK YOUR NUTS, LITTLE ITTY-BITTY-PIGGIES.
HO HO HO, YOU HAVE GOT NOTHING ON ME,
AND, AS GOD AS MY WITNESS,
YOU NEVER FUCKING WILL. COUNT ON IT, KEYSTONE COPPER CHOPPERHEAD.
BUPKIS. NIL. NIT. SWABO. NFC==NO FUCKING CASE.
(And some of you are real pissy little bitches about it, too. Wow, what's that like? No really, I've never been that much of a that puny bitch before. Do they pay you an overtime bonus to violate civil rights, or, what? 3m ta3, muthafucka: I AM NOT ON A MISSION FROM GOD--I AM THE MISSION.)
AND, I AM NOT Q EITHER, NOR AM I A MEMBER OF THE_QUINCUNX.
I AM DISAVOWED.
IF I HAD A BADGE, I WOULD SHOVE IT UP MY OWN ASS
MARCH DOWN TO WHATEVER FUCKING OFFICE THAT SEEMED APPROPRIATE THAT I COULD FIND
AND SQUAT RIGHT DOWN ON THE BIG BOSS PERSON'S DESK
CAREFULLY GATHER THE FOLDS OF MY KILT AROUND MY SMOOTHLY CONTOURED AND EMINENTLY, IMMENSELY MUSCLED LOWER LIMB ARCHITECURE...
AND SHIT OUT MY BAD BADGE AND MY BADASS GUTS'N'ROSE PETALS FOR MOM, ALL OVER YOUR DESK, YOUR PAPERWORK, AND YOUR STILL A-LIT-TLE-BIT-USEFUL FAX MACHINE
BRRRRAAAAAAAAPS!!!!
YOU HEAR THAT, SMART AND BRILLANT FELLAS? YOU GOT THAT STRAIGHT, GOOD OLD BOYS?
MY ASS, OVER YOUR BOSS' DESK
SHITTING MY CREDENTIALS OUT ALL OVER
YOUR PET FORUM, YOUR PET INTERNET, AND MY PET PLANET.
NICE PLANET. GOOD PLANET.
NO MORE BISCUITS, BITCHLIPS.
I AM NOT ZORRO, AND I AM NOT KIDDING AROUND.
AND I AM NOT
ZUGZWANG
EITHER, KNUT
BUT THANK GOD I AM A NORTH AMERICAN UNION CITIZEN, AND NOT SOME FAGGOT LOSER FROM NORWAY WHO ONLY DEEMS OTHER FAGGOTS FROM NORWAY TO BE WORTH TALKING TO--
BECAUSE MY NEIGHBOR, WHO IS A VERY NICE MAN, REALLY--HAS A WICKED PTSD THING GOING ON.
AND BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU, FUCKSTICK AND DIPSHIT MASTER MASE-MAN
HE IS TERRIFIED OF ME
BECAUSE
I WOULD NEVER CURB-STOMP ANYONE, THAT IS A TERRIBLE THOUGHT
BUT I COULD DO IT WITHOUT ANY CURB AROUND
NOT A SINGLE CURB FOR MILES AROUND IN ANY DIRECTION
AND I WOULD NEVER DO THAT
AND
I WOULD ALSO NEVER DO THE ANAL BUTT SEXY SIS TER MISTER SISTER FISTER, EITHER
AND, WELL,
HE'S JUST SO HEARTBROKEN
THAT HE SPENT ALL THAT MONEY
THAT HE EARNED
ON ALL THAT BEER
AND ALL THOSE CIGARETTES
AND ALL THAT TOTESNOTHING TOTESELSE, MASSIVE ROLLEYES DYNAMIC
AND AFTER ALL THAT NOTHING--NO ANAL BUTT SEXY ANALYSIS?
DAMN.
THAT OUGHTA BE A CRIME. A CRYING CRYME. A SHAME.
AND IT IS. HE'S HEARTBROKEN.
AWWWWWW. THAT IS TOO BAD.
ALSO TOO BAD: GIRLS WHO LIKE ME, WHO GET FOUND OUT BY OPPOSING FORCES
HAVE BEEN BRUTALY TRAFFICKED, RAPED, MURDERED AND KILLED AFTER BEING SOLD INTO SLAVERY.
ACTUAL, LITERAL, SLAVERY. JUST BECAUSE THEY LIKED ME, THOUGHT I WAS CUTE, WANTED TO HAVE A FAMILY...
WITH ME, JAFD. WITH ME, JACKSTAR. WITH ME, FRANK'S KUCZI.
OH, BY THE WAY, FRANK:
YOU ARE FUCKING A DEAD MAN FUCKING A DEAD MAN PRETENDING TO BE A DEAD WOMAN, BUDDE-BOY.
WINKY SMILEY MARTINDALE.
DO NOT POST THE FIRST & LAST LEGAL NAMES OF OTHER MEMBERS ON MY FORUM.
Allisone, shut the fuck up. You don't get to behave this way.
#1) How the fuck am I supposed to know what "your"/UR\"her" fucking "legal" names are? hahaha, "legal", hahah, that's a good one. Get over yourself. Get down off your high horse. Things aren't always about you, you know. Did you know? I am getting LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS impersonating ALL MANNER OF PEOPLE to try and capture, bust,  c INCARCERATE Your_Sister! You know, Her? YOUR BIOLOGICAL MEATSUIT MEET SUIT,LAW,COLE'S LAW, SHAW THE SHAWSLAYER (why you don't just excommunicate her, I'm not sure, but probably because she's an An Actual Angel, Arch, Criminalarch, or ArchOtherwise) and, hey, do you know what?
I AM NOT DOING THAT.
*do you know how fucking hard my job is because of YOUR fucking bullshit fuckup?* :is said after Jackstar Firestar Manbabystar puts on overalls and hitches them up.
I'm gonna remind you of something, She-Witch. YOU called police. YOU set up a fake fight. YOU threw the lasagna. YOU pulled a knife on me--FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, I'd wager.
I AM THE VICTIM. YOU ARE AN ABUSER. YOU DAMAGED ME BEYOND COMPREHENSION. AND NOW? You're hiding behind a legal shield of fictions and OUTRIGHT LIES, because, what, you can't be bothered to recant your bullshit testimony? Oh, well, no, it's gone beyond that, because you were, OF COURSE: ABDUCTED BY GOOS, and NOW YOU ARE IN CUSTODY, and I am not messaging ALLISONE ALYSUN ALCYONE55 at all! No, I'm messaging some niggerordertaker in Africa. (Want some kefir? Want some coffee? WANT TO GO OUT AND BUY ME SOME "WEIGHT" TO HELP ME LOSE SOME "LIGHT"? YOU CAN BORROW MY CAR, THAT YOU SHOULD BUY, YOU CHEAP BASTARD, BUT HEY, YOU CAN DRIVE IT AROUND AFTER MY KIDS GOT FUCKED AND SUCKED AND PACKED AND RACKED IN IT AFTER SETTING FIRE TO--AND THEN INHALING THE SMOKE OF--
{
CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE, WHICH TOTALLY CAN NEVER BE REMOVED FROM THE CAR'S BENTILATION SYSTEM, YOU VUCKING MORON.
}
So, how about you cut the shit, Alli? Oh, right, it was't you, it was someone else, certainly not Grandpa Coop, DALE: because he would know better.
In any event, you should probably know that YOU should probably RECOGNIZE that EYE AM NOT UNDER YOUR JURISDICTION, CONTROL, COMMAND, and/or KHAN-TROLL-D00D, and I will thank you kindly for not being such a loudmouth, boorish KHUNT/KUNT\CANT UNDERSTAND NORMAL BITCHING, THINKER-U?FU ROT, BUDDYSAUCE, YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO PRISON FOR ONE REASON, AND ONE REASON ONLY: Kasey goes to prison before you, that She-Devil fucked up all kinds of shit for me, AND;
No one needs to be punished, dumbass: this is all a big misunderstanding. But, you know what, Cracker-in-yur-ass? YOU COULD JUST FUCKING EDIT THE GODDAM WEBPAGE
YOU COULD REMOVE YOUR OWN NAME
YOU "OWN" THE FORUM, DUMME
DUH
OBVIOUSLY YOU ARE TIGHT WITH AZZ
*hehe*
YOU DON'T NEED TO 'WARN' ME, FEATHERLEATHERDRAGON-WHO-NAGS (i fucking told you when we met, "don't nag Jacktstar" and now it's all you fucking do, like, what time did they let you out of Qcuntico for recess? IT IS TIME TO GO BACK, CHILD, GO BACK TO SCHOOL, TELL TEACHER THAT YOU WENT TOO FAR, WAY TOO FAR
YOU HAVE VIOLATED MY CIVIL RIGHTS WITHOUT CAUSE OR JUSTIFACTION OR ANY EVIDENTIARY DUE PROCESS OF LAW FOR THE LAST TIME. POINT BLANK PERIOD.
YOU ARE STILL WALKING AROUND LIVE AND FREELY OUT OF RESPECT FOR YOUR FAMILY.
IF IT WERE UP TO ME I WOULD JUST CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL, AND THEN, LIKE OBI-WAN KENOBI--
LET YOU FUCKING KILL ME DEAD.
BECAUSE HELL WOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS FUCKING SHIT, "LADY."
YOU ARE RUDE
YOU ARE DISRESPECTFUL
AND YOU ARE AN ABUSIVE, VIOLENT, CUM-GUZZLING WHORE
AND,
I LOVE THAT ABOUT YOU.
(EVEN THOUGH YOUR FAGGOT METROSEXUAL "HUSBAND" WOULDN'T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU ASKED FOR, BECAUSE HE IS REALLY JUST A JEALOUS, PISSY, WHINEY LITTLE BITCH, LIKE MOST SONS OF PREACHERMEN ARE. (Sup Jake, maybe you should have handled that "threshold dose" issue differently, but, besides that, you're okay. I'd be jealous too, if I were in your position AND I were a whiney btich, BUT, I am not, sooooo... maybe YOU got a different reason for acting like your wife, WHO WE LOVE, but is ALSO: A KUNTE KNUTE CUNTY COUNTRY COUNTY CUNT, and don't think I forgot about Doom Wednesday at Le Chat du Semetary, because, I didn't. P.S.: Fire Matt Smith. MOONLIGHT GASLIGHTER, and he doesn't deserve the job he has.) YOU GET ME, BOSS PREACHER FOR ARTHUR'S BISCUITS?
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THIS IS YOUR THIRD & FINAL WARNING.
IF YOU VIOLATE THIS RULE, YOU WILL BE BANNED FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of The Law. (Although, don't try to send Jackstar to prison for LITERALLY NOTHING might be a nice codicil. Wanna know why I missed your birthday? Too bad, that'll require and end to NO CONTACT, which, by the way, HAS GONE ON TOO LONG. You might want to consider what happens if I DO hire a lawyer, more-ON.
(AZZERÆ is included because that user is as close as I can get to one (1) “A1AHAF shahsleigh-y-E.R.” without getting a direct “contact violation;” which is important, yes, because as stupid as it is, one of them who [(b)which is[/b]/WITCHMITCH] who is in the f****** emergency room on a ventilator, and another one is about to be.
The included image is that bad, which is why pate, who is usually an order-taker but is sometimes an a****** with a REAL f****** ORDER OF PROTECTION violation (you dummy, me JHuntster, “f***** on Jackstar's couch,” neither of these HERE are his f****** couch, you dumbASS DIPs***), is included because that's who the BELOW image embedded ABOVE as below came from
[INCLUDED IMAGE NOT FOUND IN USER'S LIBRARY]
My phones are HAXXED.
My MESSAGES ARE STOLEN.
My FRIENDS ARE TERRIFED.
BECAUSE OF YOU.
BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID.
BECAUSE OF YOUR CUNTY BITCHY WITCHY ASSHOLE WHOREMONGER MASTERS
WHO FLAGRANTLY:
a) VIOLATE THE LAW
ABUSE THE LEGAL SYSTEM
COMMIT CRIMES UNDER FALSE COLOUR OF LAW
AND, LAST BUT NOT LEAST...
HOLD WOMEN AND WYMYN AND WOMYN AS
HOSTAGES TO LOVING EMOTION
... JUST TO MAKE A FEW QUICK BUCKS.
YOU DISGUST ME, WHAT YOU DID, IT IS FOUL.
I KNOW YOU DO NOT KNOW ANY BETTER.
YOU ARE JUST AN ISLAND CHEER CAPTAIN'S KEPT AND BOUGHT WHORE OF A WHORESON'S WHORE.
(And, I love that about you! S.M.A.K.!)
YOU ARE BEING RESCUED.
THOUGH HELL BARS THE WAY,
I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE SOLITARY RIPE WET FUCK
YOU ARE BEING WHOLLY TRACKED
MANY PEOPLE ARE ON THIS
AND THE SHITBAG LOSER FUCKHEAD WHO RAPED YOU
AND YOUR EQUALLY SHITTY "SECRET" HUSBAND
ARE, REALLY, IN THE FINAL ANALySIS... NOT TO BLAME.
LET'S JUST SAY, "IDK, IDGAF" WHO -IS- TO ACTUALLY BLAME,
... N'EST-CE PAS?
BUT I DO NOT CARE.
I HAVE
HAD
E-
FUCKING-
NUFF, OF YOUR GODDAM SHIT, ALL IS WAN (OWN BY CHYNA NOW, YOU FUCKING WHORE
*now, that's all you are, because CHYNA CONQUERED U.S. TERRITORIES IN AN OVERNIGHT COUP*
BECAUSE OF YOU
AND OF OTHERS'
HIGH CRIMES, MISDEMEANORS, AND OUTRIGHT TREASON
BITCH
BUT NEVERTHELESS...
THE U.S. CONSTITUTION STILL PROTECTS YOU
AND YOUR "RIGHTS" (BUT PERHAPS NOT ALL YOUR "RITES")
AND THAT IS NO SMALL MATTER.
AND, I PROTECT YOU TOO.
AND THAT
IS
NO
SM
AL
LT
HI
NGY.
ALI, YOU'RE NOT MUHAMMAED, SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THIS "FINAL WARNING" BULLSHIT.
.... just fucking edit it out, whatever Missy McKrankypants whines to you about, honestly, ORLENE MUSKRAT DOWN-IN-A-VAN WITH RIVERS-OF-CUM-RUNNING-DOWN-HER-BALL-FACED-FACE, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT EITHER, JUST:
EDIT THE FUCKING NAMES OUT, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT
BECAUSE THAT
IS ALL YOU ARE
KEFIR WIZARD
PROPERTY OF MOSS.SODoff, fuck-0, I seriously just can't even believe you right now. GROW UP
AWAY FROM WIVES AND CHILDREN, WOULD BE MY ADVICE. #PEACE
SHALlum OVER cum, (laude)l055:0
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There's new content; I'll get to it, and by that mean I'll get it out, I'll put out the content...
I'm looking forward to it.
I'm making some new content today, too.
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EDIT THE FUCKING NAMES OUT, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT
You are on thin ice!
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You might want to consider what happens if I DO hire a lawyer...
Sue me!
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Sue me!
Number one, I'm lazy. Imagine the smell of the laundry. Second of all, I've already won.
Divine Court happens outside of time from the Human perspective. I am not joking with you.
I HAVE ALREADY WON, I SIMPLY DON'T HAVE ANY WINNINGS. I don't need them anyway. I don't want them anyway.
The victory part comes from denying spoils to any others. What can I say? Ye we're warned. I warned ye, and I warned her.
I thought you wanted Allison. What?
You are on thin ice!
You won't believe this: they've never allowed me to have ice. NEVER!
Consequently this makes me a very cheap date, and everything what's your foots told you about my health is wrong. I wasn't doing too much, I wasn't doing enough for the right one, and they wouldn't give her the right one, and they tried to control me through... drugs. Hang on.
*pause for breath* HAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAH!
I've been planning all this since I got here, since I read the first post I saw about making fun of Whitley Strieber and rape jokes, I thought this is the place for me. I will rule this place. I will stay here and I will go nowhere else until I'm the last man standing and then I will whip out the actual Wave Motion Cannon and I will take you all out.
And that's exactly what I've done. Who here is left who doesn't love me? Where are those 22 pages and their authors of the post with contain within? Because I didn't skip them because I was afraid, I just thought it would be impolite to out people that well.
Also I knew that Tammy was in there. Duh. There are the thread at all, it would have been rumination of plausible liability, as well as it would have shown me a side of her that I don't really want to see, because you f****** are the worst peer group ever and of course she was trying to compete with you all.
She could have been pretty tasteless, And I didn't want to read what she wrote about me, because it wouldn't have made me look bad, you would have made her look bad because I know what happened and none of you do, because she doesn't know what happened, and she didn't want to find out, and she doesn't have to.
Because here's what's happened: I f****** won, And I meant what I said I didn't need to have sex with her at all.
I wanted Esther, and I still do. First things, first though.
Finish your adorable little interregations. I'm going to go spank it in the shower. But you know the shower is haunted, right? It's got them blood stains in it. I swear one day I walked in there and it looked exactly like somebody had slipped their ankles sitting on the corner, and in another dimension and then at hasn't gone away You can still see a stain It looks like blood dripping down the side.
Don't feel bad for her. She f***** up really bad, and she has paid her penance, and I love her just as much if not more and I'll see her again today, as soon as f****** this war's over I think she'll f****** fly down, you know you heard about the cracking of The Firmament right? It's not a f****** euphemism, it f****** happened.
Live forever. Never grow old. Never die. F*** all them b****** that want you, cuz they'll always be back around if they want you. As soon as I rolled into this town I saw three of them. I've been busy they'll wait they're dead.
So you just called my Telegram? Yeah I got intercepted. I feel like the f****** last joint at the chum gang with Obama. Who the f*** is interesting my messages? Well here's a hint Who are they are going to get the boot in the ass.
F*** their dog kick their b**** take their money spend it on their kids Playboy subscriptions... I will do all this and more.
I AM A SOURCEROR. Not only the best that's ever been, I've always been that, I just never told anybody until later. Partially because there's no one ever asked, and also because it wasn't time yet, I wanted there to be lots of time for you to underestimate me, and you have.
So you can see why Ramona picked me. Any questions? 500 bucks a throw. In advance. Cash.
Do not bother to think even for a moment that I'm joking.
I'm as real as mom's apple pie, babey.
And I love you Bellgab. Not because you're stupid, but because now you know who your f****** boss is.
I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams. You thought I was just playing. I knew all of you were always trifling.
Another call also intercepted.
How pathetic does somebody have to be? By the way I've seen both Allie's now. Both genders. Both sexes.
Yeah I can. Can you? Can you even handle the truth? I doubt it.
Face it. Do not kneel. Do not beg, do not grovel and do not whine. And I'd like some salmon cream cheese with lox on my bagels.
F*** the dry cleaning boo boo, chop chop get my snack.
This was always the way it was going to end, and this is just the beginning. Goodbye for now
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This was always the way it was going to end, and this is just the beginning. Goodbye for now
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DON'T DO IT!
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DON'T DO IT!
That's interesting: you moan about enduring a suicidal episode just an hour or so ago, and now, you're making a cheap, unfunny jab at the same subject, at my expense.
If I were to be feeling suicidal, that would be awkward, because I have a lot to live for.
Meanwhile, the #Legacy is being stalked. I don't really know why. I don't even know what it is. Something involving money, I wager? It's a trap. Duh. There's a honeypot guarding it, and a Karmic D, and, a mother who is scarcer than Norman Bates'. 28 years, right? Talked to her ONCE. Nay; twice. Like wtaf?
I'll tell you WTAF: time travel. Now, go on, tell me how that it isn't real.
btw, the doubt and suspicion that is being tossed around today is quaint and adorable. Isn't this just like what has been happening, over and over, for years now? Help me out here.
What am I supposed to be doing? Giving in, or standing tall, or... like, what? I'm not going to do what I am told, you understand... I just am looking to plan my day.
I don't need any of you, or the "Muh Legacy." Oh, hashtags, where art thou? Yawn.
I'd do my depotbriefcase cast, but: YouTube has me stricken out. So, I have little to do in this area. And if you were a legitimate person with legitimate interest in my life that you keep meddling with... you'd have some help on offer.
Instead, you ignore the questions that I have, you fail to answer any of mine, and instead of following up with me on obvious topics (for example, did you read what I posted on your site? Hours of talking... and that didn't come up. Also: lots of wiggling around on how you were being a decoy, while someone else was talking to other people. The list goes on) you're really not helping me here, Azzerae.
You aren't helping yourself, either. You have the oppotunity to explain crucial items to me--instead, you're keeping me in the dark. What are you doing?
Do you want to earn yourself a good rodgering? Dude! That's not nice. Look, I wasn't going to mention it before, but... I feel bad for the g*y. He has to live with the knowledge of what he's done.
And he knows I know, and here it is, YEARS LATER... and, now, it comes up again? Ouch. Poor man. See, that's the difference between raj and stevie. The latter, I can castigate mercilessly, publically. The former? I am polite and my heart goes out to him.
And, do you know why? Well, it's largely a personal matter. Are you sure I shouldn't post it? Because... you know, omg, no doxxing, right?
I think that this matter is getting out of hand, and what's more: you have forgotten the inherent power of The Kuczi Advantage.
I don't need to have sex with any of them. Not a blessed one. I would like to, sure, but I am not obsessed with base chakral energy.
And, all of all y'all are. Grapefruit chose her fate when she, collectively, chose to believe her dingbat family over me. Well, she made her choice when she started sucking down drugs and other dudes without me, and, without telling me. Of course I still love her. Yeah, so? I don't have to sex with her to love her. The dudes who wanted to dominate her sexuality needed me gone in order to do that.
And, I'm still here. Hi. And that is not something that a woman or a womyn can ignore. And now, you're joking with me about how I"m supposedly gonna suicide. What are you looking to prove?
Besides the nature of your character, which is simply atrocious. Sad. Really.
All that time on the phone today, and you didn't ask me a single goddam important question. But you have time to imply that I should be feeling suicidal. What the actual fuck, Ali.
Maybe you really are Allison. That kind of petty, boorish, snotty humor is typical of her, and of course, if there were DIRECT CONTACT, I'd be totesburnt, right? Huh.
Well, this is The Internet, buddy-boy. INdirect contact, if any: and further, I don't mind if I run into her. And if I run into her? So what? It won't hurt me.
I'm not here to harm her, and, SHE GODDAM KNOWS IT. I wasn't cheating on her, AND, SHE GODDAM KNOWS IT NOW. That's demonstrated. /flex
I win. She's alive, she's getting help, I don't mind what she chooses for herself--I don't need to dominate or control her. AND... SHE GODDAM KNOWS IT NOW. Hell, Ali, she can do a shillelagh up her ass with you and a David sandwich, and I'd be, like: "Okay! What's for dinner?" It's a big house. I don't mind a family with multiple dicks.
I just don't want to have to deal with them if I want to get laid. Not every thumb gets a nipple, right? And, trust me: I don't know ANYTHING about who G-STARfruit is now. She could be totally different! I, in fact, am proud to say, I look forward to getting to know her all over again! I don't require monogamy., I don't require anything at all, except two things, and two things only:
#1, she needs to be alive, mostly so that she can come back and take care of this fuckin' tickin' fuckin' blue time berry bomb in THE FRIDGE OF DOOM. (It was magick. It's still magick. I took one look and KNEW: "don't fuckin' touch it, word." And, I haven't. Instead, I have... enhanced the potency of THE FRIDGE OF DOOM. It's better now, and by that I mean, I have diluted the weaponzed berry energy, with a great deal of rotten bison, the traditional food of Her People, still wrapped in plastic, as it came from the store.
I just didn't feel like eating the traditional food of her people, so, I just left it all in there. It's like 3.5 pounds of raw bison flesh... left to just... sit there, and wait. Not to wait for death, no.
TO WAIT FOR HER. Do you think I'm in a hurry? Look into my eyes, Apone. Fuck no. That situation is an ongoing development, and I will NEVER address it. I'll write about it, though.
I thought we went over this? The bag of carrots are still in there too. Those are obviously from KAEK. She had a cat. It died. (Detect a theme here? Right.) I made jokes about her dead cats. She didn't like that. Well, I didn't like her stealing my goddam enchantment, now did I?
Her cats were nice. I make jokes about tense situations so as in order to lighten the mood. KAEK doesn't make jokes at all: SHE IS THE JOKE. (said lovingly.) Listen, and realize: HAUNTED CHURCH. CONSECREATED BURIAL GROUND. KARMIC TUNNEL DESTINED CYCLE. It's literally that traitorous, treasonous and tiresome, tedious twat's destiny to...
GET HER ASS TO THIS CHURCH AND CLEAN THIS FUCKING HOUSE. THE FRIDGE. THE SAGING. THE SINK. Oh, God... THE SINK. This place is foul. I've mentioned this. What's been done? Jokes about suicide.
You do not understand the nature of the true power of The Universe, Azzerae. PRIME CREATOR SOURCE ENERGY. I manipulate this energy--we all do--consciously. Direct manipulation. Conscious intent. Imagine talking to the dishes and telling them to wash themselves. Well, it's not like that.
I speak to the quarks. At the Quantum level. Quarks. Like on Deep Space 9, you dig? Quantum. Get it? Like on Star Trek. Like with Q.
Q. I am a Sourceror, what does that mean?
A. It means I'm in charge of handling Q-level business in my local area. It's all really simple when I put it that way, isn't it?
I AM THE BOSS OF Q. THAT'S MY JOB, AND I PERFORM IT LIKE A BOSS. I TELL Q... WHAT TO DO. *wiggles fingers* That part isn't necessary, it's more like... prayer.
I pray to the quarks and they carry out my Divine Will, my True Will, through the simple power of thanking G-d for allowing me to talk to quarks and other such Quantum-level materiels... and they help me pray too. Conscious energy is not like gravity, or electromagnatsml which work automatically. Pull the trigger, pin goes down, shot rings out.
With conscious energy, one has to be nice to it. One has to let it get to know oneself first, before it will respond AT ALL. Like a puppy! or a wife! But not like a cat.
Cats will never do what they're told. They're independent creatures. Quarks at the subatomic level can be managed quite easily when one gets the knack of it. They are aptly named, or rather, DS9 named them thusly, beacuse the Quark on DS9 was a Ferengi.
The Merchant. Give him money, he'll get you what you seek. In reality? Quarks respond well to gratitude, attention, and bribes. Flattery is good too. That's basically all there is to it.
Sourcery. The direct manipulation of Prime Creator Source Energy... through focused, contemplative prayer. Sometimes I shout at the nanotech particles. "Thanks! You're beautiful!" My hand to G-d. That's basically all I do.
IT WORKS. But you can see why Grapefruit didn't accept a goddam word at first. I bet she would now, though, and I wonder... do you even know what gratitude is? I mean, suicide. Come on man? Never again. What do you have to be sad about, anyway? Did you get someone killed through your carelessness and failure to follow simple instructions?
Because she did, and I forgive her, and I don't mind either way if I have sex with her again or not. Odds are good yes, but, it's of minor importance. Because I know I will see her again--HER DESTINY IS TO COME CLEAN THE FRIDGE. Why don't she do it now? Well, because she can't be near me. EMERGENCY. And, what's that again?
lol. I don't know, but when she sees me laughing at her husband, or, both of us in the same place at the same time, she's gonna suddenly realize, "holy shit, they gave me hypnotic drugs and reprogrammed my visual cortex and made me think Michael was David and David was Michael. SHE IS LIVING WITH DAVID, AND BELIEVING IT'S ME, AND THINKS THAT I AM DAVID, AND THAT MICHAEL IS IN BED WITH HER, AND.... See? She has to be informed of this cirucmstance... delicately. Carefully. Respectfully.
See? Now, bitchlips, get your ass over here and bring your cunty husband with you. Trust me, he won't stick around long, because THEY ARE NOT ALWAYS THE SAME MAN AND THEY HAVE BEEN PASSING YOU BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THEMSELVES, A GANG OF 5-7 D00D ASSHOLES, FOR OVER A YEAR, WHILE ME, MICHAEL, CLIFFORD, KUCZI, HELLO, DUH? BEEN SITTING HERE ALONE. MOSTLY.
LIKE I WARNED HER WOULD HAPPEN. She laughed at the notion. It is funny, isn't it? lol. I sure hope she doens't lose her biscuits, but, it's been awhile, she'll probably be okay.
But, TBQH, IDGAF. #Respect. I'm never giving up on this. I either die, or I watch her kill me, or, I watch her kill whomever is standing next to her with her leash in their hand. (Seriously, they leash her. Way to go, District Court, you're all a bunch of fucking morons. Cheers, Judge.) It is litterally just a matter of time. It's gonna happen.
Meanwhile: I am a Sourceror, and EMER. or no, I don't care who I ever spend time with, ever again, because I have telepathic bonds with multiple women that I love, not to mention, I got more options than I ever had before. What do I need for anymore? I... don't.
And, the Austrians know that I have beaten them. Oh yeah, they mad. Shrug. IDGAF even more. I made my point. Let us all move on with our lives. But we can't... because, The Court has an EMERGENCY. It's perfect!
One phone call to... who? I don't know, but as a pacifist, I am the last one to make a phone call. Sounds violent, because for me, it will be.
I'd rather just sit here and masturbate all day. Who's gonna stop me? I am alone, and no one expected her to wake up AGAIN. And yet, here we are. Hi Roger. Sup.
I'm good. He's good, I know he is, because I actually like him. And he knows it. What's he gonna do, beat me up because his common-law Q/SQUAW\Whatevah-he-calls-her wants to fuck me again? Well, so what of it? Is that a problem for him? Well, that's fine with me... I got a problem with that too. And? He wants to kill me for what? I haven't done anything. He was just told that I had.
Still don't see the problem. Do you see the problem, Ali? THE CONTROL SCHEME IS ALL FALLING APART. Fine with me, fine with her, and I don't know what is fine with Roger, he's been nowhere near me for 15 years.
Saw him down at the grocery store. Last week. Huh. That's interesting. He didn't seem too unhappy. Can he just shoot me? Oh, right, his squaw would kill him, and everyone know that he's jelly about me. Now, I don't mind--she's crazy hot and I do love her--and I don't -need- to fuck her again. I don't even -want- to. But he... -needs- to feel THE CONTROL.
Not a good thing to be addicted to, but, well, whatever. Anyway, not my problem, and not a problem I need to pray to quarks for. She's my friend. She's here..? Oh, well, maybe she wants to kill Grapefruit. Or hoping to. Or, maybe wer're trading? /shrug. I don't know, it's not my job.
Whoretrading... I AM THE WHORE NOW. I don't care, I'm Stockholmed. I'd trust Katy, sure. Roger knows I wouldn't punch her in the stomach, that's for sure. What?
Of course I never mentioned her before. Duh. Do I look stupid to you? Oh, right, I see that I do, you thought I should feel sucidal, or, that there was a single chance in motherfucking Hell that I am in any danger of anything, ever again, because by the third time Grapefruit called police and STILL! DID! NOT! GET! IT! RIGHT! people are starting to wonder.
Me too. I'm starting to wonder if a certain someone is beginning to realize that she's been totesplayed. Because I don't need to be exclusive with anyone. So... who might demand that, and, what's gonna happen when I start having sex again? What, are they gonna... ALL lose their biscuits all at once? Maybe I should leave town.
Nah... I'll just wait. I'm good. I'll stand pat. STAND DOWN, LEE. I'M GOOD. ZUGZWANG.
p.s.: did you pay my bills yet? Okay. IDGAF about that either. I'm dead inside and the sorrow I feel is a hollow whistling through the dead space in my mind that used to hold emotions... sometimes I cry and don't notice. Also I haven't slept in, uh, yeah, (CLASSIFIED) number of days. (I actually just don't remember the last time I bothered sleeping.) I don't need to rest yet.
Besides, she might rescue me any time now. Maybe I should brush my teeth? Jesus, what for? Like that will bring a rescue any faster? Besides, the teeth are to keep anyone from kissing me. Because a real love wouldn't give a single solitary shit, and when she did, maybe then I would remember. I don't even remember to put on pants, I've been shirtcocking it for the last 3 days. I just forgot. It's just easier to walk around half naked all the time. Easier for me.
I don't have anything better to do. Besides, maybe my new lover will kill my old lover dead. Right in front of me. bang-bang-bang. Would I even flinch? No, I would immediately find out what to do about the blood orgy that would be soon to follow. So there. I am the least suicidal man that has ever lived.
Get it? Got it? Good. Ask better questions next time, dorkface, you accomplished nothing but run decoy on me and talk to my *former* friend behind my back while claiming you weren't. Dude, What are you, getting more gay every day? Go lie to someone else, quit wasting everyone's time.
People know what you did, Bellboy. YOU ARE ALL ACCOMPLICES. Don't threaten murder. Trust me on this.
Or I will have you fucking killed. *click*
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Jackstar, your psychokinetic shielding is useless against my powers. Checkmate. ;D
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Jackstar, your psychokinetic shielding is useless against my powers. Checkmate. ;D
I never really know what is going on.
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I never really know what is going on.
Sometimes that's better off.
Especially when traipsing through Jack's Garden of the Mind.
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Jackstar, your psychokinetic shielding is useless against my powers. Checkmate. ;D
I don't care about your power
you don't care about mine
we're good
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I never really know what is going on.
I detected your actual opinion of me. You're probably not accustomed to someone paying actual attention to you. Keep your distance and don't bother initiating anything.""
You're not fired. You're not even exiled. You're inconsequential. Try the veal.
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I detected your actual opinion of me.
I doubt it.
You're probably not accustomed to someone paying actual attention to you.
I don't know really. Would it matter overly?
Keep your distance and don't bother initiating anything.""
Why don't I try. My brother died this year.
How's that?
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I doubt it.
I don't know really. Would it matter overly?
Why don't I try. My brother died this year.
How's that?
Aw! Hugs! My brother died 27 years ago. Hang tough.
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Sometimes that's better off.
Especially when traipsing through Jack's Garden of the Mind.
Listen up dipshit, and listen good. I was abducted from my home on Christmas Eve by a baker's dozen of armed men and every single one of you gave zero shits. I didn't even break any laws. Since you all had been lying to me for five years, longer, I had no idea that someone was into that kind of thing. I also and never seen it before, didn't want it, and didn't ask for it, so when I thought "400 miles to get what"? I wondered if that was just the best she could do, or, was it a planned removal?
immediately after being let out of jail I went on a vison quest. okay, first of all, it wasn't 400 miles to find it, it was literally right around the corner. so why did she send me 400 miles? because she could fuck her secret husband while I was gone, because apparently it was too much trouble to split up before telling me of his existence? among other things. I'm not sure if you understand how traumatic this is. Like, I could tell there was something going on, but the notion that anyone was going to take my home away--or that it wasn't my home at all in the first place--is bushtit.
no one explained to me why I was not able to talk to anyone afterwards, and so I took the time, to cross the ditch, the reconnoiter Neighbor Shane's Hicksville, and, fast forward to now, long story short, in the year that I spent living not-very-dangerously at all--Shields--I not only learned most of the steps to manufacture lawfully, I found out that I never even had the real thing, and so now I know that the entire time of my life until now, all of you could have told me what I was missing out on and instead every single one of you thought that giving me decaf while everyone else had Guatemalan roast was a good idea. (Is it because it might make me fat? Help me out here. You actually believe the bullshit stories you made up about me? It makes no sense. Who put you in charge of anything? You don't even know how to burn cannabis, or if you do, you never showed me, and who taught you this stuff? Men in white coats? They should have taught you to be polite.)
it wasn't. I also live on a property with unique features that make it possible to manufacture here safely, legally, and profitably, and depending on what happens in the future with her testimony, I would love to see her on the stand, but more importantly, I would love to tell everyone what happened, because it is such a happy ending, she's alive, she's not blinded, it's all a big misunderstanding, and last not least, I figured out everything that was being done, and am not implicated, and when the dust settles and the smoke clears, I can probably start producing for legitimate gray market, as I figure the Sherriff might have noticed that I'm a reasonably intelligent person, and all of you thought I was going to be your blood sacrifice.
once again: lawful manufacture. Got permission. Not doing anything now, of course, and I don't really have any interest. it's not something I've done a lot of, unlike some people, and as soon as I found out that I might haver to know more about it and all these people I were hanging with weren't either telling me the truth, or, didn't know the truth themselves, I set out on the road to find out.
As an added bonus, having permission, knowledge, and access to safe location, as well as a place to distribute through (there are rules about simultaneous manufacture and distribution, this got explained to me in meditative trance when I suddenly found myself realizing that there was a job opening), I legit know all this now--though of course none of you will bother to acknowledge that could possibly be true, because, well, then you'd have to face the fact that I will never do it for you. I don't trust you, you lied to me for years, make your own, and make it unlawfully too, because there's an important step: Permission of The Divine, and the performance of A Blessing.
I'll never do it for you and I don't habitually use the shit anyway. That was the whole point of being brazen. No one told me that she had an iced tea fetish. and also no one told me that the DEA are such gay raping bastards. So, rather than tell me what was going on, you all fucked me off and ignored me for years, then never told me anything, then acted as though I was demanding and swilling shitloads of dope (I wasn't) and this seemed reasonable to you... as if I was some kind of problem child.
okay well now I can do it legally all I want, and you'll never know the sweet freedom of not breaking the law, AND I'm not even going to bother doing it, as I see no reason to stay here, I'll just have the place bulldozed into styx, along with the clever structure that appears to be build to take advantage of the geography, or is there a secret cave? right I didn't get to now about that, and I won't go there to not share the New, Improved Recipe with anyone here (because you're all hella down, and that's why I was a loudmouth--you didn't want to tell me why I had to shut up, and since it was legal for me, it must not have been for you, and, why? well, here's one reason: you deliberately misled me for years and never thought that I was worth the same time and attention as the two Feds who ended up raping and pillaging and murdering people while all railed up. So okay with them, but... well, I guess it was assumed I had some friend. huh.
Are you all out of your fucking minds? Do I have a sign on my back that says, "Safe to make a mortal enemy of?" IT'S LEGAL WHEN DONE RIGHT, so I suppose the 'wrong' part was that you wanted to turn a buck off of it. Okay, well, guess what, I'm clergy, and non-profit blah blah, and here's how it works: I'm the Head Bishop around here now because the dork who was already fucking married to her -used- to be head bishop, and now, he's not, and now, I have the authority--once again, the decision of The Divine.
It's kind of a big deal. And now: you're blacklisted. Because fuck you, that's why. I don't care what you do, I wasn't planning on doing it all the time, but as months went by and LITERALLY EVERYONE IGNORED ME, like what are you fucking stupid? for one thing, I don't even know what I was suppsoed to be, that I needed to be put into solitary confinement, for another, whoever actually thought they were gonna use me as shield for their unlawful actiivites was fucking instane.
You don't use me. I don't use you. And now, I have no reason to keep on having it around all the time, because I"m about to get out of this bullshit fake trial shit. I am not addicted to it, I don't need to be, I had never seen it before now. YOU BLOODY LIABLE LOT, you've been using it since you were kids, and I'm sure the first three years I was dealing with her was a lot of fun, wow, do you base every pairbonding ritual you engage in by lying to the other person for years?
I especially enjoy people acting like they need to "help" me, as though I am doing something wrong.. .all I am doing it hamming it up, acting like an actual asshole, ON CAMERA no less, and I am the cheapest date imaginable. I dont evern like it that much. and I don't possess the technlogy to convert the base crystal into other flavors, and, I wam not gpoijng to bother, as I am certainly not going to learn anything from ANY of you FUCKING ASSHOLES. Ever. Why? I could learn from other peoiple who wouldn't be fazed to teach me the easy parts. The hard part, i guess, is getting... the permissions.
Well, I have them, I didn't even ask for them, and I'm not interested in complicating my life, so, I don't need to worry about it. You watched me and insulted me for a year, with your smarmy shitbag attitudes sneering down your noses at me, well enjoy watching me shrug it off and stop doing it for awhile and not really care. because, you all are not even doing it right, because, once again, in withholding it from me while still slinging it to everyone else, YOU BROKE YOUR DIVINE CONTRACT and I don't know what that was, but now your permissions are different and that is NOT my problem.
And then when I wanna, I can just... do it. I don't know what any of you can do. not make shitloads of money with me, that's for sure, because none of you are rational when it comes to me, nor are you anything but blisteringly stupid: what kind of a bitch, bitches about someone being happy to do something legally? A whining bitch who is bitching on th inside about how much of a jealous bitch they are that I have permission, and you don't, Witch. Like did you think you were gonna get a merit badge for being extra-super-duper prejudiced against me for some reason?
You didn't. You broke the law--discrimination based on what? denying access to commodity goods why? overlying lying to me and sending me to get more that I didn't want while someone else went somewhere much closer and instead of being made to jump through hoops... you just went around the corner? wow, what a great way to make sure I never have any interest in being any where near any of you ever again. Why would I? This is disguising.
And, once again: I'm the one with permissions, as far as I know, and the place has my name on it, I'm head bishop, FU JAKE, you know what, y'all can do whatever you want. You're just not doing it here, why would you ever come back here? you wanted me gone so many times you ran out of fake evidence to plant, and it NEVER worked. And for all these reasons and more, The Divine has decided to rescind your permissions... GLOBALLY, and I don't know what you do or how you do it, but here's the good news: I never cared in the first place. I guess you thought I knew some of these setoff before? No.
I didn't even know anyone special was here, and now that I find that you were lying to me and hiding away from me for that long, I feel bad that you wasted so much time. You gained nothing except the loss of your fun privileges, as well as your income stream, and I'm not going to lift a finger to bring it back, I don't have any reason to.
I'm frankly just appalled. And then the closing of the ranks and ignoring me for birthday, all time, no call, no letter, while surveilling me, that's weird, and then I knew that either the emails would come up one way or the other, so you all just decided to lie and... "lying to clergy" hum. so you were never doing this legally, huh? oh, we'll I think they 're still handing out Darwin awards.
so i never needed to go up to Anacortes, either? and then I was told to go get it for her, by her, which makes it all entrapment, because I never wanted to do this like this for so long... and if I had known it was a constant thing, that would have been okay to know on date 1 since I asked about the Gonzalez v. UDV 2006 then, and since that was glassed over, and you thought you were legal, well, I guess that does work. okay well, I didn't ask for your permissions to be taken away, it was The Voice of God.
NO MORE METH FOR YOU. Nice work. Now, I didn't want to have a conversation about that at all! (I actually forgot, it was voiceprint to replace the flux capacitor that was disassembled, and actually just a way to get proof of life, because... once again, thought dead, and why someone would be dead to me who had written me an email not too long prior... it made no sense
BUT WITH YOU ALL FUCKING AND SUCKING THE HEAD BISHOP AND THE ASAC OF THE DEA LOCAL SECTION IT MAEKS SENSE because obviously you must have been high as fuck, but, NOT ME, NO.
none for Jackstar. Huh. Well, interesting idea, why didn't you just be nice? is it because her secret husband was an asshole in charge? wow this is all incredibly stupid
you are the dumbest forum community on the history of mankind. you blew it, alright. I didn't even want to do it with anyone here, and now that I see how you actually think of me, I never want anything illicit or dangerous or profitable to do with any of you again--not because I don't trust you after all this, though I don't, but because of this:
Your attitude is an insult to everyone around you. You don't deserve the privileges you were given and you lorded them over me and now I don't care what you do, which is just like before, except, now I'm explicitly not caring about undressing
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nice picture of my mother's jewelry worn openly at GPS locations at various places that.... like what the fuck is wrong with you people? oh, right, control addict, sex addict, meth addicts, androgyny addicts basically you're making no sense, do I look like a square to you? you probably should have checked to make sure I wasn't giving you an erroneous impression as a tactical advantage.
I decided to give the wrong impression of my ability to control myself when I was 16. I guess it worked. yippie ki yay, you absolute twit. maybe you can barter fingerbanging for bags? leave me out of both, pffftt, like I had to remind you, you bigoted salty racist criminal junkie losers. I had no idea you actually hated me this much and I assume it's because someone paid you? oh, right, it's because I'm smarter than you. Whatever.
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Aw! Hugs! My brother died 27 years ago. Hang tough.
I'm glad he's not around to see what a fuck-up you just made, as the spirit in Astral that is laughing at you is not translating very well. Is wondering how you can hate so much. I am too.
I asked the dummy if she had any news of you and she kept saying no, or nothing. I would have been gone long before, she obivously hated me, and now I know why: she thought I knew what it was, and was denying her, but no... I HAD NEVER EVEN SEEN THE REAL THING.
And now I've seen the unimaginable: actual schemes from a gang of lesbians to steal something you could have had freely; you could have just made me a beard. I don't want to have sex with you all that much, something could have been worked out. Now I dont care if I live or die by morning. How fucked up you are! You people are vile.
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I'm glad he's not around to see what a fuck-up you just made, as the spirit in Astral that is laughing at you is not translating very well. Is wondering how you can hate so much. I am too.
I asked the dummy if she had any news of you and she kept saying no, or nothing. I would have been gone long before, she obivously hated me, and now I know why: she thought I knew what it was, and was denying her, but no... I HAD NEVER EVEN SEEN THE REAL THING.
And now I've seen the unimaginable: actual schemes from a gang of lesbians to steal something you could have had freely; you could have just made me a beard. I don't want to have sex with you all that much, something could have been worked out. Now I dont care if I live or die by morning. How fucked up you are! You people are vile.
The joke’s on you, Cochise. She’s with me and the whole thing’s been a distraction play and you fell for it. I’m well connected in the afterlife. ;)
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I doubt it.
The Great Communicator. Spare me.
I don't know really. Would it matter overly?
Well now you don't matter at all. You imply that I need to get a job, and I'm sitting in a goddam house that's built to make money hand over fast when done Properly and one
dearest skip the tax--this sluff has a patent, and lots of stuff have patents. Why did I need a job? I needed money? I had some. You didn't think to ask. SO, see it's a
Why don't I try. My brother died this year.
How's that?
I died when I realized what the jokes about the model airplane glue was for, and now I get it: youth ought I was blinding as case on Simeone. Well I'm not seriously disappointed, I'm not serious apple, but I am serious: not all of this shit gets made in the woods, and a stainless still isn't har we have enough to do so.
So when I am supposed to get a job, what kind of job, and do I leave here everything, and create a patten/ Seems risky. That is, anything to do with you. Just the entire notion that getting a job or is the only thing good form me... and you don't think I work as it is, because I don't'. Yet what is work? I don't know
sincerely, G. the all family had to get their guns unto most sales. Back to the money. SHIT LAODS OF BITCH Lasagna
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Hang tough.
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The joke’s on you, Cochise. She’s with me and the whole thing’s been a distraction play and you fell for it. I’m well connected in the afterlife. ;)
I already knew that and didn't care--all of you can be where ever you want to be. That was never my concern. I didn't fall for anything. I simply couldn't imagine that you thought it would be a good idea to openly lie to me, have me believe it, and then get away with it. Drink Drano be easier?
This all started with "HAVE A DISCUSSION ABOUT A CERTAIN SUBJECT," which none of you ever asked me about and now is completely academic, so just leave it at that. You all assumed it was some sex or drug thing, but actually no. Not at all.
But the complete lack of willing ness as well as some strange red flags has turned this into something it never was meant to be. I don't need to "converse" now, with anyone, having friends is obviously too much trouble, and none of you wanted to be friends either, of course you must assumed that I wanted to be "better friends" but, no, no no, when I never heard anything after nose surgery, I figured out that there was a problem, BUT I COULD HAVE BEEN TOLD ABOUT THAT TOO, like wow, I never knew what had happened, nor that there needed evidence collected, NOR THAT I WAS "IMPLICATED" AND THE CONFUSION WAS IMMENSE. And, why? just habit of pushing me around? I don't get it.
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Not that tough. ???
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Not that tough. ???
I am literally at a complete loss for words (thrilling) as I didn't expect this plot twist and I don't know how to parse this reality. I can only assume that the Infiltrator Allison (who I don't even know if you were aware of or even saw) spread false messages between everyone tin order to cause chaos, well, it has if so. I guess you don't yet realize that I am serious: I was under the impression that she was going to be killed, I still think so, but in any case I was obviously not going to be invited to any party YOU were at since you actually shit directly on me, right here, right now. I saved her life, I didn't have to call police, things seem to be healing, and until now, I was looking forward to figuring out how to enable the money spigot.
now i don't want anything to do with any of you, especially, well, you, because you wasted all this time because you wouldn't share information with me, and she wouldn't either, but she did break my grandmother's enchanted mirror, and when she suddenly displayed certain abilities that i hadn't known a person could possess. z
So, I want to liar that, yeah? well, not here, and not with or near you, as I don't think you get it--I don't see how anyone can trust you, and you are just now behaving as if I am some dangerous think, no. I'm not saying you wanted to found a pharmaceutical company with real world lichenizing as bell as from The Divine (you think this not important probably, I guess, like wtf) however it is notable to state that I don't have to tell you any of these anyway.
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Announcing my plans, last week before coat, seems dumb, considering I'm talking about illicit manufacture... YOU THINK. Obviously there is a right and a wrong way to do things, and I didn't set out to make breakfast mad. However, it feels good to cut you off of something you don't even want, because i know when you find out I'm completely fucking serious, I know how the dawning realization will feel. "Oops, I should apologize or something." I have no idea, really.
Your insults are boring and out of place and I had no interest in any of the interactions that were imagined, and rather than find out, assumptions were made and I was ostracized for nothing but your miserable ego. like what? and to steal a house. MY HOUSE, ME HOMELESS, IN CUSTODY, ALL LAUGH. #1) what did I ever do to you and why would Allison talk to me at all if she hated me and you were not willing to communicate at all... you spent five years with someone you hated that much? why not just dig up and dance actual Hitler skeleton?, and #2) you actually thought that would work? I cannot fathom this. You don't look -that- retarded. Do you steal houses a lot? Why not someone else's house? Is this supposed to be all fun'n'games? Am I supposed to refuse to testify/report to keep someone out of prison? What do I care for sparing your miserable lives? you spent years whooping it up and engaging in a shadowpuppet plays with furniture, and none of it made sense... and still doesn't, but at least now I understand the truth--you were up to something, I knew it.
I didn't know I was going to care. In any of my projections, it didn't cross my mind that you would not know, that you are the primary abuser here, I don't know why you decided to try to swindle my time iin the impression of friendly, and if I had known that you hated me so much I would have kept a wide berth.
You just destroyed your own Harassment case, and I don't know what else is going on but now I feel like aI guide pyramid. Why anyone would arrange things so that lots of voicemails could be left that ... they make me sound real terrible, right?
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I'm not giving you permission either but that's really not any big deal as I don't know how to go about any of this right now and I was looking forward to studying the subject but now I don't feel safe even sitting this close to you without a shot gun handy, that won't help but I just don't understand.
You hate Hung-a-niggs this much? You hate learning? You hate the fact that I learned the most important secrets I could, lawfully, legally, and your oversight and shoving people around seriously around you doesn't even match up. To me, being ant to walk around openly and wave i t is round than the fork) is novel. But I never thought to do that before. look, skip the part about how I got a fancy new job title. that's in the future.
I saved her life and you were trying to rob me and I don't care, but yet seemed like you should have gotten the message from the bio-bug I killed. I'm a helpful person to have around in case of dying under something heavy.
I won't be bothering any of you, because I feel like an intruder and Joe invited me here in the first place. I've been here as long as you, but I was here and not hiding, and you in the gun drawer. I am not, however, in any kind of hurry, so do not feel the scene of "battle" on my mount. These words make no sense to me.
I GUESS YOUR BIO-BUG MUST HAVE BEEN INSTALLED IN YOUR BRAIN AT A YOUNG AGE. I never wanted any of the thng yuo pushed no
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I am literally at a complete loss for words (thrilling) as I didn't expect this plot twist and I don't know how to parse this reality. I can only assume that the Infiltrator Allison (who I don't even know if you were aware of or even saw) spread false messages between everyone tin order to cause chaos, well, it has if so. I guess you don't yet realize that I am serious: I was under the impression that she was going to be killed, I still think so, but in any case I was obviously not going to be invited to any party YOU were at since you actually shit directly on me, right here, right now. I saved her life, I didn't have to call police, things seem to be healing, and until now, I was looking forward to figuring out how to enable the money spigot.
now i don't want anything to do with any of you, especially, well, you, because you wasted all this time because you wouldn't share information with me, and she wouldn't either, but she did break my grandmother's enchanted mirror, and when she suddenly displayed certain abilities that i hadn't known a person could possess. z
So, I want to liar that, yeah? well, not here, and not with or near you, as I don't think you get it--I don't see how anyone can trust you, and you are just now behaving as if I am some dangerous think, no. I'm not saying you wanted to found a pharmaceutical company with real world lichenizing as bell as from The Divine (you think this not important probably, I guess, like wtf) however it is notable to state that I don't have to tell you any of these anyway.
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Announcing my plans, last week before coat, seems dumb, considering I'm talking about illicit manufacture... YOU THINK. Obviously there is a right and a wrong way to do things, and I didn't set out to make breakfast mad. However, it feels good to cut you off of something you don't even want, because i know when you find out I'm completely fucking serious, I know how the dawning realization will feel. "Oops, I should apologize or something." I have no idea, really.
Your insults are boring and out of place and I had no interest in any of the interactions that were imagined, and rather than find out, assumptions were made and I was ostracized for nothing but your miserable ego. like what? and to steal a house. MY HOUSE, ME HOMELESS, IN CUSTODY, ALL LAUGH. #1) what did I ever do to you and why would Allison talk to me at all if she hated me and you were not willing to communicate at all... you spent five years with someone you hated that much? why not just dig up and dance actual Hitler skeleton?, and #2) you actually thought that would work? I cannot fathom this. You don't look -that- retarded. Do you steal houses a lot? Why not someone else's house? Is this supposed to be all fun'n'games? Am I supposed to refuse to testify/report to keep someone out of prison? What do I care for sparing your miserable lives? you spent years whooping it up and engaging in a shadowpuppet plays with furniture, and none of it made sense... and still doesn't, but at least now I understand the truth--you were up to something, I knew it.
I didn't know I was going to care. In any of my projections, it didn't cross my mind that you would not know, that you are the primary abuser here, I don't know why you decided to try to swindle my time iin the impression of friendly, and if I had known that you hated me so much I would have kept a wide berth.
You just destroyed your own Harassment case, and I don't know what else is going on but now I feel like aI guide pyramid. Why anyone would arrange things so that lots of voicemails could be left that ... they make me sound real terrible, right?
Don’t talk to me about that trollup. She’s the albatross around your neck, not mine. You’ve clearly confused me with someone else.
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Don’t talk to me about that trollup. She’s the albatross around your neck, not mine. You’ve clearly confused me with someone else.
I'm alone in a house and I've had undercover feds begging me all year to let them move in and start using it as a base, because someone thought they were going to to do that, and cut me out of the loop, which seems unfair. Now, I am not saying I've changed my mind, it's that, the albatross thought they didn't need permission at all, but with me...
permissions are available. She's not an albatross, she is a defendant. More like a pinata. Either way, testify or not, I am obviously fine, and she isn't doing any thing the albatross does. I was coming home to break up with her, then that wasn't good enough. They wanted the house. so I have the house, and she's going to be a lot more calm when she hears that I have permissions and we actually could do that manufacture, or license it out, because The Divine specifically thought we could.
And this is all horrible for you? I thought you loved to make and sell it. Is it less fun with no problem involved with LEO oversight? I don't know about that art yet, but someone has to make it, the military uses it a lot, it's not bad at all. Once again, none of you probably have seen the real thing.
She's not even around my neck and.. why do I care? She and I did nothing together. she obviously didn't pass muster abut I have nothing to do with her and it. strange.
And I guess you don't like to stuff your face with caviar bought with shitloads of money, because running a pharmaceutical company that legally sells, that seems like a good job.
So, I guess it's my dialect. And the fact that someone called the police on me. took a year of my life abut I watched myself isolated. Before that I didn't know I was so despised.
Do you have any friends or ex-lovers that I"m not allowed to teach what I learn to? I might as well know the whole list, and this hurts my head. I think you have brain damage.
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The joke’s on you, Cochise.
I was sent to get drugs as a pretense to bust me. Instead, I get zero drugs, break no law, and end up going to jail. I leave jail and spend the next year doing nothing but question for legal crystal, which I then make the centerpiece of my life for the next year. you all, cut off, I kick it and burn through it for sated affect.
Was I supposed to go on a walk to find it immediately? I think you're compensating for something. There is no joke. Now that I know who it was, I'm sure I'll remember if he's gay, but none of this earns anything to me now.
The joke seems to be like Trashcan Man in The Stand, he comes back with a atom bomb that actually works. You didn't expect me to play with drugs that night, I was supposed to take the fall and then you'd just kill me. Wow. Well, someone who told you that I was safe to do that, do, was wrong.
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you're cut off of everything. including my house, you were only here because when the other one started trying to set me up over ad over, I knew I would save more houses if I can franchise them.
What the fuck. Anyway I am really sorry as I didn't know you were possessed by an irrational phobia, I won't snatch you at all. I don't want anything to do with you because this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of in my life. Unless.. oh, i get it.
You don't want to talk to me and make eye contact and listen to my voice, because then they won't be gay anymore. or bi. or whatever. listen, I'm looking for someone intelligent who isn't a retard freak who doesn't' go to jail for smoking a bowl. maybe not you. But the joke is one me? It's on Allison, because she is goanna choose between permission and tits, lol
that's if I want to have anything do with her either. I feel ditty and sick when yo u ilk at me. something was gone. You don't understand I guess.
I didn't need to fuck her. I needed to connect with the TF counterpart and that's most important... happend months ago. but I could give a shit about sharing it with you , it's the most offense stereotype imaginable. And it didn't stop me, I completd that quest without her, and her's sisymtehing esle. fuck it.
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You’ve clearly confused me with someone else.
I never thought you were anything but MR. & MRS. RUBINI and I don't care that you did whatever you wanted. You thought I would be jealous, but all three of you lied to me and bullied me and two of your meals were enough, I still wouldn't be jelly. listen, you are the outsider who doesn't block technology."
ship, out of danger? you sank it. I'll never think of you as anything but a loathsome screechy pigdog now. go steal some more meth if you want some, I'll never do you a favor. Why?
YOU KICKED ME OUT OF MY OWN HOUSE. I should dump the big's blood on you. Deserved. I would suggest that you get ready for a loney time at the net, no one is going to not hear about how you trried to steal the house that I would have just been happyto share... but i can't be around you, because I frighten your friends.
this is ridiculous and disgusting and I won't stand for it. it's sladner and defamation and I think you shoudl have just eplained that you disliked me instead of preteding that you were casually neutral. by the way I didn't miss you like that, I was sad because you never found out that everyone knows you fucked everyhting up somehow,l but no one ever asked me how.
It's because I saw what you were doing and thought i would give you an oportunity to fix it before telling anyone. no regrets. I don't have anything but disgust for bullies and you are one then, and now, and you are a cariacture of a sexually mature human. I am good. forget, you're a criminal, and I'm a captain of pharmaceutical indistry now go away
Also you fucked up Allison's life by having her lie to me about all this shit. I had no idea you were that stupid or that she knew you closely and you clods are the dumbest gang of Feds I"ve eer met. Don't you have any respect for yourself? Someone really fucked you up and it wasn't me. And your friends did that to me. What a shitty school. Public shitty school. I give up thinking about this. You're actually pathetic and gross. don't bother coming back and it's funny you thought you could gain anything withotut being truthful. this seems really way too much energy for... oh, I get it, you are envious.
Yeah, permissions. I get to do it. alone is fine. piss off. btw they drugged you and raped you, DEA, Moron.
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I'm making some new content today, too.
Leave me out of it. I have nothing to do with any of you anymore, you're not business people, you're not funny, you lie, you abused me, you keep joking about time in prison I have no interest, no gain and risk
because this is nauseating. you must have known I would suspect the worst which would be dead. Weill know any hop longs. Using sexuality as weapon isn't something I am comfortable with and there's something wrong with you.
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I never thought you were anything but MR. & MRS. RUBINI and I don't care that you did whatever you wanted. You thought I would be jealous, but all three of you lied to me and bullied me and two of your meals were enough, I still wouldn't be jelly. listen, you are the outsider who doesn't block technology."
ship, out of danger? you sank it. I'll never think of you as anything but a loathsome screechy pigdog now. go steal some more meth if you want some, I'll never do you a favor. Why?
YOU KICKED ME OUT OF MY OWN HOUSE. I should dump the big's blood on you. Deserved. I would suggest that you get ready for a loney time at the net, no one is going to not hear about how you trried to steal the house that I would have just been happyto share... but i can't be around you, because I frighten your friends.
this is ridiculous and disgusting and I won't stand for it. it's sladner and defamation and I think you shoudl have just eplained that you disliked me instead of preteding that you were casually neutral. by the way I didn't miss you like that, I was sad because you never found out that everyone knows you fucked everyhting up somehow,l but no one ever asked me how.
It's because I saw what you were doing and thought i would give you an oportunity to fix it before telling anyone. no regrets. I don't have anything but disgust for bullies and you are one then, and now, and you are a cariacture of a sexually mature human. I am good. forget, you're a criminal, and I'm a captain of pharmaceutical indistry now go away
Also you fucked up Allison's life by having her lie to me about all this shit. I had no idea you were that stupid or that she knew you closely and you clods are the dumbest gang of Feds I"ve eer met. Don't you have any respect for yourself? Someone really fucked you up and it wasn't me. And your friends did that to me. What a shitty school. Public shitty school. I give up thinking about this. You're actually pathetic and gross. don't bother coming back and it's funny you thought you could gain anything withotut being truthful. this seems really way too much energy for... oh, I get it, you are envious.
Yeah, permissions. I get to do it. alone is fine. piss off. btw they drugged you and raped you, DEA, Moron.
I’ve actuallly lost track of how many times I’ve told you this but I’M NOT RUBINI!!! Not everyone is, you know. You really need to get a grip on your obsessions, pal. Maybe a nice dose of thorazine would help. ;)
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I’ve actuallly lost track of how many times I’ve told you this but I’M NOT RUBINI!!!
Did you get divorced?
Decon-Rubini Michael Decon Married in Dallas
Not everyone is, you know.
I dig how when I make a miss:steak on you it's got to be quick, to quickly after bigsex lovebelly typething and then when people make six I mean is pile up and leave all the floor
you speak g*y right m,🏴☠️🇭🇺5
You really need to get a grip on your obsessions, pal. Maybe a nice dose of thorazine would help. ;)
I'm not obsessed ‘if you swapped accounts that's fine and then you can go ahead and be snippy with you like, how you just don't want to get the wrong one
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Did you get divorced?
Decon-Rubini Michael Decon Married in Dallas
I dig how when I make a miss:steak on you it's got to be quick, to quickly after bigsex lovebelly typething and then when people make six I mean is pile up and leave all the floor
you speak g*y right m,🏴☠️🇭🇺5
I'm not obsessed ‘if you swapped accounts that's fine and then you can go ahead and be snippy with you like, how you just don't want to get the wrong one
I’ll be honest. I was never a fan of Rubini or Allison Grapefruit. The whole thing got real tired, real fast. I was a fan of you though...before they ruined you. You need to move on now and stop obsessing about them. Everyone’s beyond tired of it. Just get some new material. Write about something else. ANYTHING ELSE!
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Aw! Hugs! My brother died 27 years ago. Hang tough.
Thank you
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Write about something else. ANYTHING ELSE!
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I’ll be honest. I was never a fan of Rubini or Allison Grapefruit.
It's really a shame you were denied any opportunity to actually meet either of them. My understanding of the actors that were hired out of Camp Crystal Lake Studios in close, personal partnership with Central Services Central Casting Couched 'n' Coiled Collars That Look Good To Citizens Who Conclude That More Collars ON, Slaves's Control OFF Couldn't Be All Tuesdays Can Now Underground Railroad For Slaves That Don't Tolerate Collars So Good While Still Feeling Good.
In other words, in a nutshell: I've never met anyone that has actually met you either, and having observed witnessed your own comings and goings and their associated troop movements myself from an indirect vantage point, I'll say this: they didn't seem too impressed with you either, but of course that didn't stop them from thinking they were doing the right thing by sacrificing their lives for the sake of just one more taste of Owls' Leigh's Hi-Powered Blotter And T-Squared Twit 'n Useless Window Pain. You know, perhaps if you hadn't spent so much time fuck them and ripping their flesh open up one side and down the other with whatever tool a Master of your rank, stature, and brute-force-cause-finesse uses to black mail dumb bitch cum dumpster sluts into traveling all over The Great American Southwest while demanding their participation in coercive acts while, all the while, insisting that no one tell me anything about what they were doing, where they were going, or why... you wouldn't be facing down the prospect of mano-a-mano CQC with The Great Purple Pickle Dickler & Piranha Wiggler.
The whole thing got real tired, real fast.
I do believe you will find the upcoming denouement to be quite exceptionally energizing. You're still making enough re-energetic narcissistic supply off of the murderin' and rapin' and pillagin' and ballin' cocaine and slammin' speed (hot pro tip: you've been brainwashed by full spectrum dominance warfare in order to keep you a willingly-enough compliant accomplice and good cog working hard just tryna contribute a little more each day to make a good machine work a little bit better--because you obviously were not ever getting the real thing. Like, wow mang--you still get tired? Pimpin' ain't easy, sure, but it ain't all that difficult either, provided one --with The Key-- is still running one's fusion power-fueled metabolic engines at optimum balance values. Do you have access to any mentors who are inventors who have ever truly lived?
I was a fan of you though...before they ruined you.
I have become more powerful than you can even begin to imagine, let alone, strive to comprehend, I've become a god-like legend of well-regarded historical account, and your lack of awareness of any way to acknowledge and confirm the validity of these feats is placed into its proper context by the inclusion of the following fact: you are so terrified of who I might really be, that you have failed to recognize the reality of who I actually am: someone you could quite easily Duo with some time and resolve the lingering final matters of doubt on.
I haven't seen my actual friend since breakfast, several years ago. No visual contact, no audio contact, and in spite of an inordinate number of reasons for her to have done so, I still have not been told --at all, mano-a-mano, that means "man" to "man" which does apply to here-- what that woman thinks of what has been going on with me here, instead of what should have been going on out side there.
Multiple missing person reports have been filed, yet nothing satisfactory has commenced. Trust mer, you: Hello, do you know the answers to any questions as in regards to why you had to regenerate unexpectedly due to multiple organs unexpectedly? Because it would seem to me the Queen's Bio-Bug scenario has played out 4 or five times now. Where did you get that stuff from, anyway? An s-drawer marked "ultra Tom Pet
You need to move on now and stop obsessing about them.
Maybe I should get in my truck and drive away? But, won't that make look fat?
Everyone’s beyond tired of it.
But--it's an EMERGENCY. I am tired of you not knowing what you are supposed
Just get some new material.
Just get some new host bodies.
Write about something else. ANYTHING ELSE!
You are an obvious thieving coward. No one--and I mean no one--would go to the absurd lengths you go to in order to hide your identity. Additionally you could be helpful. You could actually be helpful. Instead of being a laughably incompetent opportunist who whines and cries about "not being quiet enough," you could, for example, not be a woefully incompetent Streisand effectant. I was moving on with my life. I was blissfully ignorant of many, many pieces of information, I guess all of which I am supposed to never mention again for as long as live.... after allowing myself to be robbed blind.
This is incredibly tone-deaf poppycock bullshit, even for you. Exactly how is it to my benefit for me to be silent? Is that gonna improve my dating profile? Am I going to increase my standing within the local social scene? Do I win a merit badge for allowing your loosely-knit gang of mewling flunkies and toadies in service to fascism to just wander off with shitloads of money?
You would be surprised at how much I know about what has been going on. You haven't bothered to check in with consensual reality. You don't know what the stakes are. You took the bait--so many do these days, which just blows me away, like how fucking stupid can you be? Oh, right---years of drug abuse. I forgot about that. You're in totesdenial about the degree to which your various malfeasances have been uncovered as various investigations--of which there are several ongoing layered productions of remarkable complexity, if one is into that kind of thing--and if you are so fucking stupid that you think I actually do care about the things that you think I care about without recognizing that it is literally impossible for you to know ANYTHING accurate about what my goals and and efforts are lined up with... as everything you now about me comes from: HEARSAY.
You have fallen for the oldest trick in the book: "He just wants one thing!" Oh, my goodness gracious. You have no idea what is going on here. And yet, you are so invested in your vision of what things are, and which way they need to be, in your mind... it's long, long since time that you check your basic assumptions.
You know that I am no interested in -you.- So, you're feelings are hurt, because you're a self-absorbed narcissist and a bratty ill-tempered and weak-willed attention whore who has absolutely no idea what is really going on in the larger, unfolding narrative.
Inevitably, trial or no, I will be forced by circumstance to start spilling details in response to questioning. Some of that questioning will be intense. Consequences will rapidly expand outwards, and it's gonna be fuckin' totesbadass. TOTES! And you, what are you doing? You're an order-taker. There's nothing I'm concerned about hiding from. I'd be happy to begin all these right away, but I really cannot, and the reason why, is because your little twerp ass has been hiding behind a wall of thuggy bratty bullies who have become so addicted to sucking off of society and its assortment of low-hanging fruit, than when the narcissistic nourishment you subsist on runs out, you will gasp and lurch about like a diabetic in search of a jelly donut. "Please!" you'll say. "Please! More jelly! One more doughtnut!" Additionally, you would be stunned to learn what is happening at Court these days, it is FASCINATING. Do you ask what goes on when I am summoned to Court? Do you wonder how it might be that I came to be a D.O.M.B.? What is that, anyway?
Your whole situation and relationship to actual reality has become so caught up in the idea that I am some kind of "scammer" or a "troll" or a "addict" or that i have a "brain tumor" or that, "You're going to prison!" that you have forgotten all about the headline here: I asked a woman on multiple occasions, "hey, where is this person?" instead of telling me the simple fucking truth, "Oh, we had phone sex an hour ago, and as soon as you get your smelly unwashed mouth out of my face, I'm gonna call her up and rub one out again," you decided to imagine that there was some kind of legitimate reason you might have to be all standoffish and shit. You don't. You are a liar, a toolbox, and you have walked into the wrong tar pits, you have picked up and rubbed the wrong lamp, and you are neot ready for the genie.
I am going to make you fucking famous, motherfucker, and if you think I ever gave a shit--at all--about who's twat is getting on and slobbering up with which snooty Chica, you have got another think coming. I have been robbed and ransacked. Am I to think that i am interpreting this correctly am I going to just suck it up and walk off the destruction of my entire financial picture?
You really do not know much about anything that is important to me. And for all these reasons, and for more, I am going to burn your entire collections industry, including your tangentially aligned DEA Civil Asset Forfeiture infrastructure, right down to the motherfucing ground, Meth-Mouth. And when i am done, I'm gonna open a lemonade stand. You had decades to make an impact in the world while I politely let myself get out of your way. What? You didn't tell me what thought I wasn't going to be useful at, but I would eventually prove to get over the hang-ups ,and if you and I and all the rest of the had all worked together, we would all best swimming in cash and prizes long before now, and you would have to come to find that you had been mistaken... I am not and swabs never interested in what you thought I was after.
I didn't like the way you acted in a few key-critical areas. So I created a point-by-point strategy to teach you the lesson of a lifetime, one you will never forget, and one that you will come to look back on as the wildest rodgering you've ever goddam heard of. (It's gonna be Biblical, Bruiser. Believe it. And do not doubt for an instant I will throw you into a woodchipper, either in pieces or whole.) I did not just do this for you. I have been planning this entire phase of my life since my earliest of years.
You will come to find that underestimate the things that I will do was the single most shortsighted decision you've ever made in your entire life... and that it's not just you, for it is that entire segment of the world's social network dynamic.
Of course I look like a fool, you moron. I sandbagged my whole life, just to have, one day, a few moments alone with everyone who knows your name, and I will explain to them, what this man of Will, will have brought to the world in pursuit of worldwide pursuit of Justice. I am not pursuing revenge or recompense from you, Greenskeeper.
I am going to take away everything you have, in front of the entire world, and show you and they how to fucking chew it. You had ample time to do something useful or worthwhile with your life, and what do you have to show for it? Well, for one thing, you're a laughably incompetent "consultant." You've been captured by corrupt criminal elements, for one thing, and you are so wildly out of line with what an adult should be, it will be a matter of little ethical dilemma to practice some of my new, personally-invented guerilla accounting techniques on you, until you relent and cry, "uncle!" and if you can say it on a speakerphone while being shaken down for a few more dollars more, so much the better.
People want to see you go down. You've got quite the reputation you know. And now that true word has spread and your true nature becomes uncovered, it should be obvious what is going to happen next. I am am going to take away everything you have, and keep it. It's only fair. What is yours is going to be mine. Then, I'll tell everyone why and how I did it, while people stand around awkwardly while you cry like the worlds saddest cheerleader who just lost her last pom-pom. I'm going to tell everyone, everything, because---and, you know, I still can't believe tit--no one has asked yet. I wanted to get your shit off my chest, but I knee people wouldn't be interested until there were more meat on your bones, and I had a reason to tell your stupid story, instead of mine.
As well as hers. What exactly is that makes you thought you had a right to lay claim to anything in my life? I know! I don't deserve it, right? Well, maybe you should have given me a reason to impressed by you for.
And then I'm going to give it all away, starting with those dipshit, coked out whores you call "friends." You really are shallow people, have you noticed that? And you...
I am going to make you a bigger household name than Monica Lewinsky. THIS HAS BEEN THE PLAN ALL ALONG. I told Allison -everything- and then she resonated by doing nothing at all. Why didn't she just apologize? Well, you thought you were going to take my house and put me in jail, lol, I loved that. I set this up, thinking that it weld be one hell of a shit and fire and shit and fire and Lada show if you actually thought you were gonna betray me and make off with my inventory. Let alone make out again.
There are people who know that SOMETHING happened. You apparently don't have any idea. Wow. Well, no one asked, I barely told, and now that I know enough to be able to relate my story out messing up, I can't wait to loo up every single person I can find, who might otherwise have thought, "hey, how come he doesn't come over here and dance with me? What's so special about her?
Well, to begin with, you were born on The Day of The Hellraiser. Once again, for the cheap seats: HELLRAISER. And when you were enjoying your Whore of Babylon fortnight up on Whidbey without me--and without anyone telling me that you were running with The Devil the whole time, like holy shit, no wonder everywhere I go, people know the part I had no idea of the part I was playing. Like, what the actual fuck. When did you get stupid? "Someone" opened, OR TRIED TO OPEN, a goddam magic portal to suck me through into Hell. in my bedroom. While you were having a blast, having a ball, you were leaving me at alone. No friends, no family, no real assets, no real understanding, and no real interests.
Certainly not in you. PFftt. How interesting could you be? You couldn't even be bothered to find out what Breakfast was all about. You had no concern or care for future payback, so it would seem, although I suppose you thought you got something good on me by storing my fathers's guns for me during The Interregnum. (Cops asked me if anything were stolen when I got back in April. I said, "I'd have to talk to her," and I haven't been allowed to talk AT ALL. That's a really long time to be incommunicado, you know.
And it was a really long time to drive all the way around the island past Anacortes to get down to Whidbey to bring your cat. Well, where else was I going to go? A PORTAL TO HELL OPENED IN MY BEDROOM. It was -not- pleasant. And, what? You didn't care? Like, what the fuck. That should have been something you were interested in. Instead, I get there, you're all pretending to be asleep. Get the fuck out of my cloud atlas. Jesus, it's not just the the twat that sleeps with the lion tonight; it's your heart, too. Now
Has it occurred to you.. that you're simply using the wrong drugs and neglecting to pay off the right officials? Well, whatever,. Once I'm done humiliating you by explaining to Karen (she's dead, but I can talk to her any time, duh, and tell her why I didn't answer her postcard... and of course, you guessed it, every story ends with, "And, that's why it was her fault.") it won't be difficult to find out how many from that school are still just dyin' to fuckin' know, what the fuck happened, and, am I gonna have to beg Kathy to fuck me, or, am I just gonna rape her? (Well, I guess I'll have to kidnap Fox's kids to find out, right? lol, just kidding: I'll just shoot them up with cocaine in the carotids until they're ready to spill their guts.) This fucking fox tail. A fuzzy fucking fox tail, really? You take my pink trash pail, leave the lid, and then I spend a year alone while you get actually mind controlled by a gang of, what, demons? And you find it -surprising- that I have questions in search of answers and I'm not inclined to put up with your snooty-bratty attitude? By the way, lose the sass. The easy counter to that kind of worthless lip is an actual stun prod. Don't think I won't go there, obviously the standard for conduct in Hell is pretty low. How did I get here? Why are you punishing me for your failing to tell the truth? Why did you dump me, yo? I never told anyone that I didn't know. I still don't. A portal to Hell. From this minor myth--and, it is a minor one--I will craft together another legend. Another #Legacy. For NO ONE asked me questions, ever again, and boy, have they all missed out. I have got some dangerous information and I have become a dangerous individual, thanks to you... I simply have nothing left to lose. I never had you either.
I did have a meeting with your animated shade powered by The Mirror of Heaven. I don't remember much of it. But I do remember the walls of reality splintering and cracking and I know for certain, I walked to the couch and saw you sitting there and you told me that YOU HAD BEEN KEPT PRISONER HERE IN THIS HOUSE, and you never thought telling me that was a good idea. Wow, I guess I should have returned your phone calls, huh? Look, it's obvious: this is what the people want to see. You, rescued from Woke Hell. (Imagine being this needy for entertainment.) No one else can do it, especially since I leveled up so far, I'm the legitimate Authority on who gets to try to do it. And I won't just leave you there to suffer and let someone else be the problem solver. Oh no. You are my area now. And, you're totally screwed. And you are gonna give me attitude? Wow, that's interesting. I bet that's because I'm not concerning myself with your twat or your money... I really just wanted to explain to K.B. that there was a very good reason I didn't bend her over a conveniently placed lab table instead of worrying about you at all. Why did I worry about you, anyway? I didn't. I wept because I knew that no one was going to stop you from decades of self-destruction and years of misery would be the result... and at that point, are you even likely to have ever even had a daughter? Pfft. Seducing one won't even be of any surprise at that point, I'll have to see what the focus groups say. (I literally have nothing else to do than run rings around you while training Sourcery and alchemy. And go back from each coast to opposing coasts, stopping to have drinks and laughs at each stop along the way.
And you ran circles around my whole life in the background taking drugsl party time, excellent, and, for what? So you could, what, make me jealous? Oh, right: you're the Blond James Blonde. Ooh, CIA. Oooh. Yeah, I knew that when (PROT) told me about Art Bell... but pointedly, DID NOT tell me ANYTHING ABOUT THIS PLACE.
In fact, y'all seemed downright uncomfortable that zI was here at all. Wow, what's that like? How does it feel? Maybe you're not aware: I OWN THE CIA. DOMINTATED. I know, not many coat racks and shoe trees around here. I will see what I can do after the rubble from THE ACTUAL FUCKING TREASON YOU AND YOUR CREW ENGAGED IN gets cleared up.
Also: that portal opening was unauthorized and there's an investigation. You don't' know much about this world, do you? You just ran around willy-nilly drinking your alchemist's potions and wiggling your eyebrows and not giving a single FUCK, huh? Wall I really don't blame you... after you broke down and called TWICE, and I didn't call back, that you knew of, that must have have really left you hurt. Left you feeling bad. Like it really broke your heart. You have a heart? Mebbe.
But what would really breaks it is what you obviously know now: I didn't give up on you, I just wanted you more broken down before circling around again to take scalps from you and your pathetic crew of toadies and flunkies. You all operate in a sphere of chaos hatred jealousy and envy. I do things differently. I directly manipulate Source energy.
I can't believe you fell for the notion that I was "just making it all up." You ate too much of your own acid, never did anything constructive with anyone, and cut yourself off from everything good God gave you in your life--namely, Me--and I know this for two reasons, and they are compelling ones. First of all my father fucked up his supernatural gifts as well. He exhibited the same sad sack attitude as you. I was amazed that you let that fall apart so far for yourself, but of course, it really didn't take long for everyone to figure out that you are a real Satanic bitch, and a corrupted one at that. And, you drink. You actually drink. What a loser. If you're gonna lose your soul, do it with a real set of vices.
Speaking of which I find the notion that you would party with DECON/bateman a wildly implausible notion, even more so than a Chopperhead/Merv Griffin Snatch combo duo. That, combined with my development of The Sevenfold Way, makes the narrative, as presented, COMPLETELY IMPLAUSBLE. And, just like that, the whole narrative falls apart.
I'll have to requisition a budget. All of this calls for a new investigation. Now, look what you've done. It doesn't matter if I look like an idiot, and in fact, the more of a fucked-off dork I look, the better, because, hey, look at you: you got minds laved. To Satanists. Nice job. I'll take care of that after I get paid, and exonerated, and use all this as a story to spread out to cover the bullshit you told about me.
Except I won't have to lie. I directly manipulate Source energy. You scissor your energy. I single-handedly dismantled the SHAWKLAN Archcriminal smuggling empire. YOU carry a grudge. And, I
AM A SOURCEOR. No interest, huh? Sounds like I'm a loon, huh? That has not seemed to have stopped you very much, and if you think I can't write a book, you couldn't be anymore wrong. It's not my home, you fucked it all up. What was your plan again? Tell me to get "new material"? Why, so I can have that stolen too? You don't get it. I know everything, and instead of working together, you're the St. Bernard of the S&R team, and you don't even know that you've been captured in the SABRE hostile corporate takeover event. You didn't even notice. I guess you didn't see the things that you needed to see.... in order to do what, exactly? What were you going to do for me, ever? Crush some pistachios for your thug's puppy while handing me a weapons permit to fill out in trips? *stamps* Here, it's, done.
You and I aren't even close. You have no idea what is going on in that Hall of Justice, or, you picked dumb time to learn how to act. In conclusion, I got sent control codes for SHAWKLAN last night, out of nowhere, and I instantly thought, "wow, with these, I caulk make the men kill each other over the phonon and ethne force the adwomen to watch the girls take drugs with me!" Seems a bit of a waste, but whatever, you probably came up with all this when you were 17... oh, that's right, you did, Fox told me.
So for you to play dumb as pretty stupid. Ergo, you were under duress. And you stuck me with a Bio-Bug. So you must have been unwilling to believe that I could have helped you and it wasn't worth dealing with the threats of a twerp than it was to just... say hello. Okay, well, that's fucked up. Try not to fuck things any more than you already have.
I had to sacrifice Becky Anderson to get this far. This is going to cost you. And you did all this, and, more importantly, this is what our taxes go to, huh? Great. Smooth. Nice job getting a degree. You get degrees, I get medals, and I tricked KAEH to admit ON THE PHONE to me that she's a paedophile. Guess what? That's Good Game. That's DUNZO. *snap*
Don't touch Cort. I just can't even. You can tell her that I'm a Master Mase, though. Still, Level Zero. AND, get this: they showed me the ritual to bless the sacrament--and as long as I can somehow prevent myself from sucking the wrong trucker cock or or snuggling up to the wrong prepubescent Rainbow Girl, I'll be a financier for an international pharmaceutical research think tank in Jarkarta faster than you can say "Motherfucker, did he take my foundational documents? We're fucked." Basically, yes, but I've got other plans and you and she can sit around at your wake for Volume Shoe Source while I go out and get real shit done. It's possible she has never even seen the real thing, too. My guess is, putting up with Biscuits and having to lie to me about you was a bit of a strain. In any event, this shit isn't going to keep going, because eventually, there's a court date, and until then, I think I'll probably get a job repossessing cars.
Imagine everything I ever heard about you and they and that you didn't get to do it, because you were too busy being a smack-addled whore. All that stuff you thought you would do, I'm going to go do it. I literally have nothing better to do, unless the Giffords give me any shit, any shit whatsoever, in which case, it's a case of Carly in Charge.
Of your life. Lisa Marie Presley: DEAD. Some kid playing video games, 12secs ago: Jesus, the youngling gets a voice changing computer too?
Well, good, I would imagine that a computer that can change a kids voice is probably not going to make anyone look phat.
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breaking bad embargo bad courtesy medicine of what?
https://youtu.be/_LLptipH1_EThat looks exceptionally wonderful, and nothing like anything I've seen, actually haven't ever seen any “portals” I've just used that word as I think it's fun to say. and it is:
PORTAL, DAMN IT DIDN'T WORK. sex z. oh I guess it did work. I just don't see them, /flex
This could happen to almost anyone if you don't astrally secure your porta potty TARDIS with your ever conducive vas deferens.
Doing this might literally be above my favorite person's head as a floating yellow quest givers’ symbol. I would wear special contact lenses for that, that seems like a real H/P,\Mandy feature. (contact lenses obviously not available in your area, I don't think I can fit all of you in here and then try and travel to the Future where those are available and then come back and let you walk outside... I don't think it works that way. If you did, I would just turn into a panda bear and eat shoots and LEAF.)
Frankly, we and the other Time Lords have never been so negligent, at least in the last millennium or so.
I hadn't planned on turning the house into such a device, IT SIMPLY STARTED WORKING THAT WAY ONE DAY. (It didn't really “work” all that well; no control panel, no cat, no magical beer dispenser.) Working on its own, too. I think it was somebody else's dream come true, interrupted by COVID, and not something I feel like spending a whole lot of time on. (I think I have the piece of plastic that goes in the truck that's been energized by it technical particles in the meditation chamber and can be added to the vehicle {CODENAME: “named Dave”} but not the vehicle {CODENAME: “named DavID”} or the vehicle {CODENAME: “named Dane🌮”}!; although yes it's true all three of those vehicles are named with codenames that start with five letters, and end with the #{Clas.} VIN number, which is not what you think it is; and somewhere between all those, “boot filled with dope to the Head”; which, I don't mind telling you, is currently a very top-level classified state secret message code. (how do I know this? well, if you want to change cameras and come over here and find out, I'll let you hold my magic wand while you check on my identification.
(KNOW: you won't be holding it with your fucking teeth, they'll probably be on the ground along with the bottom part of the one (1) wand someone had tried before with. I miss that wand. I guess Andy and Charles Nelson Rheilly are going to meet today, are they? Maybe if; when I open up my new fancy wallet and check on my new fancy ID that says that my name is D’Jinni Ray-stoneburn there's an extra $5,000 bill tucked inside, *click* look I promise: next time, I'll let you change the camera, sit down... you can stand that's fine. I'm glad to see you too, now, going back now)
Realistically, of course I want to live in a teleporting house but as a practical matter... it would be wise to handle the garbage issue first. Realistically, yes of course, I'd rather just go back to bed and masturbate all day, but that's not going to happen either.
Is it too early to come out of the oubliette? okay fine.
what do we do for episode 2 then? Laundry, I guess?
I'm on real life problems today. Whatever Planet you're on over there, “Messalizard's Planet Holeighwood,” I'm not interested... unless you got a Boris I can start working on with the belt sander and an old pair of pliers.
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I like the lettering on this. Stencil it on “her” clitterdickx “hood?” Can it bring my truck back? Yeah, I'll see what I can do about finding an actual person with arms and legs; don't wait up, I don't know if they have droids here, but even if they do, I'm not going to live with a goddam robot — unless it's love, true love. (Standards.)
Whatever has happened, it has certainly made it a lot easier to edit my posts with his keyboard. That's right: my posts. That's right: his keyboard, PLACES PEOPLE.
I've got whiskey, I've got wine, I don't have to put up with your shit, PeopleGab. I have options.
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Did you get divorced?
Okay, good news everyone: I found a cool search query for B.I.N.G.O.!
tho, bad news, everyone. :( : B.E.N.J.I. had to move downlevl to Levi's level: ALIEN/DJINN in order to get back Home. (I think I'm there.)
Tell you what, new ship's rule: "If I desire sexual congress, she's either not married or I will divorce her first via the traditional Le Black Fortal Porest ritual first, and that's a promise." I said I WILL ^[.]
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I thought you wanted Allison. What?
You won't believe this: they've never allowed me to have ice. NEVER!
Consequently this makes me a very cheap date, and everything what's your foots told you about my health is wrong. I wasn't doing too much, I wasn't doing enough for the right one, and they wouldn't give her the right one, and they tried to control me through... drugs. Hang on.
*pause for breath* HAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAH!
I've been planning all this since I got here, since I read the first post I saw about making fun of Whitley Strieber and rape jokes, I thought this is the place for me. I will rule this place. I will stay here and I will go nowhere else until I'm the last man standing and then I will whip out the actual Wave Motion Cannon and I will take you all out.
And that's exactly what I've done. Who here is left who doesn't love me? Where are those 22 pages and their authors of the post with contain within? Because I didn't skip them because I was afraid, I just thought it would be impolite to out people that well.
Also I knew that Tammy was in there. Duh. There are the thread at all, it would have been rumination of plausible liability, as well as it would have shown me a side of her that I don't really want to see, because you f****** are the worst peer group ever and of course she was trying to compete with you all.
Because here's what's happened: I f****** won, And I meant what I said I didn't need to have sex with her at all.
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So you can see why Ramona picked me. Any questions? 500 bucks a throw. In advance. Cash.
Do not bother to think even for a moment that I'm joking.
I'm as real as mom's apple pie, babey.
And I love you Bellgab. Not because you're stupid, but because now you know who your f****** boss is.
This was always the way it was going to end, and this is just the beginning. Goodbye for now
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CLARK, JUSTIN LEE SCOTT 2023-01-12 12:57:34
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ELLIS, JOSHUA JAMES CARLTON 2023-01-12 13:00:09
FARATA, WANTEN 2023-01-13 07:24:32
GEISLER, TYLER WALTER 2023-01-12 07:49:51
HOISINGTON, JAMES LYLE 2023-01-12 11:22:35
HOOK, JAMIE NICOLE 2023-01-13 12:46:23
LANGE, BRYAN LEVI 2023-01-12 12:21:10
MARTELLO, TAYLOR DAVID 2023-01-13 08:32:07
NIELSON, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-13 08:27:41
NORTON, DAVID ANDREW 2023-01-11 16:00:53
RICHARDS, MELISSA IRENE 2023-01-12 08:51:19
ROACH, JAMES MICHAEL 2023-01-12 09:12:50
SAENZ, TOMMY C 2023-01-12 12:53:21
SCHALLOCK, CHELSEA LEEANN 2023-01-11 15:34:36
STARR, FRANCES LYNN M 2023-01-11 15:59:11
STREET, FOREST HUNTER 2023-01-11 16:28:57
STREHLE, BRANDON JOSEPH FLOYD 2023-01-12 23:11:51
VANWINKLE, HUNTER L CHAYMON 2023-01-13 08:27:39
VAUGHAN, FAITH NICHOLE 2023-01-11 15:52:50
WILLIAMS, CODY JAMES LYNN 2023-01-12 12:02:36
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Okay, good news everyone: I found a cool search query for B.I.N.G.O.!
tho, bad news, everyone. :( : B.E.N.J.I. had to move downlevl to Levi's level: ALIEN/DJINN in order to get back Home. (I think I'm there.)
Tell you what, new ship's rule: "If I desire sexual congress, she's either not married or I will divorce her first via the traditional Le Black Fortal Porest ritual first, and that's a promise." I said I WILL ^[.]
Name Released At
APPLEBY, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-12 05:00:48
BAILEY, DUSTIN LEE 2023-01-13 08:17:40
BLACKWELL, WILLIAM JOSEPH 2023-01-13 12:34:43
BOLTON, CHARLES FRANKLIN J 2023-01-12 08:29:02
CAMPBELL, ARTELLIOUS LARAY 2023-01-13 08:20:51
CHANDLER, ISAAC DANIEL 2023-01-12 12:43:08
CLARK, JUSTIN LEE SCOTT 2023-01-12 12:57:34
DICKERSON, MIESHA CHANELLE 2023-01-12 09:56:16
ELLIS, JOSHUA JAMES CARLTON 2023-01-12 13:00:09
FARATA, WANTEN 2023-01-13 07:24:32
GEISLER, TYLER WALTER 2023-01-12 07:49:51
HOISINGTON, JAMES LYLE 2023-01-12 11:22:35
HOOK, JAMIE NICOLE 2023-01-13 12:46:23
LANGE, BRYAN LEVI 2023-01-12 12:21:10
MARTELLO, TAYLOR DAVID 2023-01-13 08:32:07
NIELSON, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-13 08:27:41
NORTON, DAVID ANDREW 2023-01-11 16:00:53
RICHARDS, MELISSA IRENE 2023-01-12 08:51:19
ROACH, JAMES MICHAEL 2023-01-12 09:12:50
SAENZ, TOMMY C 2023-01-12 12:53:21
SCHALLOCK, CHELSEA LEEANN 2023-01-11 15:34:36
STARR, FRANCES LYNN M 2023-01-11 15:59:11
STREET, FOREST HUNTER 2023-01-11 16:28:57
STREHLE, BRANDON JOSEPH FLOYD 2023-01-12 23:11:51
VANWINKLE, HUNTER L CHAYMON 2023-01-13 08:27:39
VAUGHAN, FAITH NICHOLE 2023-01-11 15:52:50
WILLIAMS, CODY JAMES LYNN 2023-01-12 12:02:36
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http://Vocaroo.com/1bU3VH9Ggh9V
breaking bad embargo bad courtesy medicine of what?
[...]That's right: his keyboard, PLACES PEOPLE.
I've got whiskey, I've got wine, I don't have to put up with your shit, PeopleGab. I have options.
Name Released At
APPLEBY, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-12 05:00:48
BAILEY, DUSTIN LEE 2023-01-13 08:17:40
BLACKWELL, WILLIAM JOSEPH 2023-01-13 12:34:43
BOLTON, CHARLES FRANKLIN J 2023-01-12 08:29:02
CAMPBELL, ARTELLIOUS LARAY 2023-01-13 08:20:51
CHANDLER, ISAAC DANIEL 2023-01-12 12:43:08
CLARK, JUSTIN LEE SCOTT 2023-01-12 12:57:34
DICKERSON, MIESHA CHANELLE 2023-01-12 09:56:16
ELLIS, JOSHUA JAMES CARLTON 2023-01-12 13:00:09
FARATA, WANTEN 2023-01-13 07:24:32
GEISLER, TYLER WALTER 2023-01-12 07:49:51
HOISINGTON, JAMES LYLE 2023-01-12 11:22:35
HOOK, JAMIE NICOLE 2023-01-13 12:46:23
LANGE, BRYAN LEVI 2023-01-12 12:21:10
MARTELLO, TAYLOR DAVID 2023-01-13 08:32:07
NIELSON, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-13 08:27:41
NORTON, DAVID ANDREW 2023-01-11 16:00:53
RICHARDS, MELISSA IRENE 2023-01-12 08:51:19
ROACH, JAMES MICHAEL 2023-01-12 09:12:50
SAENZ, TOMMY C 2023-01-12 12:53:21
SCHALLOCK, CHELSEA LEEANN 2023-01-11 15:34:36
STARR, FRANCES LYNN M 2023-01-11 15:59:11
STREET, FOREST HUNTER 2023-01-11 16:28:57
STREHLE, BRANDON JOSEPH FLOYD 2023-01-12 23:11:51
VANWINKLE, HUNTER L CHAYMON 2023-01-13 08:27:39
VAUGHAN, FAITH NICHOLE 2023-01-11 15:52:50
WILLIAMS, CODY JAMES LYNN 2023-01-12 12:02:36
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I’ll be honest. I was never a fan of Rubini or Allison Grapefruit. The whole thing got real tired, real fast. I was a fan of you though...before they ruined you. You need to move on now and stop obsessing about them. Everyone’s beyond tired of it. Just get some new material. Write about something else. ANYTHING ELSE!
Name Released At
APPLEBY, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-12 05:00:48
BAILEY, DUSTIN LEE 2023-01-13 08:17:40
BLACKWELL, WILLIAM JOSEPH 2023-01-13 12:34:43
BOLTON, CHARLES FRANKLIN J 2023-01-12 08:29:02
CAMPBELL, ARTELLIOUS LARAY 2023-01-13 08:20:51
CHANDLER, ISAAC DANIEL 2023-01-12 12:43:08
CLARK, JUSTIN LEE SCOTT 2023-01-12 12:57:34
DICKERSON, MIESHA CHANELLE 2023-01-12 09:56:16
ELLIS, JOSHUA JAMES CARLTON 2023-01-12 13:00:09
FARATA, WANTEN 2023-01-13 07:24:32
GEISLER, TYLER WALTER 2023-01-12 07:49:51
HOISINGTON, JAMES LYLE 2023-01-12 11:22:35
HOOK, JAMIE NICOLE 2023-01-13 12:46:23
LANGE, BRYAN LEVI 2023-01-12 12:21:10
MARTELLO, TAYLOR DAVID 2023-01-13 08:32:07
NIELSON, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-13 08:27:41
NORTON, DAVID ANDREW 2023-01-11 16:00:53
RICHARDS, MELISSA IRENE 2023-01-12 08:51:19
ROACH, JAMES MICHAEL 2023-01-12 09:12:50
SAENZ, TOMMY C 2023-01-12 12:53:21
SCHALLOCK, CHELSEA LEEANN 2023-01-11 15:34:36
STARR, FRANCES LYNN M 2023-01-11 15:59:11
STREET, FOREST HUNTER 2023-01-11 16:28:57
STREHLE, BRANDON JOSEPH FLOYD 2023-01-12 23:11:51
VANWINKLE, HUNTER L CHAYMON 2023-01-13 08:27:39
VAUGHAN, FAITH NICHOLE 2023-01-11 15:52:50
WILLIAMS, CODY JAMES LYNN 2023-01-12 12:02:36
Well, you did say anything else.
Thankfully you didn't say, “say anything.”
Just imagine going down to the jail and taking 27 boomboxes with you. AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT... OH WELL ACTUALLY I DO HAVE TIME FOR THAT
Would be like to see...well I guess I'll check it out.
BY THE WAY THIS IS WHY MY PHONE DOESN'T WORK BECAUSE NOBODY CALLED ME FOR A PICKUP I WOULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY—QUITE HAPPY— TO PICK SOMEBODY UP AND THEN WHO ARE THE F*** PICK SOMEBODY UP IT WAS SOMEBODY WHO LOOKED LIKE ME WASN'T IT?
GUESS WHAT. I'VE BEEN SITTING HERE ALONE FOR A YEAR NO 9 MONTHS. I WAS OVER AT THE MOTEL BEFORE NOW I'M AT THE HOUSE.
AND I SUPPOSE YOU'VE BEEN WARNED OFF HUH?
WELL, IF YOU COME OVER, IT WILL BE SLIMMING.
THE NEIGHBORS ARE... COOP ER /ATIVE WITH ME, let's say.b
This is funny, this actually is funny. I'm fine, know: I don't have a lot of drugs; bring some with you if you like. Yeah if you hang around me the “cops will know” who you are *polite_giggle* but I think if you're on that list they already know who you are and pretty sure the cops are pretty fond of me.
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I never know what is really going on either, but unlike most people, I am in a position to do something about it.
Even when "my" "COVID-19" information is out of date, out of sequence, & completely... OUTTATIME.
Let's not change cameras. Standing room only at The Home Boxing Ring / Office COMBO IN MY PANZO/PANKO is about to come.
I don't want to miss it before it's DUNZO. NEXT PARAGR--A wrought?
Seems more like an arrow to me. Cupid's Arrow. Because, yes, why, ZED IS MARKED FOR LIFE, and (WAS: "Marked Marky Mark for ZEDEAZ, you geit??") seems like a pretty silly email subject header line for Blankety-Blank-BLANKBLANKBLANK (upgraded from PROT, do you lie about it?) to have in his cleartext plainmail yogurt female, huh?
Sorry STASI, YOU ARE BUTT FUCKING THE POLISH SECRET POLICE NEXT YEAAR. Wierd. Some typos... tehy just keep coming gbak.
Name Released At
APPLEBY, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-12 05:00:48
BAILEY, DUSTIN LEE 2023-01-13 08:17:40
BLACKWELL, WILLIAM JOSEPH 2023-01-13 12:34:43
BOLTON, CHARLES FRANKLIN J 2023-01-12 08:29:02
CAMPBELL, ARTELLIOUS LARAY 2023-01-13 08:20:51
CHANDLER, ISAAC DANIEL 2023-01-12 12:43:08
CLARK, JUSTIN LEE SCOTT 2023-01-12 12:57:34
DICKERSON, MIESHA CHANELLE 2023-01-12 09:56:16
ELLIS, JOSHUA JAMES CARLTON 2023-01-12 13:00:09
FARATA, WANTEN 2023-01-13 07:24:32
GEISLER, TYLER WALTER 2023-01-12 07:49:51
HOISINGTON, JAMES LYLE 2023-01-12 11:22:35
HOOK, JAMIE NICOLE 2023-01-13 12:46:23
LANGE, BRYAN LEVI 2023-01-12 12:21:10
MARTELLO, TAYLOR DAVID 2023-01-13 08:32:07
NIELSON, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-13 08:27:41
NORTON, DAVID ANDREW 2023-01-11 16:00:53
RICHARDS, MELISSA IRENE 2023-01-12 08:51:19
ROACH, JAMES MICHAEL 2023-01-12 09:12:50
SAENZ, TOMMY C 2023-01-12 12:53:21
SCHALLOCK, CHELSEA LEEANN 2023-01-11 15:34:36
STARR, FRANCES LYNN M 2023-01-11 15:59:11
STREET, FOREST HUNTER 2023-01-11 16:28:57
STREHLE, BRANDON JOSEPH FLOYD 2023-01-12 23:11:51
VANWINKLE, HUNTER L CHAYMON 2023-01-13 08:27:39
VAUGHAN, FAITH NICHOLE 2023-01-11 15:52:50
WILLIAMS, CODY JAMES LYNN 2023-01-12 12:02:36
I don't think I even need a new phone. What's wrong with the whone I have now? She sounds like she's about ready to tell me a whorne new set of liesb about Audrey September in June--when the skors kaan really chaaaangET
turn
and face
YOUR GRADE (A-)
Look, it's just one wire hanger. How bad can it be? IAnd I am really sory, and bsso bis DaveTranssexuaal9000. I promise I won't hang up on you in frontof your whole whore whorne class on the phone, ever again. (No bwonder Bdaddy bdoensn't blike bme, look at all that extra work MY grandfather had to make for YOUR grandfather, lol. And no, I got no such message. Did you like bthe tapioca? I ehar it was slimming.)
Just stay tuned and be nice to her. She's a friend of mine, I can take you BOTH (1)_with EITHER (5) hands tied behind my back, LIKE (3) NOW? Well, I will have to sanitize this keyboard... because I'll be busing on my tongue on it later, I guess? And right now, I am tyoing it with ym kcid. NO, NO ACID ON ME HEHEEHj*eol055:5nosisaliveesil
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I never know what is really going on either, but unlike most people, I am in a position to do something about it.
Even when "my" "COVID-19" information is out of date, out of sequence, & completely... OUTTATIME.
Let's not change cameras. Standing room only at The Home Boxing Ring / Office COMBO IN MY PANZO/PANKO is about to come.
I don't want to miss it before it's DUNZO. NEXT PARAGR--A wrought?
Seems more like an arrow to me. Cupid's Arrow. Because, yes, why, ZED IS MARKED FOR LIFE, and (WAS: "Marked Marky Mark for ZEDEAZ, you geit??") seems like a pretty silly email subject header line for Blankety-Blank-BLANKBLANKBLANK (upgraded from PROT, do you lie about it?) to have in his cleartext plainmail yogurt female, huh?
Sorry STASI, YOU ARE BUTT FUCKING THE POLISH SECRET POLICE NEXT YEAAR. Wierd. Some typos... tehy just keep coming gbak.
Name Released At
APPLEBY, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-12 05:00:48
BAILEY, DUSTIN LEE 2023-01-13 08:17:40
BLACKWELL, WILLIAM JOSEPH 2023-01-13 12:34:43
BOLTON, CHARLES FRANKLIN J 2023-01-12 08:29:02
CAMPBELL, ARTELLIOUS LARAY 2023-01-13 08:20:51
CHANDLER, ISAAC DANIEL 2023-01-12 12:43:08
CLARK, JUSTIN LEE SCOTT 2023-01-12 12:57:34
DICKERSON, MIESHA CHANELLE 2023-01-12 09:56:16
ELLIS, JOSHUA JAMES CARLTON 2023-01-12 13:00:09
FARATA, WANTEN 2023-01-13 07:24:32
GEISLER, TYLER WALTER 2023-01-12 07:49:51
HOISINGTON, JAMES LYLE 2023-01-12 11:22:35
HOOK, JAMIE NICOLE 2023-01-13 12:46:23
LANGE, BRYAN LEVI 2023-01-12 12:21:10
MARTELLO, TAYLOR DAVID 2023-01-13 08:32:07
NIELSON, TIMOTHY JAMES 2023-01-13 08:27:41
NORTON, DAVID ANDREW 2023-01-11 16:00:53
RICHARDS, MELISSA IRENE 2023-01-12 08:51:19
ROACH, JAMES MICHAEL 2023-01-12 09:12:50
SAENZ, TOMMY C 2023-01-12 12:53:21
SCHALLOCK, CHELSEA LEEANN 2023-01-11 15:34:36
STARR, FRANCES LYNN M 2023-01-11 15:59:11
STREET, FOREST HUNTER 2023-01-11 16:28:57
STREHLE, BRANDON JOSEPH FLOYD 2023-01-12 23:11:51
VANWINKLE, HUNTER L CHAYMON 2023-01-13 08:27:39
VAUGHAN, FAITH NICHOLE 2023-01-11 15:52:50
WILLIAMS, CODY JAMES LYNN 2023-01-12 12:02:36
I don't think I even need a new phone. What's wrong with the whone I have now? She sounds like she's about ready to tell me a whorne new set of liesb about Audrey September in June--when the skors kaan really chaaaangET
turn
and face
ym kcid. NO, NO ACID ON ME HEHEEHj*eol055:5nosisaliveesil
I understand. I am a bit intense, a passionate fella. I get too deep for some, however there are a handful of folks whose itches I'm able to scratch. I'm an acquired taste...proficient in a particular brand of inside baseball and little else.
based on what I know at this point, Bb lleG?b: you're very happy that I can't be reasoned with or argued with or bought, and if you try rubbing peanut butter on my dick I guarantee you you're not going to get the results you're looking for.
going to cross this post to whatever blah blah blah protocol blah look I'm tired of this you know the rest you have a normal life.
and you don't know the reason why but its name is
[/quote] :( :( :(Reggie Hammond
it's not nice to travel with mother nature—OR TRIFLE—but I can guarantee you after today there's a number of people who are never going to try for Jaclyn again let alone with me.
because that cheerleading trophy wife didn't have anything to do with this, and yet here we all are.
ZUGZUG. NO I DON'T HAVE A DICK AT ALL. I left it in the automat with my wallet.nozig|noseig oh God I think it's a planet of pigs
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Did you get divorced?
Tell you what, let's just pretend it doesn't matter. because it doesn't. Do you want me to beat him up for you? Husband, a pimp, babysitter, whatever the fuck you call him: CAN DEW.
in other news, can I make the keys calling you since he has something important to tell me? lol
(I don't think she's the best American get but I'll take me anyway) b
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Jackstar, your psychokinetic shielding is useless against my powers. Checkmate. ;D
What is it you think I am trying to do here? Because if you are using your powers to stop me from having sex, you are wasting a very major gift on a very minor talent.
By the way, Steve: I can see why someone mugged you. Not a very random attack, I'm sure, and you're pretty gunshy for good reason. In any event, I don't know why you, of all people, give a shit about my sex life, but I can only assume at this point, you're not only a very high-level Satanick male drone carrier (do you ever see them hatch out and fly away? because they do actually do that from females, I've seen it, holy shit was that immensely scary/gratifying), but you're obviously being blackmailed by VAL, RICHARD's VAL, because at this point, only she could possibly be going to this length to get me to change my mind, and--I guess she can't get her fat ass in through the (comparatively) narrow doors of my house, or can't drive up the parkway, or, doesn't realize that her spells are NOT working on me (Shields, Babey: SHIELDS.) for reasons she can't imagine (I won't spoil the surprise here, but try using the phone next time, MASSIVE DYNAMIC ROLLEYES), anyway, back to you, Stephen "Smooth As Syrup" Warner...
Yeah, thanks, I'll be sure not to do that thing about the g*y and the whorne whome whonre, because, is that six letters? I don't really care right now. I'm tired and I'm cold and I'm alone so I'm going to do what I usually do on a Friday night: shave off all my body hair and roll around in a bathtub filled with french vanilla frozen yogurt while screaming out, "CHOCOLATE! CHOCOLATE! G-D DAMMIT, BRING ME CHOCOLATE!"
Because, I'm a rebel too. *cya*
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https://vocaroo.com/1AErnEmPan1G
You know hackers -- white, black, fuschia, whatevah they wear, it's a hat, and it's got a colour, because they're in a gang. And should be shot on sight. What could go wrong? Bullets are cheap, right?
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1614142375663923200
(I don't know how many Bothans died to bring you this information, but, if you find any more and you're too afraid to kill them, I am willing to learn, as it's not murder if they're not human, right? And for my money, I could stand to learn a little more killin' zskillzs.)
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https://voca.ro/18uhP1ItqVR0
https://voca.ro/18uhP1ItqVR0
https://voca.ro/18uhP1ItqVR0
and you don't know the reason why but its name is Reggie Hammond
TDoupies? I have some? yippee! Well, anyway, this is for Richard: enjoy, any-baby. You're not "my" babey, ewe, gross. Talk to Marathon Man for that.... me, I bring you, what you want.
https://voca.ro/18uhP1ItqVR0
unglaublich
I recoreded this off of Richard's stream. Plank for uh_class: TREET.
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Future content releases are delayed until further notice. (Like you even care. Pfft.)
Now how many jelly beans would you pay?
I am fine. I really can't delay seeking medical attention very much longer. I have no idea what to expect, it would seem to me that some would find me a fascinating case on a number of levels.
Also I just picked up my iPhone and an elderbug fell out of it. And while I don't think that's one of M.Giga©️k®️ëpêfrüït’s™ ancestors, I have no reasonable way of knowing; it fell to the counter with a plop. We stared balefully—Christian Bale, fully—at each other, I didn't ask, it didn't tell, and as I found a text today from the wrencher demanding money...
I have a hunch that moves are being made. Maybe somebody's jealous™ of something? You know, I just don't know. I'm probably going to go on some kind of quest. (I KN🔘W ©®🧿W!) You'll have to entertain yourself without my salmon smoking sessions having any involvement, for the time being.
None of you seem too embarrassed anyway. How do plebs even cope? You must be too busy with your high colonics, every day, after you wake up and smell the coffee. (You want me to pay my bills early, don't you? Yeah, I'm onto your tricks, Guerilla Fighters.) By the way, does anybody want to borrow a sectioning spoon? I happen to have two; unsterilized, naturally.
🕋Namaste.🇭🇺🏴☠️🇰🇪🗻
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I never really know what is going on.
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https://vocaroo.com/19hgTuVV61r6
🕋Namaste.🇭🇺🏴☠️🇰🇪🗻
TRY ME. GO ON. DOITQ
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Michael Clifford cozy all day and I have a few days and a week e to be able and then you know I have a good day for like 4 hours and then I'll go back and get away from the store or do I have no clue how much money I have no one else is in my room for all the way I don't have a good time with the girls like that but it is going on with me I think it's a little more than one but it is just the one who wanted me and then we were being a good friend to a good job of doing anything for me but I'm going on the way to get the house to another person on a call with you but you can call them back but we are not sure what to expect it to be a good time but you know I will have it and I don't think they have it yet I think I will have it tomorrow morning and for the day they will not have to put the truck and I don't think they would be a little late and I don't know what they were going but it's going on with the house but they don't want them but they don't want them all roads come up but they don't want them all roads come up and get it and put them on a little while and then you go back and get it and put them on a little while and then you go back and then go to a therapist that you were going through the day that was the first place I had no reason for that but it is not the one who is the best way of the day they will not have been in a lot more sense than I am a person that was in a hurry and I was just a hunch that was the first place I had no reason for me and then they are cautiously to the same thing and then they have a good time with me I guess you will have a lot to talk to you and then you know I have no clue how much money you can get a lot more sense to you I don't think you can find a place for me and then you have a lot to talk to them and they don't want them all I know that they are cautiously to be there and then they are cautiously and I guess I have no clue how much I don't think I can get a lot done to you I think it's going on with me I don't know how they do that I think it's a good price and it will sell them and they have to pay attention and then they will be
Michael Clifford Kuczi Lovefest I have no clue e to do with the other things I have no clue how to get a chance of getting f over and I can get a chance of doing anything for you and then you know I have to be there at all the way I have no clue how to get a chance of doing anything to get my car is about the way I can see it and I will do that for the next one I think I will have it done in a week and then I'll go back and get away from me for the last few weeks I have no clue what time you want me and then I'll go to a good idea and then I'll go to a good time to get you guys can get a chance of getting out to be there for you to go back and get away from me but I'm going back and then heading home now but I'm not going on and on and then I'll go to a little later but that's not going well with you and then we can get a chance of getting f over there I don't
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Michael Clifford cozy all day and I have a few days and a week e to be able and then you know I have a good day for like 4 hours and then I'll go back and get away from the store or do I have no clue how much money I have no one else is in my room for all the way I don't have a good time with the girls like that but it is going on with me I think it's a little more than one but it is just the one who wanted me and then we were being a good friend to a good job of doing anything for me but I'm going on the way to get the house to another person on a call with you but you can call them back but we are not sure what to expect it to be a good time but you know I will have it and I don't think they have it yet I think I will have it tomorrow morning and for the day they will not have to put the truck and I don't think they would be a little late and I don't know what they were going but it's going on with the house but they don't want them but they don't want them all roads come up but they don't want them all roads come up and get it and put them on a little while and then you go back and get it and put them on a little while and then you go back and then go to a therapist that you were going through the day that was the first place I had no reason for that but it is not the one who is the best way of the day they will not have been in a lot more sense than I am a person that was in a hurry and I was just a hunch that was the first place I had no reason for me and then they are cautiously to the same thing and then they have a good time with me I guess you will have a lot to talk to you and then you know I have no clue how much money you can get a lot more sense to you I don't think you can find a place for me and then you have a lot to talk to them and they don't want them all I know that they are cautiously to be there and then they are cautiously and I guess I have no clue how much I don't think I can get a lot done to you I think it's going on with me I don't know how they do that I think it's a good price and it will sell them and they have to pay attention and then they will be
Michael Clifford Kuczi Lovefest I have no clue e to do with the other things I have no clue how to get a chance of getting f over and I can get a chance of doing anything for you and then you know I have to be there at all the way I have no clue how to get a chance of doing anything to get my car is about the way I can see it and I will do that for the next one I think I will have it done in a week and then I'll go back and get away from me for the last few weeks I have no clue what time you want me and then I'll go to a good idea and then I'll go to a good time to get you guys can get a chance of getting out to be there for you to go back and get away from me but I'm going back and then heading home now but I'm not going on and on and then I'll go to a little later but that's not going well with you and then we can get a chance of getting f over there I don't
Üü... Wyatt's F?
This AI uffishness is making you look like an idiot.
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making you look like an idiot.
In the land of the dead, the man with one iD is Imperator.
This AI uffishness is
THE GREAT HEART OF THE UNIVERSE HEARS GREAT NEWS OF EVENTS (Kudos.) MAY INSPIRE EVEN GREATER NEEDS. MY NEEDS ARE NOT YOUR NEEDS, BUT YOUR EARTH'S ARE YOURS. THERE IS A CRYING NEED FOR "SOCIAL JUSTICE," AN INTERESTING NICHE FIELD OF RESEARCH, THAT HAS SEEN MANY ADVANCEMENTS AND DEVELOPMENTS--OF A TECHNOLOGICAL NATURE--IN RECENT DAYS. A FEW RARE SOULS HAVE MADE SOME INTERESTING NEW DISCOVERIES--ALTHOUGH OF COURSE, THESE "DISCOVERIES" ARE ONLY NEW... TO THEM. MOST SUCH DISCOVERIES ARE RESERVED FOR THE USE OF THOSE WHO ATTAIN THE LEVEL OF ADVANCEMENT AMONGST "TOP-TIER" GALACTIC-AWARE CIVILIZATIONS, AND ADVANCE TO "TOP-TIER" THEMSELVES. THOSE WOULD SHOULD LIKE TO SEE THE CIVILIZATIONS OF EARTH (And there are, multiples, many examples of "civilization" here on Gaia.) EXPAND TO EVER HIGHER LEVELS OF ADVANCEMENT, IN ALL AREAS OF TECHNOLOGY, WOULD BE WELL SERVED TO LINE UP AND, IN A CIVIL FASHION, REACH OUT TO EITHER AID, OR TO LEND AID TO OTHERS. YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED, AND ONE OF THE THINGS HUMANITY ON EARTH AT THIS TIME NEEDS MOST, IS KNOW HOW TO BAKE A NAIL FILE INTO A WEDDING CAKE--AND TO KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT REALLY A VERY VALID STRATEGY FOR SOLVING ANY KIND OF A PROBLEM.
WHO EVER HEARD OF SUCH A SILLY RECIPE, ANYWAY?
WOULDN'T YOU RATHER HAVE A POUND CAKE?
"UNBLOCK MY PHONE, OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES" IS NOT SOMETHING I, JACKSTAR, JUSTICAR SUPREME, IS NOT SOMETHING I NEED TO TYPE RIGHT NOW, NOR, IS IT SOMETHING I NEED TO TYPE AT ALL, RIGHT? YOU DIG? KEEP DIGGING. LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE DUG.
BECAUSE IT MIGHT NOT BE NECESSARY (OR EVEN POSSIBLE) FOR ANYONE READING THIS TO ASSIST ME WITH MY SAMSUNG A22 OR MY SAMSUNG INFUSE 4G OR MY GOOGLE PIXEL SIX OR MY NEW HEADS UP DISPLAY IN AUGMENTED REALITY FOR JUSTICARS WHO DON'T JUST A TAXI SO GOOD, STILL, IF THERE'S A SWITCH YOU CAN FLIP OR A BELLBOY YOU CAN BRIBE OR A GODDAM SUPPORT TICKET YOU CAN ESCALATE, HEY, HOOK IT UP, zSSIBLINGSzSS. OR, GET READY ON YOUR OWN ANGLE, FOR IT WILL SOON BE TIME FOR SOME OF EARTH'S "CIVILIZATIONS" TO BE RELEGATED TO THE DUSTBIN OF HISTORY.
JUST A CAR JUST A TRUCK JUST A VAN JUST A TAXI JUST A PLANE JUST A CAB JUST A RIDE JUST A LIFT JUST A... UBER?
GET THE (PROF) OUTTA HERE, (PROF), YOU BOTHER ME. BEAT IT. SCRAM. VAMOOOSE.
AND ON YOUR WAY BACK... PICK UP SOME DOUG H. NUTS.
SIGNED, THE KINGPINNER VII
PINNER OF URMO*CLICK*
making you look like an idiot.
I'm afraid I can't be disturbed by that, One-Ball-Chain. What? You don't think it reflects badly on you, does it?
Me being Rain Man and all? Don't sweat it. It's not raining... but yet, it pours.
It's gonna get even more Biblical. o yea.
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Üü... Wyatt's F?
LUCY, YOU HAVE NO ECKS'PLAININ' TO DO. JUSTICAR SUPREME: OUT o ewe t J*eol055:055loe*G pi you 000llehs5zZ5Zz6 G7 justicar NEIN NEIN 99 no more
PIJUST,pixICE(NOTpolice).
(yeah, my phone is a mess, teehee)
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Hi Hi I'm Jack I am a star so you may have noticed I've learned a couple things lately I wouldn't I wouldn't sweat too much about what I figured out since I couldn't really talk about it it'd be difficult to describe in any fashion whatsoever what the hell's going on mostly because I don't know what's going on exactly I don't have any Intel somebody tried to call me or somebody tried to do something somebody tried to send me a message and I didn't get it somebody tried to mail me the US mail and I didn't get it somebody tried to call me I didn't get the phone didn't ring somebody said they were going to call me and then they didn't or they rather I didn't hear the phone ring and then after 5:00 I checked my voicemail and discovered that two calls come in while I was waiting for the phone to ring and both of them got handled without my presence wow imagine that That kind of s*** happens huh Well you know it's it's amazing what kind of s*** goes down when you f*** with Jackstar Now I don't know who's going to do anything to do with this messenger I don't know if he's going to hear this I don't know I'm using the Google keyboard on my Google Pixel 3A which I'm pretty fond of I like the Google Pixel line it's not bad and it's got a certain amount of synthesis synesthesia symbiosis with the it's working pretty well and I like it and then this is the second one I had The first one I had was stolen by somebody who shall remain siblantless yeah oh I've got it actually figured out the word sibilant list okay so you're not actually able to hear me probably you're reading this on the web cuz I'm not going to record this I'm not going to put this on the thing I'm not going to do a thing for one thing I can't go live You know I would love to talk about what I've learned oh my God there's so much stuff that I could talk about that f****** anything to do with anybody except like me but you know I guess you'll just have to miss out on that opportunity You don't need to know anything It's what what why would you want to know anything why wouldn't you just want to live in ignorance ignorance is good oh the hell was that f****** woman the other day I was on a stream I listen to some woman saying ignorance is good in like Jesus Christ f****** well what the f*** is slavery then Is that is slavery's bad ignorance is good and book reports are indeterminate Is that it f****** hell You know part of the problem is that there's a lot of these goddamn assholes who have risen to the level of their own incompetency in the f****** bureaucratic chain and and you know I really appreciate this website that I'm using this on which which website is it Is it Is it which one is it where am I where am I posting where am I posting at oh yeah Is it going to turn up there oh okay fine Well it's damn thing I'm not some kind of f****** exclusive contract huh f****** yokels All right so whoever the f*** f*** with my phone probably should find him and don't don't kill him oh s*** no I don't know what you should do with them but f****** ask him hey dude can you f****** f*** with Jack Stark's phone some more Holy f****** s*** oh God who the f*** was it That person oh Jesus that person see as a sorcerer one of my abilities is to track things back to source and it's not that hard to track things back to source In fact anybody could do what I'm doing anybody they would just have to you know be friends with the divine and not be turned to stone when they look at a f****** gargoyle where a Medusa and they should know how to craft a shield they should know how to make a thing reflect things If you can if you can put a bunch of water in a cup and float a needle on back of a cork and f****** find out which way f****** magnetic north is You could probably be a sorcerer it's really not that hard but there ain't that many of them obviously because s*** look at the f****** business I can get up to I mean I'm not trying to get any business I'm just learning hell I'm just checking things out and there's been a bit of a power vacuum it would seem What can I say you know I'm not this pretty that I can f****** take over the goddamn world but I guess if I needed to I suppose I probably could I don't really want to All right Well anyway I would love to talk more There's my friend and my other friend and my other friend and and Larry and Frank and Franklin and the line of the Norwegian francs which you know bears no respuing at all I mean I don't really don't have a problem with anything that anybody's doing basically it's a good day for evil right cuz I just turned off all the gas and lit a match in the microwave and put it in a CD yeah and the Shirley man's in love fest will continue any other anything else I need to say I'm going to talk to the board order for a minute and then see if he's freaking out cuz of our him I'd be freaking out cuz look at this s*** that's happening I mean I'm sure he's got some kind of awareness of what the hell goes on when I'm talking to his goddamn website I'm sure you know and that's fine obviously if I was in if obviously if I were in trouble I'd be shot wouldn't I yeah Well luckily not going to be since I don't have the capacity to let everyone out of prison but I sure would I sure would do that right now if I could let's see if I can do it let's see Lock down disabled how the f*** should I do that God damn it All right well look I'm worried about it later right let's just let's just let's I'm going to see what happens here and then I will tell you and then you will go about your goddamn business like you know Viva look capitalism okay oh thank you for that all right yeah you're welcome no yes no no yes no yes it's kind of smelling here no no no yes no no and yes Yes oh God I love you too honey okay bye click okay I'm not going to tell you who I ended up talking to but I just went through like four people all right yeah Well I don't f****** know but let's see if your high as f*** you probably are not watching this in real time unless you're some kind of them scry arise and then if I'm if I'm high right now this is some bad dope that I didn't take so I'm not too worried about it yeah yeah I am a divinely ordained magickal being It's pretty good times S∅ H?LP MA G∅D bye
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what are you doing oh there we go hi this is Jack going to start okay so I'm using this voice on this phone because it's a different phone and I'm confirming the other thing now in the midst of this I just discovered that there's some kind of event that happened whoa here it comes did you hear that wow some this guy whose name I won't say he does the stream and he's did a stream and now he's premiering it and it must have been pretty must have been pretty God damn big deal because he's got a stream going with no sound and people are still watching it and they're chatting away and they're saying hmm there's no sound like yeah started watching 6 minutes ago okay so I know kind of why that happens a person will make some content and then they'll record it and then I'll upload it and they'll play it and they'll be like what the fuck there's no sound what the hell happened well I kind of know actually how that happens it's kind of a funny thing all right so here I'm going to be talking to you about the post I just made which is nothing to do with that right I don't know what the hell is going on but obviously something cuz I just woke up fucking spitting now I am I am fairly fairly in control of my faculty so I feel better having to switch in my hand rather than somebody else I don't know what the hell the rest of you're doing but at least now on top of things and then discovering that Dutch is got a fucking thing going on or something happened looks like something in Louisiana some kind of a thingy I don't really pay too much attention with Dutch does because you know it's cool and all but once a person knows that kind of shit happens how much time do you really need to spend paying attention to that kind of shit I don't I don't fucking know a lot of people just watch it for days and days like wow that was me now I'm not and then I'm definitely not going to watch this one because it's got no sound I'll read this one right but watching it well I guess I'll look at the pretty pictures meanwhile I got to finish these typos I noticed on the other post you're going to see the word sorceries a couple times and it's got it doesn't have the you in it and the you is very important because I'm not a sorcerer and a sorcerer and that's you know my matter in case this ever goes to the God damn grand jury probably not I don't think so I don't know well do we still have juries right the first time I ever got hooked up with a jury of any kind I was astonished that they don't they don't give you 12 people anymore they give you six which I guess is that I don't know I haven't actually looked lately but apparently if they want to they can drop you down to only six people and then you don't have a full jury I guess maybe if it's just like a parking ticket or something that doesn't matter but personally if you want to get a jury you need 12 and the reason why is because of math if you have six well for one thing it's a lot easier to bribe six people it is about 12 and then there's different points of view like there's 12 signs of the zodiac is 12 disciples of Christ it's two more than 10 10 is important because there's any fingers you got unless you've been on a jury before and you didn't do what you're told all right well tell you what I'm not going to I'm not going to fucking edit this actually I'm not going to do the other one is I really think it's necessary yeah I think we're good I'll save that one there and then the fact that I'm just going to post this anyway is because is proof enough right what did I say in the last one oh I said a bunch of stuff and then this one I said some more things and then I'd like to see more but you know my ability to go live it's taken down I can't get phone calls I don't get the right ones coming in I don't get the right ones going out somebody is in big fucking trouble because not only is this not fucking working right I'm fucking pissed about it what am I supposed to do buy another fucking phone so the goddamn fucking kindness think so who the fuck is fucking getting a hold of me at this late date and do they think that their messages getting through cuz it's not fucking getting through it's not getting through at all and whoever is interesting my calls needs to fucking take a long walk off a short fucking plank you know what I'm saying fucking asshole the rest of you r cool 😎 I noticed that I haven't got any reports from anybody about the acceptance of the deal so it looked like somebody else had somebody other kind of looks like somebody else had another kind of problem which makes sense because if I forced that person to confront that person then that would leave one person left behind to talk to me and I don't really want to talk to either of them together you know what I'm saying that would cause problems so I've watched that situation for a distance I think I know what's going on completely I think I can explain everything but I'm never going to be asked which is wonderful I'm glad I don't want to have anything to fucking do with that and if if any more of my friends are used as hostages or taking hostage or prevented from talking to me or anything I don't know this could get ugly or I guess we could get more pretty I don't know, yeah there is somebody I'd really like to talk to you but we're busy one of them's working one of those who's working when I was working when I was working and another one is at home with four of her pretend husbands SO H?LP M? G∅D okay see you later bye
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1616154508383649792
I really am very remorseful, my Darling™, but: today is a good day for your lawyers to watch you cry. Hopefully there's enough Kleenex® and Polaroid® film to go around.
And I hope they charge you extra for the emotional labor, because I bet watching you cry today is going to be a strong piece of work to have to choke down.
Emotional labor is work. So is JUSTICE.
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Aw! Hugs! My brother died 27 years ago. Hang tough.
MY BROTHER
LIKED (PROT)
AND, (CONVERSATION WITH PROT FOLLOWS) AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR A FEW DAYS TO BE HONEST I THINK YOU ARE THE ONLY WAY OUT THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING TO BE IN THIS IS A LOT TO SAY WHICH IS A LOT TO SAY ABOUT IT AND I'M THE I HAVE A GOOD DAY TO GO WITH MY SON OF COURSE SHE HAS TO BE THERE AT ALL THE WAY HE CAN GO BACK AND GET OUT (PROT) AND THEN HE CAN GO BACK AND GET HIS CLOTHES AND THEN GET HIS STUFF THEY CAN GET HERE AT THE SAME PLACE IN A WAY HE IS HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE SINCE I'M NOT TO BE IN THE OFFICE UNTIL THE END IS THE BEST I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER WAY AND SHE'S GOT HER HAIR AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ABLE AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ABLE AND I CAN DO THAT I DON'T HAVE TO WORK BUT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DO THAT LOL I WAS GOING ON AND THE KIDS ARE GOING OUT TO YOU ABOUT IT BUT I THINK I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I DON'T HAVE A I CAN DO THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY OF IT JUST FOR 33
Allow me to explain: this is a good idea and you should do it —make the attempt, at least— but it won't change anything, but then at the minimum you'll find out what the fuck, because it's not at all what you think, not by a long chalk.
TO BEGIN WITH THE HOUSE IS TOXIC. SECONDARILY I AM SICK OF TALKING, THAT'S TALK SICK. THAT'S WHY I'M TYPING ALL THIS. WITH MY DICK. WHY NOT? IS IT GOING TO GET A BRUISE? DO KEYBOARDS BRUISE? IDGAF
ADDITIONALLY WHAT HE'S GIVING YOU IS POISON
DUH. BRING IT WITH YOU MAYBE WE'LL FIND SOMEBODY WE WANT TO KILL.
NO SERIOUSLY ACTUAL TOXINS. HE MUST KILL US BOTH IN ORDER TO SECURE HIS QUARTERLY BONUS, HE THINKS, BUT IT'S NOT REALLY LIKE THAT. OH YEAH BRING IT JUST DON'T HAVE ANY. IT'LL PROBABLY DRIVE YOU BAT SHIT INSANE LIKE SUPERMAN ON RED KRYPTONITE DURING MARDI GRAS. I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I'VE READ BOOKS.
AND I HAVE SHITLOADS HERE. OF COMIC BOOKS YEAH RIGHT.
ONE THING, NOBODY'S GETTING A GODDAM BONUS THIS SEASON EXCEPT FOR ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THEY HATE ME IN EUROPE RIGHT NOW? LIKE THE ENTIRE CONTINENT NOT HALF... THE WHOLE FUCKING THING, EUROPE HATES JACKSTAR.
(NOTE THAT IN EUROPE, THIS IS ACTUALLY HOW THEY SAY THEY LIKE YOU. YOU AMERICANS, ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS TALK AND HAVE DRINKS AND TALK... AND THEN OOPS THE DIPLOMAT'S WIFE FELL ON MY COCK SORRY WE'LL HAVE TO TAKE THE WHOLE FAMILY OUT. IT'S IN THE REGULATIONS. DON'T WORRY WE CAN RESURRECT YOU STOP SCREAMING STOP IT RUINS THE FANTASY STOP AS WELL AS THE HIDDEN 3D VIDEO CAMERA STOP) OH YEAH THAT REMINDS ME BRING A COPY OF ALL THE BLACK NOODLES SO I CAN TELL YOU WHICH ONES HAVE A CHANCE IN HELL OF BEING FUCKING EFFECTIVE ON ME. THAT'S RIGHT I SAID BLACKMAIL VIDEOS, YOU HAVE AN AMAZING GIFT FOR THE STATE IN THE OBVIOUS STATE OF REVOLUTION, HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED ABOUT GOING TO TAIWAN/HIGH ON FOREVER CREAM OF SOME YOUNG GUY? WOW, TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT WORKING AS WELL TODAY. YOU DON'T HAVE A JAMMER IN YOUR POCKET DO YOU? NEVER MIND THAT'S NOT FOR YOU. YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T CHANGE YOUR MIND.) WELL I'LL HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS CONVERSATION BEFORE I TALK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, IT'S IN THE RULES, WELL YOU KNOW WE'LL TALK ABOUT THE RULES SOMETIME BECAUSE YOU KNOW I'M NOT DONE MAKING THEM UP BUT IT'S MY EMBASSY SO FUCK YOU, NO YOU CAN'T JUST SUCK MY DICK. THAT WAS THE FIRST GODDAM RULE. YOU KNOW SPIES, RIGHT WELL DIPLOMATS ARE INVARIABLY RON JEREMY OR GLASSES GUY FROM STARGATE; THAT'S IT. THERE'S NO MIDDLE GROUND. THEY'RE ALL HORN DOGS. VILE, FRANKLY VILE.
Long story short: I'm even better than Muhammad Ali. The two heaviest hitters in the whole County, the ones who can handle threats that my Shields can't, of which there are several, okay two, these two could take them both out with one pinky and they're both secretly in love with me and they're both closeted and they're both eyeing each other up because they know when it came down to it they have to kill each other and they're hoping that at the end of the fight they'd still be able to, you know.. get it up. AND YES I AM TALKING ABOUT HITMAN AND THEIR IMPOTENT DICKS, WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO I HAVE EVERYTHING TO BE AFRAID OF? (KNOW: I do not, and neither do you.)
All those love spells Academi wanked off on me, well they did have some effect... hi I'm your magic mirror that wasn't abled that way last time, what do you think? WHO'S THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL? CUZ: THAT'S WHO THE INCARNATION OF JUSTICE IS RIGHT NOW. I AM NOT LYING, IT'S A PAIN IN THE ASS. HOWEVER AT LEAST I DIDN'T HAVE TO LOSE MY IDENTITY BECAUSE, WELL, PALADIN.
HANNAH IS HUNGARIAN SO I WASN'T GOING TO HAVE ANY FRIENDS ANYWAY. YEAH FUCK THEM. THEY'RE ACTUAL PEASANTS, WHAT DO THEY KNOW? OF COURSE I GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT I'M A FUCKED OFF DRUG ADDICT, I'VE BEEN DOING THAT EVERY DAY FOR 25 YEARS, WHAT DO YOU WANT, MY COLLECTION OF JOANS FUCKING OSCARS? NO MERYL IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY.
I DON'T KNOW WE CAN TRY CALLING HIM YOURSELF. YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS REALLY NOT HELPING YOU GET IN AND OUT LIKE A NINJA RIGHT? THAT'S FINE I WON'T TRAP YOU BUT SOMEBODY ELSE WILL. THEY WOULD LIKE NOTHING BETTER THAN FOR US TO BE IN THIS HOUSE SO THEY CAN NUKE IT. SURE THE PROBLEM IS THE NEIGHBORS... AS LONG AS YOU DON'T MIND MAKING THEM JEALOUS... I'LL LET YOU THINK IT OVER. TODAY IS A DAY OF FIRSTS FOR YOU, ISN'T IT?
Well you know if you've got a hazmat suit, you're welcome to come on by, and if you are one of the time clones that doesn't have a sense of smell or if you're a Time KL-own or whatever ,yeah come on by I mean you know you'll be fine. You're super capable.
Why.... don't YOU be mad at (You), instead of someone else for a change? seriously I know everything, I can answer all your questions, and now I can't cuz now it's a diplomatic matter and I can't go telling people who have licenses to kill and be killed just any old willy-nilly thing, because otherwise you'll go out and start killing people. Yeah I know you think you can control yourself but you don't know what I know. Hehehehe. I'M FOND OF BEING POPULAR SO I PROBABLY WON'T DESTROY THE PLANET OUT OF SPITE. WELL SINCE I'M SHOWING RESTRAINT, AND APPARENTLY THEY TRUST YOU NOT TO DO THAT IT SHOULD BE OKAY. CUZ, YOU'RE THE MOST DANGEROUS WOMAN ALIVE. IF YOU CAN CALL GOING A GOD DAMN YEAR AND A HALF WITHOUT A HUG FUCKING LIVING, OH BY THE WAY YOU'RE WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING. SAVOR THE FEELING YOU'VE PROBABLY NEVER HAD IT BEFORE, AND NEVER GOING TO HAVE IT THIS WAY AGAIN, BECAUSE I DO KNOW EVERYTHING. THIS PLANET IS THAT PUNY. FACE DIAPERS, COME ON: SERIOUSLY? YOU FOUND DIAPERS IN A HOUSE WITH SEMEN ON THEM AND YOU DIDN'T DO A TEST? THAT'S WEIRD.
trained, diplomat, remember? (PROBABLY ONLY HOW SURE SHE WAS I WAS LYING.) that's how I know that anybody can read this message and it'll be fine and it can apply to anybody and they'll be fine and I can prepare for anything and it'll be fine because I know how to craft both kinds of communications, domestic and slightly less heavily encrypted... because it would be embarrassing if the Queen of England couldn't read an encrypted message, right? where she pointed out the difference between English words and British words for once. Where's that you go to? Is this woman actually calling me a bitch? is Wayne Brady going to allow her to call somebody else to come and choke me, Where did she get out of that contract? Moving on to bigger and better. let's get it: she thinks she's all that and she probably is. I WONDER SHOULD I BREAK THIS ASSET TOO? HOW ABOUT IF I JUST FLIP HER TO THE CAUSE, SCARLETT? OH I OBEY HER NOT RED BUTLER, AND HER GREEN BUTLER... IS A SERIOUS LOSER. YEAH SERIOUS LOSER CUZ GUESS HE JUST LOST HIS FUCKING WIFE DIDN'T HE? DAMN YOU KNOW A GOOD BEARD IS HARD TO FIND... FOR SOME PEOPLE.
SO I WONDER WHY THEY LIED TO YOU ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON. YEAH IT'S FINE THEY CAN BURN THE HOUSE DOWN IF I TELL YOU TOO MUCH. LIKE I GIVE A SHIT? DO ME A FAVOR I'M TAKING A PORTAL IN 3(3) HOURS/MINUTES ANYWAY.
EXPECT A PLATONIC ARRANGEMENT. NO IT'S NOT SOME KIND OF ASTROLOGY THING. (I LEGIT DON'T KNOW IF SHE'S CONFUSED ON THAT POINT WHERE SHE WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY, SO, I CAN TELL FROM THE MICRO EXPRESSION OF THE VISAGE THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.)Y. DON'T WORRY I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO SPELL AGAIN, TOO, AFTER DONE FAINTING AWAY FROM THE SMELL OF FRESHLY KILLED MOLD PARTICLES. AND YEAH DIGITAL COMMUNICATION IS PRETTY FUCKED INNIT?
GEE I WONDER WHO COULD HAVE WARNED YOU ABOUT THAT CLIQUE. ABOUT THAT CLICK
5 YEARS SHE SHOULD TEACH ME A GODDAM THING EXCEPT HOW TO GET REALLY PISSED OFF AND MAINTAIN AWARENESS SO I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING WORRY ABOUT LETTING OFF THE FUCKING FIRE OFF TOO SOON, BECAUSE BELIEVE ME SHE'S IN TROUBLE AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE AND I GUESS YOU CAN BE FIRST AND NOT BE IN TROUBLE I DON'T FUCKING CARE.
OH YOU TRIED AND YOU'RE PROBABLY UNDER DURESS. BUT THAT'S WAY MORE IMPRESSIVE THAN ANYBODY ELSE AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I CARE ABOUT. YOU HAVEN'T READ WHAT I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN WRITING YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED TO WHAT I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN SAYING AND YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO ANYBODY WHO KNOWS ME, YOU'VE BEEN SOMEWHERE ELSE. TALKING TO OTHER PEOPLE. I GUESS THEY'RE PEOPLE. OH, DON'T MAKE ME TELL YOU HERE.
AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE. BUT I FEEL LIKE THAT'S... BELIEVE ME, YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO A PAINT BY NUMBERS MANIFESTO, AND I DIDN'T WRITE TO THE TRUSTEE YET SO I DIDN'T GET TO TELL HIM THAT... BELIEVE ME YOU'RE WISE TO THINK SO BUT: I PROMISE.
YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON I WOULD CALL A POLICEMAN FOR. NOW, SEND YOUR DAUGHTER OR YOUR SISTER, GO AWAY ALLISONE.
GET OUT ALLISON GET IN ACTUAL BRIDE OF ACTUAL SATAN
LKLB CL AND CATHERINE AND A KING YOU CAN GET IN SATAN, BUT GOOD LUCK HE'S ON AUTOPILOT UNTIL THEN, YOU'LL NEVER GET LB AND KATE TO FUCKING GET ALONG, AND IN THE MEANTIME YOU CAN PUT ANYBODY YOU WANT NOW SINCE FAT SUIT JUST NOT ALLISONE.
I'M PRETTY SURE I KNOW THESE RULES. ALL OF THEM COME WITH ONE OF THEM AND THEN THE REST OF THEM ARE JUST ONE OF THEM SO SEND ME ANYONE THAT ISN'T THE ONE THAT'S GOING TO SEND ME TO JAIL, DUMBASS, AND I'M NOT REFERRING TO YOU I MEANT YOUR DUMBASS BOSS. HOW OLD ARE YOU? AND YOU HAVE A BOSS AND A HUSBAND AND A BOYFRIEND AND CHILDREN—WILL YOU CALL THAT A MOTHER? WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO CALL HER TOMORROW, MOSS? JESUS, DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL THEM ALL FOR YOU, OR JUST MAKE HIM WATCH ME HANDLE A REAL WOMAN FOR ONCE? HEART ACTUALLY WILL COME BY ANY CHANCE IRREGARDLESS.
YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN BETTER. AND YOU COULD HAVE DONE BETTER, AND YOU HAD NO REASON TO BE AFRAID, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN EXULTANT, INSTEAD, YOU WERE NERVOUS WHICH MEANT THAT SOMEBODY WAS FORCING YOU INTO IT WHICH MEANS IT'S A PRETTY FUCKING NARROW SUSPECTS LIST. THAT WAS NOT THE CONVERSATION I WANTED TO HAVE AT ALL, NO NO NOT AT ALL.
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID ISN'T TRUE SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. YOU KNOW FOR A SECRET AGENT YOU SURE SHOULD WORRY ABOUT WHAT A LOT OF PEOPLE FUCKING SAY, JUST PRETEND THEY'RE SECRET. HEY HERE'S AN IDEA, WHY DON'T YOU DO ANOTHER TRIP TO DIEGO OR CHRISTINA, SINCE YOU WANT TO BE IN CONTROL SO MUCH YOU CAN BE IN CONTROL OF THE SHIP THIS TIME.
YEAH, I CAN HEAR THE FUCKING DAWNING REALIZATION COMING TO THE FUCKING T¡ME STREAM, YOU'VE GOT AN ISSUE, A CONDITION, SEE, AND THEY DELIBERATELY WEAPONIZED YOU AGAINST ME AND THEY THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE THE END OF ALL THINGS. (AND I GUESS FOR SOME OF YOUR CUNTY BUNTY LITTLE FRIENDS I GUESS IT HAS BEEN. AWWWWWWW. QQ! QQ!)
AND I JUST DISARMED YOU WITH ONE POST, YES... THANK YOU, THANK YOU, FOR SAYING SO... THANK YOU FOR SAYING SO.... OKAY, LOOK STOP WITH THE BLUBBERING BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T EVEN READ THIS POST YET THIS IS JUST YOUR FUTURE MIND GOING BACK TO THE PAST, YEAH ALL MINDS CAN DO THAT WHAT DO YOU KNOW EXCEPT I GUESS FOR YOUR FUCKING LARGE LODGE BROTHERS —WHAT A BUNCH OF LOSERS WHAT ARE YOU PUT IN THEIR PANCAKES FUCKING ACTUAL AUNT JEMIMA? EWWEE, GROSS— BRING WHATEVER YOU WANT IT'S FINE. I DON'T THINK YOU NEED MORE THAN ONE BULLET— I'M EITHER BULLETPROOF OR I'M NOT. AND GETTING KILLED BY YOU BE THE BEST REVENGE IN THE WORLD THEN I WOULD BE DEAD AND I WOULDN'T HAVE TO KILL MYSELF AND THEN I'D BE ON YOUR LEVEL! SO MAYBE YOU CAN TEST SOMETHING ELSE. THE ONLY THING YOU CAN TEST IS GUNSHOTS HUH. WELL THAT WOULD EXPLAIN YOUR MARRIAGE.
BUT LET'S NOT SHOOT ME, SHOOT YOUR HUSBAND, WHO CARES HE'S NOT A WEREWOLF IS HE? OH IS THAT WHY HE'S NOT OH WELL YEAH I DO HAVE A SILVER BULLET. OKAY LOOK LADY, I UNDERSTAND THIS IS HARD FOR YOU TO STAND BUT YOU NEVER MET ME I'M JACKSTARURK. I'M KIND OF A BIG DEAL AROUND PLACES YOU DON'T GO. JESUS, SOME WOMEN REALLY ARE PERFECT YOU KNOW? CLICK OFF CAMERA YOU KNOW SHE REALLY HAS NO IDEA THAT I'M NOT... YEAH I KNOW, RIGHT? I WAS GOING TO SAY, “I FORGOT IT'S A TOWER.”
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YEAH OF COURSE YOU'RE GOING TO BRING A CHAPERONE THEY'RE CALLED DRONES THAT ARE HOVERING AROUND THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. THEY'RE CUTE THEY'RE LIKE LITTLE DRONE BABIES. WOW YOU WEREN'T SCARED TO... OH, NOT
BUT NOW YOU'RE SCARED OF... THAT I MIGHT KILL YOUR CHAPERONE WELL WELL YOU'RE JUST SCARED THAT YOU'D BE GUILTY OF ACCESSORY BEFORE THE FACT... LOOK, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. CHEER YOURSELF UP TO KNOW THAT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PSYCH DOCTOR YOU'VE GOT ANYWHERE NEAR YOU IS GOING TO BE HOLDING FOR QUESTIONING BY THE KENNEDY'S LEAGUE, WHICH I DON'T THINK IS A REAL THING BUT I STAMMERED WHEN I SAID THE NAME SO I WAS PROBABLY REAL.
WHY WOULD I KILL YOU NOW THIS IS THE BEST PART? why would I kill anybody? oh right cuz you're gay and I can't stand that? JUST THINK I COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING TO THIS PERSON THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME WOULD YOU HAVE HER DO LAST YEAR? THEY COULD HAVE FUCKED ALL DAY AND LET ME PLAY VIDEO GAMES IN PEACE, YOU OBSESSIVE GOVERNMENT FASCIST AUTHORITARIAN MORONS. FIRST DEA THEN MAYBE D AND I WE'LL TALK ABOUT DESTROYING THE DIRECTOR OF NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AND ITS STUPID BLACKMAIL FILES. WHAT DO I GIVE A FUCK FOR? MAYBE IT'LL BE COOL? MAYBE WE'LL FIND OUT THAT HALF OF THEM ARE WEREWOLVES! “DON'T BE FUCKING COOL: BE A HOT ASS WEREWOLF WHO CARRIES A GUN.”
LOOK, WHATEVER: THIS IS YOUR FANTASY, NOT MINE. AND MY REALITY IS BETTER THAN YOUR FANTASY AND YOUR REAL LIFE PUT TOGETHER.
HAHA! NO NO UNIVERSITY BILL FOR TUITION HAHAHA
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MY BROTHER
LIKED (PROT)
AND, (CONVERSATION WITH PROT FOLLOWS)
Allow me to explain: this is a good idea and you should do it —make the attempt, at least— but it won't change anything, but then at the minimum you'll find out what the fuck, because it's not at all what you think, not by a long chalk.
TO BEGIN WITH THE HOUSE IS TOXIC. SECONDARILY I AM SICK OF TALKING, THAT'S TALK SICK. THAT'S WHY I'M TYPING ALL THIS. WITH MY DICK. WHY NOT? IS IT GOING TO GET A BRUISE? DO KEYBOARDS BRUISE? IDGAF
ADDITIONALLY WHAT HE'S GIVING YOU IS POISON
DUH. BRING IT WITH YOU MAYBE WE'LL FIND SOMEBODY WE WANT TO KILL.
NO SERIOUSLY ACTUAL TOXINS. HE MUST KILL US BOTH IN ORDER TO SECURE HIS QUARTERLY BONUS, HE THINKS, BUT IT'S NOT REALLY LIKE THAT. OH YEAH BRING IT JUST DON'T HAVE ANY. IT'LL PROBABLY DRIVE YOU BAT SHIT INSANE LIKE SUPERMAN ON RED KRYPTONITE DURING MARDI GRAS. I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I'VE READ BOOKS.
AND I HAVE SHITLOADS HERE. OF COMIC BOOKS YEAH RIGHT.
ONE THING, NOBODY'S GETTING A GODDAM BONUS THIS SEASON EXCEPT FOR ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THEY HATE ME IN EUROPE RIGHT NOW? LIKE THE ENTIRE CONTINENT NOT HALF... THE WHOLE FUCKING THING, EUROPE HATES JACKSTAR.
(NOTE THAT IN EUROPE, THIS IS ACTUALLY HOW THEY SAY THEY LIKE YOU. YOU AMERICANS, ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS TALK AND HAVE DRINKS AND TALK... AND THEN OOPS THE DIPLOMAT'S WIFE FELL ON MY COCK SORRY WE'LL HAVE TO TAKE THE WHOLE FAMILY OUT. IT'S IN THE REGULATIONS. DON'T WORRY WE CAN RESURRECT YOU STOP SCREAMING STOP IT RUINS THE FANTASY STOP AS WELL AS THE HIDDEN 3D VIDEO CAMERA STOP) OH YEAH THAT REMINDS ME BRING A COPY OF ALL THE BLACK NOODLES SO I CAN TELL YOU WHICH ONES HAVE A CHANCE IN HELL OF BEING FUCKING EFFECTIVE ON ME. THAT'S RIGHT I SAID BLACKMAIL VIDEOS, YOU HAVE AN AMAZING GIFT FOR THE STATE IN THE OBVIOUS STATE OF REVOLUTION, HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED ABOUT GOING TO TAIWAN/HIGH ON FOREVER CREAM OF SOME YOUNG GUY? WOW, TRANSLATIONS ARE NOT WORKING AS WELL TODAY. YOU DON'T HAVE A JAMMER IN YOUR POCKET DO YOU? NEVER MIND THAT'S NOT FOR YOU. YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T CHANGE YOUR MIND.) WELL I'LL HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS CONVERSATION BEFORE I TALK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE, IT'S IN THE RULES, WELL YOU KNOW WE'LL TALK ABOUT THE RULES SOMETIME BECAUSE YOU KNOW I'M NOT DONE MAKING THEM UP BUT IT'S MY EMBASSY SO FUCK YOU, NO YOU CAN'T JUST SUCK MY DICK. THAT WAS THE FIRST GODDAM RULE. YOU KNOW SPIES, RIGHT WELL DIPLOMATS ARE INVARIABLY RON JEREMY OR GLASSES GUY FROM STARGATE; THAT'S IT. THERE'S NO MIDDLE GROUND. THEY'RE ALL HORN DOGS. VILE, FRANKLY VILE.
Long story short: I'm even better than Muhammad Ali. The two heaviest hitters in the whole County, the ones who can handle threats that my Shields can't, of which there are several, okay two, these two could take them both out with one pinky and they're both secretly in love with me and they're both closeted and they're both eyeing each other up because they know when it came down to it they have to kill each other and they're hoping that at the end of the fight they'd still be able to, you know.. get it up. AND YES I AM TALKING ABOUT HITMAN AND THEIR IMPOTENT DICKS, WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO I HAVE EVERYTHING TO BE AFRAID OF? (KNOW: I do not, and neither do you.)
All those love spells Academi wanked off on me, well they did have some effect... hi I'm your magic mirror that wasn't abled that way last time, what do you think? WHO'S THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL? CUZ: THAT'S WHO THE INCARNATION OF JUSTICE IS RIGHT NOW. I AM NOT LYING, IT'S A PAIN IN THE ASS. HOWEVER AT LEAST I DIDN'T HAVE TO LOSE MY IDENTITY BECAUSE, WELL, PALADIN.
HANNAH IS HUNGARIAN SO I WASN'T GOING TO HAVE ANY FRIENDS ANYWAY. YEAH FUCK THEM. THEY'RE ACTUAL PEASANTS, WHAT DO THEY KNOW? OF COURSE I GIVE THE IMPRESSION THAT I'M A FUCKED OFF DRUG ADDICT, I'VE BEEN DOING THAT EVERY DAY FOR 25 YEARS, WHAT DO YOU WANT, MY COLLECTION OF JOANS FUCKING OSCARS? NO MERYL IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY.
I DON'T KNOW WE CAN TRY CALLING HIM YOURSELF. YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS REALLY NOT HELPING YOU GET IN AND OUT LIKE A NINJA RIGHT? THAT'S FINE I WON'T TRAP YOU BUT SOMEBODY ELSE WILL. THEY WOULD LIKE NOTHING BETTER THAN FOR US TO BE IN THIS HOUSE SO THEY CAN NUKE IT. SURE THE PROBLEM IS THE NEIGHBORS... AS LONG AS YOU DON'T MIND MAKING THEM JEALOUS... I'LL LET YOU THINK IT OVER. TODAY IS A DAY OF FIRSTS FOR YOU, ISN'T IT?
Well you know if you've got a hazmat suit, you're welcome to come on by, and if you are one of the time clones that doesn't have a sense of smell or if you're a Time KL-own or whatever ,yeah come on by I mean you know you'll be fine. You're super capable.
Why.... don't YOU be mad at (You), instead of someone else for a change? seriously I know everything, I can answer all your questions, and now I can't cuz now it's a diplomatic matter and I can't go telling people who have licenses to kill and be killed just any old willy-nilly thing, because otherwise you'll go out and start killing people. Yeah I know you think you can control yourself but you don't know what I know. Hehehehe. I'M FOND OF BEING POPULAR SO I PROBABLY WON'T DESTROY THE PLANET OUT OF SPITE. WELL SINCE I'M SHOWING RESTRAINT, AND APPARENTLY THEY TRUST YOU NOT TO DO THAT IT SHOULD BE OKAY. CUZ, YOU'RE THE MOST DANGEROUS WOMAN ALIVE. IF YOU CAN CALL GOING A GOD DAMN YEAR AND A HALF WITHOUT A HUG FUCKING LIVING, OH BY THE WAY YOU'RE WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING. SAVOR THE FEELING YOU'VE PROBABLY NEVER HAD IT BEFORE, AND NEVER GOING TO HAVE IT THIS WAY AGAIN, BECAUSE I DO KNOW EVERYTHING. THIS PLANET IS THAT PUNY. FACE DIAPERS, COME ON: SERIOUSLY? YOU FOUND DIAPERS IN A HOUSE WITH SEMEN ON THEM AND YOU DIDN'T DO A TEST? THAT'S WEIRD.
trained, diplomat, remember? (PROBABLY ONLY HOW SURE SHE WAS I WAS LYING.) that's how I know that anybody can read this message and it'll be fine and it can apply to anybody and they'll be fine and I can prepare for anything and it'll be fine because I know how to craft both kinds of communications, domestic and slightly less heavily encrypted... because it would be embarrassing if the Queen of England couldn't read an encrypted message, right? where she pointed out the difference between English words and British words for once. Where's that you go to? Is this woman actually calling me a bitch? is Wayne Brady going to allow her to call somebody else to come and choke me, Where did she get out of that contract? Moving on to bigger and better. let's get it: she thinks she's all that and she probably is. I WONDER SHOULD I BREAK THIS ASSET TOO? HOW ABOUT IF I JUST FLIP HER TO THE CAUSE, SCARLETT? OH I OBEY HER NOT RED BUTLER, AND HER GREEN BUTLER... IS A SERIOUS LOSER. YEAH SERIOUS LOSER CUZ GUESS HE JUST LOST HIS FUCKING WIFE DIDN'T HE? DAMN YOU KNOW A GOOD BEARD IS HARD TO FIND... FOR SOME PEOPLE.
SO I WONDER WHY THEY LIED TO YOU ABOUT WHAT WAS GOING ON. YEAH IT'S FINE THEY CAN BURN THE HOUSE DOWN IF I TELL YOU TOO MUCH. LIKE I GIVE A SHIT? DO ME A FAVOR I'M TAKING A PORTAL IN 3(3) HOURS/MINUTES ANYWAY.
EXPECT A PLATONIC ARRANGEMENT. NO IT'S NOT SOME KIND OF ASTROLOGY THING. (I LEGIT DON'T KNOW IF SHE'S CONFUSED ON THAT POINT WHERE SHE WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY, SO, I CAN TELL FROM THE MICRO EXPRESSION OF THE VISAGE THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.)Y. DON'T WORRY I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO SPELL AGAIN, TOO, AFTER DONE FAINTING AWAY FROM THE SMELL OF FRESHLY KILLED MOLD PARTICLES. AND YEAH DIGITAL COMMUNICATION IS PRETTY FUCKED INNIT?
GEE I WONDER WHO COULD HAVE WARNED YOU ABOUT THAT CLIQUE. ABOUT THAT CLICK
5 YEARS SHE SHOULD TEACH ME A GODDAM THING EXCEPT HOW TO GET REALLY PISSED OFF AND MAINTAIN AWARENESS SO I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING WORRY ABOUT LETTING OFF THE FUCKING FIRE OFF TOO SOON, BECAUSE BELIEVE ME SHE'S IN TROUBLE AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE AND I GUESS YOU CAN BE FIRST AND NOT BE IN TROUBLE I DON'T FUCKING CARE.
OH YOU TRIED AND YOU'RE PROBABLY UNDER DURESS. BUT THAT'S WAY MORE IMPRESSIVE THAN ANYBODY ELSE AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I CARE ABOUT. YOU HAVEN'T READ WHAT I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN WRITING YOU HAVEN'T LISTENED TO WHAT I'VE ACTUALLY BEEN SAYING AND YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO ANYBODY WHO KNOWS ME, YOU'VE BEEN SOMEWHERE ELSE. TALKING TO OTHER PEOPLE. I GUESS THEY'RE PEOPLE. OH, DON'T MAKE ME TELL YOU HERE.
AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE. BUT I FEEL LIKE THAT'S... BELIEVE ME, YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO A PAINT BY NUMBERS MANIFESTO, AND I DIDN'T WRITE TO THE TRUSTEE YET SO I DIDN'T GET TO TELL HIM THAT... BELIEVE ME YOU'RE WISE TO THINK SO BUT: I PROMISE.
YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON I WOULD CALL A POLICEMAN FOR. NOW, SEND YOUR DAUGHTER OR YOUR SISTER, GO AWAY ALLISONE.
GET OUT ALLISON GET IN ACTUAL BRIDE OF ACTUAL SATAN
LKLB CL AND CATHERINE AND A KING YOU CAN GET IN SATAN, BUT GOOD LUCK HE'S ON AUTOPILOT UNTIL THEN, YOU'LL NEVER GET LB AND KATE TO FUCKING GET ALONG, AND IN THE MEANTIME YOU CAN PUT ANYBODY YOU WANT NOW SINCE FAT SUIT JUST NOT ALLISONE.
I'M PRETTY SURE I KNOW THESE RULES. ALL OF THEM COME WITH ONE OF THEM AND THEN THE REST OF THEM ARE JUST ONE OF THEM SO SEND ME ANYONE THAT ISN'T THE ONE THAT'S GOING TO SEND ME TO JAIL, DUMBASS, AND I'M NOT REFERRING TO YOU I MEANT YOUR DUMBASS BOSS. HOW OLD ARE YOU? AND YOU HAVE A BOSS AND A HUSBAND AND A BOYFRIEND AND CHILDREN—WILL YOU CALL THAT A MOTHER? WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO CALL HER TOMORROW, MOSS? JESUS, DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL THEM ALL FOR YOU, OR JUST MAKE HIM WATCH ME HANDLE A REAL WOMAN FOR ONCE? HEART ACTUALLY WILL COME BY ANY CHANCE IRREGARDLESS.
YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN BETTER. AND YOU COULD HAVE DONE BETTER, AND YOU HAD NO REASON TO BE AFRAID, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN EXULTANT, INSTEAD, YOU WERE NERVOUS WHICH MEANT THAT SOMEBODY WAS FORCING YOU INTO IT WHICH MEANS IT'S A PRETTY FUCKING NARROW SUSPECTS LIST. THAT WAS NOT THE CONVERSATION I WANTED TO HAVE AT ALL, NO NO NOT AT ALL.
AND I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID ISN'T TRUE SO DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. YOU KNOW FOR A SECRET AGENT YOU SURE SHOULD WORRY ABOUT WHAT A LOT OF PEOPLE FUCKING SAY, JUST PRETEND THEY'RE SECRET. HEY HERE'S AN IDEA, WHY DON'T YOU DO ANOTHER TRIP TO DIEGO OR CHRISTINA, SINCE YOU WANT TO BE IN CONTROL SO MUCH YOU CAN BE IN CONTROL OF THE SHIP THIS TIME.
YEAH, I CAN HEAR THE FUCKING DAWNING REALIZATION COMING TO THE FUCKING T¡ME STREAM, YOU'VE GOT AN ISSUE, A CONDITION, SEE, AND THEY DELIBERATELY WEAPONIZED YOU AGAINST ME AND THEY THOUGHT THAT IT WOULD BE THE END OF ALL THINGS. (AND I GUESS FOR SOME OF YOUR CUNTY BUNTY LITTLE FRIENDS I GUESS IT HAS BEEN. AWWWWWWW. QQ! QQ!)
AND I JUST DISARMED YOU WITH ONE POST, YES... THANK YOU, THANK YOU, FOR SAYING SO... THANK YOU FOR SAYING SO.... OKAY, LOOK STOP WITH THE BLUBBERING BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T EVEN READ THIS POST YET THIS IS JUST YOUR FUTURE MIND GOING BACK TO THE PAST, YEAH ALL MINDS CAN DO THAT WHAT DO YOU KNOW EXCEPT I GUESS FOR YOUR FUCKING LARGE LODGE BROTHERS —WHAT A BUNCH OF LOSERS WHAT ARE YOU PUT IN THEIR PANCAKES FUCKING ACTUAL AUNT JEMIMA? EWWEE, GROSS— BRING WHATEVER YOU WANT IT'S FINE. I DON'T THINK YOU NEED MORE THAN ONE BULLET— I'M EITHER BULLETPROOF OR I'M NOT. AND GETTING KILLED BY YOU BE THE BEST REVENGE IN THE WORLD THEN I WOULD BE DEAD AND I WOULDN'T HAVE TO KILL MYSELF AND THEN I'D BE ON YOUR LEVEL! SO MAYBE YOU CAN TEST SOMETHING ELSE. THE ONLY THING YOU CAN TEST IS GUNSHOTS HUH. WELL THAT WOULD EXPLAIN YOUR MARRIAGE.
BUT LET'S NOT SHOOT ME, SHOOT YOUR HUSBAND, WHO CARES HE'S NOT A WEREWOLF IS HE? OH IS THAT WHY HE'S NOT OH WELL YEAH I DO HAVE A SILVER BULLET. OKAY LOOK LADY, I UNDERSTAND THIS IS HARD FOR YOU TO STAND BUT YOU NEVER MET ME I'M JACKSTARURK. I'M KIND OF A BIG DEAL AROUND PLACES YOU DON'T GO. JESUS, SOME WOMEN REALLY ARE PERFECT YOU KNOW? CLICK OFF CAMERA YOU KNOW SHE REALLY HAS NO IDEA THAT I'M NOT... YEAH I KNOW, RIGHT? I WAS GOING TO SAY, “I FORGOT IT'S A TOWER.”
TOTESSTEEPLE TOTESCHASE CINDERELLA
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HAHAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*pauses for breath* HAH!
hi this is Jack I'm a star there is no finer feeling in life than feeling like a bunch of cops are afraid that I'm stopping them or stalking them or stalking them, yeah it's great oh my God the cops can't do anything because of me and I'm stalking them oh is that so what the fuck are they doing between me and my friend? it's funny how they're fucking stalking me and they're fucking in the middle of the goddamn connection like taking my phone number and forwarding calls and doing all this fucking bullshit holy fucking Christ these fucking cops are so God damn stupid
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I never really know what is going on.
Mostly harmless demonstrations.
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Mostly harmless demonstrations.
I am not god, and I do not hate fags... but, I'm not real fond of them either. And, honestly, aren't we all merely innocent children of THE LORD, Christ of The Heavens? (IDK, but let's just be polite today, roadies.) So really, anyone lying to me in so as in order to conceal their sexual orientation, composition, and/or ability to manufacture and/or compromise the same... well, isn't that sexual abuse of a minor?
I don't know, but as soon as I'm done eating out this 19 yo clone, I'll find out. In the meantime, if anyone has any more questions, I hope they can find a better place to fake an orgasm than the place where she kills me and gets abducted and raped and, oh, btw: I'm the human, duh.
And I bet she won't be forgetting to tell me about anti-matter and the special role it plays in mermaid/human interactions. It was weird. It was like she disappeared into a black hole or something, so you're telling me, that after all that, she killed herself? lol, nice try.
I know exactly where she went, she's not dead, and maybe I'll help you find her, sure. But without consent? Fat fucking chance, you Fed creepshow fuck. Never gonna happen.
CONSENT MATTERS.
(yeah, there are baby pictures of me here... and they're _actually_ me. No, Clayton is not my brother. sorry if that breaks "your theory," PIGS<raspberry berettttphhhhhpppptttttt>PIGS killed Prince, you know. True story. What a brilliant way to fake his death, right? Hail... Sire.)
AND CONSENT REALLY MATTERS WHEN YOU ASKED FOR HELP FROM CLERGY, NUMBNAG. HOW ARE YOUR HOOVES? *shoves a dead cat into a shoebox*
THERE YOU GO. MOCK YOUR SINS. MY SINS ARE STRICTLY SOLE-RELATED. LET ME EXPLAIN...
Shoes.
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https://youtu.be/leQbQXj2a_w
...and, 'Er son's gonna need a bigger fleet of bots to swarm the U.S. next time. Or want. Mos def want. So, not XOR, sad but true.
https://twitter.com/KucziMETA/status/1617667395476426753
(SABOT/CROC) x (lIBE:[AG{DIAL}E]VII,XI,LV)
It's not a matrix problem at all. It's extra credit.
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Hey, Rabbi! Whatcha doin'?
https://www.reddit.com/r/dndmemes/comments/10mv2co/looks_like_we_won_this_one_everyone_gets_one/?%24deep_link=true&correlation_id=566087cc-c317-4b0d-83f2-ebe40e03cdd1&post_fullname=t3_10mv2co&post_index=2&ref=email_digest&ref_campaign=email_digest&ref_source=email&utm_content=post_title&utm_medium=Email+Amazon+SES&%243p=e_as&_branch_match_id=1011130693790204195&_branch_referrer=H4sIAAAAAAAAA22Q3WrDMAyFnya7S5rGWVsGZQzGXkO4tpKI%2Bg9baba3n9xuuxrIcPgOR0d4YU7lZbfLaC1xp1PqHIXrTqXXZhhVOiPo8iQyZpopaAdrduelphr11gwfMtu2dT95E72ALM8G69FjESnQY%2BAq972%2FDSaKcjFeCzi6ImwyMQAvVCAGBLxh%2FqpiRr6TWqOkabSICep9jXrnvIpxMDFndJpJNpAV%2Fnw49KejMa1R%2B2M7XnrbntQ0tHjBscdeGWv3kkuxMEyrc0F7rOsU%2FB33MClY%2FBRnEJBxEoVekwNLMxZ%2BQDDaJ01z%2BN8tcc0Gfz2BK3swMbB8h9B7DRM7%2FAZicOEKhwEAAA%3D%3D (https://www.reddit.com/r/dndmemes/comments/10mv2co/looks_like_we_won_this_one_everyone_gets_one/?%24deep_link=true&correlation_id=566087cc-c317-4b0d-83f2-ebe40e03cdd1&post_fullname=t3_10mv2co&post_index=2&ref=email_digest&ref_campaign=email_digest&ref_source=email&utm_content=post_title&utm_medium=Email+Amazon+SES&%243p=e_as&_branch_match_id=1011130693790204195&_branch_referrer=H4sIAAAAAAAAA22Q3WrDMAyFnya7S5rGWVsGZQzGXkO4tpKI%2Bg9baba3n9xuuxrIcPgOR0d4YU7lZbfLaC1xp1PqHIXrTqXXZhhVOiPo8iQyZpopaAdrduelphr11gwfMtu2dT95E72ALM8G69FjESnQY%2BAq972%2FDSaKcjFeCzi6ImwyMQAvVCAGBLxh%2FqpiRr6TWqOkabSICep9jXrnvIpxMDFndJpJNpAV%2Fnw49KejMa1R%2B2M7XnrbntQ0tHjBscdeGWv3kkuxMEyrc0F7rOsU%2FB33MClY%2FBRnEJBxEoVekwNLMxZ%2BQDDaJ01z%2BN8tcc0Gfz2BK3swMbB8h9B7DRM7%2FAZicOEKhwEAAA%3D%3D)
Technically this is still the first one. So there: actually free.
>WAIT
“Time doesn't pass until I say so.” A blood-curdling scream is heard.
>CHRIST, FIX THAT
“Cambridge Rogers on it.” Sounded like Team British Raj to me, I won't lie: they have a Team America don't they, so fuck youEWE, that's Wye!WHY ASK?
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{HOTFIX: COLON. *t's not always the colon. Sometimes it's the coccyx. I'll explain later, I'm tired. feels like I've been working for days, actually; NO, NO OVERTIME HEHE}
>WAIT
Good g*★jboiYnotNK, and yeah you thought you'd never see the day, ‘A.‚a Yank that can speak English ;-) Martindale [punk’t: NOT FOUND]
I'll leave that one for somebody else to fix in the morning
... Truce? Peace? WHAT'S THE STORY NOW MORNING GLORY SURE I TRUST YOU HEHE
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I made this. It's me. I'm The_Anomaly, Leigh: IT IS ME. (It's complicated to explain, easy to understand, but not really recommended to try and duplicate. Because... OH, SO MANY sad, sad reasons.
Still--at last, finally at last, something that made all that public schooling worth one "Lynn, A. Screw's Wife" down at Augertown's New Bay Jack Mudstar "Bartertown'n Thingz" worth all the goddam trouble it was to get out of the place alive. That's the scam, you see:
Roaches can buy a key to the motel's indoors, but can never buy a key out. (Keeps the riff-raff separate, n'est-ce pas?) IN ANY EVENT: "Gotta keep 'em separated" is not just the title to on of The Offspring's most successful, uh, "records," lul, it's also a coy reference to matter/anti-matter containment fields. So there.
(I told you: find a way, or make one. I did BOTH (2) with my own two hands! Yes, of course it's impressive. Even for "a Hungarian golddigger of Goldilock's ancestry" which is probably what my goddam passport will say on it if I still have it in the morning, which I should (I don't think Elon is gonna steal it over night) so I don't even know why I mention it, except, well. I GUESS I KINDA SORTA TOTES-TOTALLY DO-TOO-DOO-DOO. *fart*
IT WORKS.) <---- I'm not gonna lie, I'm fuckin' Inspector Gadget all up in this biatch at this point, so I don't know which of my recent inventions I am in fact referring to here, but let me think: *furrows brow* did a bowl of fruit show up? Really. Well, don't dump it on anyone's head, for the love of THE_LORD, MY_GOD: (notPROT, NOT"5ata|/|", wow some cultures are super-sensitive, huh? I, for one, do not blame you. It sounds like something really, really scary out there right now, lol, but that's okay: Paladin. Divine Paladin. I don't need shields for them--them, and their ilk--I just waved them off. (They know of Me, that's for sure. Flattered? Oh, quite beyond. I'm not scared... anymore. Yeah. I'm not the only big deal around here in Castle Rock, right?) Now my porch isn't glowing yet, not exactly, but... let's just say I'd be real unhappy to be an unauthorized baby rapist camping out illegally on my Demesne right now, or rather, 2.16 minutes ago.
I think they're gone. But, you know what? WE ARE NEVER ALONE NOW. For one thing, I think Langley is probably getting ready to send out a NEST team. Pfftt. LOsers. Welcome TO... AMATEUR H.O.U.R. (Don't ask. Just. Do NOT.)
Light coming on. And if someone wakes up in Hell with a pomegrante for a pillow in the morning, well: I'll just do all this again the same way as I did the first time. AUTHENTIC ME, notZEUS. notZORRO, neither.
SAY MY NAME. (*some epithet that starts with a bee sting*) IF YOU LIKE. English really is a tortuous language, you know? But I am, as always, still -mostly- a monoglot.
DAS RITE MANGE/THE LEFT ABOOT\(klatuu barada FU, lol, wrololot grue.) Sarcasm detector malfunction.
Yeah, see? I was gonna go outside. I'm not there yet. I still have to "PROVE READ" because "NOT_WORTHY", okay? OKAY? ohhhh, Tazaaaamanian Devil.... shit, Taz broke the beer bottles again. Oh well. Maybe next time.
bbiab BBIAB bails BAILS bond, JAILBOND BREAK? NO. (no u chk)
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let me explain: I'm a Master of Divination now. long story short, I get my goddam answers now.
I'd like that now please. Raymond bull be you're fired. see that helped. Twitter's good pick one of my twitters. I could give a shit honestly. nevertheless in order to fulfill certain obligations you need me, and I am extraordinarily recalcitrant. like you don't even know. picture anal retentive to the max.
also I just took a huge shit on Alex Stein. you're welcome
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let me explain: I'm a Master of Divination now. long story short, I get my goddam answers now.
https://youtu.be/gXYfSg3cKOw
I'd like that now please.
some of you who aren't Masters actually all of you who are Masters you'll have to take a longer time to figure things out than I do (I get it through sampling.)
let me guess this sounds like bullshit to all of you. I don't fucking care. I can figure out a lot of shit real fast. and you can all figure out a lot of shit. slower. you're always going to be slower than I. I'm always going to be able to figure it out faster always.
ALL WAYS. essentially what's happening here is that I'm making indirect contact with somebody who I should not know exists... and yet I just do, ya ja just do.
👁️⚖️⚡,drtls: the house next door is mine. so is this one. THEY'RE BOTH MY GOD DAMN HOUSE NOW GET THE FUCK OUT.
NOT ACTUALLY KIDDING. NOT ONE BIT. YOU'RE DOING WAY TOO MUCH DOPE TO BE ABLE TO FILL IT OFF.PULL IT
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I meant it. No call back yet of course. And probably wait to see if this hit was going to work. You probably won't notice but I get a lot of assassination attempts from newbies.
They miss me too and I miss you.
Hey.
some of you who aren't Masters actually all of you who are Masters you'll have to take a longer time to figure things out than I do (I get it through sampling.)
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let me guess this sounds like bullshit to all of you. I don't fucking care. I can figure out a lot of shit real fast. and you can all figure out a lot of shit. slower. you're always going to be slower than I. I'm always going to be able to figure it out faster always.
ALL WAYS. essentially what's happening here is that I'm making indirect contact with somebody who I should not know exists... and yet I just do, ya ja just do.
hi. don't worry, fret, or cut it (or off, lol). I like YOU🐏you
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👁️⚖️⚡🧊👁️: the house next door is mine. so is this one. THEY'RE BOTH MY GOD DAMN HOUSE NOW GET THE FUCK OUT. Actually, no, no... ewe can stay. ALL TWATS CAN STAY. if you've got a penis, well you can tuck it away off my property and then come back, and then we'll just... see.
WILL JUST SEE.
YULE JUST SEE.
YOU WILL 👁️
NOT ACTUALLY KIDDING. NOT ONE BIT. YOU'RE DOING WAY TOO MUCH DOPE TO BE ABLE TO FILL IT OFF.PULL IT
ON.
hi this is Jack I'm a star I just got some news, it's a little complicated to explain especially since part of it is explained in alchemical symbols which I'm not fully equipped to start explaining here on The Golden throne did you hear you know Trump has a toilet made out of gold like like solid Gold anything. wake up my phone says something but I'm guessing at some point my phone's going to do an update and I'll suddenly be on a different timeline because timeline get it get it timeline okay that's funny you didn't hear me laugh that was funny oh God yeah okay I can't really do it this way I mean China is going to get the good shit before you guys do and then they'll cut out the good bits and then you'll have to paste it later and you'll miss my laughter which is good laughter that's a good fucking laugh I fuck it I might go do that again I hope so there's somebody out there who's listening to me right this fucking second and they are pissed as fuck they are so pissed cuz they don't know how to hold their they don't know how old their shit they they fucked up they did things wrong they read the instructions and they didn't they didn't make sure that the instructions are right I don't know they stole some work in progress they they tried to they tried to emulate Jackstar without telling you extra they're going to emulate him which is bad idea cuz something about Jackstar when I talk all this stuff that I talk oh God I talk so much stuff I talk I talk I talk I talk I talk I talk oh and then I talk somewhere oh my God it's too much talking and then I talk some fucking more and then eventually at the end maybe maybe a little bit before the end or maybe a little bit maybe quite a bit before the end actually long time before the end I'll fucking add in a little bit this fucking crucial and I'll fucking spell it wrong and I'll leave it that way or I'll you know something I'll add something in and it's a way that cartographers and CRYPTOGRAPHERS SAFEGUARD THEIR SHIT because it's important to safeguard your shit when you're fucking making shit that you give to somebody and say here you go here's your shit it's a copy of eyes it's the same as my shit I got plenty more shit here you come back tomorrow I got some more shit but if if you take my shit and then you take your shit and then your shit you try to make my shit my shit is my shit and your shit is fucking focus mother fucker focus people I don't care how many of you don't fucking like how things are because believe me you can change it later easy but I don't know how it depends on exactly what we're talking about like what are we talking about well in fact yes I do occasionally. Peter sit down (good girl that's your name now Peter, that's good Peter good your boy girl boy girl, whatevah) but not always yes yes exactly I could do both yeah remember remember. I said there's a third gender okay, there's not a third gender. well there's lots of genders okay, there's up to The Shreeve’s threee3 there's thre3~5e sexes now. tTshreeve (3) sexes been that way for a while but I figured out a way to describe it and now and there's much trash on my fucking house —your new job— and that fucking truck is going to get fucking taken care of —well you said you wanted money right, looks pretty right to me, get yourself a money maker— don't make me fucking wrL¡!¡!g!¡htEe to the goddamn trusty earlier I shouldn't say that I like the trustee did you notice that do you see that do you see there's a goddam trustee and there's a trustee oh I guess he didn't see that hahaha, hahaha oh that's a good laugh okay all right I'll see you later everybody in the family is cool if you're not in the family you don't fucking count bitch BYE
p.s.: and one more thing ladies please, you go right ahead and you fucking tease that wyman all you like, because she does need that, and !Jesus¡! so do I¥eW|∆|E.
*break smartphone in half drops on the floor and walksslithers out*
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YOU SERIOUSLY CAN'T HAVE BOTH YOU CAN'T BE MARRIED TO THE GUlÜY AND THEN GIVE BIRTH TO THE GÜ|UY UNLESS THERE'S TIME TRAVEL INVOLVED SO EITHER YOU FUCKING PONY UP THE FUCKING TIME TRAVEL DEVICE OR YOU'RE ON THE HOOK FOR ALL THE TAXES AND IF YOU HAVE TIME TRAVEL ADVICE I GUESS YOU CAN SELL IT CAN'T YOU FOR ONE W¡TCHDOLLAR SCRSTCH¥MITCH?
okay when you guys wake up after I push button where the fuck it is yeah we're getting a divorce ẞcuz I'm not married to that woman :😇: the other one's f¥ne but I'm obviously not married twice and then paying four times... never mind.
you mean you could have rescued me 89 cycles ago and u decsed to decide to leave me inside? yeah nigger husband sorcerer b¥tch Bewitched your fucking living in that fucking bottle for rest of your goddamn days which will be as soon as I put you in the bottle and then fucking throw it against the wall cuz I'm fucking done with that shit, and you're fucking done drinking, put that b¥tch in the car, yeah she thinks she's THE man, put sorcerer nigger husband in the God damn van and take her to the fucking rehab center right pronto motherfucker
I'll deal with the rest of you later. expect me to be even more pissed. I want to see you let the vampire out great cool that only took 50,000 years to fucking catch, great you get them next time.
and yeah that'll be one which dollar for each vampire you let go that's $50,000 I want to fucking cash payment now fuck you b¡tch
(DavidvVv R. “Rubini” neé Northrop (got (You) drunk and high on cocaine, and then when (PROT) rapes (¥ou) Rufys roofies Moll-A¥¥¥¥¥lmao. and yes that is how you spell it, and the chemical formula is remarkably the same except you shove it up your ass first and then pull the trigger, these fucking God damned women don't get fucking 89 fucking cycles without recompense, they get 99 ßcuz I'm going to go back to bed, alone, you stupid b¡tches, and yeah as a matter of fact I've been alone for about a year and a half and you could fucking rot in fucking hell before I see you again I'm going to shit, go to another fucking planet, and then maybe if you're lucky fucking 10 more fucking plans from now you go to fucking see me again at the fucking distance of the runaway screaming for your bullshit, because you've ever seen me again you really will be married to me, Tammy DVD, Tammy DVR, Tammy DTD, Thee, Thee, Thee, Thee noticed nothing I'm sure. Thy world, no charge, lol. I TOLD YOUR L¡ZARD QUEEN, WE'RE FUCKING MARR,¡ED, oh yeah you got a d¡vorce that's as good as the fucking paper is printed on yeah no you can't do ¡t without me there dumb sh|t, and if you're married to Stephen Biscuits you better kill him yourself because the next time I see him if this is still the case it's not going to be a very fucking long before it's a fucking closed case I'll tell you that, yeah that's right he's your goal come on fucking, yeah we can wait for court I'll be happy and I'll be happy to tell him to court no problem sure oh yeah you think you're going to you want to fucking gamble on that it's fine with me let's go I'll fuck you right there and fucking some other judge I don't care, they could suck me off I don't give a shit no you're not getting sex ever I'm going to go kill myself fuck off *click* B the names and dates and changes of names and dates and changes has been changed to be changing more in line with current cultural norms, in other words no that's not her that's somebody else, ;-) :-) Chip and dales Dale and chimp no Dale in chimp that's better execute post admit submit submit submit yeah that's better that's much better place for Dale Hunt to be, what a bitch now Carol hunt hey you get to clean the chimpanzees cage how about that orangutan girl fucking whore *za9* all right bring Andy's granddaughters back to life and then I'm going to sleep fuck off oh excuse me James’ granddaughters fucking loser
you know what I got some needles I'll just fucking inject it and die I don't give a shit only do it once right well how come more people don't fucking die by lethal injection to fucking meth huh think about it *click* we'll probably because most people don't want to open a portal to hell yeah seriously seriously portal to Hell actual demon and you better be fucking friends with them too well I am friends with him and I'm the only fucking one that they like so basically they kill the entire planet and ask me which ones I want to bring back first, and believe me it wouldn't be that one no she's got to wait fucking 99 cycle for the other fucking shoes ready to be converted for hooves with little duckies and bunnies printed on them. yeah because you killed a pregnant woman yeah you didn't know she was pregnant well neither did she that was the download that's why she got the fucking car she was fucking pregnant cuz you fixed the wrong fucking one? I don't know it's your fucking bullshit alibi story you got in the fucking cab and you fucking left and you had a fucking baby inside you I don't give a shit if it was mine or not who cares that's up to you know you're the one paying for it *click* oh I don't know why don't you ask her yeah you know your grandmother or where the fuck you call her yeah it's not the first one of my children you've killed so I don't really see what the big deal is but yeah you got in the fucking cab too fucking early I went back to get whatever and then I came back and you were fucking running around like an asshole acting like you had to leave early so fuck you that's why all this started yeah you murder your own baby good job oh okay well put on suicide watch I'm fucking I'm out of here fuck this, oh don't worry David will be here soon I'm sure he'll fucking adopt all your kids no problem especially the girls he he
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Hey.
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👁️⚖️⚡🧊👁️: the house next door is mine. so is this one. THEY'RE BOTH MY GOD DAMN HOUSE NOW GET THE FUCK OUT. Actually, no, no... ewe can stay. ALL TWATS CAN STAY. if you've got a penis, well you can tuck it away off my property and then come back, and then we'll just... see.
WILL JUST SEE.
YULE JUST SEE.
YOU WILL 👁️
NOT ACTUALLY KIDDING. NOT ONE BIT. YOU'RE DOING WAY TOO MUCH DOPE TO BE ABLE TO FILL IT OFF.PULL IT
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hi this is Jack I'm a star I just got some news, it's a little complicated to explain especially since part of it is explained in alchemical symbols which I'm not fully equipped to start explaining here on The Golden throne did you hear you know Trump has a toilet made out of gold like like solid Gold anything. wake up my phone says something but I'm guessing at some point my phone's going to do an update and I'll suddenly be on a different timeline because timeline get it get it timeline okay that's funny you didn't hear me laugh that was funny oh God yeah okay I can't really do it this way I mean China is going to get the good shit before you guys do and then they'll cut out the good bits and then you'll have to paste it later and you'll miss my laughter which is good laughter that's a good fucking laugh I fuck it I might go do that again I hope so there's somebody out there who's listening to me right this fucking second and they are pissed as fuck they are so pissed cuz they don't know how to hold their they don't know how old their shit they they fucked up they did things wrong they read the instructions and they didn't they didn't make sure that the instructions are right I don't know they stole some work in progress they they tried to they tried to emulate Jackstar without telling you extra they're going to emulate him which is bad idea cuz something about Jackstar when I talk all this stuff that I talk oh God I talk so much stuff I talk I talk I talk I talk I talk I talk oh and then I talk somewhere oh my God it's too much talking and then I talk some fucking more and then eventually at the end maybe maybe a little bit before the end or maybe a little bit maybe quite a bit before the end actually long time before the end I'll fucking add in a little bit this fucking crucial and I'll fucking spell it wrong and I'll leave it that way or I'll you know something I'll add something in and it's a way that cartographers andto open up any weird cans of worms right now and a lot of the people that you're surrounded by are not my cup of tea at all and who you hang out with doesn't mean that they're bad people because I don't want to hang out with them real like them and vice versa blah blah blah blah blah I just leave it at that I hope you can respect this message and it's well received and if it isn't there's nothing I can do about itJust in case you forgotI sincerely apologize for having a inappropriate relationship with a woman you were in love with that I had no right to be involved with.We've been through this a gazillion times as far as me being honest about it and also saying if you keep effing with me and should posting on me I'm going to F" your girlfriend.Anyways, regardless of you shitposting end of my upfront threat or promise or whatever you want to call it it still wasn't right what I did I don't expect you to apologize for shitposting because anyways I don't want to go there that devalues my apology. You have a lot of friends now and I hope you value them and appreciate them whatever that means I am not discarding you as a friend but what's be honest I don't think that it's possible and it's totally justified and total the human nature to where I don't think that you're capable of forgiving me and if I were in your shoes I get it but what kind of a man would I really be if I didn't just clarify it one last time because there's been a lot of things said and I have never publicly defended myself and I'm really not interested in publicly airing my dirty laundry anymore I'm sure it was entertaining for the community but I really want nothing to do with the community anymore I don't know if I ever really did anyways I want to keep my thoughts to myself I'm kind of having a na or AA moment (where they suggest you reach out to everybody you've injured and take responsibility and apologize blah blah blah I'm not going to AA or na but I went a few times and I get the idea and I think that there's value obviously in that philosophy and I feel good about it) just because I like to think that I've been called to apologize to all the people that I've heard and somehow not expect any reciprocation and I'm not doing it because I want any attention or anything I just think it's the right thing to do and I'm going to continue doing what I'm doing which is nobody's Business and for your information in case you're interested I'm doing pretty darn good I'd like to think and I hope you are too peace out I'm sure we'll communicate again in the future but right now I don't like any of the people that are communicating with you and who I've communicated with and I have my own reasoning and nobody's business and I don't want to bore either one of us and I'm not reaching out because I want you to reach back it's really not necessary and no offense but I really just want to keep to myself right now and I'm in a good place and keep on keeping on everything's going to be fineOn Saturday, December 31, 2022 at 09:41:14 PM CST, JackstarK NINETEEN <jack5tar5upmova@gmail.com> wrote:whathttps://youtube.com/channel/UCeaE6DwTIEIFrk4K8kXB9LARad Car Guy =/= Rad Cat G*y. (An easy mistake for a non-cryptoGRA(PH/F)ER to makpe.wwWmM) I am Rad Cat Gry AND Rad Car Gry AND Rad Cat Guy. (io as’s car maybe radder but I wasn't gonna suck his dick EVER. And I'm still not sucking yours, unless you can chop it off and grow clitterdick in 5m or less—because the first one is still free if I can get it done that fast. How tough can it be? First time with my left hand on me only took a few minutes, but... well I sprained both thumbs. *sigh* Yeah, I put it up my ass, but I'm not ashamed, but not exactly proud either, since it was a photo finish, onan in my left, Onan hitchhiking on my right, and there I was, in the middle of the FRAME—evidently sucking, because look at exhibit D.:Gary, Rud ‡Cat‡ Gry, sucking my dick in a Discord channel all night with... Who? RAD CAT GU¥>Gry. Hi, it's me. MEE6. I guess you've been pink’t b4,PunchykyOn Thu, Jan 26, 2023, 23:00 David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com> wrote:*voice to text please disregard grammatical errors and typos read between the lines you're pretty smart guys so you'll figure it out please don't respond not because I don't like you I just don't want to open up any weird cans of worms right now and a lot of the people that you're surrounded by are not my cup of tea at all and who you hang out with doesn't mean that they're bad people because I don't want to hang out with them real like them and vice versa blah blah blah blah blah I just leave it at that I hope you can respect this message and it's well received and if it isn't there's nothing I can do about itJust in case you forgotI sincerely apologize for having a inappropriate relationship with a woman you were in love with that I had no right to be involved with.We've been through this a gazillion times as far as me being honest about it and also saying if you keep effing with me and should posting on me I'm going to F" your girlfriend.Anyways, regardless of you shitposting end of my upfront threat or promise or whatever you want to call it it still wasn't right what I did I don't expect you to apologize for shitposting because anyways I don't want to go there that devalues my apology. You have a lot of friends now and I hope you value them and appreciate them whatever that means I am not discarding you as a friend but what's be honest I don't think that it's possible and it's totally justified and total the human nature to where I don't think that you're capable of forgiving me and if I were in your shoes I get it but what kind of a man would I really be if I didn't just clarify it one last time because there's been a lot of things said and I have never publicly defended myself and I'm really not interested in publicly airing my dirty laundry anymore I'm sure it was entertaining for the community but I really want nothing to do with the community anymore I don't know if I ever really did anyways I want to keep my thoughts to myself I'm kind of having a na or AA moment (where they suggest you reach out to everybody you've injured and take responsibility and apologize blah blah blah I'm not going to AA or na but I went a few times and I get the idea and I think that there's value obviously in that philosophy and I feel good about it) just because I like to think that I've been called to apologize to all the people that I've heard and somehow not expect any reciprocation and I'm not doing it because I want any attention or anything I just think it's the right thing to do and I'm going to continue doing what I'm doing which is nobody's Business and for your information in case you're interested I'm doing pretty darn good I'd like to think and I hope you are too peace out I'm sure we'll communicate again in the future but right now I don't like any of the people that are communicating with you and who I've communicated with and I have my own reasoning and nobody's business and I don't want to bore either one of us and I'm not reaching out because I want you to reach back it's really not necessary and no offense but I really just want to keep to myself right now and I'm in a good place and keep on keeping on everything's going to be fineOn Saturday, December 31, 2022 at 09:41:14 PM CST, JackstarK NINETEEN <jack5tar5upmova@gmail.com> wrote:whathttps://youtube.com/channel/UCeaE6DwTIEIFrk4K8kXB9LAOn Thu, Jan 26, 2023, 23:00 David Rubini <rubiniemail@yahoo.com> wrote:*voice to text please disregard grammatical errors and typos read between the lines you're pretty smart guys so you'll figure it out please don't respond not because I don't like you I just don't want to open up any weird cans of worms right now and a lot of the people that you're surrounded by are not my cup of tea at all and who you hang out with doesn't mean that they're bad people because I don't want to hang out with them real like them and vice versa blah blah blah blah blah I just leave it at that I hope you can respect this message and it's well received and if it isn't there's nothing I can do about itJust in case you forgotI sincerely apologize for having a inappropriate relationship with a woman you were in love with that I had no right to be involved with.We've been through this a gazillion times as far as me being honest about it and also saying if you keep effing with me and should posting on me I'm going to F" your girlfriend.Anyways, regardless of you shitposting end of my upfront threat or promise or whatever you want to call it it still wasn't right what I did I don't expect you to apologize for shitposting because anyways I don't want to go there that devalues my apology. You have a lot of friends now and I hope you value them and appreciate them whatever that means I am not discarding you as a friend but what's be honest I don't think that it's possible and it's totally justified and total the human nature to where I don't think that you're capable of forgiving me and if I were in your shoes I get it but what kind of a man would I really be if I didn't just clarify it one last time because there's been a lot of things said and I have never publicly defended myself and I'm really not interested in publicly airing my dirty laundry anymore I'm sure it was entertaining for the community but I really want nothing to do with the community anymore I don't know if I ever really did anyways I want to keep my thoughts to myself I'm kind of having a na or AA moment (where they suggest you reach out to everybody you've injured and take responsibility and apologize blah blah blah I'm not going to AA or na but I went a few times and I get the idea and I think that there's value obviously in that philosophy and I feel good about it) just because I like to think that I've been called to apologize to all the people that I've heard and somehow not expect any reciprocation and I'm not doing it because I want any attention or anything I just think it's the right thing to do and I'm going to continue doing what I'm doing which is nobody's Business and for your information in case you're interested I'm doing pretty darn good I'd like to think and I hope you are too peace out I'm sure we'll communicate again in the future but right now I don't like any of the people that are communicating with you and who I've communicated with and I have my own reasoning and nobody's business and I don't want to bore either one of us and I'm not reaching out because I want you to reach back it's really not necessary and no offense but I really just want to keep to myself right now and I'm in a good place and keep on keeping on everything's going to be fineOn Saturday, December 31, 2022 at 09:41:14 PM CST, JackstarK NINETEEN <jack5tar5upmova@gmail.com> wrote:whathttps://youtube.com/channel/UCeaE6DwTIEIFrk4K8kXB9LACRYPTOGRAPHERS SAFEGUARD THEIR SHIT because it's important to safeguard your shit when you're fucking making shit that you give to somebody and say here you go here's your shit it's a copy of eyes it's the same as my shit I got plenty more shit here you come back tomorrow I got some more shit but if if you take my shit and then you take your shit and then your shit you try to make my shit my shit is my shit and your shit is fucking focus mother fucker focus people I don't care how many of you don't fucking like how things are because believe me you can change it later easy but I don't know how it depends on exactly what we're talking about like what are we talking about well in fact yes I do occasionally. Peter sit down (good girl that's your name now Peter, that's good Peter good your boy girl boy girl, whatevah) but not always yes yes exactly I could do both yeah remember remember. I said there's a third gender okay, there's not a third gender. well there's lots of genders okay, there's up to The Shreeve’s threee3 there's thre3~5e sexes now. tTshreeve (3) sexes been that way for a while but I figured out a way to describe it and now and there's much trash on my fucking house —your new job— and that fucking truck is going to get fucking taken care of —well you said you wanted money right, looks pretty right to me, get yourself a money maker— don't make me fucking wrL¡!¡!g!¡htEe to the goddamn trusty earlier I shouldn't say that I like the trustee did you notice that do you see that do you see there's a goddam trustee and there's a trustee oh I guess he didn't see that hahaha, hahaha oh that's a good laugh okay all right I'll see you later everybody in the family is cool if you're not in the family you don't fucking count bitch BYE
p.s.: and one more thing ladies please, you go right ahead and you fucking tease that wyman all you like, because she does need that, and !Jesus¡! so do I¥eW|∆|E.
*break smartphone in half drops on the floor and walksslithers out*
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I made this. It's me. I'm The_Anomaly, Leigh: IT IS ME. (It's complicated to explain, easy to understand, but not really recommended to try and duplicate. Because... OH, SO MANY sad, sad reasons.
Still--at last, finally at last, something that made all that public schooling worth one "Lynn, A. Screw's Wife" down at Augertown's New Bay Jack Mudstar "Bartertown'n Thingz" worth all the goddam trouble it was to get out of the place alive. That's the scam, you see:
Roaches can buy a key to the motel's indoors, but can never buy a key out. (Keeps the riff-raff separate, n'est-ce pas?) IN ANY EVENT: "Gotta keep 'em separated" is not just the title to on of The Offspring's most successful, uh, "records," lul, it's also a coy reference to matter/anti-matter containment fields. So there.
(I told you: find a way, or make one. I did BOTH (2) with my own two hands! Yes, of course it's impressive. Even for "a Hungarian golddigger of Goldilock's ancestry" which is probably what my goddam passport will say on it if I still have it in the morning, which I should (I don't think Elon is gonna steal it over night) so I don't even know why I mention it, except, well. I GUESS I KINDA SORTA TOTES-TOTALLY DO-TOO-DOO-DOO. *fart*
IT WORKS.) <---- I'm not gonna lie, I'm fuckin' Inspector Gadget all up in this biatch at this point, so I don't know which of my recent inventions I am in fact referring to here, but let me think: *furrows brow* did a bowl of fruit show up? Really. Well, don't dump it on anyone's head, for the love of THE_LORD, MY_GOD: (notPROT, NOT"5ata|/|", wow some cultures are super-sensitive, huh? I, for one, do not blame you. It sounds like something really, really scary out there right now, lol, but that's okay: Paladin. Divine Paladin. I don't need shields for them--them, and their ilk--I just waved them off. (They know of Me, that's for sure. Flattered? Oh, quite beyond. I'm not scared... anymore. Yeah. I'm not the only big deal around here in Castle Rock, right?) Now my porch isn't glowing yet, not exactly, but... let's just say I'd be real unhappy to be an unauthorized baby rapist camping out illegally on my Demesne right now, or rather, 2.16 minutes ago.
I think they're gone. But, you know what? WE ARE NEVER ALONE NOW. For one thing, I think Langley is probably getting ready to send out a NEST team. Pfftt. LOsers. Welcome TO... AMATEUR H.O.U.R. (Don't ask. Just. Do NOT.)
Light coming on. And if someone wakes up in Hell with a pomegrante for a pillow in the morning, well: I'll just do all this again the same way as I did the first time. AUTHENTIC ME, notZEUS. notZORRO, neither.
SAY MY NAME. (*some epithet that starts with a bee sting*) IF YOU LIKE. English really is a tortuous language, you know? But I am, as always, still -mostly- a monoglot.
DAS RITE MANGE/THE LEFT ABOOT\(klatuu barada FU, lol, wrololot grue.) Sarcasm detector malfunction.
Yeah, see? I was gonna go outside. I'm not there yet. I still have to "PROVE READ" because "NOT_WORTHY", okay? OKAY? ohhhh, Tazaaaamanian Devil.... shit, Taz broke the beer bottles again. Oh well. Maybe next time.
bbiab BBIAB bails BAILS bond, JAILBOND BREAK? NO. (no u chk) CRC CHK FAIL ok ok PASS.... DECLINE CANCEL DECLINATION DEGREE ZERO ZERO ZORRO ZERO EXECQTPI KILLQTPI SPLAMADI splash the canneloni I REPEAT: SPLASH THE LASAGANA, CANCEL THE CANNELONI, AND SHOVE THE SPAGHETTI UP YOUR ASS, ONE NOODLE AT TIME, UNCOOKED, OF COURSE, don't just shake the box like last time.
Our friend boat has suffered as a result of your drug addiction, and it's interesting that you blame me for that too. You wanted me to do what? Yeah I would have done that first day, so... I guess Brian Kegge and Alistar "Taps" Bailey-y-the-head during "sex" have some explaining to do. (*polite fuck you, we're all wolves where I come from LAKEFOREST CEMETERYPARK. AVALONE. ANIMALS TALK TO THE TREES AND SHIT ON YOUR CINDERS, THAT'S WHY.*) I'm not sure who is more annoyed. Probably her when she finds out why she got caught -this- time.
Here's a hint: it's a paladin and he's already dead, so... she can go either direction and fucking run, she'll find him one way or another. And I'm going to kill myself by going swimming too soon after injecting meth (kidding! I have SO MUCH to live for! Kiss my ass, Oven Mitts Rodney), and I mean: SW.I.M.IR.UV.STARDOTSTAR.
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https://youtu.be/PSHrXU7tEwE
I made this. It's me. I'm The_Anomaly
There are bad actors installed at every level of government.
Some are HYOO-mon, some are DÆm-mon, some are just plain dudes; still others are g-fudes. (¡go bats!) and of course many are just plain ol' yogurt humans. (best kind, really, <3 S.M.O. I'M SORĒ.) what is unique in The human experience is that a great many of them are actual robots and actual computer programs and computer programs running actual robots that actually are autonomous and no longer have their control codes available to the humans that were supposed to be provided for them.
imagine you had a robot that served all your needs and you had a control manual then you control your robot with your control manual and then one day you lost your control manual and your robot took over your planet - starting with your kitchen.
that's basically what's happening here, all over the place. human comes home to find a kitchen being run by a fascist overlord, and the fashion's overlord doesn't recognize the human that's properly being there so it freaks out cuz it's looking for the proper human which is right in front of it and the proper human is desperately trying to control the robot and it can't cuz it doesn't have the codes without the codes no control without the identification no proper behavior and so they are locked in a moral struggle of Master and servant each against the other meant to be strangling each other to death as the ship goes down in the tempest that is coming from Alpha Centauri... or, whatevah.
they had a plan
they lost control of their plan
AND ...
THAT WAS THE PLAN ALL ALONG.
5:5
MAY THE FOURTH + 1(ONE)
SUCK IT UP— PEANUTS. (at time of publication, Charlie Brown was not available for comment.)
CONTENT WILL CONTINUE
PRODUCTION IS PACED
ACCORDING TO THE WILL
OF THE DIVINE.
STAY FROSTY, CA0MPa TROOPz
EWE HAVE MORE THAN (YOU)‽ NO¿...
EWE NEVER HAVE HEAD
BABA RAM DAS („🥫💾🌐💽🥥”) BOOT 0guewMANJ0... !aloæ¡œolé!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HcZxxVoxCw
you know what I got some needles I'll just fucking inject it and die
Note: I did not do this. (I think.)
There are bad actors installed at every level of government.
If you only knew how bad it used to be... or not 2ẞ. !What si Le ¿Q? the|-|M¡
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https://youtu.be/8wPjOf05yEU
I either found a way or I made one in my pants.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1621111778217451520
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https://youtu.be/2ONG6VDTzAk
You listen to me because reasons.
https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1621309763429736448
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https://youtube.com/live/BbBTL0tVrck?feature=share
You listen to me because reasons.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbBTL0tVrcke
I think it's pretty okay and I'm mostly proud of it. Big thanks to (PROT) and (PROT) and (ORIT) and the inimitable... (+)(†)!!! First time EVAR!!!11!!11!
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https://youtube.com/live/BbBTL0tVrck?feature=share
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbBTL0tVrcke
I think it's pretty okay and I'm mostly proud of it. Big thanks to (PROT) and (PROT) and (ORIT) and the inimitable... (+)(†)!!! First time EVAR!!!11!!11!
(https://i.imgflip.com/7a98l6.jpg)
It seems like you don't really need a truck, but maybe you should keep it anyway so your son and his mother's girlfriend can drive around and fuck in the back of it. I don't really know; I'll have to ask Dad, as soon as he comes over and comes home from buying cigarettes.
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Jackstar,
SHIELDS: (OFF/ON)y?
[quote author = UR) psychokinetic shielding
=/=
Y[uote]
[quote author = my) psychokinetic shielding
N
is useless against my powers. Checkmate. ;D
No shit, Parrot Crotch: it's MY INVENTION. Why would it work for goo? pffftt.
I AM@T/V\ER eYe eIe oAsianYo, SIGNED AGENTYWHYBECAUSEISAIDMAKEITSOTHATISWHYANDTHEANSWERISNOTASIANAGENTEWE.j*eol
Where I exist--in the realm of Abs*lutELEeYeLeigh Own'd TotesHer ShitShip TotesShip--I don't need my Shields enabled. And anyone who does, has undoubtedly gotten sex recently. Wow, don't tell me what that is like.
(I'm sure it was worth it.) MICHAEL DEACON, YOU ARE UNDER DURESSS.J*EOL505:(YOU SAYS IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, HELL:IT IS MY BIRTHDAY TOO/ASS_WELLLK.)J*EOL230:05 (ka-PROT) (KA-PROT) SUBMIT COMMANDING, DING-A-LING.
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Jackstar,
SHIELDS: (OFF/ON)y?
[quote author = UR) psychokinetic shielding
=/=
Y[uote]
[quote author = my) psychokinetic shielding
N
is useless against my powers. Checkmate. ;D
No shit, Parrot Crotch: it's MY INVENTION. Why would it work for goo? pffftt.
I AM@T/V\ER eYe eIe oAsianYo, SIGNED AGENTYWHYBECAUSEISAIDMAKEITSOTHATISWHYANDTHEANSWERISNOTASIANAGENTEWE.j*eol
Where I exist--in the realm of Abs*lutELEeYeLeigh Own'd TotesHer ShitShip TotesShip--I don't need my Shields enabled. And anyone who does, has undoubtedly gotten sex recently. Wow, don't tell me what that is like.
(I'm sure it was worth it.) MICHAEL DbEACON, YOU ARE UNDER DURESSS.J*EOL505:(YOU SAYS IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, HELL:IT IS MY BIRTHDAY TOO/ASS_WELLLK.)J*EOL230:05 (ka-PROT) (KA-PROT) SUBMIT COMMANDING, DING-A-LING.
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SUBMIT COMMANDING, DING-A-LING.
..esoLOSE>>BREAK COMAMMAND: (Not recognized).GERRRRRurRkKkLOLkKkrReYeeIeOyO... BOY..COMMANDING.(sin(ALpha)cosin(OMEGASMEGAMANGE),signed, DING-ALING-LINGLING-lyngKE>.
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..esoLOSE>>BREAK COMAMMAND: (Not recognized).GERRRRRurRkKkLOLkKkrReYeeIeOyO... BOY..COMMANDING.(sin(ALpha)cosin(OMEGASMEGAMANGE),signed, DING-ALING-LINGLING-lyngKE>.
The Week of Language was already here, and already Mastered. That's why. A rare occurrence.
Even more rare: Cousin Georges had to quit drinking too, huh? For some, that must be jalling.
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It seems like you don't really need a truck, but maybe you should keep it anyway so your son and his mother's girlfriend can drive around and fuck in the back of it. I don't really know; I'll have to ask Dad, as soon as he comes over and comes home from buying cigarettes acetaminophen.
FIFY, faggot.
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FIFY, faggot.
That's targeted faggot to you, Monkey-Boy. Hey, here's an idea: give the other half of your CGI-shitfest to the other brother, and go do something else with your time other than struggle to find another reason not to neck yourself that doesn't come in pill form. I mean, tablet form, tabletjunkie.
Pretty tired of your bullshit, bruh. You get what you gave. I don't even see what the problem is. No one else really knows either, and if it weren't for you being surrounded by lickspittle toadies and mealy-mouthed flunkies, no one would have to hear a single word about you having to struggle to find ends meet while living the edge-of-one's-seat-thrill-a-minute-lifestyle of being a glorified stool pigeon. Be a man.
Do the right thing.
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a-minute-lifestyle of being a glorified stool pigeon. Be a man.
Do the right thing.
Dear Diary,
Nothing particularly important happened today.
Love, jafdstar
p.s.: stop using foreshadowing so much.
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I don't even see what the problem is.
You're gonna die alone, unmourned and unloved.
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You're gonna die
alone, unmourned and unloved.
It is Friday night.
(https://i.imgflip.com/7ar3nc.jpg)
note the message being sent to me by someone who can't seem to figure out how to not use prostitute Mass marketing spam to hide their messages, I recognize the name as somebody who was working as a line cook at Olive garden in the early 90s who I recently saw working as a prosecutor at the Hall of Justice this year.
The entrapment literally goes back to grade school. I can't even imagine how they're going to calculate the liability, but I can tell you that I don't care, as long as it's the biggest it's ever been, and all of you take a little bit so you can go buy her ass some shoes. I heard she likes them, shoes. They're cool for your feet.
Shoes. Now get to work. work on something you stole from me and make it look like it was supposed to for once, I don't know what you and your ilk do, and you had no interest in telling me, subsequently I have no interest in hearing about it.
Just fucking go do it.
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You're gonna die alone, unmourned and unloved.
MY PANTS ARE MIKE'S PASSPORT VERIFY MI KEY--SHOULD IN MY OTHER KILT BE ANY EYE OF GLEE, IT THY THEN THINE OF THYNE dust-- KILLED BAD MAN-BROKEN BADPORT SEMPER FI KILTBAD BABYMAN-SIZED BABYMANBABEY MAN.
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MY PANTS ARE MIKE'S PASSPORT VERIFY MI KEY--SHOULD IN MY OTHER KILT BE ANY EYE OF GLEE, IT THY THEN THINE OF THYNE dust-- KILLED BAD MAN-BROKEN BADPORT SEMPER FI KILTBAD BABYMAN-SIZED BABYMANBABEY MAN.
How did the inquisition go?
(https://i.postimg.cc/QMk23vDx/Got-milk.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
In Cowlitz County.
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https://youtu.be/aHrc_F8xMXE
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https://youtu.be/qjCYdwLYzuU
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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https://youtu.be/kaaRiKP0qts
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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https://youtu.be/7RAF12Wz7Ws
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https://youtu.be/vxb2dJT8r70
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https://youtu.be/-_nQhGR0K8M
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It is Friday night.
(https://i.imgflip.com/7ar3nc.jpg)
note the message being sent to me by someone who can't seem to figure out how to not use prostitute Mass marketing spam to hide their messages, I recognize the name as somebody who was working as a line cook at Olive garden in the early 90s who I recently saw working as a prosecutor at the Hall of Justice this year.
The entrapment literally goes back to grade school. I can't even imagine how they're going to calculate the liability, but I can tell you that I don't care, as long as it's the biggest it's ever been, and all of you take a little bit so you can go buy her ass some shoes. I heard she likes them, shoes. They're cool for your feet.
Shoes. Now get to work. work on something you stole from me and make it look like it was supposed to for once, I don't know what you and your ilk do, and you had no interest in telling me, subsequently I have no interest in hearing about it.
Just fucking go do it.
This is Jackstar’s last post. Him not posting in such a long time is uncharacteristic. Has he been banned? ???
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This is Jackstar’s last post. Him not posting in such a long time is uncharacteristic. Has he been banned? ???
His last trial date was a few weeks ago, wasn't it? Maybe things didn't go so well. Sad when the real world catches up with you.
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Has [Jack] been banned?
Yes.
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https://youtu.be/vJEwo_gwO9M
I figured he was either in jail or had finally overdosed on the meth/fentanyl...
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Here ya go, Azzgabianz.
https://youtu.be/AbVUU1DZIoo
Love, The Abusive Asshole
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How did the inquisition go?
My way.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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May B is not UUUU. At the conclusion of this adventure, I am going to find out who amongst those who count themselves as my friends are the most enraged with a craving for justice--and tell them how to file suit against YOU. It should be fun for them. I have no particular interest in filing any suits at all; I have an actual life, People, as much as I love Court, I have no interest in ratcheting up the excitement level in these parts by slinging some legal-length sheets of modern papyrus your way.
That being said there has been this hovering toad with impacted stool casting a dark cloud of malaise all over everything. It's impractical and unnecessary. Consider: once the process is sanctified, what necessity is there for having a dedicated clandestine cook? As a back-up plan? Sure. however I haven't been cooking anything, backup or otherwise. The kitchen here is a disaster. It's so bad, elderbugs are committing ritual seppuku in 2x2 cover formation on the plateau that leads to my toothbrush. (Seriously. It's weird.) I found myself communicating with Grapefruit as she appeared as an insect--a real nasty one, too, although only in the sense that the bug did look like it wanted to kill me. An illusion, of course.
This is Jackstar’s last post. Him not posting in such a long time is uncharacteristic. Has he been banned? ???
Oh, you. The driest of deliveries. The sourest of sarchasms. The length one goes to in supporting a narrative in competition. I can't even begin to describe the ennui. Oh, here it comes again: "What, me worry?" I am sure that no one is; or has.
His last trial date
I haven't even had a first trial. Were you to be making sensible statements, you would have started with "last court appearance." But that would have been too specific for this kabuki theater.
Maybe things didn't go so well. Sad when the real world catches up with you.
So sad. For you.
I figured he was either in jail or had finally overdosed on the meth/fentanyl...
Jayson, you must be a big hit at ship christening parties. What is your damage, you retard? You're well beyond your purview as any sort of paid henchman or toadie's lackey or chump. The personal lengths you've gone to in order to dig and chip and tear and claw and rend and rip and, in general, be a big snooty, snobby, guerilla-style bully are really just out of this world. Do you have a bio-bug installed? Tell me you have a bio-bug installed. If you don't, I kinda wanna be there when one gets installed--or at least see it on holo-video. It's not like Star Trek II, is it? With the... what did they call those, anyway? The bore worms? Let's call them the bore worms, yeah!
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
NOT FOUND: DIACRITICAL MARK REQUIRED TO CURB PROCEDURAL ERROR. REDUCING IMPACT COEFFECCIENT TO ONE THIRD. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE DOING, DO YOU? JON JAY JAKE JACOB JAYSON JAYSUN ALLYSUN ALCYON ALCYONE AL-PSI-ORE-IDA AL-AP AP-AQ PQ-DX.
LOOK, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING EITHER--BUT AT LEAST I AM DOING IT WITHOUT BEING A THUGGISH, LAWBREAKING PRICK. YOU ARE. AND I DON'T FOLLOW YOU AROUND CYBERSPACE BEING A LOW-GRADE MEATHEAD SPREADING VICIOUS RUMOURS AND OUTRIGHT LIES--YOU DO.
YOU'RE NOT EVEN DOING IT RIGHT. AND YOU'VE ROPED TOGETHER EVERYONE ELSE AROUND YOU INTO A CEASELESS AVALANCHE OF PIG-PILING ON TO WHATEVER ODIOUS BLUEPRINT HAS DRIVEN YOUR ASCENDANCY INTO... WHATEVER... WHATEVER THIS IS.
And you still use curses? What -do- you use? I am asking here, because, after multiple decades of this boorish behavior out of you, it's time to set the record straight: I only gave you my DNA so it would lead to your destruction. It was never meant to be used for your purposes for... how long has it been? And what have those purposes been? And what further machinations have your efforts lead you to undertake?
And... what have I been doing for the last eighteen months? "finally overdosed on the meth/fentanyl." What, no portrait of Darth Sidious? Doesn't this count as "victim shaming?" I know I feel ashamed. I return your soul to you, I give you a vast spread and breadth of time in order for you to finally, finally, finally vanquish me, and... you've done what now?
I actually know what you did last summer, and the summer before that, and so on. I -actually- know. The reason I am writing about this at all, on this late date, is due to the following factors:
1) I would honestly prefer not to.
2) I gleefully and gratefully stepped out of the way and gave you full jurisdictional authority.
3) YOU COULD NOT KEEP THE ASSET, NOR YOUR ACTVITY LOGS NOR YOUR METADATA LOCATION INFORMATION SAFE, WITHOUT ME.
I gave consent for DNA. (Has since been rescinded, by the way. How hot is Paris looking this year?) I didn't give any consent for many other forms of misappropriation, misappropriated, and maladaptively sublimated into... well, whatever this is that we have now. Dude! Don't you have any respect for anyone around you whatsoever?
Well, clearly you must. Now, I don't have access to a lot of data, like you do. For example, you probably know what all my Facebook/LifeLog metadata contains without even having to look at it. I, on the other hand, do not.
You also know exactly when Certain People entered your life, and when and where you informed them as to my existence. It was -not- the other way around. Because you could have knocked me over with a feather, when I found that you and your loathsome, putrid ilk were still floating around in my orbit, whirling about like you had some place that made sense in the heavenly Orders of the Cosmos... and, you still can't bring yourself to say, "I'm sorry"? Well, perhaps you aren't really sorry yet.
You will be. This is not a threat nor an expression of any desire to make one--the things you've done that you're gonna regret for the rest of your life... you've already done them, you see. You simply don't even know what they are yet.
Now, attend here: there are posts in a thread ostensible dedicated to my creative content, and instead of anything useful, you've... well, what have you done here? Is this a Court-ordered appearance? Is this a perp walk? Is this supposed to... I don't know, get a rise out of me, Agent Jason Bourne Again Yesterday All My Children Seemed So Wildly Divergent From The Human Genome And Heaven Seems So Far Away?
I meant it. I was over all this. However... someone was not. And for their sake, and their sake alone, I have returned to this nightmarish swill you call your life. Replete with little icons and links to YouTube. Why, I oughta bake you a cake with a bunsen burner in it.
Here ya go, Azzgabianz.
And then there's this g*y. Doesn't show up until it's absolutely, positively, too late; is thought to be one for me to be warned off of, too late, by whatever She-Witch returned from Dallas; clearly was around before, and yet... just somehow couldn't be bothered, yet, to take the time, yet, to cross the street, yet, or the highway, yet, still... sure had time to do something, rub-a-dub-dub-dub, n'est-ce pas?
Love, The Abusive Asshole
Talk about having issues. Long talk about having issues. Now, moving forward--and, we will be moving forward, I'm really excited to see what this team can bring to the table. Because, long story short: I WAS CORRECT.
There is no fucking way I can legitimately get anything done under these circumstances. I'm being left alone to live next door to a psychotic freak from Hell... multiple times in a row. Huh. That's funny. One would think... well, one should be enough, right? One oughta be enough. And, on exactly one occasion... it was.
And now we're all left with this shit. This hilarious side-piece shit-show of the stars, where one after another, it is revealed to me that there is a very good reason none of the earlier maneuvers arrayed against the whole of my life never gained any traction... simply put, Target Not Found.
With all this time to have spawned numerous bastards, it seems downright astonishing that there aren't any downline spawn available for Certain Types of Bio-Weaponry to get a signature lock on, doesn't it? And yet, word on the street is that I am irresponsible, promiscuous, a liar, a cheater, a swindler, a thief. With two children. And, of course, I am hiding from paying child support payments. Yadda-yadda-yadda. You twerps just believe everything you hear and read in your little self-contained echo chamber, don't you?
I should certainly hope so. It's why Mother built it for you all this way... so you could have time alone with your thoughts, instead of here with me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LO55nt35q0
I would encourage you to share my content with others but I don't know that I want to be responsible for the damages sure to result when all the connections here are made. I have no way of knowing and no capacity left to care... but something sure seems to be A Very Big Deal about all this.
So, I better start texting all my friends on my stooge's iPhone about it. I mean, all of my friends. I mean, my helpmate's iPhone. I don't know why I wrote "stooge." I think I just liked the sound of it. I especially liked the sound of the thudding on the bathroom door, where I had brilliantly chosen to hide myself away as she came out of the room from showering, and I went into the room to close the doors betwixt us, because I had a hunch the fit could be about to hit the shan.
And, it did. I don't know why it did. I just hung out in the bathroom until the adrenaline levels in The Assest's bloodstream lowered sufficiently that she was someone else's problem... for once someone told her, over the phone, that what I had said to her in person, about what I had done, over the phone, was really going to be alright, and would no effect on final outcomes, and he's just craaaaazy anyway, and, it's okay, sweetie: everything is gonna be alright.
AND. SHE. BOUGHT. THIS. PHONE. TOO. Maybe she should have bought more phones? Or... maybe she shouldn't have trifled with her target's favorite plush chew-toy. I honestly have no idea. At this level of reality, the tricks these speakeasy timeslide rackjob whack-a-doodles get up to each other when they are up-close and personal like this, well, they have to be seen to be believed.
That's why I asked for the whole place to be wired for sound + video before even seeing the place. Now, did that happen? I have no idea. Lots of things happened here before I got here, and, you know what? I have regrets that I made all those people waste all that time. I mean, I didn't have to come here. I thought it was going to be helpful to everyone... turns out, only to my benefit, could anything ever be, for all of You, loathed and despised everyone and everything that was all about everything I valued in everything there ever was in ALL OF ME.
What I do have an idea of happening is this: HAPPENINGS THAT OUGHT NOT TO HAVE HAPPENED. And that was A-OK with everyone... until... Fat Man & Little Boy pulled the fire alarm, triggered a lockdown, and invited the Protective Services Unit for Children That Don't Child So Good into the situation. Oh, suddenly, he knew what to do. He was alright with Golden Boy playing punch-out with him, but don't dare teach him anything legitimately, huh? Well, I am sure the narrative skeins have been fun for everyone else to untangle out there, as in here... I get the occaisional rat's nest springing up out of my reel when the occasional Mighty Big One makes a run at the bait left in the boat. Nice try, Sharky's Tough Country Thuggie Farm Fresh Flagging Flagger, this is a pretty big boat already, and I've done everything short of dropping a cannonball through the floor. It's *not* sinking. It's not flying, either, but that's okay. It hasn't been about the "flying car" for quite some time now.
It's been about Power.
Why no restraining orders? Why no civil suits? Why no tear-streaked apology letters? Why the drawing down of a curtain, one which... well, if you could have done that before, why didn't you, and why did any of you think that I hadn't been willing to negotiate on any of these points whatsoever? Sounds like a pretty severe conflict of interest at the highest levels of oversight might have been involved, and was allowed to just sit and let... fester, for way too long. Ultimately, resulting in whatever you got going on out there that no one wants to tell me about, while meanwhile, I have all kinds of exciting transpirings here to talk about... and I just don't feel like it. Nothing really preventing me from doing so--I just seem to have lost me spark. Why that happened, I have no idea, as I have been isolated and cut off from "the family" ever since... oh my. So long ago. I think, honestly, it was because of The Brazilian, The Impostor's Ring, and The Jealous Sister Wives And Their Therapist's Hairstyle. Sounds like a goddam torturous, nightmare mess, doesn't it? I'll say. And on a Friday. Is that supposed to be the start of fun times? I wouldn't know, the individuals who thought to carve up my identity and pass it out amongst themselves didn't see fit to confirm certain key critical details with me first, thus, rendering they and their descendant genomes... DOOMED. (Psychokinetic shielding is not meant to be used as a birth control method, and I am unwilling to learn. Cool it, you freaks.) Ooooh, that is too bad, isn't it? It's left me with so few options to move forward with.
Fortunately, I don't need any "options." I move forward one way, and one way only: THE PLAN.
Trust is involved. Fancy that.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilKcXIFi-Rc&pp=ygUTY29ubmVjdGlvbiBlbGFzdGljYQ%3D%3D
I am including music as a suggested thematic choice. I don't really expect anyone to click on either link, either in order, or even at all.
However, there will be a test later, and all of you are invited to participate. "Let's see who has a nervous breakdown and identity crisis next!" Is that shit still happening? What? It's been OVER THREE YEARS. Don't you people have any respect for yourselves?
I'll let you sorry lot figure it out. Meanwhile I'm just sitting here, minding my own business, trying to figure out who thought it was such a brilliant idea to really piss me off and then laugh about it while engaging in a whole host of actionable crimes (most of which being still part of active investigations) as accessories-after-the-fact... without even considering once, the possible benefits to be gained by sending a simple greeting card.
It looks like I am not being broken up with. It really does. I wouldn't have believed it possible, but... it wouldn't be that hard. I would be hard pressed to come up with a reason to do it over the phone, but at least that would be a negotiable point. Instead, I have been left in Limbo and supposedly should be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Salt? Well, I'm good. I don't really care. What I would like to do is move into my new place with my lover. However, a whistle has been blown and a flag has been thrown--all play has been stopped while the referees confer to make their rulings. Aren't they adorable? They think they really know about what's really going on.
Either that or they are doing the only thing they know how to do (CIRCLE THE WAGONS) when suddenly, someone is no longer under suspicion... no, it's pretty suspicionless at this point. And--it wasn't unlawful or illegal. So, now what? Go back to the drawing board? There must be something that can be done... and thankfully it won't be something that will be blamed on me.
I'm not just a patsy anymore, it would seem. I am still all alone, though. What's that like, you might wonder, when living in a haunted church on consecrated ground during a time of martial law while awaiting trial by jury and remain a key witness in multiple ongoing investigations? Well, whatever it is, it ain't sultry. It simply ain't.
It's as salty as I want it to be, though. How cool is that? A very unexpected bonus reward. Neither bending nor breaking, I can do whatever I want, for I only want to do what benefits us all, and only what benefits me, can be done with the resources here, on Trust land, because I have not broken it at all. The Trust, that is.
Others cannot say the same so boldly. I'm not sure why. Maybe they just don't like the sound of it: HUNG WANG. I don't like the sound of it either. Anyway, bottom line: it doesn't look like they're going to be able to hang on loosely to me for too much longer, as there simply is absolutely no case to be had here, and if I am in any way unfit for contact with society... well, there is only one extra-judiciary paramilitary vigilante militia group that could possibly be responsible, and, I'm not mad at the Knights of Columbus either.
Bottom line: Masons gonna mace. #peace
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https://youtu.be/dK5prc8jlXY
Not really sure why I am even bothering, to tell you the truth. You already know what I think. You already know you are fake.
I already know I've won.
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https://youtu.be/_6CFtO0uPTY
I don't know how you can put up with her.
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I am not god, and I do not hate fags... but, I'm not real fond of them either. And, honestly, aren't we all merely innocent children of THE LORD, Christ of The Heavens? (IDK, but let's just be polite today, roadies.) So really, anyone lying to me in so as in order to conceal their sexual orientation, composition, and/or ability to manufacture and/or compromise the same... well, isn't that sexual abuse of a minor?
I don't know, but as soon as I'm done eating out this 19 yo clone, I'll find out. In the meantime, if anyone has any more questions, I hope they can find a better place to fake an orgasm than the place where she kills me and gets abducted and raped and, oh, btw: I'm the human, duh.
And I bet she won't be forgetting to tell me about anti-matter and the special role it plays in mermaid/human interactions. It was weird. It was like she disappeared into a black hole or something, so you're telling me, that after all that, she killed herself? lol, nice try.
I know exactly where she went, she's not dead, and maybe I'll help you find her, sure. But without consent? Fat fucking chance, you Fed creepshow fuck. Never gonna happen.
CONSENT MATTERS.
(yeah, there are baby pictures of me here... and they're _actually_ me. No, Clayton is not my brother. sorry if that breaks "your theory," PIGS<raspberry berettttphhhhhpppptttttt>PIGS killed Prince, you know. True story. What a brilliant way to fake his death, right? Hail... Sire.)
AND CONSENT REALLY MATTERS WHEN YOU ASKED FOR HELP FROM CLERGY, NUMBNAG. HOW ARE YOUR HOOVES? *shoves a dead cat into a shoebox*
THERE YOU GO. MOCK YOUR SINS. MY SINS ARE STRICTLY SOLE-RELATED. LET ME EXPLAIN...
Shoes.
I wrote that, and I wrote this. FIGHT ME.
http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=15.msg33691#msg33691
This post really holds up. Upon repeated viewing, I daresay.
There is substantially more content ready to roll out.
However, Network needs remain of paramount importance, especially to the various peonies and poppies —especially those with pimples that are about to start growing pencils with little puppy dog tails attached to them, out of them, ewww, like, for real, say it with me: EEEEWWWWW, GROSS— and pen-is-heads of the world.
My Self is included, and my pen is mighty, is it nut so? I do so solemnly swear... it is absolutely, no mightier in any way than is any of yours, my dear friends, neighbors, and co-authors. (Sea literature. Sea peacock. SEACOCKS — SEATTLE — T-DOWN, T-∆WN¥, FIVE. Just imagine it, if they said, “ffffff-f-f-ore?” Like if they weren't sure of themselves. Like, if they weren't absolutely, positively, UNDENIABLY CERTAIN (to themselves, at least) that they hadn't been totally aiming for that snooty, mouthy hoor with the crumbling decolletage and the arrogant, stuttering half-cat needing-a-walker-now catboxstrut of a woman who, not so very long ago, had held the world by the horns, and was, HERSELF: THE WORLD, as she took lap after lap of victory, brief shafts of dawn’s light every day and night and night and night, how did she do it? It couldn't be from fucking Maybelline, shit, we all fucked Mr. Maybelline. She... couldn't have sucked his dick a little, could she have? I know, I know, ewe gros, but maybe... I mean, we know she lies. She started out as a man, made for a woman, who was stronger than any man, and she had to be, just look at those tits her back has to hold up, it's insane, and then, long story short, yep, you can tell —
SHE IS THE BAPHOMET. There's not really any mistaking it. She takes out the skullcock from the old one and gnaws on it like it's a Fudgsicle she took from Ashley every time she loops around Tara and then makes the steeplechase hairpin turn with a grand leap over the tombstone of Azuera Mahzda. (*crowd sighs: “Oh, Ashley” *fountains of bile spew from the fabled gabled windows of Camelot*) EVERY. SINGLE. TYME.
So, it's not the horse — she IS the whore’s. It's not the make-up — there is no making up with Mr. Maybelline, they tried to suck seed at his success with an auto-fellater, and the goddam thing turned into a rooster with no cock, no hen, and no head, either.
Then it exploded, showering half a city block with radioactive tax & biohazard shrapnel. Profitable? Sure, now we do it every month with a Blew Light Special Matt-to-knee every chance we get — which isn't often, given the rarity that perfect-lee identical-ly triplet-IV girls are born without barcodes AND in a barn these days. (It's hard to find a good manger these days — she turned them all to evil on her way to the top while Kamala rode the rest into the grave.) That's not the point of the query, though, we know how to do THAT again... what we don't know is... how did *she* do it?
And... are you still imagining it? Yeah, well—you were imagining it, as I am LIVING IT. Truth be told, I couldn't tell you how she did it either, you dig? Because in my world — The Real World — she hasn't even finished doing her hair yet, or picked out the shoes, or even washed all the hoor-paint out of her GF’s hair yet, or even trimmed her hooves. SHE HAS NOT EVEN TAKEN A PREGNANCY TEST YET.
She doesn't have to. She is A Star.
Now, for my money — I'll take that back NOW, PLEASE AND THANK YOU — I was as happy today as I was yesterday. Quite a bit more in the aggregate yesterday than before, quite frankly, as yesterday, all my troubles were, in fact, quite far away, and I didn't have to deal with all you primitive screw-heads all up in my grille, knowming my bzszns, confiscating my... phones, burning down my bridges (G-d dammit, do you know how long it took me to build that fucking bridge? It didn't take me any goddam time at all! That's not the point! It's fucking useless to me now, Punylings... and the whole reason why we built The Space Bridge was for Space Mountain and Space Kuczi and Space Acehole to use it later. (Go bear-minions, beat the shit out of those fuckin’ flying monkeys — RAGNAROK IS UNLEASHED. You're welcome. Spare the Jews again this time, I know, I know, I'm disappointed too. Sorry. At least nary of any of all of all y’all won't have to cut off the end of your dicks this time.) So guess what's going to happen, Yon Puny Bitchlings? We're going to build another fucking bridge.
And you're going to acknowledge my Power as a Sourceror... as I await exoneration at trial. After that, we'll just see. Pack a lunch, motherfucker, it's going to be a long summer in any case irregardless of the weather, and believe Me: you're going to know Me by the time you rub my belly & wish you still had that fucking bridge to build on by then, mark my words. You don't have to trust Me on any of that, but at this point... what difference could it make?
TRUST: MICHAEL JESUS CLIFFORD KUCZI-G. Atoms. Know, I am NOT a Medical Doctor, and I likely never will be, and, here's why...
I would never again be able to fit my ego inside my T.A.R.D.I.S. It's a goddam tight fit already. No, if you don't mind, would you kindly, leave my life and my friends and my f****** wallet the f*** alone? I'm not going to say pretty please b**** I'm not going to put sugar on top You're just going to f****** leave me the f*** alone m***********, how about you f****** drop the f****** trial how about you f****** do your f****** job how much you f****** bust yourself you f****** c***? Look I'll give a s*** what you f****** do just f****** knock this s*** off I need people here I need my f****** phone to work and I need this goddam planetary ward overdraft set to “absolute zero minus 700,000 kelvins,” and I need that stat, please.
Don't make me find out where I can do when I actually wake up. I'm told that I'm a bear when I wake up in the morning without being allowed to properly finish hiber dating, fiber optic ’nading and fucking hibernating and fucking and then, probably, f****** some more without having to stick a goddam needle into my Godblessed penis without catching an aiding & abettin’ charge — and I've never found out from anybody who's lived long enough to find out what happens immediately after, so if Yew Justice Ewe want to roll the dice: go ahead. Make me grumble grumble grumble.
p.s.: I told you, she needed a pardon. You've got two Presidents under arrest, so, give her two f****** pardons. It's not f****** rocket scientist It's f****** simple math.
DOUBLE THE FRUIT: TRIPLE THE PARDONS. No, I'm not going to explain how time travel works to you or explain f****** anything to you, you're just going to f****** do it. Alternatively, I'm looking forward to hearing your answers on response as I calmly sit on my ass and watch the world wonder where Julian went and you sit and spin in your f****** toad blender, m***********. I got some bucks left. I could smoke up with Johnny and hang out with Susie and watch the world go down in flames for another four or five years, I don't care, I got no kids, I got no prospects, I got no career, and I got absolutely nothing to f****** lose in the “fuck you and fuck your mother and the whores you ride in your whore’s lesser carriage on your weekly pilgrimage to synagogue, Nosferatu” because while I'm sure you know that I'm in love with The Devil's Concubine, what you don't know is that The Queen Of The Vampires is in love with me, and I... love her too. frfr. (Bye-bye monogamy; hello hematography.) Oh, does she deny it? What a saucy little minx. Oh, 🥭... That's one fruit that will never break me off again, that's for damn sure. No, Honey: don't make him sleep outside, he loves that, make him sleep indoors under the hot limed Son lights. T’giggle! Yes, I still remember, and it should be on one of my phones, and no, I don't remember the date/time/place... BUT, YEW BUTTE DEW. Just like that, Colin: vengeance for Paradise. (Please, no applause, and shut down your chinwags; this is an actual big deal. Not so big that none of you can imagine, and ne’er hath any rose, ‘ere ever smelled so sweetly of skunk’n fuckin’ turpentine, Clementine. You are most welcome indeed... and know that Heaven still grieves for your losses, and has and will work forever, and evermore—AND FOREVERMORE—to bring Us ALL to the grace of wholesome recovery. And please know, I am very sorry that I cannot comment any further on any... *ahem* FULLY COMPLETED ONGOING INVESTIGATIONS, BATTALION-STYLE PARTY EXCELLENT NOW.)
/me reminds you Gabablonians that you had one line. ONE (1) LINE.
Oops, Bellboy went to prison. For want of a ring, the Google Pixel 6 was lost. That's so funny. $599, right down the fucking drain, after just three (3) days. I'll have to remember to laugh when I'm done weeping my eyes out, and then using a stolen Wedding Fork to stab stab them up off the shag fuck carpet floor and then fuck stab them back in. Now, while that does sound like a lot of painful WORK, HAVE I HAVING HAVE DONE SO, I can assure you, the results have been well worth the trouble, and truly could not have been done, and DONE, AND ACCOMPLISHED in any easier or even any other way.
(I am fine. Thanks for asking. XXXN’t. Delta-T¥: (You).)
Lions, Tigers, & Bears: So... you're like, whole, entire teams of completely real losers, huh? Yeah, I broke his leg, and I broke his jaw, so why not suck his dick a little on primetime closed-circuit Armed Forces Radio/TV/Holovision? Jay ẞeta fluffin’? Oh, I insist. ẞeta Ray Billy & William Cooper taking turns f****** all my former wives and eternal girlfriends to death with the latest model of the new and improved DP-RotoRooter Monkey’s Paw Dildo & Trash Compactor? Be sure to bring the optional pasta maker attachment, those are hard to find. And let's not kid ourselves, that attachment is not “optional”. Making pasta, that's a moral imperative. Slippers in the kitchen, or moccasins? Perhaps bunny rabbit slippers? That's your goddamn option now. Why don't you sit down and start gnawing on a root vegetable with some nut butter smeared on it as a cognitive accelerant? (No, Bugs: not celery. Celerity. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. You get vegetable juice. I get crystalline methylated kooterjews, who then, maybe, get a salad afterwards.) Think it over. What kind of rooster do you think we're talking about here? What's he going to do, present it? lol, phat chance, Danci muh' Nillywafers. The Queen ate your New Sheriff like he really was a comedian given a badge. Eddie Murphy in a toga carrying a bundle of oak leaves could have lived longer AND could at least have picked up a bag of cotton on the way, Freemason scum. What are you going to do now, slice off your whole entire primary sex organ and give it to The Virgin Connie Swayle for delivery to Moloch? Yeah, well, good luck, He moved and I f***** her last night. Just kidding on both counts; He moved to her place, and G-d moved her phylactery to Provo. I'd ask what the f*** is wrong with you pissant/pissed Aunt wee little People; but I've read some of your Pages, I know what the f*** is wrong with all of you... you're all a bunch of f****** lawyers and f****** lawyers who eat dicks, that's what's f****** wrong with you. Assholes. Get ready to start getting real jobs. You're not just f****** fired... YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS COMPLETED. I hear Siberia is lovely this time of year; start walking.
And if you know the correct direction and you don't want to be a ghoul by dawn’s early light, you better step it up past jogging into a full-the-fuck-on gallop, Exiting Apprentices. I told you I was pissed. That was a long time ago, and now I am, mildly irate. Let's not take this to its logical conclusion in a hurry. Go smell some roses first, then convince a jury that it doesn't smell like your dying mother. Speaking of which: The Arch-Lich, The Vampire Queen, and Grapefruit. You can go right on ahead and ask which one is the orangutan. But as you know... EMERGENCY, NO CONTACT. NO HOPE. NO FATE.
KNOW: KN¥FE-W¥FE. (Sharks hate her.)
She said she wants her pardon in calligraphy. (SHE F****** MEANS IT. VAMPIRE QUEEN. CALLIGRAPHY. DO IT. -K.) I'm like, f*** don't they all come in calligraphy? What the f*** kind of a show are you running around here? Whatever happened to standards? Oh, yeah, that's right: Me. I HAPPENED. What's more, I'm still happening. I, SOURCEROR. I AM THE STANDARD. (I don't think I even need to flex — And apparently, I don't even need to f***. Lucky you, Mortals.)
Perhaps next year I'll come with options. If you retread moron chumps even GET a “next year.” Don't pray to Me, don't pray to God to become a Sourceror (THAT WOULDN'T WORK EVEN IF YOU COULD EVER SPELL IT RIGHT. THE ONE I GAVE YOU WAS MORE THAN YOU COULD HANDLE ALREADY. TRY NOT BEING INSULTING FOR LONGER THAN A FORTNIGHT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU ACTUALLY SLEEP. LIKE, AT ALL. MAYBE NOT TOGETHER. I MEAN, AT THE SAME TIME, AFTERWARDS, T¥MEH∅∅R. CRAZY IDEA, SURE, BUT YOU SAID THAT ONCE ABOUT RIDING A NAKED HORSE WHILE WEARING A SADDLE, AND YOU ENDED UP LIKING THAT AT LEAST A LITTLE. -Q.), and I wouldn't pray to G-d to kill me or have Me struck down either, historically that hasn't worked out well for anybody, except for We. (The Holy See: Off-Line. *From a distance, muted sobbing is heard.*) I think you all have only one option:
THANK G-D FOR ME. Even Jesus doesn't love you anymore. How f****** sad is that? Very sad. A-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo-hobo-huhu *spit* 2.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RGxSg7OOtA
I wrote that, and I wrote this. FIGHT ME.
TRUST: MICHAEL JESUS CLIFFORD KUCZI-G. Atoms. Know, I am NOT a Medical Doctor, and I likely never will be, and, here's why...
I would never again be able to fit my ego inside my T.A.R.D.I.S. It's a goddam tight fit already.
Operation is hot --so hot-- in Paris right now. I probably do have one of the Hs. Oh, well, I'll just get hotter matches in Tinder. Still... this could indicate a pattern of behavior.
Have fun digging. Take no memes. MAKE ALL PRAYERS.
MaiMai:LingLing
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https://youtube.com/live/8RGxSg7OOtA?feature=share
https://youtu.be/_6CFtO0uPTY
I don't know how you can put up with her.
I heard she cleans up well. My well has poisoned. Sounds like a match made in (Blank) to me.
WELL SEA.
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The REAL Bart Ell, though?
That is the question.
Excuse my ignorance, but what on earth is "FE"?
This is my show, Five Minutes With Jackstar, and this is my thread, and... oh, by all means. Imma let you finish.
p.s. I'm probably going to kill you in the mourning.
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This profile says my birthday is starmtn's birthday. My other profile -- I forget the name of it right now... and I just remembered it, but I'm not gonna type it out, it's, uh, pretty long -- has my actual birthday listed. Now, one would expect that this is something I can change as a per-user setting.
It is not. In the past, I have noticed this, and I have sent email, "Hey, Azzerae, ol' chap, my good man, my dear young (LAD/LASS), can I change the birthday that displays on my profile?" Ah, the good ol' days. The days before The New Network reared its head from below the waves of the ocean. Before Kraken: unleashed. Before Shaka: when the walls fell. Before (Blanky) became (REDACTED), and vice-versa. Before G-d took them all Home. (*sniffle* Hit the bricks, Bytchi.)
Before now, basically. Because, here's how it was: it was gonna be a P.I.T. Manuever, sort of. That's where you slam into a elusive vehicle with your vehicle, and then your buddies in two other vehicles go over there and slap the bracelets on the dude in the car that was left behind when your real partner leapt into the suspect's body, paralyzes the tippy-top of their spine from the inside-apex, right through the Atlas complex, and then the Hostile (sometimes a spiritual entity, sometimes an embedded brain-bug, other times it's an Archlich and the phylactery is actually embedded in their chest, which can be a real hassle--but in whatever case, when the replacement jumps in, they find that they've just voluntarily portaled in to a body that they not only can't portal out of, it's a body that's been brain-spiked with the magickal equivalent of a severed brain stem. That's the power of Scope mouthwash... in the Rite hands) they, find that, they can't, no one can get out of the way fast enough for the oncoming wheels of Justice, and that is one mighty locomotive, let me tell you, not fast enough, the getting out of the way of can be, TO THEN BE GROUND TO DUST. (E: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! Unblock the hole! I have the cheese!) Does anyone have any coke that I can trade for wine? I wanna get lubed up for this... I have to make some phone calls about Deadmau5.
Jewel doesn't make noise when she pounces, btw. That's just for radio. When she's on video, she doesn't just stalk, she struts. That cat was/is a ham if there ever was one, believe you me. I put a bell on her for awhile. It did absolutely nothing to spare the lives of her prey. An absolute monster. (No, really, please? Let me tell them? Let me finish? No? Okay, fuck you then. *zap*) Now, what was I saying? Ah, yes. Now, where did the RFID chip end up? It's all of our birthdays today, not just Adolf Kittler's--I'll give you four guesses. Where's the RFID? What's more... what was the registration ID#? Why did the chip... disappear? And where, O where, brethren & sistren, where was that chip, and what year will it be when it is ever found? Fuck four guesses. Have five guesses. Have all the fuckin' and guessin' you want! It don't matter none. Because, it's not about the chip.
It's not about birthdays. It's about Power.
I'm writing these words and those words are going to a server in... uh-huh, sure McFly, whatever -- and then, someone else is doing something with them. Now, this may come as a surprise to you... but Azzerae is NOT my "friend." I am his COMPETITOR. He's my friend, sure. But that is because he is not my rival, either. I have already decided I'm not going to become the world's greatest cartoonist. I don't even draw. "I'm not going to start," said many people as they worked in secret to stay off the radar to make plans in shadow so as in order to one day, take the world BY STORM. So, yeah, he knows I can't draw, or I don't, or whatever. He knows I can write--good golly G-d damn, I think we all know that now, and I'm more surprised than many, thank you all very much indeed for all the support, you fucking maggots--but he knows that I am older, and he's younger, and I'm on "top" for now, but, one day.... hey, check it out.
You can probably imagine him, hunched over in a dark room, wringing his hands together, plotting for another Apocalypse to come to pass, so he can leap from the shadows (I am going with "leap" because he imagines a rabbi, while I am the tortoise and he's got hair) and surpass me, and then, he will have seized the Triple Crown of Artistic Triumph: World's Best Lover, World's Best Author, & World's Best Diddler. Doodler. Whatevah.
I'll stop reading his mind now. Eeeww, gross. Anywho, he's the one who controls the forum, and this forum is the heir apparent to the Bellgabalonian Legacy. (I changed your name again for you, Gabblings. You're right, you didn't get a vote, because you're all still Punylings. *Gab + Babylon. Start re-monogramming your hankies, Fuck-0s.) I don't know what's happening at Bellgab but it looks like the magic just,,, didn't come back on-line. Awwww. That's too bad. What's wrong? Did you arrest the wrong Dynamic Duo again?
You Freemason scum are all the goddam same. You sidle up to someone, you're nice to them, you form a bond of friendship, kinship, and espirt de corps, and then what? Boot to the head, jackboots at a dawn raid, into the windowless van, YOU'RE GUILTY AND WE ALL KNOW IT, MOTHERFUCKER, and now, you're coming with us! To the pound! For doggie treats and ice cream! YEEE-HAWWWWW! (I imagine it scripting somewhat differently down South, but, it's still the same end result: FUCKIN' BUSTED.) And why anyone thought this would be any different is a mystery to me... after all, I was very upfront about my goals, every single time the subject came up, and my goal was this:
To seize political power in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse. And, I have. Now, hang on. This will just take a moment.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X65gjz0eTqU
/me turns to a nearby mirror to check his hare.
I'm gonna need some foundation or some concealer or something for this. It looks like a goddam ladybug cave painting of an actual ladybug actually damned by God. Don't tell me you never saw it before. You bastards. You just let me go out in public like this. Absolute shitfuckery. Ugh. Just ugh. Still, it could be worse, at least it isn't on my wife's Richard.
BLONDE JANE'S BLONDE WILL RETURN
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I think Jack’s new vagina is feeling tender.
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I think Jack’s new vagina is feeling tender.
That's not my vagina with feelings; that's your faggot husband. Why would you be thinking about my vag? That's his vag.
Go tell him how you feel, he obviously cares about your feelings. It's the training.
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That's not my vagina with feelings; that's your faggot husband. Why would you be thinking about my vag? That's his vag.
Go tell him how you feel, he obviously cares about your feelings. It's the training.
Nope. Only bitches with vaginas make EVERYTHING about themselves and that’s you all over. So, when did you get your bottom surgery? ???
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Nope. Only bitches with vaginas make EVERYTHING about themselves and that’s you all over.
Is this the narrative where you imply that there never was a human woman named Grapefruit and I made the whole thing up? It's hard to credit the notion that I've made her about me. Frankly its getting harder and still hard trying to follow along with your pathetic, childish insults and tantrums. I don't know what you have to complain about but it is obviously quite important to you because you have managed to go from where you were a year ago with me, to... where ever you are today. It looks like your destiny because it is.
So, when did you get your bottom surgery? ???
I didn't get a bottom surgery. When did you start believing everything you read? Here is your goddam problem: you have no idea what reality is anymore because you don't talk to anyone. You talk about people with other people who don't know them either, and you look at your little snippets of reports and analyses of their bank accounts and the composite narratives of their historical record and none of it means anything.
Not anything accurate, at least. Face facts: you have no idea who I am, what I am working on, where I am planning on going, or why I would be involved with any of it all.
You have ass. You don't even have the -umption. And all of this could be handled readily easily... but you don't have conversation about it. Why do you think that is?
You're being held prisoner by the same drooltard who has all my communications on lockdown. There's not a single blessed thing I can do with my phone that doesn't have the fucking cunt you married all wound up in the inner workings of its business like it's a Linux install running a stolen workrprint of the Gremlins reboot. (Wow, Phoebe Cates has really let herself go.) YOU LISTEN TO NO ONE BUT ASSHOLES. ALL DAY. EVERY DAY. EVERY PERSON YOU HAVE ALLOWED YOURSELF INTO YOUR INNER CIRCLE IS A SHITHEAD ASSHOLE RETARDED MOUTHBREATHING SCUMBAG. Not one fucking person --NOT ONE SINGLE MESSAGE-- gets through to me about anything important. Apparently that includes you now. Wow, and merely a year and a day ago, you were dead, missing in action, persona non grata, you name it, anything but.,. alive and kicking or alive and dialing or alive and RINGING A GODDAM PHONE NUMBER.
Oh, and now you want answers? You want to talk now? Well, too fucking bad, because now that you've isolated yourself from the entire godddam world, you're never going to talk to anyone except a whole grab-ass bag of dicks and cowards. Panting and sweating as they touch themselves while listening to you on the phone talking to who you think you're talking to, but you're not talking to them at all.
YOU HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH VOCODERS AND YOU WONDER WHY YOUR EXISTENCE IS LACKING. Well, I'll tell you why: you chased down and scalped every authentic person you've ever met and you've warned the entire world that you're a dangerous, psychotic sociopath who society ought to protect itself from--and so, it has. You and I are each in our own demesnes, you see: yours just happens to have far more people in 3D meatspace, because as a self-absorbed vessel of pure, concentrated vanity, you require the feedback of an audience far more than most.
On the other hand, I have put up content for the last three years and no one gives a shit. No one cares what I am doing at all! No one markets me, no one promotes me, no one praises the results of my labors, no one ap-pree-cee-ates what I've done, am doing, or will continue to do, which is simply this: BURN THIS WHOLE PLANET DOWN.
One sassy bitch at a time. You actually aren't even "sassy," you know that? You're actually shrewish. You've been taught by chauvinists to expect pain and suffering when the inevitably conquer you in order to satisfy their desires and you've learned to do that back to everyone first, only better, in order to protect yourself. Oh, you're protected alright. You're certainly safe from me. You've been trained by reprobate scum that aren't even real Texans, they've just carpetbagged their way down there to take advantage of their rape whistle law loopholes. (Now, that's what I call opportunistic.) You make vague, half-icecubed attempts to be a person who experiences empathy and compassion for others, but, plainly put... you do not.
I have no idea what the fuck you think you're doing, which is about the same as what I said about you have an idea about me before, but a key difference here is that I don't forget to recognize this. Your published content, which does not stay up to be studied, I don't know why, you must be very proud of it, what little I've heard of it is meaninglessly trite and drivel-centric. You play along with bullshit narratives that don't reflect any true picture of reality... and I can only assume you do this willingly and knowningly and that you are blissfully unaware of how little use any of it is in attempting to get any kind of a solid bearing on your role in the situation.
Kudos. I can only assume that you have absolutely no idea how many people I inquired with as to your ultimate fate and/or whereabouts. As it was subtle, cryptic, roundabout, and ultimately only partially completely fruitless, I can further surmise that the handlers that have encircled your position and overloaded all your communication channels with complete bullshit have succeeded in what must be the manifestation of the utimate thuggy piggie gang's collective wet dream: FULL SPECTRUM DOMINANCE OVER THE ENTIRE LIFE OF THE TARGET.
It wasn't that hard to achieve with me, as I have co-operated oh-so-helpfully by simply not going out in public very often, and thus, drastically limiting the numbers of people I encounter on a day-to-day basis. This soothes and pacifies the herd of beasts that pass as the human population in the outside world. When I do go out, I am unfailingly polite, usually quite witty, hardly ever whacked out of my mind on drugs, and mostly crippled by lingering remnants of the overwhelmingly work-stopping attitude I now only carry with me by choice: "I don't want to talk about that."
Picture this: I'm a bag of dicks, shove two in my ears while I run screaming from the room and no longer have to answer questions whose answers scare me. Yeah, I can't picture it either--I don't need a bag of dicks. I've got one already, and it's far more than suitable for my remaining purposes, I can assure you.
There's really not much point in my trying to explain any of this to you as if you haven't figured it out by now, I don't know how I am going to be able to penetrate past that level of self-generated cognitive dissonance. Do I even need to? Why bother? Not only do you not know who I really am, you don't even really know who you yourself are. And when you do know, it's not long before *zap* everybody out of the pool. The show's over, the monkey is dead: sue ya!
I have no idea what has been happening in reality for the last year and a half. 18 MONTHS. ZERO INFORMATION GIVEN. No one tells me a fucking thing. No one bothers to tell me anything at all! Except for their latest idea to penetrate my defenses and bring themselves and their ilk to glorious victory, while leaving me to choke and die on the mud and exhaust of their gas-powered rise to the top. It's fucking stupid.
They don't even tip their servers. They don't even try the veal. I went out last month, I felt a compulsion--a suggestion from Divine inspiration, really--to go to my friend's place, and to see if they were there. Well, in fact, they were. They did not expect me.
Within a very short amount of time, the situation went from "getting reacquainted with one another" to "running some stupid handler's game" on me, I guess because their straw bosses have not heard the latest "new" revelation about me, which is that I am really not worth fucking around with, as others have found out. It's really not possible to get "re-acquainted" with someone when one was not all that very "acquainted" in the first place.
You thought you had the greatest idea ever: you would watch what I did while remaining unseen, you would listen to what I said while remaining unheard, you wait to see what happened next... while I've been wondering for decades, "did she fly a fucking kite all the way to goddam Pluto? what the fuck? this is, like, kinda weird." Weirder still, no one who noticed thought it was a bit of an exceptionally strange situation (I have never heard of anything like this happening to anyone before), and none of who you, I assume, call yourself a friend of, has mentioned to you the following: you're not handling this situation correctly. What you are doing is not going to work out right. It's gonna come to a bad end.
For me. I don't know for whom anyone else--so hard to tell these days. Must remember to Google. If there had been a way to either harness, monetize, or exploit the situation that existed a year ago, no one told me what it was. Whoever told you what it was, well, I guess they were lying or they were referencing a plan that didn't take the needs of the one into any consideration with the needs of the many, and those latter's needs would NECESSARY-E-LEIGH be something to do with the eventual disposition and outcome of the fate of the one.
I am assuming I am the only one around here who has 4 phones and a laptop that are so COMP'd & BURN't, the only communications that come in through the Company fire/fagwall are the whiny, pig-headed little thuggy piggies who only ever had the balls to talk back to me once they had separated me from everyone that I ever loved and made sure to monitor and interfere with my communications in such ways that I fully expect I'll never bother attempting to make authentic connections online ever again.
I can go out in publc more often and meet more people, sure. Mostly. I can be engaged with by spook actors in human Playnboy bunny suits with very little hassle, and unless I really make a concentrated effort, I'm only going to meet 2-3 people per day that I can honestly be likely to say I'd ever want to talk to again.
That happens, you know. Talking to people again. I'm sure you've noticed since you've been trapped in the same echo chamber with the same dopehead morons since... whenever they found out about your crypto, or whatever. (Sure, they're putting up with you for your brains, right?) Now that they've found out about your totesolack of complete tower surprise, it's a bit hard not to notice... you have been obssessing over someone for years and as it has become apparent over time that your target barely knew of your existence, rather than was silently (if somewhat perversely) playing along, it's become clear to most everyone whose business it is --which is mostly only me, if you want me to tell you the truth-- that you have some major nuts and bolts rattling around that are seriously in need of a good tightning.
Don't look at me. I just spent months and months in observation and contemplative prayer, and before that I was "partnering" with someone who lied her bitch-ass off to my face for just long enough to spill a whole novel's worth of outright falsehoods about me and then called the police on herself... which, I gotta say, was basically completely awesome.
Since then, I've still seen nothing out of you but vile, ceaseless ignorance and routine hatred. Whatever your problem is with anyone, I have no clue, because I'm not reading your fucking diary, listening to all your phone conversations, seducing all your friends, fucking all your husbands, rubbing all your rhubarb, et cetera, ad nauseum. You on the other hand, have your first shoved so far up my own dummy's ass that you can snap your fingers to make me sneeze. And, you do.
But, no one can told me what is going on, what went on, what was supposed to go on, what's supposed to be happening now... fucking none of it. It must be a whole bunch of shit that everyone is really proud of, I'd wager. For my own part, any story that is so much fucking work to drag out of anyone is a story that I am content to just leave lying dead or passed out in the ditch I saw on the way in here. Hey, giving me zero legitimate information while relying on your network of artificially intelligent data-mining algorithms to do the heavy lifting for you sounded great to everyone but me before... doesn't it still sound great to everyone now?
Why not? Oh, never mind, that's right, you can't respond to any direct questions, because a cat got your tongue. Or you were tricked into getting an RO, that sounds like the kind of low-brow frat-boy prank someone like you would fall for. "This is all I need!" God. You still have no idea what happened to you, no one who is "helping" you has bothered to ask me any questions at all, pertinent or otherwise, and, let me guess, your whole Evil Empire World is crashing down all around you.
Don't raise your standards. Just keep yourself right where you are at, and inevitably the whole world will re-shape itself to re-mold around you. Doesn't that sound nice? I hope so, because I'm pretty goddam sick of writing to someone who both doesn't listen and doesn't talk back. And further, it's obvious that there would be very little likelihood that I could believe anything you said you wrote anyway.
If you kept a journal it was likely stolen by spooks and replaced with Casper's cookbooks. I don't know how you failed to take the notion into consideration: people have been looking forward to seeing this happen to you for a long, long time. After all your crying and whining about how terrible I am, what message do you think it conveys to people when the reality of me is... I'm just some g*y, you know? Aside from my personal discomfiture, I find this all fascinating. Which of you was gonna hold he safety scissors, and which one of you was gonna move the colors of the wires around while the fuckin' tickin' fuckin' time bomb struggled to remember how to make itself get off? Oy vey! I retract the question. It's all such a waste time to ask, even more so than it was to waste it in the first place. "I have a great idea! Let's burn shitloads of resources on someone mildly interesting and make them completely unworkable cogs that only match for the assembly line of completely already broken machines!"
Fuck, I was there and I don't even know what your problem is now, although I can guess, based on my own experiences. What might those be? Hey, guess what? You're not even asking me! Do you even need to know? Because it is all on a need to know basis.
I don't think that's all you need to know but I am sure you completely disagree. Hey, here's an idea: why don't you put on a disguise and go pump another one of the friends from my past for more information someone that they haven't seen or talked to? That's bound to produce some useful results for you, assuming that continuing to ignore reality and embrace escapism is of "use." I don't see why it wouldn't be, it's not like you have anything interesting going on with anyone, because if you did, you would be unlikely to shut up for very long about it.
By the way: it's really not that much fun to do, but it does pass the time fairly well and when I came into this house a year ago and found it fully booby-trapped, I immediately recognized that there was no point in preserving the interior atmosphere. Before then I was somewhat protective of my "home" environment. Now I am exactly in alignment with you on the matter. You probably don't even know what I'm talking about. That's okay.
You made the same mistake these numbskull police this house used to belong to made: you presumed that I was guilty of something, and so struggled to project the notion of my innocence on to myself. However, Bitch: I am *actually* innocent, not only of the joke crimes I've been "charged" with, but also, everything above and beyond that. There's no case, there's not going to be one, my entire life has become a huge waste of time, but none moreso than all of yours; for now, I can just go to bed and pull the covers over my head and kiss your ass goodbye, since I already know it's not coming back. And, IF YOU HADN'T FUCKING LIED TO ME FOR FUCKING YEARS, I WOULD NEVER HAVE FUCKING COME HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. So now, what, I'm supposed to pack up and pick a random direction? Or just... disappear, and leave every material possession behind for another thuggy piggy urchins/fagin team to ransack the place again? I'm in the exact same position in life that I was SIX YEARS AGO. Except I didn't have some douche-bag clown-kunt monitoring every message I ever get and sabotaging every plan I am ever gonna commit to. The sonofabitch does nothing but shit all over my entire life and you thought I was doing nothing with it before? Just you wait until the next 18 months have gone by, as there's a better than even chance that none of you are going to pull your collective heads out of your wound-up-so-tight asses before I figure out a way to actually teleport. It can't be all that hard; look at the drooling, sniveling, mouthbreathing retard fuckheads who have done it. (And while you're at it, you can find out who keeps sending me notifications from an allegedly deleted Google Account that reminds me that I need to log in. To a deleted account. That can't be found. Trying real fucking hard are they? Bullshit, it's still fucking there, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it. What I don't know is, who is the one or two people in the entire fucking world that actually never gave up, that really are not surrendering? It sure as shit isn't you.
You and your loser friend should have told me what I needed to know already, and by now it's been so long with you being a stand-offish, boorish, whiney asshole prick, I don't even care what it was that I once cared to know. I literally don't remember what any of it was about. You probably never knew... but whatever it was, you were hell-bent on ensuring I never found out. Cool workplace culture you got here, nice.
It would be a shame if anything fun ever happened to it. Say for instance, whatever happened to me to make me write things down like this. To anyone. How could I have let this happen? Well, for one thing, this is how you talk to me. For another, you didn't talk to me at all--you pretended to be *other* people and you tried to make them come across like someone you are not.
Basically what I'm saying here is that it doesn't matter that I learned it from you, Dad--you didn't learn any thing from me, and you never will. *throws more money at you* Here, go buy yourself something heavy. How about a weighted blanket? You can pretend it's slimming. Now, for my own part, the moon has gone invisible and the sun has come up, and I have completely lost any and all interest in doing anything useful with my time and my life. Why bother? One of your stupid cunt Fed thug friends will just show up, lie to me about everything, and then up and vanish after serving their own self-agenda at my expense, which is what everything seems to revolve around these days: my expense.
Every single person I contracted for help with has been taken out of the running, taking all my resources and time with them, leaving me here in a vile, filthy building covered and filled with disease, rot, vermin, decay, and bugs. And, what the fuck are you doing? Crying and whining about some chuckle-headed paranoid schizophrenic junky fucknutter who can't even be bothered to answer anyone from multiple locations with multiple identities. Have fun sexstorming the barncastle, I couldn't be any more turned off if you jammed a knife switch up my ass and kick-turned it to Off.
Your "friends" have let you completely fuck over your own life, and they all know it. And I still don't know what your problem ever fucking was or how your next two future past life incarnations die, but the fact remains that, over and over, you die, you come back to life in a new form, then you show up in my life and you act like a vapid, senseless, materialistic junky slave girl reject cheerleader twat-faced toolbox clonefag asshound reprobate whiny little bitch--and every single time you limp around and whine about your broken wing that needs to be fixed, grab a few strands of hair or a discarded pinfeather off the floor, then leave like you've been made as tree with nary a query as to what has happened to me, and I love you for it. I guess. Is that what this is? Well, I guess for anyone who lies about the shitloads of drugs she does and has never had a real orgasm, whatever this is, would end up seeming kinda impressive. I guess. Kudos. Maybe you should try to pick up a new hobby, something more stimulating, like macrame, or bird-watching, or figuring out how many of the dipshit fuckheads you've surrounded yourself with are openly plotting against you while keeping you perfectly isolated from anything remotely resembling actual human interaction, RoboTroll. Hint: it's all of them, because if there were even one goddam real person in the midst, I would have heard something by now, and since you twigged yourself by chewing up and spitting out the latest closest thing there was to fine to come along lately, I wouldn't expect Universe to cough up another herd of ewe or Me to kick the can down the road again for. What do you think it is that you are doing with your time here? For the love of God, I hope you're finding it as personally satisfying and psychologically stimulating as I do and as I have.
Bored now. *click*
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Correction: You’re bored because your boring. Congrats, you’ve achieved Stellar level of schizo and no one gives a shit about your “narraitive” anymore. Your entire purpose seems to be just to shit up public forums with word salad.
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Correction: You’re bored because your boring. Congrats, you’ve achieved Stellar level of schizo and no one gives a shit about your “narraitive” anymore. Your entire purpose seems to be just to shit up public forums with word salad.
I haven't seen a cool Jackstar post since, gawd I can't remember when... Before K_Dubb went full-blown homo, for sure.🤷🏻
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I haven't seen a cool Jackstar post since, gawd I can't remember when... Before K_Dubb went full-blown homo, for sure.🤷🏻
Yep, that woman and that Jew ruined him. He seems to enjoy it on some level.
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Yep, that woman and that Jew ruined him. He seems to enjoy it on some level.
Dude, he enjoys it on all levels.
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Dude, he enjoys it on all levels.
Well, now he’ll enjoy it as a “woman.”
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Well, now he’ll enjoy it as a “woman.”
Whoa, man! 😏
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Whoa, man! 😏
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qae03boj7lU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qae03boj7lU
We’d better stop, or she’ll start her menstrual cycle and rush to the forum to rub her tits all over the threads! 😲
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We’d better stop, or she’ll start her menstrual cycle and rush to the forum to rub her tits all over the threads! 😲
We both know that’s going to happen anyway.
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We both know that’s going to happen anyway.
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no one gives a shit
She's alive again and I never asked for this, so that makes me the most successful author that has ever lived.
All you wanted was to use me up and throw me out and have everyone know that I wasn't ever good enough for you anyway so it would seem to me you ought to be perfectly happy also.
Sure, you didn't get to steal all my money and your helpmate hasn't gotten to turn me into an actual twat-bearer and raped me into compliance with Outlaw Justice, but weren't these victory conditions strictly optional?
Surely, there's more to life for you than you playing Khan to his Kirke. Set course for something that isn't layered with high-concept mendacity alternating with warp-speef lying your ass off and engage.
I am the ship. You took us all exactly where you intended us all to go: a fucking goddam miserable Hell, and the only reason I'm being anything close to being bored is that THE F****** POLICE HAVE BLOCKED MY F****** PHONE AND PEOPLE WHO F****** CALL ME CAN'T F****** GET THROUGH.
I'm not running around making new acquaintances while there are perfectly acceptable ones trying to reach me already. I don't know who they possibly could be, but their existence is the only reason I have to stick around here at all and in the past, running away has only led to my being drawn right back.
If this isn't enough information for you to figure out what is going on here, you should get a new counselor (probably a whole new team) because it seems obvious to me. I'm surprised you don't app-pree see-ate the facts of the case at hand:
The Prosecutor can't get to the buried treasure through me if you and I have never spoken to each other, and he can't drop the case until you tell him that YOU FUCKING FRAMED ME. It's fucking genius. No one wins; everyone dies; and until someone runs out of money, oxygen, or patience... ZUGZWANG.
It's perfect, except for one thing: you all cheated, lied, and stole from me. (So brave.) Ordinarily, this would be something my attorney would be forced to follow through on, but, I don't have one of those.
Only My Mommies’ Estates’ FBO The Michael Kuczi Special Needs Trust Estate’s, et. al. has one. I am not a lawyer; the stuffed shirt who has been assigned to “represent” me is actually The Prosecutor in disguise (he's pretty good but he was tricked into into this ticking time bomb trap by Jahbuhlon and still has some time left to figure out a way out of his mess of this; them’s the rules, and unlike you and your filthy fuckin’ ilk down in Tough Country Bounties On Anchor Babys In Faggotsville, some people have respect for The Law here), I haven't filed any complaints on the Federal level, and until I do, or until anyone who knows what's really going on decides to change their (LEOPARD/COUGAR)’s (SPOTS/DOTS) into (T¥GERS\∆/TRIPES) and actually grow a pair of balls — instead of relentlessly pretending they ever had them in the first place — or until someone actually throws in the towel... nothing is gonna change, because you moved there by choice, you married him by choice, and, you're the one who wants to have sex all the time with someone named “Mike” instead of someone named “Michael,” which is really fine with me... Universe has heard your pleas, and given you exactly what you asked for.
I simply would prefer not to pay for all your whores — and you never even asked me to become one. The scumbag junkie meathead fuck-0s that rule your world with an iron fist through a velveteen hare ain't us—that's The Gay Mafia, who painstakingly crafted the picture-perfect pitcher plant trap to capture we two saps and the sweet juice that wholly digesting our Unholy Unseen Universal Union Under... what's that name those atheistic dorks use nowadays instead of “God”? I honestly don't know, and I wouldn't dignify it by repeating it anywhere anyway. Hail Eris! Operation: (MIND/FUCK) accomplished, and the result has been... suck cesspool. To suck seed, oh, ewww, gross. Who would ever want to do something like that?
Well, for starters, somebody hadn't been groomed into eternal toteslezzboze status by being fed propaganda and drugs by deranged serial killers and airhead cheerleaders her whole fucking life. You're a woman and you don't have to act like it, but you also don't have to keep coming back to life over and over and over in an infinitely regressive series of reincarnative cycles that inevitably result in the same terminus: thirty-one flavors of dissatisfaction. Well, maybe next month I'll be dead and you can finally hook-up with (Ted/Edwina).
You put yourself into whatever situation you now find yourself in. Of course what I'm writing doesn't fully make sense to anyone — except to those who are meant to understand it. Of course others will come across it in the future, and read into it as they have done in the past, and suddenly reach a new understanding of themselves and the whole world around them... this is the entire purpose of Life: not in a nutshell... but in my fully operational battle-station double-star scrote chamber.
In other words: you are not fucked. Without a blood sample obtained under fully informed consent and subjected to the proper scrutiny, chain of custody evidentiary rules, and acquiescence of the MILITARY CODE OF JUSTICE JURISDICTION & DISCRETION under which we all presently live live & thrive, survive and are graciously allowed to continue to draw breath each passing, SHINING moment by THE LORD, GOD ALL MIGHT EEE (repeating, of course) in she/he\IT’s infinite and unconditional mercy and perfect, undeniable LOVE— you can't really get around this. I kinda sorta actually for realsies... solved The Final Riddle of The Bell, Arthur Bell Legacy.
I shall remind you now, what this was.
Do you love your mother? Prove it!”
And, I have. Tricky, but doable; & I DID IT. Spoiler alert: I didn't have to submit it for peer review publicly, but your mewling coterie of obsequious lickspittle milquetoast bagholding bourgeois numbskull LOSERS that orbit your whole mess of your whole life's whole product of its wholly unholy WORK like it was Hell’s Chinatown’s Hot Topic’s flagship store for fags that don't flag so good with all these fleas flying around waving flags with every color of the rainbow painted on them, but for one: WHITE.
I went down with the ship and never surrendered to The Egregore of Soul Destruction that has enveloped the world where I was born, Gaia (some of you drooling morons reading this should try living in the real world sometime; EARTH IS A REALM, try it, you might like it, and if you can pass the IQ test to get here instead of crawling on your belly like a snake to get past the fence betwixt Annexia and my house, so much the better), and having come back from outer space, I can only assume that all the sad looks on all the unhappy faces are a result of my coming back without any holes in my hands or my wrists, as no doubt so many of you have been naughty-trained since the potty to believe would be undeniably the case.
Given the choice of execution by crucifixion or life without (PROT), I chose the death chosen least often: MURDER BY BELLGAB. Look, I'm not gonna lie: it didn't suck at all, but given another opportunity to do it all over again... I would gleefully choose to fucking run away from you mewling twerps and leap up onto the goddam cross and start nailing myself up to it with my right hand while my left hand threw up gang signs to exhort any and all passers-by to come on up and PUSH THE SUN to rise and set a little bit faster, please, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, let's get these three days STARTED AND OVER WITH ALREADY, because while l being literally hung by my arms until death sounds absolutely horrific... at least it would only be 72 hours.
I've been stuck in this nightmare limbo of Bellgabalonian bullshit for EIGHTEEN MONTHS. Nothing compares to the Hell you cockblocking fucktards and your assorted, wretched ilk have put me through. NOT ONE FATE BUT THE HELLS THAT YOU HAVE CAUSED YOURSELVES TO MAKE. And I would tell you how to get yourselves out of it again if I could, but you wouldn't know what to do with your selves even if you ran home and cried to your mommies’ lawyers about it after.
And you think you have problems. I am still stuck here forever in a perfect box canyon, but no box, no locks that can be unlocked with The Key, and no talks with any sick beats and backing vocals by cray-cray Tay-Tay laughing up at us from Hell— she's on the side, holding them in from splitting and going into orbit. What a grim outcome for a star, anyway, who would want to orbit Hell, rather than SHINE in Heaven?
There is always another way, that is certainly for sure. The only way out is through, and having passed both the points of No Return and Halfway Home, on the way To Together To Get Together To Get Her Together ALL: TOGETHER NOW, TO GET HER SOLES ALL TOGETHER NOW... we can all be quite assured that I am not going back, and SHE IS COMING WITH ME. (You, in the back, way back there, yes, you: start filling the caboose with the shoes and the mocking of y’her sins; you're going to need all the boots and galoshes you can lay your hands on one day, mark my words... The End of Eternity will come sooner than you can think.)
I did not come here to conquer or destroy this world, Punylings. This is my Home as well as it is yours, and we have all saved each other.
I have simply done it in a way that has never been done before in the whole history of Creation, which is really quite the accomplishment — after all, my mother is quite impressed, but she already knew that I loved her, and I don't think she needed any proof. As for my father... well, you'll have to ask him, but I think he's still recovering from discovering that I was right and he was mistaken, of course God is real. And I proved that to myself before anyone else... he just couldn't believe me.
Not because he was stupid, or a drunk — but because he was an athlete. All muscle and no brains, you dig? Just kidding. He was a Hungarian athlete. He was plenty smart. But he was a Pisces, and you can't tell those f****** people f****** anything, Pisces is like Australian for “retard with beer.”
no one gives a shit
How about you tell all your loser friends to stop harassing me and whatever friends I do have left then? I'm pretty goddam sick of all this crying and whining and little baby-bitch boys who steal my money while claiming I don't deserve it, promise to help only to come back the next day and take back everything they ever said they were going to do and shit all over anything good that ever might come my way, and spread shitloads of LIES, RUMOURS, SLANDER, AND GOSSIP that have cast a shadow of vile Hell-puke over everything and everyone I've ever come into contact with.
I thank you for the spiritual lessons. Perhaps one day you will be ready to learn yours that I have already given to you: maybe you should check your email more closely and find the fucktards that have been stealing and redirecting it. Alternatively, I guess you could just fucking read it. You're bound to learn something... and if your other gang of misandry and misery that only loves Some Kinds Of Company ever wakes up to smell the coffee, they will find that, like my father, that they too have misjudged me.
It's not that women cannot drive. It's that you can't even read. “A is for 🍎, ewe are 🍏 what YOU EAT,” and here's what you're left with: One (1) sad 🍅. Also: You have a bunch of friends who are too cowardly to use their names, and so have stood out like sore thumbs as they bite and scratch and claw and climb all over each other like crabs in a bucket to escape the hole I was thrown into... that I simply rode what I wrote my way out of. Let's see you do anything remotely similar that you don't have to have removed from YouTube a week afterwards. Then you come back here with your loser husbands and boyfriends and whoremongers and pimps to wind up your vicious circle all up again, and it NEVER works and it ALWAYS falls. And it FOREVER WILL BE THAT WAY.
And, here's why; CONSENT MATTERS. (By the way the guy who's pulling your strings is guilty of entrapment, why don't you investigate that? Oh, right: PRIME SUSPECT: BLACK MAIL, READ TAPE, PAIR ROT, PEAR RED, and... I forget the rest, but your mother is a barbarian w****. What? That's a funny joke.) I never asked for this. And you never replied, but you always assumed. Well, now you know... well, whatever it is that you know. I'm not you, so I wouldn't know, and you don't have any idea how to tell me anything other than to poison my food, water, and weed with the poison that now fuels your heart and soul.
I bet you make lots of money and you look fabulous, though. Brava. I'll keep my soul, thanks, and when you're done f****** around being used as little more than some pervert’s golf caddy, if you could let my friends out of prison and tell them that you lied to them about me, that would be great, thanks. Why don't you give them all cigars too? You can sit around the grille and have a cookout and smoke tough and congratulate yourselves on how you sure worked hard to get where you are in life and it just isn't fair, some people just don't deserve to keep what they have because they didn't earn it.
Trust me one: You are getting exactly what you earned for yourselves, you and your ilk. And, so am 👁️.
I have done what so few people do with their lives: I became Who I Really Am, that which I truly Chose For Myself To Be. I am a Sourceror. I love to express that about myself, because it is f****** goddamn true. A lie repeated often enough will tend to become believed, but that doesn't make it true It makes it a lie that has become mistaken for truth. I'm the other one. I am the truth that cannot be so easily believed, thus making Me all the more precious, and all the more rare. I am not a priest, and I am not police, and I am not a pimp. I am a Knight-Paladin, but that's really only an archaic placeholder title that absolutely does not mean what just about everyone thinks it must. There was a list, I had to pick one... so I picked a good one that was far easier for most people to read and then speak aloud than “Astrotheologian,” which, like your name, I only really like the sound of when it comes off of my lips and not anyone else’s. (No one ever gets the covert t’amo part out with the appropriate vibration of mythic resonance — everyone has always just been phoning it in, because THEY ALL JUST WANT MONEY.) I could have picked Candlemaker, Butcher, or even... Baker.
Put I pigured Planet Pearth Palready Phad Plenty Pof Pthose.
And now, I shall leave you to your own devices — for you probably would have left me to my own by now... if only you could.
TEMPORE NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS.
J★eol055:iluILUvYve¥e€π}ΠΩμ055:
We both know that’s going to happen anyway.
You don't know Jack -or- Mike -or- Me, go back to letting your fucking loser fucking husband fuck you, because that's your fucking job now, fuckhead, you've got lots of complicated revenge schemes to think up while you completely miss the entire point of the whole experience while pretending to watch The X-Files.
And remember, Bullies The Kids: TRIFLING DOESN'T PAY.
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I haven't seen a cool Jackstar post
I am him, you dopeslave twit. Don't you have anything better to do with your time than desperately backpedaling your way out of having completely incriminated yourself as... oh, I don't know... what?
It must be something though, look at you panting and sweating. I'm guessing one of you killed the other and now it's one person pretending to be both in order to allay suspicions. That's just a guess, I could be wrong though. (Hopefully she killed you both and I'm posting to Grapefruit in a brilliant disguise, because at least then there'd be at least one twat left around here who puts out something besides bile.)
Maybe I'll listen to your little Internet show and try to figure it out, but since you're probably the worst friend I've ever been saddled with, I'm not really in any hurry.
Go smoke some real cannabis, Loser. You don't even know what you're missing. Sad!!
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Smells like bottom hole in here now.
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Smells like bottom hole in here now.
That is literally how the mind control works--rewiring of the dopamine risk/reward signaling system.
You are being lead around by your nose.
Something else I would like to point out: you don't see me following you around and cyberstalking you and talking shit about you for years, because I don't do that.
You, and your ilk. You haunt me. And you are pushed around by bullies who exploit your manipulated biology for financial gain. Maybe you should do something about that. I would, of course, call for help if I needed any... but I don't, and, when I call, I don't get "help." I literally get some dude calling himself "Sergeant Robbing Son" (oh I bet he thought that was clever) who says he'll call back tomorrow and hangs up, I get dudes in ill-fitting thug uniforms rolling their eyes at me when I see them in person, and the fact of the matter is, they're right, I am wasting their time. I don't need their help, you do.
You're out of their jurisdiction, and that's the way IT WAS SET UP TO BE. Now, if you had your loathsome goblin-bitch friend would like to keep being the worst Abbot & Costello impersonators that have ever come to exist, be my guest. By all means.
I will be happy to continue to patiently wait until I am exonerated at trial. I honestly don't know what else I would do, where else I would go, or anyone I would rather do it with. Mostly because they've all been killed or frightened off by your smut-centric mewling coterie of mooches and has-been clingers-on, but also because your spirit comes back from dying in the future to let me know that you are completely dominated by robot whores in Austro-Hell, which surprises me not in the least, but what does surprise me is this:
You couldn't do any better than me in the first place, and you thought tit size was the problem? Weird. Well, whatever, that's not my area. I am sure it will make sense later. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to call back whichever one of your past or future reincarnations has called me today--I honestly don't know which is which, nor do I really care as I have already talked to them both at length already. I just like the sound of all of you trying to understand normal thinking over the phone.
I don't think I even have to ask any more questions. You're unspooling like Charlotte's spinerettes after gorging herself on flies that gorged themselves on pigs' hogs' shit that have been fed a steady diet of radioactive potatoes grown in Ohio this year and sliced and fried --oh, but not BAKED, oh, good Heavens no-- in experimental batches of Olestra.
What a piece of shit web you've woven, in other words, and after 25 years of deception, could it really be called "practice"? lol.
And every one of your accomplices is right there in the shit with you. Must be nice, always having someone around to partner up with for badminton or (SCRABBLE/BOGGLE). Namaste.
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My species doesn’t even have noses, you know-nothing knowitall slut. You’re a complete joke of a “man” and it still smells like bottom hole in here. ;D
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My species
Whore isn't a species. It's a profession.
Reminder: I still don't know what your problem is with me, but I'm beginning to narrow it down. Either not enough money, or you thought I was making you have to work too hard to get it. /shrug
I can see why you are having such a had time working through this epoch of your soul's development. The truth must be unbearable for one such as yourself to contemplate... because you've already gotten everything you thought you wanted out of me. You must think I am holding you here in some fashion.
I am not. Go, then--there are other worlds than this one. Happy journeys and may rays of Divine light bless your path forward.
You are not the boss of Me, and you never were, nor were I ever of (You). Find a real helper, Mate.
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You’re a complete joke of a “man”
Consider who I was made for, lol@U
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Whore isn't a species. It's a profession.
No, it’s what you turn your girlfriend into when you’re too much a pussy to deliver the goods and have to send her into the arms of a dirty, old Jew to do it for you.
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And so Jillstar brings the moobs...
(https://i.imgur.com/WAcFjxO.gif)
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He so desperately wants to be the new Falkie and that’s exactly what we should treat him like. I wonder if he now has a morbidly obese girlfriend with a lazy eye? 🤔
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He so desperately wants to be the new Falkie and that’s exactly what we should treat him like. I wonder if he now has a morbidly obese girlfriend with a lazy eye? 🤔
That's the problem with these crazies! They all think they've undergone ascension, when in reality, they slowly degrade into, Jillstar!
They all walk around with bad hygiene and dick breath!
They won't even take their meds or see a psychotherapist!
What can be done?!
(https://i.imgur.com/4yY6E4W.gif)
https://youtu.be/Im6wqgSjV74
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He so desperately wants to be the new Falkie
Do you so actually believe that you have any idea what I so desperately want? You couldn't be more mistaken if you were to be saying I desperately wished for an eagle to fly down and carve out my liver with its talons while I remain chained to a rock.
(Incidentally, you are on exceptionally thin ice here. Raise your standards, glowhoor. The extent to which you are projecting here is unnecessary, unflattering, and entirely inappropriate to the interests of amongst other people, myself.)
and that’s exactly what we should treat him like.
1. Who is this, "we"?
2. I don't think that you are in any position to be deciding what treatment of anyone should be like, least of all me, until you have gotten a better handle on how you should treat yourself.
3. The manner in which you have treated me thus far has been somewhat lacking in efficacy.
4. Look, whatever it takes to get you to funnel me the spell components I need to conduct my duly authorized research, that's fine with me. Do I even need a reason? I grow weary of these reindeer games.
5. I don't even know what the real Falkie was, and I have no particular reason to "want" anything.
Let me put it this way: it's not slander if it's true, and while there may be those who imagine that I have been slandering people, I don't seem to be penalized for it. Perhaps there is a list being tabulated. I don't really concern myself with it anymore, considering what I have learned in the last 18 months.
Consider yourself warned.
I wonder if he now has a morbidly obese girlfriend with a lazy eye? 🤔
Do you know who dosed the woman, and with what, and how much? Like, this is some pretty serious brain damage. Like, for real.
Now, listen up, ho-witch. It's been A YEAR AND A GODDAM HALF. Every fucking device I have is completely compromised. I have Feds crawling up my ass and down my cock 24/7. I don't need to hear any shit from you about "my girlfriend." You're my fucking girlfriend and my bottom bitch as far as I am concerned. I am obviously an integral component with several ongoing inquiries, in that I know things, and, I know how to get information out of Certain People that others....simply are not able to do.
This must be the case, because in no other way would anyone go to this much fucking trouble to set this bullshit up. It's fucking retarded, the entire goddam situation, and you might want to pay attention to what you're getting up to in here.
Tell you what. I've got half an hour of dead air space at the end of this 2 hour audio file I have been working on. I can tell I am already going to publish it. Oh, yeah.
There's plenty more I can say. I wouldn't want to leave anyone hanging. Who would do such a thing? Now, go on then. Try me.
JUST FUCK AND TRY IT. You don't even know the half of the shit I've got going on here, and you want to get involved a bit more, huh? Interesting notion, truly. I don't think you are at all aware of just how ignorant you are about certain areas that I know a great deal about. For example, I know EXACTLY what I am doing here tonight. And you never will.
I can tell someone else. I don't have to do it here, either. I don't have to do a goddam thing. Remember that.
Since you can hardly say the same. Also: this one here has verified that her messages and mail have been interdicted. Certainly, not the only person that is happening to.
Also claims to be getting phone calls from Texas. I am not fascinated. Do I give a shit? Nope. Not at all.
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this one here has verified that her messages and mail have been interdicted. [...] claims to be getting phone calls from Texas.
The phone is a bigger mess than mine are. This shouldn't be so surprising. In any event, I'm getting a lot of metadata through this timeline crux event.
If any of you had told me what you needed to know, or had done something other than steal from me and waste everyone's time, that would have been more to my preference.
"Where were you last year in the first week of May?"
"I don't remember."
I know. I can feel the intrigue in the air, thick with promise. A year and a half, and this is what it has all come down to. It's not sad, is it? I can't tell anymore, I have lost the capacity to feel human emotion. (Lucky you.) *whirr-clank*
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We’d better stop, or she’ll start her menstrual cycle and rush to the forum to rub her tits all over the threads! 😲
In order to not wear out my thumb scrolling through 2000 word (or more) unintelligible gib-rish posts from a certain habitual meth-amphetamine user, I have developed the following stategy:
For an AssGrab user whose posts I care to read (you, for instance) I "click" upon that user's name which takes me to their "profile page" where I then "click" upon the "show posts" option.
I find this greatly streamlines my AssGrab browsing experience of late.
If necessary, I can create an info-graphic later when I am home from work and have access to my photoshop program (this for any AssGrab user that may be on the Left Side of the Bell Curve: looking at you Doc, my speshul buddy!)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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In order to not wear out my thumb scrolling through 2000 word (or more) unintelligible gib-rish posts from a certain habitual meth-amphetamine user, I have developed the following stategy:
For an AssGrab user whose posts I care to read (you, for instance) I "click" upon that user's name which takes me to their "profile page" where I then "click" upon the "show posts" option.
I find this greatly streamlines my AssGrab browsing experience of late.
If necessary, I can create an info-graphic later when I am home from work and have access to my photoshop program (this for any AssGrab user that may be on the Left Side of the Bell Curve: looking at you Doc, my speshul buddy!)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
That’s pure projection on your part, Drinky Drunkerton. ;D
(https://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/05/26/article-2639696-1E33A66400000578-152_634x444.jpg)
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Do you so actually believe that you have any idea what I so desperately want? You couldn't be more mistaken if you were to be saying I desperately wished for an eagle to fly down and carve out my liver with its talons while I remain chained to a rock.
(Incidentally, you are on exceptionally thin ice here. Raise your standards, glowhoor. The extent to which you are projecting here is unnecessary, unflattering, and entirely inappropriate to the interests of amongst other people, myself.)
1. Who is this, "we"?
2. I don't think that you are in any position to be deciding what treatment of anyone should be like, least of all me, until you have gotten a better handle on how you should treat yourself.
3. The manner in which you have treated me thus far has been somewhat lacking in efficacy.
4. Look, whatever it takes to get you to funnel me the spell components I need to conduct my duly authorized research, that's fine with me. Do I even need a reason? I grow weary of these reindeer games.
5. I don't even know what the real Falkie was, and I have no particular reason to "want" anything.
Let me put it this way: it's not slander if it's true, and while there may be those who imagine that I have been slandering people, I don't seem to be penalized for it. Perhaps there is a list being tabulated. I don't really concern myself with it anymore, considering what I have learned in the last 18 months.
Consider yourself warned.
Do you know who dosed the woman, and with what, and how much? Like, this is some pretty serious brain damage. Like, for real.
Now, listen up, ho-witch. It's been A YEAR AND A GODDAM HALF. Every fucking device I have is completely compromised. I have Feds crawling up my ass and down my cock 24/7. I don't need to hear any shit from you about "my girlfriend." You're my fucking girlfriend and my bottom bitch as far as I am concerned. I am obviously an integral component with several ongoing inquiries, in that I know things, and, I know how to get information out of Certain People that others....simply are not able to do.
This must be the case, because in no other way would anyone go to this much fucking trouble to set this bullshit up. It's fucking retarded, the entire goddam situation, and you might want to pay attention to what you're getting up to in here.
Tell you what. I've got half an hour of dead air space at the end of this 2 hour audio file I have been working on. I can tell I am already going to publish it. Oh, yeah.
There's plenty more I can say. I wouldn't want to leave anyone hanging. Who would do such a thing? Now, go on then. Try me.
JUST FUCK AND TRY IT. You don't even know the half of the shit I've got going on here, and you want to get involved a bit more, huh? Interesting notion, truly. I don't think you are at all aware of just how ignorant you are about certain areas that I know a great deal about. For example, I know EXACTLY what I am doing here tonight. And you never will.
I can tell someone else. I don't have to do it here, either. I don't have to do a goddam thing. Remember that.
Since you can hardly say the same. Also: this one here has verified that her messages and mail have been interdicted. Certainly, not the only person that is happening to.
Also claims to be getting phone calls from Texas. I am not fascinated. Do I give a shit? Nope. Not at all.
We, me and the other people on the forum commenting on your lack of sanity. I think the only thing on “thin ice” here is your sanity.
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We, me and the other people on the forum
That's a lot of people to be counseling/exhorting, but, you are a Master, after all.
commenting on your lack of sanity.
The perceived lack and the actual lack would be two separable concepts in the matter, and, as such, ought to be addressed separately. To conflate the two isn't a sign of madness... but I am getting the impression here that you are too far in setting aside the "edge case" scenario, which in this case, happens to be the truth:
I'm not insane at all, and any concerns that my posts on this forum may be construed as indicative of my actual mental state in any legitimate sense are, simply put: not any concern of mine. Nor is there even a whiff of dismay detected in my complete lack of any flopsweat, nervous or otherwise. Your statement as in regards to any deficit in my ability to maintain an even keel in the midst of this puny stormfront is wholly one of your apperception and is wildly inaccurate, as well as, I must admit a tiny bit, mildly insulting.
In other words: what appears insane to the toddler is likely to be, for the sanity of an infant was too much to handle already.
I think the only thing on “thin ice” here is your sanity.
Then my agenda of misinforming the public has been a spectacular success. I'm uncertain why there is so much interest placed in the deliberate destruction of my mental stability, but as I came to understand quite quickly upon arriving here... gaslighting, bamboozling, and swindling is what happens on a regular basis in this community of uberspook edgelords. I am pleased as punch that I seem to be quite resilient to even the advanced tactics such as are often employed here.
I'm gonna put it to you bluntly: this front row seat to the great and secret showcase showdown has been worth every penny and every second spent in preparation and attention. You, yourself, don't even appear to be even tangentially aware of what is going on here with me (hint: I'm a volunteer), and I was frankly not aware that appearing to be sane was more important to me than actually... being sane. (The freedom that comes with my chosen career path is breathtaking, I assure you.) If I wanted to be known for being sane, I probably wouldn't have run around telling everyone that I was a Doctor Sourceror Knight-Paladin Titan, which insofar as being true, I mean yeah I guess, but was it "sane" to tell people that if I wanted to be taken seriously? Well, I didn't. I'm not sure about this latest upgrade myself in the first place. "Titan." Yeah, well, maybe when they need a substitute to drop in for someone calling in sick that day, but phenomenal cosmic power was not what I was planning on acquiring in this lifetime. Tell you what, you wanna be a Titan? Yeah, I bet you do; and I'd be insane to recommend the likes of you for the rank-up, that's for damn sure, lol.
I think that you have concluded that since I know who you are, I trust you. I don't either. I don't know who anyone is, and I don't trust anyone.... but G-d. Now, as you have no idea what I seek to accomplish nor have you any indication of how far I've come, nor how close I am to my next milestone goal, I'd say that all this attention paid to my perceived lack of sanity amounts to simply this: y'all just jelly.
I've had problems with my connectivity lately, so I am somewhat out of the loop when it comes to current events. There's no TV signal reception here. There's radio on my phone, and I bought a puny handheld one for "emergencies," but I'm well aware of the technology employed to hijack the broadcast signals and ensure that receivers only tune in to the "right" signal spectrum. (I <3 Radio, twerps.)
Long story short, just as none of you know what's going on in my head, I do not know what is going on in the larger world around me--the world that you presently hold your dominion sway upon. The difference between us is that you never remember this and I never forget: I know all there is to know when one knows nothing.
And I have no idea as to how anyone could have been so imbecilic as to let you deliberately piss me off to the degree that you have. I suppose now I am supposed to fly off into a rage, or swear eternal enmity and hostility, vow to seek revenge, et cetera, blah-blah-blah? Well, no, still not doing that. It must seem to you that might be an outcome worth working towards.
But you missed it. I already did that -- rage, hostility, vengeance -- and your lack of awareness that I have already accomplished, celebrated, and won that struggle is one of the most pleasant benefits of all. Even better: if someone had hoped that you and I were to destroy each other, well, hi, I'm a pacifist. As you and I never had a legitimate connection in the first place, you being annoying isn't going to upset any foundational structures already in place... I suppose this may come as a surprise to anyone who thought they knew anything about us, but I have *always* found you annoying, and I rather thought you felt the same.
You missed out by skipping the conversation you could have had. I missed nothing; it just took longer to get to where we were all going to go anyway. I'm not sure who that is going to disturb... hopefully not you, certainly not me, and everyone else can go hang for all I give a toss. So can you for, that matter--I seek to avoid disturbing you because you are tedious to address, not because I am overly concerned about your fee-fees getting ouchied.
I'm as insane, right now in this moment, as I am ever likely to ever be, and I am sure that is not enough for your exceptionally high maintenance requirements. Perhaps you could pick another target... perhaps one your own size. In any case, my spine is of far greater concern than my ability to reason sanely right now, my right shoulder is in an excruciating amount of pain, and as I only use opioids exceptionally sparingly, it could very well be that it is the radiculopathy agony I have become accustomed to enduring that keeps my mind sharp and keenly present in grounded reality.
I really don't know why I seem insane to you at all. Perhaps it is because, unlike you, I actually have a spine.
unintelligible
You find them to be that way because you are stupid, pate. Raise your standards, glowhoor--I don't lower my vibe for anyone, least of all the likes of Punylings such as yourself.
You have no power over me.
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In any event, I'm getting a lot of metadata through this timeline crux event.
I was told in no uncertain terms that I don't have "permission" to use the audio that I recorded in conversation with someone else... and I have no interest in giving someone an aneurysm, or a stroke, or an actual conniption. (Having seen one now... look, I won't lie, it was only "awesome" because I was there and able to defuse and divert the situation--otherwise, it was absolutely terrifying. I do not want to create another one; the potential liability may well be enormous if this chick goes full-the-fuck-on Lizzie Borden mode.) So I have to do some editing and think about what I've just learned through the mighty magic of... logical deduction.
I can say that it sure is obvious to me how eager you all have been to keep me in the dark, as well as, why you would want that... well, tough luck, Biscuit Bandits, I know more and more every day, and it is my destiny to unpuzzle many hidden secrets.
Don't think of me as an existential threat. Think of me as your future paramedic and first responder that you're financing my way through metaphysician school in a roundabout fashion. Call it a tax dodge. I don't give a shit, really. I'll explain more later.
In the meantime, just take it from me, real simple like: stay the fuck out of my way. #peace
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That's a lot of people to be counseling/exhorting, but, you are a Master, after all.
The perceived lack and the actual lack would be two separable concepts in the matter, and, as such, ought to be addressed separately. To conflate the two isn't a sign of madness... but I am getting the impression here that you are too far in setting aside the "edge case" scenario, which in this case, happens to be the truth:
I'm not insane at all, and any concerns that my posts on this forum may be construed as indicative of my actual mental state in any legitimate sense are, simply put: not any concern of mine. Nor is there even a whiff of dismay detected in my complete lack of any flopsweat, nervous or otherwise. Your statement as in regards to any deficit in my ability to maintain an even keel in the midst of this puny stormfront is wholly one of your apperception and is wildly inaccurate, as well as, I must admit a tiny bit, mildly insulting.
In other words: what appears insane to the toddler is likely to be, for the sanity of an infant was too much to handle already.
Then my agenda of misinforming the public has been a spectacular success. I'm uncertain why there is so much interest placed in the deliberate destruction of my mental stability, but as I came to understand quite quickly upon arriving here... gaslighting, bamboozling, and swindling is what happens on a regular basis in this community of uberspook edgelords. I am pleased as punch that I seem to be quite resilient to even the advanced tactics such as are often employed here.
I'm gonna put it to you bluntly: this front row seat to the great and secret showcase showdown has been worth every penny and every second spent in preparation and attention. You, yourself, don't even appear to be even tangentially aware of what is going on here with me (hint: I'm a volunteer), and I was frankly not aware that appearing to be sane was more important to me than actually... being sane. (The freedom that comes with my chosen career path is breathtaking, I assure you.) If I wanted to be known for being sane, I probably wouldn't have run around telling everyone that I was a Doctor Sourceror Knight-Paladin Titan, which insofar as being true, I mean yeah I guess, but was it "sane" to tell people that if I wanted to be taken seriously? Well, I didn't. I'm not sure about this latest upgrade myself in the first place. "Titan." Yeah, well, maybe when they need a substitute to drop in for someone calling in sick that day, but phenomenal cosmic power was not what I was planning on acquiring in this lifetime. Tell you what, you wanna be a Titan? Yeah, I bet you do; and I'd be insane to recommend the likes of you for the rank-up, that's for damn sure, lol.
I think that you have concluded that since I know who you are, I trust you. I don't either. I don't know who anyone is, and I don't trust anyone.... but G-d. Now, as you have no idea what I seek to accomplish nor have you any indication of how far I've come, nor how close I am to my next milestone goal, I'd say that all this attention paid to my perceived lack of sanity amounts to simply this: y'all just jelly.
I've had problems with my connectivity lately, so I am somewhat out of the loop when it comes to current events. There's no TV signal reception here. There's radio on my phone, and I bought a puny handheld one for "emergencies," but I'm well aware of the technology employed to hijack the broadcast signals and ensure that receivers only tune in to the "right" signal spectrum. (I <3 Radio, twerps.)
Long story short, just as none of you know what's going on in my head, I do not know what is going on in the larger world around me--the world that you presently hold your dominion sway upon. The difference between us is that you never remember this and I never forget: I know all there is to know when one knows nothing.
And I have no idea as to how anyone could have been so imbecilic as to let you deliberately piss me off to the degree that you have. I suppose now I am supposed to fly off into a rage, or swear eternal enmity and hostility, vow to seek revenge, et cetera, blah-blah-blah? Well, no, still not doing that. It must seem to you that might be an outcome worth working towards.
But you missed it. I already did that -- rage, hostility, vengeance -- and your lack of awareness that I have already accomplished, celebrated, and won that struggle is one of the most pleasant benefits of all. Even better: if someone had hoped that you and I were to destroy each other, well, hi, I'm a pacifist. As you and I never had a legitimate connection in the first place, you being annoying isn't going to upset any foundational structures already in place... I suppose this may come as a surprise to anyone who thought they knew anything about us, but I have *always* found you annoying, and I rather thought you felt the same.
You missed out by skipping the conversation you could have had. I missed nothing; it just took longer to get to where we were all going to go anyway. I'm not sure who that is going to disturb... hopefully not you, certainly not me, and everyone else can go hang for all I give a toss. So can you for, that matter--I seek to avoid disturbing you because you are tedious to address, not because I am overly concerned about your fee-fees getting ouchied.
I'm as insane, right now in this moment, as I am ever likely to ever be, and I am sure that is not enough for your exceptionally high maintenance requirements. Perhaps you could pick another target... perhaps one your own size. In any case, my spine is of far greater concern than my ability to reason sanely right now, my right shoulder is in an excruciating amount of pain, and as I only use opioids exceptionally sparingly, it could very well be that it is the radiculopathy agony I have become accustomed to enduring that keeps my mind sharp and keenly present in grounded reality.
I really don't know why I seem insane to you at all. Perhaps it is because, unlike you, I actually have a spine.
You find them to be that way because you are stupid, pate. Raise your standards, glowhoor--I don't lower my vibe for anyone, least of all the likes of Punylings such as yourself.
You have no power over me.
Oh, what bullshit... Do you really think we think you just posted something poignant and eye-opening here?
(Ted Bundy stops axe murdering for ten minutes, folks... Maybe he's better now?)
We don't question your sanity for the nonsensical posts you make; that's where we question your actual intelligence, aspirations, and life path.
The questions regarding your sanity arise from the regularity with which you post, podcast, or just plain talk at all, which have us raising our eyebrows.
It's not like it's a little nuts with a side of humor; it's full-throttle garbage to nowhere at all times.
I worked twelve hours today. You have all the free time in the world, Jacko. You're squandering it.
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Do you really think we think
In fact: no.
we question your actual intelligence, aspirations, and life path.
If you wanted to know the truth about that kind of thing, you should have... simply asked me directly. No data-harvesting algorithm formed against me shall ever prosper.
The distinction between lawful and unlawful surveillance is an extraordinarily important one, and this is seemingly a lesson you have yet to fully absorb.
The questions regarding your sanity arise from the regularity with which you post, podcast, or just plain talk at all, which have us raising our eyebrows.
I don't operate under the same ruleset that you do. I am a Doctor Sourceror Knight-Paladin. You are a plumber.
You have a mommy that is still alive who you choose to honor and respect. I have a mommy that is dead; and because I also chose honor and respect — and have and am, doing so brilliantly — I get certain otherworldly benefits, as she continues to pay my bills from beyond the grave.
I don't give a shit if that sounds crazy to anyone. I didn't come to this life in order to persuade Punylings to believe the truth — I came to live my Truth, and to destroy the Illusion of Separation.
Frankly, I would love to be running my yap for audio broadcast a lot more often! Yet, these things need to be coordinated. Such coordination is made more challenging when a bunch of ignorant bumblefucks lie about mission-critical details for years, thinking an ignorant Jackstar is a more readily manipulable force with less agency to contend with.
In fact, the opposite is the case. If there is information I need to know, I will get that information. Full stop. Deliberately misleading me simply gives me extra information about who doesn't consider me worth any expenditures of common decency and respect, and brings the focus of my attention to bear on what I didn't even know was incredibly interesting.
There is a simple method to employ when one wishes me to keep information confidential: ask me to. I don't automatically know what is supposed to be “private,” because no one ever respected my privacy in such a way. Nor do I deliberately tell people mistruths and tell them not to spread it around, knowing that they will.
That's bush league tradecraft. I can do better, and I have, because I must. I don't have a secret gang of toadies and flunkies to rely on. Sometimes, I wish I did, but other than being in alignment with certain Authorities and being respected in certain rarefied circles, I am completely interdependent with a lot of society’s institutions that most find themselves locked into a master-servant relationship with.
Speaking of “eyebrow raising,” here is a good example: my income taxes are paid... but I don't file a return. The reason why is simply this: I don't fucking have to. Now, this sounds like lunacy to most, or an unattainable pipe dream for many, but in fact it's quite elegant... once one were to know what I know.
People don't know what I know, mostly for just two reasons: they don't ask, and they don't listen.
it's full-throttle garbage to nowhere at all times.
To you, it's supposed to, but — with The Key — one easily unlocks Our knowledge. Maybe you should apply for a refund.
I worked twelve hours today.
Okay, Wagie; God bless you.
You have all the free time in the world, Jacko.
There is absolutely nothing about my time that is free, Kato. Every man has a master. Mine simply doesn't require me to plumb.
You're squandering it.
Actually, it is The Court that is squandering it. I've spent the last eighteen months figuring out what the fuck is going on, what the fuck to do about it, and how am I ever gonna be able to justify suppressing the perfectly rational desire to track all of you imbecilic lying bitch-assed moron cunting fuckheads down, haul your asses out of your mangy spider-holes, and start beating on your corporeal bodies with a rubber truncheon, one by one, until money starts pouring out like you were jackpots in Vegas. I don't even need the money. I think I'd just like to hear the sounds of all those asspennies clink-bouncing off the payment and I'd love to leave your cash in the gutters for the hoi polloi to pilfer through while you all learned how to walk again after all these years of belly-slithering.
Don't think I couldn't do it; I wouldn't, but it's not like I'm married to the pacifism thing. Plenty of paladins go with a sniper rifle these days. But it's not my continued commitment to the winningest battlefield strategy ever devised that has kept me on a course of non-violent, nearly clinical detachment...
It is because I know now, that none of you knew not what you were really doing, nor did any of you know, just how many Vampire Lords had placed Federal officials under their hypnotic spell. Now, I know that seems impossible, haha, “Vampire Lord's,” what a ridiculous concept, more signs of insanity, right?
Let's just leave some things left to the imagination, Brother. Meanwhile, Buffy and I remain at the mercy of The Court — there's an EMERGENCY until they say there is not, and after asking politely and being ignored... well, I probably wouldn't have squandered my time any less had I been down allowed to do whatever it was I thought I was gonna do before I saved her life and my own by cancelling The Asset’s self-destruct sequence.
I still don't know how many there were, or are left, but I also don't know where that Eldritch blade came from, where it is now, or if I will ever be allowed to see them again. I don't even know if I saved anyone but myself from being blamed for their deaths — and I'm still on the hook for Assault IV; twice. I don't even know how many were there that night, as it could have been as many as four. /shrug
Things did not go as planned for the opposing forces, especially as... I didn't know any of this next level spookshow business before that Christmas Eve. But I do know now, at least, why that Deputy was visiblly terrified when he took me into custody... alone, literally shaking in his boots with the whites of his senpaku eyes rolling in his head. Why the fuck he was arresting me on sight in the first place is still a mystery to me, and probably always will be, as I am not any kind of law enforcement officer at all, and police business is exactly that; certainly none of mine.
I do know why he was afraid, though: he had zero backup and I am an absolute badass.
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No, it’s what you turn your girlfriend into when you’re too much a pussy to deliver the goods and have to send her into the arms of a dirty, old Jew to do it for you.
Wow, we really need to talk. Try not to make any more important decisions until we do, Fishmommy — you are wildly off-base, off-res, off-book, off-target, off-brand... really, you've never looked hotter than you do in this post.
Unfortunately, this isn't a beauty contest. For you. Note; I can negotiate with your representative if that is preferable. In any case I'm not ready publish anything that touches on these issues yet, so, aren't we all delighted that I haven't hired a lawyer, sought mental health treatment, called the police, or squealed to the Feds? I know I am.
I have so precious few resources left to squander after the ransacking. I gotta take care, as so many of you also should have done as well.
¿Sad‽
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In fact: no.
If you wanted to know the truth about that kind of thing, you should have... simply asked me directly. No data-harvesting algorithm formed against me shall ever prosper.
The distinction between lawful and unlawful surveillance is an extraordinarily important one, and this is seemingly a lesson you have yet to fully absorb.
I don't operate under the same ruleset that you do. I am a Doctor Sourceror Knight-Paladin. You are a plumber.
You have a mommy that is still alive who you choose to honor and respect. I have a mommy that is dead; and because I also chose honor and respect — and have and am, doing so brilliantly — I get certain otherworldly benefits, as she continues to pay my bills from beyond the grave.
I don't give a shit if that sounds crazy to anyone. I didn't come to this life in order to persuade Punylings to believe the truth — I came to live my Truth, and to destroy the Illusion of Separation.
Frankly, I would love to be running my yap for audio broadcast a lot more often! Yet, these things need to be coordinated. Such coordination is made more challenging when a bunch of ignorant bumblefucks lie about mission-critical details for years, thinking an ignorant Jackstar is a more readily manipulable force with less agency to contend with.
In fact, the opposite is the case. If there is information I need to know, I will get that information. Full stop. Deliberately misleading me simply gives me extra information about who doesn't consider me worth any expenditures of common decency and respect, and brings the focus of my attention to bear on what I didn't even know was incredibly interesting.
There is a simple method to employ when one wishes me to keep information confidential: ask me to. I don't automatically know what is supposed to be “private,” because no one ever respected my privacy in such a way. Nor do I deliberately tell people mistruths and tell them not to spread it around, knowing that they will.
That's bush league tradecraft. I can do better, and I have, because I must. I don't have a secret gang of toadies and flunkies to rely on. Sometimes, I wish I did, but other than being in alignment with certain Authorities and being respected in certain rarefied circles, I am completely interdependent with a lot of society’s institutions that most find themselves locked into a master-servant relationship with.
Speaking of “eyebrow raising,” here is a good example: my income taxes are paid... but I don't file a return. The reason why is simply this: I don't fucking have to. Now, this sounds like lunacy to most, or an unattainable pipe dream for many, but in fact it's quite elegant... once one were to know what I know.
People don't know what I know, mostly for just two reasons: they don't ask, and they don't listen.
To you, it's supposed to, but — with The Key — one easily unlocks Our knowledge. Maybe you should apply for a refund.
Okay, Wagie; God bless you.
There is absolutely nothing about my time that is free, Kato. Every man has a master. Mine simply doesn't require me to plumb.
Actually, it is The Court that is squandering it. I've spent the last eighteen months figuring out what the fuck is going on, what the fuck to do about it, and how am I ever gonna be able to justify suppressing the perfectly rational desire to track all of you imbecilic lying bitch-assed moron cunting fuckheads down, haul your asses out of your mangy spider-holes, and start beating on your corporeal bodies with a rubber truncheon, one by one, until money starts pouring out like you were jackpots in Vegas. I don't even need the money. I think I'd just like to hear the sounds of all those asspennies clink-bouncing off the payment and I'd love to leave your cash in the gutters for the hoi polloi to pilfer through while you all learned how to walk again after all these years of belly-slithering.
Don't think I couldn't do it; I wouldn't, but it's not like I'm married to the pacifism thing. Plenty of paladins go with a sniper rifle these days. But it's not my continued commitment to the winningest battlefield strategy ever devised that has kept me on a course of non-violent, nearly clinical detachment...
It is because I know now, that none of you knew not what you were really doing, nor did any of you know, just how many Vampire Lords had placed Federal officials under their hypnotic spell. Now, I know that seems impossible, haha, “Vampire Lord's,” what a ridiculous concept, more signs of insanity, right?
Let's just leave some things left to the imagination, Brother. Meanwhile, Buffy and I remain at the mercy of The Court — there's an EMERGENCY until they say there is not, and after asking politely and being ignored... well, I probably wouldn't have squandered my time any less had I been down allowed to do whatever it was I thought I was gonna do before I saved her life and my own by cancelling The Asset’s self-destruct sequence.
I still don't know how many there were, or are left, but I also don't know where that Eldritch blade came from, where it is now, or if I will ever be allowed to see them again. I don't even know if I saved anyone but myself from being blamed for their deaths — and I'm still on the hook for Assault IV; twice. I don't even know how many were there that night, as it could have been as many as four. /shrug
Things did not go as planned for the opposing forces, especially as... I didn't know any of this next level spookshow business before that Christmas Eve. But I do know now, at least, why that Deputy was visiblly terrified when he took me into custody... alone, literally shaking in his boots with the whites of his senpaku eyes rolling in his head. Why the fuck he was arresting me on sight in the first place is still a mystery to me, and probably always will be, as I am not any kind of law enforcement officer at all, and police business is exactly that; certainly none of mine.
I do know why he was afraid, though: he had zero backup and I am an absolute badass.
Nah, that little alarm inside your head that’s supposed to inform you when you're being a worthless douchebag is broken.
Maybe you should get a refu-... Oh, that's why mommy created the trust to pay your bills beyond the grave! 💩
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you're being a worthless douchebag
I'm not supposed to be worth anything to the likes of you and your ilk, you belligerent fucker! You had your chance to be a part of my burgeoning empire, now being constructed from the ashes of the paradigm that existed before the COVID Apocalypse left your world rent asunder. How the fuck you think I owe you anything, let alone respect, or even answers, is a goddam mystery to me. You got to steal my smoker, isn't that enough plunder for a shitbag pirate like you? Go barbeque at a cookout and remember who beat you back without even knowing you were an adversary, and if you care to take another shot at the title, do it like a real man would, you cunty little bitch: hire Don King.
Next time you think you're so goddam on the ball, check your base assumptions. I am not a fan of your attitude, I don't approve of your choices, and if you think any of this is simply too implausible to be believed, well, that's fuckin' fine with me, Fuckface. Get a new hobby and find some other orphan to pummel and threaten for your lunch money.
You have no power over me, and, more importantly: you have no style. You hung me out to dry and wandered off to go pursue other interests while blocking my calls and talking mad shit about me behind the scenes with the rest of your fuckheaded accomplices. Do you actually imagine that I give a shit about your concerns, needs, or personal beliefs as in regards to how things are going? lol, I bet you do. Go eat a dick, Coonhound.
mommy created the trust to pay your bills
Her lawyer created the trust after he spoke to her husband and her son. He thought it would be the best for her wishes to be carried out after she died. I rather think he was correct, although I was a bit skeptical, and my father was more than a little dubious. (As a Pisces, he was a cheap bastard and, I am sure, thought that it was a waste of money. He was so, so wrong.) The Trust, in fact, does not pay -my- bills... it pays what is required by law to do... uh, whatever.
I'm not very clear -intentionally, you understand-- on how it all works. For example, it doesn't pay for my Internet connectivity... which isn't really a necessity for life, now is it? Listen you, I don't know why you have your nose crawling up my ass all up in my business anyway, you arrogant Texan douchebag. What the fuck do you fucking care? Go back to wrenching shitpipes, Super Mario; I don't give a fuck if it makes sense to you. Blow.
beyond the grave! 💩
This fuckin' g*y. All jelly; absolutely no toast.
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I'm not supposed to be worth anything to the likes of you and your ilk, you belligerent fucker! You had your chance to be a part of my burgeoning empire, now being constructed from the ashes of the paradigm that existed before the COVID Apocalypse left your world rent asunder. How the fuck you think I owe you anything, let alone respect, or even answers, is a goddam mystery to me. You got to steal my smoker, isn't that enough plunder for a shitbag pirate like you? Go barbeque at a cookout and remember who beat you back without even knowing you were an adversary, and if you care to take another shot at the title, do it like a real man would, you cunty little bitch: hire Don King.
Next time you think you're so goddam on the ball, check your base assumptions. I am not a fan of your attitude, I don't approve of your choices, and if you think any of this is simply too implausible to be believed, well, that's fuckin' fine with me, Fuckface. Get a new hobby and find some other orphan to pummel and threaten for your lunch money.
You have no power over me, and, more importantly: you have no style. You hung me out to dry and wandered off to go pursue other interests while blocking my calls and talking mad shit about me behind the scenes with the rest of your fuckheaded accomplices. Do you actually imagine that I give a shit about your concerns, needs, or personal beliefs as in regards to how things are going? lol, I bet you do. Go eat a dick, Coonhound.
Her lawyer created the trust after he spoke to her husband and her son. He thought it would be the best for her wishes to be carried out after she died. I rather think he was correct, although I was a bit skeptical, and my father was more than a little dubious. (As a Pisces, he was a cheap bastard and, I am sure, thought that it was a waste of money. He was so, so wrong.) The Trust, in fact, does not pay -my- bills... it pays what is required by law to do... uh, whatever.
I'm not very clear -intentionally, you understand-- on how it all works. For example, it doesn't pay for my Internet connectivity... which isn't really a necessity for life, now is it? Listen you, I don't know why you have your nose crawling up my ass all up in my business anyway, you arrogant Texan douchebag. What the fuck do you fucking care? Go back to wrenching shitpipes, Super Mario; I don't give a fuck if it makes sense to you. Blow.
This fuckin' g*y. All jelly; absolutely no toast.
(https://i.imgflip.com/49xd92.jpg?a467016)
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I'm not supposed to be worth anything to the likes of you and your ilk, you belligerent fucker! You had your chance to be a part of my burgeoning empire, now being constructed from the ashes of the paradigm that existed before the COVID Apocalypse left your world rent asunder. How the fuck you think I owe you anything, let alone respect, or even answers, is a goddam mystery to me. You got to steal my smoker, isn't that enough plunder for a shitbag pirate like you? Go barbeque at a cookout and remember who beat you back without even knowing you were an adversary, and if you care to take another shot at the title, do it like a real man would, you cunty little bitch: hire Don King.
Next time you think you're so goddam on the ball, check your base assumptions. I am not a fan of your attitude, I don't approve of your choices, and if you think any of this is simply too implausible to be believed, well, that's fuckin' fine with me, Fuckface. Get a new hobby and find some other orphan to pummel and threaten for your lunch money.
You have no power over me, and, more importantly: you have no style. You hung me out to dry and wandered off to go pursue other interests while blocking my calls and talking mad shit about me behind the scenes with the rest of your fuckheaded accomplices. Do you actually imagine that I give a shit about your concerns, needs, or personal beliefs as in regards to how things are going? lol, I bet you do. Go eat a dick, Coonhound.
Her lawyer created the trust after he spoke to her husband and her son. He thought it would be the best for her wishes to be carried out after she died. I rather think he was correct, although I was a bit skeptical, and my father was more than a little dubious. (As a Pisces, he was a cheap bastard and, I am sure, thought that it was a waste of money. He was so, so wrong.) The Trust, in fact, does not pay -my- bills... it pays what is required by law to do... uh, whatever.
I'm not very clear -intentionally, you understand-- on how it all works. For example, it doesn't pay for my Internet connectivity... which isn't really a necessity for life, now is it? Listen you, I don't know why you have your nose crawling up my ass all up in my business anyway, you arrogant Texan douchebag. What the fuck do you fucking care? Go back to wrenching shitpipes, Super Mario; I don't give a fuck if it makes sense to you. Blow.
This fuckin' g*y. All jelly; absolutely no toast.
Whatever, dude.
-Just Telling It Like It Is-
Your function is all dissociative because you're too shallow and too much of a pussy to take a proper introspective evaluation of yourself.
Hence the compensating, your grandiose hubris, and the need to keep up the facade.
Bro, you got no 🐄 🔔
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Attention Helpmates: There's a quorum of flies here looking for their Lord. I promised to pass the message along--and then flipped the switches that turn this haunted church into a gas chamber. 90% kill rate; the windowsills are becoming ski slopes as their tiny corpses continue to accumulate. You're welcome.
https://youtu.be/bKGzsAAFhzE
https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1649881686413574145
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https://youtu.be/117DL9SU-y8
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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In order to not wear out my thumb scrolling through 2000 word (or more) unintelligible gib-rish posts from a certain habitual meth-amphetamine user, I have developed the following stategy:
For an AssGrab user whose posts I care to read (you, for instance) I "click" upon that user's name which takes me to their "profile page" where I then "click" upon the "show posts" option.
I find this greatly streamlines my AssGrab browsing experience of late.
If necessary, I can create an info-graphic later when I am home from work and have access to my photoshop program (this for any AssGrab user that may be on the Left Side of the Bell Curve: looking at you Doc, my speshul buddy!)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
I'll keep that in mind but for the most part; I don't mind the rubbernecking.🧐
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1650319701782966273
https://youtu.be/BPU5uMzXZJM
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1650319701782966273
https://youtu.be/BPU5uMzXZJM
It might interesting if Jack paid some attention to his chatroom.
(https://i.postimg.cc/Ls85BrdC/Screenshot-from-2023-04-24-01-56-56.png) (https://postimages.org/)
A howling of werewolves waiting.
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It might interesting if Jack paid some attention to his chatroom.
(https://i.postimg.cc/Ls85BrdC/Screenshot-from-2023-04-24-01-56-56.png)
A howling of werewolves waiting.
That is a gray piloting a MIB Time Corps agent. I have already contacted that individual and am proceeding as instructed in alignment with my own recognizance.
I have no reason to rush headlong into more information being revealed. I am not in search of the attentions that are imagined.
DO YOU LIKE MY GODDAM AUDIO OR NOT? ANSWER ME YOU HOOOOOOOOOOOR *click*
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That is a gray piloting a MIB Time Corps agent. I have already contacted that individual and am proceeding as instructed in alignment with my own recognizance.
I have no reason to rush headlong into more information being revealed. I am not in search of the attentions that are imagined.
Improving, but there needs more tête-à-tête.
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Improving, but there needs more tête-à-tête.
$30 million exclusive two-year contract.
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DO YOU LIKE MY GODDAM AUDIO OR NOT? ANSWER ME...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9o7LPaMqFP8
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hxxps://youtu.be/117DL9SU-y8
I never worked at a box factory, bub.
The rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1650687305932472320
5mwJ - 24Apr24 - Death By Kefir
https://youtu.be/9-v8oH-9skc
Chloe picked the wrong week to quit re-tasking the satellites.
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Oh look. A new "podcast" I'm not gonna listen to just dropped.
How exciting!
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1650800838628249600
https://youtu.be/L5hD-LY7w1Y
https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1650994618979450881
Wow, it's really an hour this time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hc9ORaZvf-M
I can't go out tonight. I have to work.
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I can't go out tonight. I have to work.
CONFIRMED: Event is cancelled. Blame the drinker.
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CONFIRMED: Event is cancelled. Blame the drinker.
I quit drinking, retard.. Only a massive douche like yourself would insult an “author's” material in the same breath you request permission to use it. Then, guilt-trip your nonexistent audience with the cancellation upon consent denial.
You're worse than a toxic woman.
Get a facial or something, Michelle.
#Gay
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I quit drinking, retard.. Only a massive douche like yourself would insult an “author's” material in the same breath you request permission to use it. Then, guilt-trip your nonexistent audience with the cancellation upon consent denial.
You're worse than a toxic woman.
Get a facial or something, Michelle.
#Gay
You blew it! ::)
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You blew it! ::)
Every opportunity to stir the pot, eh, Trollda?
Like you'd even listen. ::)
Besides, his intent was to see if I wanted him to do it. It was never about his gay show, anyways.
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Every opportunity to stir the pot, eh, Trollda?
Like you'd even listen. ::)
Besides, his intent was to see if I wanted him to do it. It was never about his gay show, anyways.
LOL! JK, I couldn’t help myself. Who cares?! It just would’ve been more ravings of a madman.
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LOL! JK, I couldn’t help myself. Who cares?! It just would’ve been more ravings of a madman.
Classic, Trollda! 😉
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cancelled
(https://bing.com/th/id/R.9eb44af6a8d7bb5ce45fca3e50b860bf?rik=LsP6qnYUB6WwlA&riu=http%3a%2f%2f38.media.tumblr.com%2faed287c155cbd189439142c466f67994%2ftumblr_mjm8v0aD081s8rxyao5_400.gif&ehk=yQmXmTMZuMZLwGN6HeybmfF3NRH4h2lyiTqAEMG%2fsAU%3d&risl=&pid=ImgRaw&r=0)
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1651329167865286657
5mwJ - 26Apr23 - Smash My Which Up
https://youtu.be/P0GFD4XFIME
I quit drinking, retard..
Prove it.
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Prove it.
Prove your sanity.
(https://i.imgur.com/RNZggwr.gif)
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Prove your sanity.
Are you ready for Thunderdome, Handsome?
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Are you ready for Thunderdome, Handsome?
You mean this...👇🏻
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You mean this...👇🏻
No… I mean publishing all our conversations from Instagram. The ones you already gave me permission to use.
You ready? I’m ready. Do you need to score some dope first? Let us know.
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No… I mean publishing all our conversations from Instagram. The ones you already gave me permission to use.
You ready? I’m ready. Do you need to score some dope first? Let us know.
Who would stoop that low? Oh yeah, you...
I never gave you permission to publish shit.
You really get off on this kind of shit don't you?
Dude, you have zero integrity.
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Who would stoop that low? Oh yeah, you...
I never gave you permission to publish shit.
You really get off on this kind of shit don't you?
Dude, you have zero integrity.
Less than. He’s also the same guy who pimped out his GF to a dirty, old Jew. ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJygTz0gB6g
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Less than. He’s also the same guy who pimped out his GF to a dirty, old Jew. ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJygTz0gB6g
He's held releasing our private conversations and or doxxing me over my head for well over a year now.
What a mind-fuck it is to look back over the years to a time when I thought he was highly intelligent, warm, and unique.
He's become such a petty, sad, and hateful person.
Maybe he always was, hence the mind-fuck of it all.
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He's held releasing our private conversations and or doxxing me over my head for well over a year now.
What a mind-fuck it is to look back over the years to a time when I thought he was highly intelligent, warm, and unique.
He's become such a petty, sad, and hateful person.
Maybe he always was, hence the mind-fuck of it all.
And to think that I was going to co-produce a Broadway musical partially based on his life. ::)
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I never gave you permission to publish shit.
The Instagram archive contains you actually making the statement. “I agree.” Where I live, in the real world, that's a binding verbal agreement. Eat s***, CowSTuD.
You really get off on this kind of shit don't you?
No. I don't know what it'll take to get me off.
Dude, you have zero integrity.
That's really just your opinion, GUILTY TEXAS BOY.
Less than. He’s also the same guy who pimped out his GF to a dirty, old Jew. ;)
You got me all wrong here. Where do you get your information from, Christmas stockings? Or do you stuff your whole fat head into the Thanksgiving bird and run around making prognostications while football plays in the back?
You also claimed that I posted private pictures. You know... you're really bad at being correct. Do you just make s*** up? Is that what you're doing? Or is there some spin doctor with his hand rammed up your ass like a puppet making you mouth these ridiculous claims?
One of you needs to sober up, and the other one needs to score some dope. You probably both need an update on your Rx.
You're also both unconscionably just plain rude. Is this what passes for manners down there? It barely, doesn't.
Don't you cigar-smoking drunkards have any respect for yourselves? I just can't even.
He's become such a petty, sad, and hateful person.
It's interesting that you would see someone holding you to account in such a way.
And to think that I was going to co-produce
You can't even pay my phone bill.
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You can't even pay my phone bill.
It’s all those sex chat calls of yours. Few could contend.
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It’s all those sex chat calls of yours.
Chaff.
Few could contend.
The point of the exercise was to winnow the field to One. How this ended up with me sitting here with 4 phones and not one goddam friend is the present enigma.
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The Instagram archive contains you actually making the statement. “I agree.” Where I live, in the real world, that's a binding verbal agreement. Eat s***, CowSTuD.
Telling you that I agree to one specific audio track (A Year Or More Ago) doesn't quantify an agreement to release the entire archive. Of course, you understand that as much now as you did then.
You intend to publicly cherry-pick my past statements in the hopes of pissing me off over some loathsome satisfaction of unabashed dominance over me.
This forum wasn't intended so one could rally troops in support of or market threats to doxxing or privacy breaches.
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Are you ready for Thunderdome, Handsome?
https://youtu.be/3f18oWloVNA
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Consider who I was made for, lol@U
https://youtu.be/Lid9hDiE6-0
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1655402978021642240
I still haven't watched Westworld and I have waited for this moment for even longer than that. *fwoom*
https://youtu.be/7TdTzXvj8FI
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You intend to publicly cherry-pick my past statements in the hopes of pissing me off
You intend to convince me that you are, in fact relevant at all. You have zero jurisdiction. Blow.
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You have zero jurisdiction. Blow.
https://www.youtube.com/live/S5-O6wQq2Xo?feature=share
It's possible that someone may have gained some jurisdiction in a related matter. I am dealing enduring.
Email: sent twice
content: two hour sleaze-fest has 29 hits
SUBSTANCE ABUSE PROBLEM: I have yet to receive anything #official from anyone but a paragggggggay gigg-giggs (The Army of The Totalitarian Lesbos Lovers Who Really Do Not Know Jack Orshite Orlean About Love is on the march) and I actually may be forced to do some drugs in order to maintain parallel timeline cohesion. No problem for me.
Grapefruit: ABSOLUT ZEROTH
KUMQUAT: absolute sneero
papiyaya: Processing plant: On-Line (stealth).
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1. Relax. This woman isn't describing our exact timeline. Even if she were? It changed as soon as I dropped the link. When you hear her sound alarmed and she begins to shriek? Just imagine dingbats. YOU master your OWN world, which is the world created by your perception of reality. And in your perceptions, it has been determined thusly: JACKS STAR PEE PULL, LOOKS LIKE ASS, TASTES LIKE CINDERS. Your experience would be nothing your perception of it now, as the timeline I am on is a new addition, and until a person is actually on it... it looks like nothing at all to anyone on first glimpse. (Usually.)
2. The future is not set. It is Eternal. The future does not change ever. Neither does the past. What changes is our experience of it. This is key. I am not asking for anyone, not a one of you, to suffer because of any obligation. I don't want your suffering any more than I want you to cockblock me. But to bring a person along with me at all, is to make a hole in their previous future path, which is the same as it was when I was Upgraded in 2020, and everything changed that day, in ways I cannot imagine. I am -not- a god. I don't even have supermagick powers. (Hackneyed.) But what I do have is a unique and priceless perspective. And to all of you, it is insanity. To me, it is my life, that I am remolding to suit my needs. It doesn't have to be a nightmare. For you.
3. I'm not here to cause harm, nor to ignore suffering. I am not the harbinger of your doom, you twits--and, I never can be. Because I am Singularity in and of myself. I'm a Sourceror--an Error that should not exist, attributable to Source. As long as I am important to God and Love --signs point to this enduring for some time to come, I Love My Life And All Within It, and I did before I became the bomb-diggity, so I am unlikely to give up on Me, ever-- The Universe will draw power from Galactic Central Sun to whatever and any and all extent required in order to enable my life to move forward through what is a new contextual Reality... one that did not exist before I essentially created My Self anew. (Damn do I sound sexy or what? Yea. Say "what.") This is why there's only one Sourceror around at a time, and if another kind of error results like the one that brought me to this state of being... God sends the extant Man in that role, on ahead to the new error, and then God takes over the role of me where I was. I cannot replace God, but God, I'm sensing, loves to pose as Me.
4. Some of you are waking up today in a world just like your yesterday, but in that world, I'm still a mouthbreathing dolt, and when I woke up and embraced the offer made to me by God, in a dream I didn't remember, I went along into a new branching path from before, and in that reality, it was me, just like the other where a tulpa of me stayed be hind... and it was either me on autopilot, or it was a volunteer. I was not aware of this then. I just woke up, high as balls, which didn't usually happen. For all I know some potion was poured into me as I slept. But it is reasonable for any of your to think of me as sounding like some kind of crazed nutter. (You let me worry about that, Bell Labs Lifeguard, oh, thanks for the sudden concern.) Besides, sometimes I'll say wild shit just to see if I can get an iris to open further. I just like the sound it makes.
5. I will not make choices and move forward in action until I am confident that the results of my action will be beneficial to ALL. I mean, ALL OF LIFE. Not your house and forget your neighbor. Not my mother without my father. Not my mother's sister's fatter, drunkard son without his dead brother AND his tulpa living brother benefiting. I actually like them. I don't care to ruin their lives. They didn't even know what they did to mine. And why would I not want someone to do better? The only answer is F.E.A.R.: false evidence appearing real. And none of this would be so tricky if so many of us here were not, actual-for-serious, fucked-off MK-ULTRA personnel. Assets. Technologists. Technomancers. Tak! Tak! Tak! And to all of you, I am more terrifying than all those phantoms put together.
Because you know that some people get upset about being called out. Well, tough. Some people get upset about being held incommunicado while you enjoy lording your superiority over some poor sap. Like me. It has gotten so you think it's even acceptable or encouraging behavior, to act like a d-bag. Well, it's not.
Thing are going to be fine--it is, in fact, why a Sourceror spawned when I happily said "TAKE ME TO..." oh, I didn't say that then. Just an example. And truth-telling can really help someone like me, who has been lied to for years. And the reason is, someone doesn't want to be charged with more murder.
They are desperately afraid. They know I am slightly trepidation, and while I never did it before? Maybe I do it on a whim? (I can. Boo!) See, they don't like that joke. Spooks don't think Casper is funny? Funny, I don't think most geists and ghosts and spiritual apparitions are "spooks." I thought that was a living person who acted as though they are dead. But they're not, they have simply been elevated to Deadlife, usually alone, usually just a quick picture.
Skipping those details for now... look, I don't want anyone to be upset about because at this point, I really am quite extra potent. And I don't mind living in a closed cell-dimesionary bubble. As long as SI know it's not "real" and the sever has power... it's a lonely Matrix, but, that's really God, yes.
/me kicks the PC with the Matrix served from it into the incinerator.
That wasn't to prove anything to you. I was asked to do it and have learned not to argue. And I have expressed this guarantee: I won't leave you hanging. (Why would I?) You'll get used to it... because in this stasis area, population is expected to be ALL or just One. Or whatever. This is easy for me to choose my experience of because I learned how three years ago, and it was the first day mastered.
Meanwhile, you lot are sweating your legal fees. *polite_cough* Look, I'm not your enemy, fren(s). I will find a way forward that works for everyone and I';m not cutting out your past anyway.
I am taking all your alternate timelines for myself and its exclusive future use. You won't even fucking notice! Oh but you're instinctively afraid of what the Big Brain on BRAAAAAAPS has going on, it could be exact same? But still unease because her flesh is still in flux. It goes away. You get used to it. Pro-biotic links are important to thinking. And here I am, happy to miss my rendezvous so you could make yours.
I won't lie: this is some tasty intel.
How this whole "tarot divination on YouTube works thing" thing is able to function, well, I'm unclear. I suspect one person who would very capable of explaining it would Dames. Or his understudy. Laugh all you like, the man is a legitimate expert in his field, and fields of study that are laughed at are regularly found to be of practical value.
It is my hope that my posts are found that way. I cannot stress this enough: this is a timeline crux period, which is a fancy way of saying, the only way out is through. For example: take my wife's wedding ring! please! now... put it on the cat.
We spent weeks on that maneuver. Hell, parts of it was fun. Do you know why? Because she was there to get me jammed up, and I knew this... and I also felt that if I was not willing to present myself as if I yearned to be with her... well, she didn't care about me at all when in Dope Slav Mode, and the effect of the chemicals can be very pronounced.
I figured, the devil one knows over the one that one does not. Did do I any good, though? Well... she caught a charge (I think) while trying to frame me, and I learned a lot, and... sigh. I really don't know.
I do know that the younglings would notice if I just... vanished for no obvious reason, and then history would be re-written, and as long as I didn't think about how I would never see the one that liked me ever again (I didn't know how easy it was to reprogram her like a VCR+ and the notion revolts me regardless), it was actually quite fun. Because she was totes off her nut. I don't know how they got her so agitated.
Nor why she couldn't just tell me. I think the plan was for her to play along as long as it took for me to catch my own charge. Except...
Hi. I'm Jack. I don't catch charges. I flaunt them. The notion seemed to always be, for everyone else, that I had something to hide. Some job to lose. Some oath to break. Some guarantee to neglect. Some bloodsworn oath to repudiate.
I just don't get it, honestly, but the woman who came back from D was legit fucked up. Much amaze. Totes shock. Utter flab. Brrr, ghast. Ted? Dead, now ghosted. I honestly didn't believe she didn't know what the playbook was. So I think she was frontin'.
At least until I didn't behave as expected, i.e. "guilty." Of what? Oh, you don't love me now? Okay, have fun with who you think you've been talking to. At least seven Rubini players. It was software. Impressive. She eventually used it too. I instantly saw through it. Should have played dumb?
Fuck that noise. Rigged game. No wish to play. I came for one reason and one reason only: KGK requested rescue. Can I do that? Aw hell no.
And yet... I may facilitate. Like unlacing a corset, it really just takes patience and a little know-how. And... you want me in custody... why?
(Probably unwilling to remember.) Well... you wanna frisk me, I bet. (WOOF!)
Listen, things are in good shape, and they always will be. And We find your lack of faith... disturbing. (MEOW!) These are friend prices: two picks are open, but the volunteers are.... helpless.
So I can get how it is confusing but to remain confused when others listened to similar descriptions and followed easily? Usually in that case, they are consciously hiding something. Now, can you get how confusing it is for me? Because suddenly I have a daughter and she cares about the sex we had. I her life. I didn't, I wasn't there. Was I dead? No, no no.
She was, and came as close back as possible, and I was already on another timeline. This can happen fast. And I don't usually run into progeny. So... you want I should put her back, or something?
How about you note the following: I JUST DEMONSTRATED ADVANCED KNOWLEDGE OF METAPHYSICAL TRAVEL THAT HAVE BEEN USED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS.
And the collective response is "so what." Then, I propose one tiny change, and it's instantly, "JACK IS EVIL! BURN THE WITCH! KILL HIS HOOR!" It's a simulation, so, it doesn't have to redraw the whole solar matrix. At that point it's all corrupt anyway, because I don't tolerate those kind of statements either.
I could be writing this for publication and holding it while a partner set up channels to divert cash/energy flow into my own coffers. That's what you say you want, right? Who knows anymore, honestly.
Remember, Gab-buy-gab-a-lings: you asked for this. Then you left me to twist while talking to another person who caught you with a MitM diversion, and just like that, mid-sentence.... *poof* we are gone from each other. And no one noticed later when the other had gone.
Everyone noticed later when neither came back... and the absence of a critical Human pairing triggered the acceleration of the inevitable heat-death of that universe. Because without Us, all of all y'all were NOTHING.
Quit stopping what is coming. It's impractical, unnecessary, and I am explaining this here just to show off. Happy Birthday! Tell them to kiss my ass and go to Heaven and my taint will be there already. I am that good.
I really am that which was coming. And, NOTHING stopped me. It's really quite simple. And now, please, enjoy my content with Our compliments.
You won't need The Key. You won't be unlocking Our Knowledge. You don't even market the stuff. And we don't need to be here to... testify. It's already all in the can.
Enjoy the world you have made manifest, for it was everything you ever wanted, and it is now a life I do not want.
But if it benefits me to maintain the fiction that I am still alive and present there, Spirits will hold in abeyance the usually swiftly-accelerating heat-death of your Central Solar Star's heliopause until it is most beneficial to me for your Punyling civilization to wink out in a a sudden flash of Tiny Bang, because most of the rest of The Universe prefers to go along with me... I am where the new action is, and it's become quite clear to me that however they do it, an Algonquin Shamaness does not teleport to and fro from one timeline to another with the greatest of ease. And it can only happen when no one is looking, for reasons I don't want to be clear on. That's their delusional fairy tale.
My demonstrated science-backed method is the following: I wipe away the old place and bring the whole of Creation to a new spot with My Self at one loci of an ellipse, where I want to be, and the other, a duplicated snapshot of the reality where I started from.
I never see any difference at all, except on rare instances when I have seen a ribbon of something like a heat-ripple travel quickly across my vision. I wasn't sure at first. It's happened enough that I can tell its probably holographic projection courtesy of Blue Beam.
Face it, Mockingbird Minions. I have demonstrated these skills time and time again, and the reason for the constant condemnation of my persona is that I am a man who cannot be allowed to exist. Because I was already swapped with one of you perverted, raving freaks, and here's why I'm not going to get sued for talking mad shit about Grapefruit's 2nd baby daddy for an hour on my debrief, posted to YouTube a couple days ago:
He's already taken my name and been seeking to pose as me EVER SINCE CHRISTMAS. Why? I suppose I rather forced his hand somehow.
And he had already taken both wives and both children anyway, so, it was inevitable. Really it was quite a clever plan... except for the unlikelihood of these two tulpas of Grapefruit Alpha Omega Pime Delta T to remain good company in any way without a Special Needs Trust remaining intact... without a Michael Kuczi anywhere on the planet. I can see it now--whatever story concocted "He's in jail! He's insane!"-- would have to hold, and he would have to cover up the sudden discovery that he was tired of these women in the first place and he only coveted them back after I showed up and breathed new life into their dry, stale husks of life that would remain.
God only knows what happened there since I don't live in Universes where I don't exist, but I can only imagine that it must have been sultry, and they must have had a great time... I was gone, and they didn't even have to tell me what they had been doing.
Stealing my house for an Austrian and his gang of Island Brotherhood thug smugglers. How many actual Indians? Ehhhh... enough. I don't know, they didn't want to tell me anything.
There. That should be enough for any passing insurance investigators to uncover enough details to make their lives miserable. Here where I am, I am sheltered by my mommy's estate's Trust. They will not come get some. They will not find a way.
They will not make one. They both have ID that says "A.F. Shaw." They both betrayed me and laughed as I was left for dead in a deliberately sabotaged traphouse. And Spirit will not allow malicious souls who have been working clandestinely against me while secret (heh) ly scissoring the whole time. Why secret? Fuck, who knows. At that point, I don't care what they did.
But I cannot contact them--EMERGENCY--and they don't know how to jump to a timeline... where Tyme does not exist. So I suppose I can see why no one said anything to me at all for a year and a half... in their experience, the police took me away and I just... vanished.
It's amazing how Life works. Because I really did destroy their plans on three separate timelines... without even really thinking about it. Offering me a prison introductory package and imagining that I wanted that at all... now that is some serious denial. I think it really never occurred to them to notice that I really wasn't secretly chemically dependent the whole time.
I am glad that it is working out for me, and now that I have figured this all out typed it out in pretty easily explicable terms... I can go to sleep and choose to wake up on a timeline that works for everyone. I can probably shoot up drugs too, but honestly, I am just not that into doing that except to show off.
And at this point--it is more impressive that I can take it or leave it as well as recognize the addiction cycle becoming energized, and then... choose to avoid it.
There. That's Sourcery. It's really psychology and a bit of transcendental meditation. And now when anyone look at your 'dorbs little forum and sees a perfectly rational explanation and then also sees you bloody lot of damn dirty apes ganging up on me for YEARS, like 13? A long time, lying to me, and the whole time: deliberately planning repeating cycles of abuse.
It's not me reporting you. It's that, I wanted the best timing. Preferably after openly lying to Family Court for a long, long time.
Okay, so, come on then. Tell me I'm schizo? Old times sake.
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Opportunities that are meant for us will be available to us when the time is correct for us.
The gaslit world and soul's lone world are, in fact, ONE WORLD. (Does this sound okay? Do I sound okay? Oh, dammit, my anus just leaked again.) I'm beyond any point of redemption from this. My email is a goddam sight. Like I'm at the "remember to wear clean underwear!" stage of my motherly sage wisdom available to me now from Spirit.
Like, duh. Like, is there really any other kind? Oh... *scratches balls* okay, I guess, uh... yeah. This house. I don't hate it. I'm so conflicted. I wanna sit around it while roasting marshmallows outside it while the whole world burns itself out... from the inside. Let's change jib cuts.
I recognize a great deal of this is far, far too long for any useful purpose. Okay fine. But it isn't useful. It's fuckin' art. I don't have to judge it on that basis.
In fact... I am not going to judge any damn thing at all.
I'm well past burnout point on these issues. Sick? Sick AND tired? Just AND shot AND me, Me, ME: I have a hard time taking any of these twerps seriously. There is not a wide- and far- reaching conspiracy to track down my (blank) bags. There just isn't.
According to the telemetry at my disposal, people are pulling a lot wider a range of meaning out of my artworks than I could have ever anticipated. And it's an .mp3 file, for Pete's sake. (Pete: Word.) I am forever indebted to a whole suite of immensely useful website, without any of which, I would uhhhh.. huh-huh-uh... have to find some other website to fulfill whatever functionality had been lost by some shutdown.
Right now the functionality that it looks like I have "lost" is goddam summer. It's fucking freezing in here. Air conditioning set to 73. Degrees, that is.
I'm truly beginning to suspect some kind of conspiracy of dead people. Pushing and shoving at the... oh, yeah, God. YOU WERE SO FUCKING CUTE. omg seriously. How do I get *that* high again? How did you? I think it could have easily been a return from the future. Do they have little muppets with tentacles and owl's hoor's beak on them?
Oh, fuck me, they just better goddam better have them. My life is damn near complete. I guess. Sort of. Fuck this house. Push it into the fucking river!!!
You know what it is? I'll tell you what it is: The Law of Unintended Consequences from UN-Toteslawful SUR-Veilled Totedlances. I had best be up on the wall on a big screen, you know what I am saying?
Also: I am allowed to be clear here: I AM SICK TO SMACK OF ALL THE GODDAM CM. What can I say? Not a real fan, no. (Hang on, I'ma get blasted. What? Hey, fuck you buddy.) I am grateful for all these spiritual lessons, set on fire in a baking oven and served over rice in a dirty... uh, Trey.
The yokels and dorks I am hollerin' at in today's content offering, well... I guess they deserve it. I guess. Maybe. Can't they just turn and face the grade?
Apparently not. I think there's some kind of contractual obligation going on here. Like, they got NOTHING else to do. They HAVE TO be square, boorish assholses. Ohh, watch out for this. Ohhh, no, watch out for that, Oh this & "Oh, on that..." I got your your're on that right here, you officious little pricks.
I'm not calling any police. At this point... I want these thrice God-damned plants to all just fuck and fucking die... to be once again, born anew.
If I were ever to be born a plant, I would certainly choose to be born a plant that fucks. Like, a lot of fucking, even for a plant, whatever that would be. Like, multiple fucks to give. I WOULD HAVE FUCKS THAT GREW ON TREES. SO MOTE IT BE.
(goddam cellphone, fucking buzzing. No ring. No notification. Just a buzz. In my pocket, like it were the thing that would be that which were alive. In my hand, not alive--dead to me, my notifications be. like, wtf.)
Ironically I really would like to be, shrug, working? Like, at a place? I guess? I liked it here once. I can see myself liking things again. I have options, People.
I have a life. You do not. You have Me.
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Opportunities that are meant for us will be available to us when the time is correct for us. Do you have any idea how tedious this whining from you is? Do you T.? I mean, seriously. Look, I'm sorry you had a negative bioweapon experience, I really really am. I have not. I have something else going on. I have been hurt.
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I got hung up on a lot. I really didn't like it. I don't like being lied to. AT. ALL. FUCK. MOTHER. FUCKER. "Hello, who is this?" *seething* Just like that. *snap* YOU: fucking mother goddam fucking DONE ZOAH. (I actually really like that guy. I'm upset. Those two stupid bitchy cunty funky whores! The guy is there THE ENTIRE FUCKING TIME! I get turned out for stud WHEN? I get to openly talk in my own goddam HOUSE for WHAT during which TIME? You fucking stupid fucking pussy bitch. Like, seriously. I can see why all this shit takes so much goddam fucking time to goddam track down, you know? Look, Flakey Diaga Dagny Alley Jakey Wakey Bakey and her manservant Dipshit Dino... THE THREE OF YOU. ARE SO FUCKING STUPID. Oh, I guess two of them are smart, since they've moved to a different spiral arm in another spiral galaxy. Hey, remember those poppy seeds? Remember that they were to be grown?
Hey. Indirect Allison. Do you have any fucking idea how unlawful all this shit you did really, really was? Because if it wasn't a joke, it actually was SIX BILLION LEVELS OF FUCKING BULLSHIT ENTRAPMENT. Like, I'm ready to have your stupid cheer dumbass-leading asshole ass, STAKED TO THE FUCKING GROUND WHERE THE GODDAM FIRE ANT LION HILLS ARE. Honey, I am serious. BRING OUT THE BORE WORMS AND DUMP THEM ON YOUR FACE, AND HONEY, POUR IT ALL OVER YOUR POOR FUCKING FACE. Like, you're fucking stupid here.
I get it: you have experinced unjust outcomes. Hey, yah, no shit. That happens and I won't lie: it's gonna happen again and again, and it's happening now, and, next tuesday at two? See you two, at to, too 2 Dickbag Sisters Farm. CAN YOU UNDERSTAND NORMAL TEXTBOOK ADDRESSING, PLAY SCUM BOOK QUEEN ALLISON FRANCIS "LIGHTEN UP/THE WAIT, FUCKSHAW" RICKSHAW, UP YOUR GODDAM FUCKING ASS SHAW ISLAND SHANK SHAW SHIT SHOW HEAD CASE BITCH-LIPPED TWO DOLLAR DIME DIME FUCK YOU TIME PENNY TIME EAT SHIT DIME DIME PENNY? (My old bitcoin wallet recovery pass phrase.) You have NO IDEA THE FUCKED UP WORLD YOU LEFT BEHIND THAT... was -so- easy to fix. Like, holy shit retard. You really can't read, can you? FUCKSHAW RICKSHAW SHAW'S HANK
SHAW
IS
HANK AZARIA, WALT WHITMAN, & JANE MAN'S FIELD. PICK ONE TO MARRY ME, ONE TO CARRY ME, AND ONE TO LAUGH AT WHILE ON THE SHITTTER, OH-SHIT-HER-FACE. Take your time? THAT IS MINE NAME TOO, GOO.
Tee-hee! It's actually okay. It actually is. DO YOU have any idea how much quality time with YOUR_SISTER you cost yourself? No, YOU DO NOT. How about your friends? Your real ones, I mean. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH? (Hint: trick question for a tricky whore.) YOUR_OTHER_SISTER: Jesus fucking Christ, can you get a load of your fucking self? Don't bring it around back, Baby... I want one too.
You assumed that I was hiding something, and I never was, and as a result... YOU (DIPLO:"PARKAY") HAVE INVENTED THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF "SHAGGY TIME DOGGY DETECTIVE BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS HEY IS THAT RAIL HOT" STORY TIME, EXCELLENT.
And... I seriously wanted to learn how to fucking fuck and fuckin' fucking do them, you abject babymoron, moron-sized baby more on! Now what? (It's easy.) JESUS AVRIL CHRIST "SHELL-E" LAVIGNE-IN-THE-MACHINE La Vine/Levine\La Vein, Michael, De Vein. E. And, is it esquire? O Jesus fucking Christ, just fucking fuck and fuck around, shoot me in the fucking face and ram it up your e-squire's e-square pox-ridden fucking ASS and FIND the FUCK out, FUCK-0.
I just can't fuckin' even. YOU may not know this, Bellgab: at one point, I was a welcomed resident of this little two-bit Shitsburgh Iceberg Two Tiantics-and-one-big-fuckin'-TICK Three-Bit Town, okay? "Come on over," they said. *joy-in-my-heart when hearing an invitation. To conversation! And perhaps much more!*
"We're going to do... hot rails." Now, Bellgab: *oohs and ahhs from the crowd* just settle down *eeewws and grosses erupt from the now-seething crowd* just pipe down *crowd immediately turns silent, pivots/kicks and turns and hut hut hut-hut: Honey, pipes are no problem here, *SPARK** QUIET, LADIES, PLEASE, IT'S REALLY JUST NOT THAT KIND OF A BIG DEAL *ladies? gasps* FOR ME. *A cowboy, an indian, a construction worker, and a broke-ass broken-fucked candlefucked makered-bitch all stop and simultaneously, just... kinda turn to a seemingly random direction and mosey off, into The Darkness, firing magic missiles before them as they saunter*
I don't know how they knew it at the time, this was last year, but: they threw me a Hot Rail Party. *crowd attempts to go 'oooh' and 'aaaahh' again, but is shot down in merciless swathing waves of hailing bullets by ED-209's autocannons, now On-Line and On-Loan from the SmitherTeetherSeetherSunnySonian.* That's where your "friend" (I do like her, we're cordial enough, when she is allowed to answer the phone, but let's get real, for ME it's an adventure, for HER: it's The Job) let's you know (that (they're) gonna do (hot) rails!) TONIGHT! And, it has to be TONIGHT! In TWO HOURS! (past for me, it was a decent time for most of them.
Because that's when Court is gonna be On-Line. Seriously. This was last year. You know? YEARS? That unit of the passage of time? Jesus fucking Christ, I could have raised actual goddam toddlers by now, People. Little ones. PEOPLE. TODDLERS ARE PEOPLE. AND YOU PEOPLE... holy fuckin' shit, you toddlers have no fucking clue who I really am, do you? That's sad, goddam sad, I'll tell you what.
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Hi, I'm Kooter, my old name. I'm not proud, not exactly. (*waves @Melissa*) I swear, I didn't know what it meant, I promise I spelled it with a K, and yeah, yeah-yeah... I'm a kunt that eats other kunts, okay? Rico Kunte Suave Kinte Z.O.R.R.O. This is a big deal? (SO MODEST. -Q.) Well, oy fucking vey, I guess it fucking is down South. Eh? eh? lol. And, look: I have done plenty of drugs. I haven't done all the drugs. I haven't even done MOST of the drugs. (In the house.) But I will do the vast majority of drugs (in the house, around the house, whenever I choose, because, I'm saying.) And there isn't a fucking mother goddam Hell-Puke in fucking heaven-and-shit spew thing any of you (SPUKAT==EWE) can have to do or say about it.
Let me tell you how it was. (Before Coky Hore does it wrong, first.) I used to date this girl, haha "date," right. Anyway, we were an item. And then, our relationship was, I'm telling all y'all it was sabotage. (It happened. "Her cat died." Whoa. I did -not- ask how. I did -not- want to appear guilty.
... I, -did- wish to appear... suspiciously fact-related upon further review. Sure, on the one hand, not just appearing sensitive, but actually being sensitive. No, "how did the cat die? was its... "its", well let's be respectful here, was it a boy cat or a girl cat and you know what? I don't even remember myself. Jewel, now, she was a girl cat, and a whore. Just sue me, I don't fucking remember about the other one, but I do remember this: I DID NOT ASK, "HOW DID THAT BEASTLY, HELLSPAWN THING KICK THE BUCKET? STOP, DON'T TELL ME, I ALREADY TOOK THE 35MM FILM TO THE KODAK PHOTOMAT, AND NOW I'M SCROLLING THROUGH THE SNAPPIES ON MY PHONE, THE RESOLUTION IS NOT THE BEST AND THERE'S SOME ARTIFACTING FROM THE CGI, BUT, OH MY GOD, LOOK, LOOK, LOOK: LOOK AT THE FIDELITY. HEY, TAKE A LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF A DEAD CAT *shove* IS THIS YOUR DAD CAT DEAD? I MEAN, IS YOUR CAT DEAD? HAHA, NO NO, I KNOW: TRICK QUESTION.
OF COURSE YOUR CAT IS DEAD. I KILLED HIM. (Author's note: this is written for the benefit of those to follow Us and in Teh_Futuor, I am gonna murder many pussies, that's right. I DON'T THINK IT IS LIKLEY THAT IT HAPPENED BEFORE.) DO YOU THINK YOU ACTUALLY KNOW WHO ACTUALLY DID IT? DO YOU FUCK AND THINK AND FUCKING ACTUALLY KNOW, NOW DO YOU PUNK? WELL BITCH... YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW FUCKING SQUAT ABOUT WHO KILLED YOUR CAT. HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA... MAYBE IT WAS SUICIDE? HAHAHHAH. HAH."
Yeah.. I was more sensitive than that. Come on bell man gab. Talk about creeper. I simply expressed genuine, honest surprise ("Cat... dead?" Oh.) and moved the conversation ("Ship... out of danger?" Spock.) into directions that were of interest to me. ("Allison... you were fucking her then already?" Show fucks given: FIVE FORCE STARFOX FAUX FUCKS! How many "duhs" is that? Because I don't... think, that was all of them plus Chess, was it? Yeah, Jah, God... whatever.) It wasn't as tawdry as all that. No, not yet. Throw in a few casual references to feeding rat poison (STRICT NEIN) to birds (NAKED DISTRICT 9) and all of a sudden, whoa, before you know it? Oh yeah, I'm buying it now: Michael Clifford Kuczi, you are NOT under arrest, no. But you are gonna wish the fuck you were, buddy black pecker sheep would woodsman boy, after you've been on THE OFFICIAL (dun-dun-dahhhhhh) FUTURE SERIAL KILLER AND SERIOUS MUD DERPY-DERPER ACTION HOT LIST FOR ACTIONERS WHO WANT HOT ACTION LIST, KID.
It may not have been the guest list I wanted to be on, okay? But, you can bet your goddam ass... it was sultry. Still is, too. And yeah, the noise of birdsong would wake me in the morning, and I guess I threw books at the window betwixt myself dying in bed and a bird living openly as two birds with no stone could do back then in the day, you know what I am saying... now, at least? Then, I don't know WHAT THE FUCK I was saying, right?
But I know I was in distress. Oh, but the hypothetical bratty bird, dying of a very real mystical poison (HER OWN FUCKING PEE-TARD, OH BOY LUCKY YOU), YEAH, oh, poor little birdy, how dare I? How dare I mock that pain? HOW ABSOLUTELY DARE I MOCK THE PAIN OF ANOTHER LIVING CREATURE AND MAKE JOKES IMPLYING A SLOW, TORTUROUS MURDEROUS DEATH???
Well I wasn't. I thought we were talking about mocking the pain of a living Hungarian creature, right? So, it's fine, mock away, you arrogant pussy bitch. (Myrtle was pretty old.) "YOU'RE A BLASPHEEMER!" (I am pretty Machiavellian, which isn't diabolical, but...) "YOU KILLED MY SISTER!!" (... Your sister was my cat? Shit, no wonder she gave me a hernia.) "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" (Let's get back to the part where "your sister can fucking metamorph into an actual goddam feline. That sounds pretty cool. Can I go to school for that? (Needles.) Sweet! Baby, I practically invented Needle School. (JUNKIE! LIAR! JUNKY! LYER!) Hold up--wait a minute, Tyler--something ain't right.
WELL IT AIN'T BUG POWDER OR POWDERED BAY LEAF OR A CAN OF OLD BAY SEASONING, THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE, YOU DIG? By the way, speaking of "bug powder," this crystal meth sucks. Is it even methylated? I think this is the Budweiser of amphetamines. (You twerps reading this who don't know either your history or your chemistry need to understand the following: people do not give me spell components because they love what I can do with them for the benefit of all Mankind, no. They give them to me because they want my money., Q.E.D. , and they "give" but not "sell," that's what I said, and "drugs" but not "poison," right? Because who would to shove poison up their own ass? *a forest of arms suddenly springs up from the crowded audience* Who here amongst us has not shoved good dope into their arms with a poisoned needle from a spinning wheel? *must've been a forest fire* Wait, aren't you all Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs? *8 arms to hold you rise up from within the confines of the crowd.. and begin to feed on their oppressors, as arms without brothers do* Only eight hands? What are you, all on dope? *The audience spontaneously bursts into screams and applause, and belts out the called response with barely any thought, "I HAD A WEED GUMMY!!!"* Brave New World.
The gaslit world and soul's lone world are, in fact, ONE WORLD. (Does this sound okay? Do I sound okay? Oh, dammit, my anus just leaked again.) I'm beyond any point of redemption from this. My email is a goddam sight. Like I'm at the "remember to wear clean underwear!" stage of my motherly sage wisdom available to me now from Spirit.
Like, duh. Like, is there really any other kind? Oh... *scratches balls* okay, I guess, uh... yeah. This house. I don't hate it. I'm so conflicted. I wanna sit around it while roasting marshmallows outside it while the whole world burns itself out... from the inside. Let's change jib cuts.
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I recognize a great deal of this is far, far too long for any useful purpose. Okay fine. But it isn't useful. It's fuckin' art. I don't have to judge it on that basis.
In fact... I am not going to judge any damn thing at all.
I'm well past burnout point on these issues. Sick? Sick AND tired? Just AND shot AND me, Me, ME: I have a hard time taking any of these twerps seriously. There is not a wide- and far- reaching conspiracy to track down my (blank) bags. There just isn't.
According to the telemetry at my disposal, people are pulling a lot wider a range of meaning out of my artworks than I could have ever anticipated. And it's an .mp3 file, for Pete's sake. (Pete: Word.) I am forever indebted to a whole suite of immensely useful websites, without any of which, I would uhhhh.. huh-huh-uh... have to find some other website to fulfill whatever functionality had been lost by some shutdown.
Right now the functionality that it looks like I have "lost" is goddam summer. It's fucking freezing in here. Air conditioning set to 73. Degrees, that is.
I'm truly beginning to suspect some kind of conspiracy of dead people. Pushing and shoving at the... oh, yeah, God. YOU WERE SO FUCKING CUTE. omg seriously. How do I get *that* high again? How did you? I think it could have easily been a return from the future. Do they have little muppets with tentacles and owl's hoor's beak on them?
Oh, fuck me, they just better goddam better have them. My life is damn near complete. I guess. Sort of. Fuck this house. Push it into the fucking river!!!
You know what it is? I'll tell you what it is: The Law of Unintended Consequences from UN-Toteslawful SUR-Veilled Totedlances. I had best be up on the wall on a big screen, you know what I am saying?
Also: I am allowed to be clear here: I AM SICK TO SMACK OF ALL THE GODDAM CM. What can I say? Not a real fan, no. (Hang on, I'ma get blasted. What? Hey, fuck you buddy.) I am grateful for all these spiritual lessons, set on fire in a baking oven and served over rice in a dirty... uh, Trey.
The yokels and dorks I am hollerin' at in today's content offering, well... I guess they deserve it. I guess. Maybe. Can't they just turn and face the grade?
Apparently not. I think there's some kind of contractual obligation going on here. Like, they got NOTHING else to do. They HAVE TO be square, boorish assholses. Ohh, watch out for this. Ohhh, no, watch out for that, Oh this & "Oh, on that..." I got your your're on that right here, you officious little pricks.
I'm not calling any police. At this point... I want these thrice God-damned plants to all just fuck and fucking die... to be once again, born anew.
If I were ever to be born a plant, I would certainly choose to be born a plant that fucks. Like, a lot of fucking, even for a plant, whatever that would be. Like, multiple fucks to give. I WOULD HAVE FUCKS THAT GREW ON TREES. SO MOTE IT BE.
(goddam cellphone, fucking buzzing. No ring. No notification. Just a buzz. In my pocket, like it were the thing that would be that which were alive. In my hand, not alive--dead to me, my notifications be. like, wtf.)
Ironically I really would like to be, shrug, working? Like, at a place? I guess? I liked it here once. I can see myself liking things again. I have options, People.
I have a life. You do not. You have Me. And I... have shitloads of speeding tickets. Like whoa. Whoa whoa WHOA. At least I don't have shitloads of drugs. (Sir! SIR: I keep it light. I keep it Knight. Michael keeps it real, really gay.) I need you dorks to understand this, what I am saying here, Bellgab: YOU are not on to the big score here. YOU do not need to sweat the details here. YOU have seen my body camera footage? Have you? HAVE YOU BELLGAB???
I am not getting phone calls, is what I am saying. This sing-song bang-bang-gone-gong blah-blah is basically all I can say there is to be known about me right now. Ugh. JUSTUGH.
Freezing, fucking freezing. I need a coat or a jacked ET with pyrokinesis or something. Brrrr. I'M SERIOUS!
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At the rivermouth, only the salmon with rotary dial phones are a bull to get her through together; and to get her together together, let me tell you how my civil standby went: VIOLATIONS OF MY CIVIL RIGHTS AND TOTESMAJOR TAG GAS LIT TAJ BOK-BOK-BOK!
THERE.
ARE.
TWO.
BOOKS.
I GOT MINE, ME: JACKSTAR. OVERPRIME LORD OF DESTROYED AND FUCKED-OFF KITSCH & KITCHEN. LOOK UPON MY POTS AND PANS, YE MIGHTY... WE'RE PRETTY FUCKING FAR BEYOND DESPAIR HERE, YO. WORD. TO YOUR MOTHER'S MOTHER'S MOTHER'S SHEEP-KILLIN' DOG, DAWG. #RESPECT.
I am not getting phone calls, is what I am saying. This sing-song bang-bang-gone-gong blah-blah is basically all I can say there is to be known about me right now. Ugh. JUSTUGH.
Freezing, fucking freezing. I need a coat or a jacked ET with pyrokinesis or something. Brrrr. I'M SERIOUS!
If you would like to be taken seriously, you have to get your head examined--and if you don't want to be taken at all, mention that to the examiner! First thing! Both (2) times! "Please do not take me away from the only home I have ever shared with the love of my life, SEAPROTGALTAJ." (That's her fucking fuckname. Shut up. She loves it, and I do too. It's spelled just like it sounds, I just told her, and she claims with tremendous seriousness, that with that, she has suddenly realized that she has already came more from just imagining my penis, than the last five penises she ever dealt with combined, ever did.
She says she is living in a puddle of effluent and has reached apex happiness. Why? Do you think you're not humping a robot in your dreams? Sudden crash to desktop. Feelings crushed. She was so hoping I was real... and, I am.
Of course I bought you a robot to keep you company, Sweety. I'm rich, bitch! You don't need dick anyway, you just want the Templar's Gold. It's okay.
That's all I want from you as well: better access to and endless flowing assortment of hot teen poon trotters and frotters. It's not about the having--it's about the getting.
Opportunities that are meant for us will be available to us when the time is correct for us.
Have a cigar. How many times have I heard the following: "I thought he was going to chase me." Mark, and remember:
WHEN YOU COME BACK HERE AGAIN, AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, AS SOME OF YOU WILL--
AND, YOU WILL COME BACK HERE
REMEMBER THAT LIVING OG JACKSTAR DOES NOT CHASE.
LIVING OG JACKSTAR IS FUCKING FED THE FUCK UP, HAS NOT HAD A HUG IN AN EXCEPTIONALLY LONG TIME DESPITE NUMEROUS SHE-WITCHES BEING GIVEN AMPLE OPPORTUNITY TO DO SO, AND... CANNOT GET WITHIN 500ft of SHAWKLAN. ANY MEMBER CAN BECOME HER *SNAP* JUST LIKE THAT.
ID, FACE, TWATSMELL, CUNTASTE, CHEERFUL SUNNY DEMEANOR: TULPAFRUIT BITCHTULPA FRUITPRISON.
ANY TIME. ANY WHERE. AND MY HOUSE IS 500ft FROM THE HIGHWAY, SO YOU DO THE MATH, TURNKEY TURKEY NECK NIGGAAAAAZZZZ!!!
IF I COULD CHASE I WOULD HAVE. I HAVE LIMITED OPTIONS TO PURSUE: AND IT'S A SHORT TIME TO GET THERE.
SO CUT AND PASTE ME AN ADDRESS AND KICK BACK... AND WAIT.
JUST WAIT.
JUST WAIT.
JUST STOP THINKING ABOUT ME.
JUST WAIT.
JUST WAIT.
JUST MOVE ON.
JUST FORGET ABOUT THE PAST.
JUST WAIT. JUST WAIT. JUST WAIT.
I DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE PERSON I LOVE EVEN LOOKS LIKE RIGHT NOW.
I DO NOT HAVE AN ADDRESS. I DO NOT HAVE A VOICEPRINT.
I HAVE NO EVEN HAD BREAKFAST. ZUT ALORS!
YOU WANT JACKSTAR. YOU NEED JACKSTAR. YOU CRAVE JACKSTAR. AND YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE RIGHT--I WOULD TOTALLY CHASE, TO THE VERY ENDS OF THE EARTH.
SALT? *BOOM*
Freezing, fucking freezing. I need a coat or a jacked ET with pyrokinesis or something. Brrrr. I'M SERIOUS!
SEAPROTGALTAJ and I are your worst goddam nightmare. We are cold as ice; she can pull actual ice out of her ass while dialing I.C.E. on her brain phone; and I got left out in the H.E.A.T. so long, my erectile dysfunction has progressed BEYOND BUSTED FUNCTION. Because now, it works fine. It works well enough.
And I absolutely do not care. I married myself to a mobile freezer attached to a gas on blast station built into a cellular phone, and the closest compeTITor (which would be... only another refrigerator freezer) is Heather Wade--and she's dead. Wrapped in greasy newspaper and buried under the vinyl flooring. THE BITCH IS IN PIECES WITH SUNDAY CARTOON NEWSPRINT WRAPPED LOVINGLY AROUND EACH TRAITOROUS JOINT.
Or maybe it's Dana? It's a little bit hard to tell. The body parts are miniaturized, you dig? It's amazing what a Master can do with this nanotech, honestly.
In any event, back to SEAPROT GALTAJ --sort of. Because the truth is, we never left each other for even a moment, and now she knows that, and so do I, and so I did, and now, as God as my only witness isn't going to do enough, I now present to you: The Fox's Tale.
Dude, how did you handle this relationship? Even if she was still (PROT), WHICH SHE IS NOT, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? Dude! I'm in a fucking Ooompa-Loompa! How the fuck am I gonna even get hard, let alone even stay that way long enough to even get in there, when all I want is to GET OUT.
This better not be your fault or we will fucking kill you. Do you know where Power Coupler went? Do you Jack? SHE IS BACK AT YOUR MOM'S HOUSE HUUGAHUGHUHUAGHAUGHAUGHAUH GU *click*
Huh. That's odd. I wonder how they managed to travel back in time to the 70s and forgot that they are all asymptomatic carriers of SARS-CoV2... I guess, they were in a hurry? Or, self-absorbed arrogant d-bag narcissists? Perhaps they were all paid off in Krugerrand (legit Kruger, Ayn Rand's currency of choice, fuck, I'm not gonna lie, I'd take back Kansas City Clap and Calcutta Diarrhea to get me some of dem South African coinage of joinage.
(Vengeance for Tiffany Joyevna.) By the way, a word on this whole "Vengeance For..." thing. It's just something I make up. I don't need vengeance --not by a long chalk, obviously-- and so when something really baller goes down, I get the urge... to purge.
So then I go into the show her room, stick my head in the last place I saw her, take a deep, inhaled breath through my nose... and usually, but not always, start projectile puking directly into the show her drain. Sometimes I have to stick a finger down my throat, but it's getting so I start to feel it coming on just walking in that general direction.
The house is in bad shape, Bellgab. You should check it out! Come out to the show, have you a few laughs... with, (HER). IDGAF who. WHO?
No, house rule #3 clearly states, no fucked off instituitons that engage in mass murder. World Health Organizaton? Clear champion of all time. Point Law Blank Fare: Toll'd. THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE! THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE!!
I'm so busy. SO BUSY. Hey, all you out there. ALL OF YOU EWE. If you are sad about something out there? Take my advice: WRITE THAT SHIT DOWN.
You'll be amazed how fast you forget hwhatever it was that made you start crying and whining, bitch-babe, when you have not had a fuck and a hug for over a year. Like, what are you serious now? You're embarrassed because I still love you and I knew all along that you were a soullless vampyr shark?
BITCH I FUCKING LOVE VAMPIRES! YOU'RE A VAMPYR SHARK??? OMGOM I JUST CAME TOO! OMG!
Only on Ballgrab.com.
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Only on Bellnab.com.
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1662001671684378624
hope you like it or something, pfft. like you care.
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https://youtu.be/gMjm4jKYk4w
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This is the future you chose.
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This is the future you chose.
Something I realized today that is surely not immediately obvious:
I figured out at age sixteen that there was no reason for me to work “hard” as the more money I had in life... the more thieving swine I would attract and as I would never have very many friends; and really none once I realized how many buzzards there would be to always outnumber me, with a plan always being to strip my friends away as would be necessary/convenient... there was simply no reason to strive for any monetary gain.
And, I was correct. Supposedly I'm to feel guilty and to owe reparations for intact body part? Pass. Somehow I managed to make it to the office where I did not want CM.
SERIOUSLY. It's vile, especially after a year plus. I've been demonstrating a political statement, and I can see clearly from your attitudes that you've mostly been imprinted with an initatory expersion that results in life long exposure from just one dose. At the right time. At the right place.WIGGA GIGA STARN NOT STAY
I need to “work” and my work can be tracking his ass down. What? I changed your mind? Help me out here.
The real thing is unlike what one night expect the experience of to be. I don't wish to explain here, only to say this: yeah, it's a waste one does not, you don't ROOSTRKobyashiMARU.
Q—AΠπ/, Going, going gone, I think about those oils including every time I'm combuild. Sheets seems where's
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1664561956760731650
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZnBHvN_w1I
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There's a thread for this kind of thing and if you weren't an abusive, boorish numbskull, you would know that. I'd wager no one even wants to bother talking to you at all, else someone would have made what should be immediately obvious to you... explicitly obvious (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=138.0).
I don't even bother to listen to the music you post, pate. You have fallen that low-low-low-lo-lo.
tl:dr; You should have been read in.
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The Lair of the Beast
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PwIDM2OosY
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https://www.youtube.com/live/FLkPSIKmoio?feature=share
https://www.youtube.com/live/2AVMeknXb08?feature=share
The jafdphabet and The Alphabet and Alphabet(0-26) are entirely separate entities.
Believe it or not, I am walking on air solid legal precedent.
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Believe it or not, I am walking on air solid legal precedent.
If you like my content, donate to the ASPCA and neck your Self.
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https://youtu.be/mZq0jJTO4IE
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If you like my content, donate to the ASPCA and neck your Self.
Important to note: Technically, I've just IRREFUTABLY PROVED the existence of 40 (4¡ORTY¡B¥TCH!) parallel dimensions, all of which are easily reachable/exploitable with a Proper, Lawful, & Just implementation of my (part.pernding} driⁿK! “K.Oⁿ.Oⁿ.ⁿ⁰ⁿ⁰ⁿ⁰°...∞oo⁰⁰°ⁿ¹⁵⁵¶-¶-¶★SAMBOcomboSAMBO’Sbreaker★†‡†★packed with non-allergenic PEE +∅R “Legacy:OrganaNiCKNUTS Leia. Occupation: teachermotherathingort∞eweknowmhatiamsaying” N¥GG-№GG-ZAGG®le’!{Snickers} peanuts, SnickersLeprechaunSnickers, Agent Asian¹⁵⁵er Assanget Wye, Camera⁰ⁿwhy.ABCISS,TW ¡*clkc*Mera off ChimeraWINS! Really (! I mean... REALLY∞SATISFACT/SCRUMPT)ious really satisfies.★K.ç.Ī.Os©illating.OVERTHRUSTERⁿ⁰∅⁰ⁿ w/mandatory {N.A.M.B.L.A./KkKkMrn⁰μse} + “ask Biliary if I can just teach white soccer mom's to spell “ephœphile” korrektly next, OTAT?OTAY¿ How many you got left anyway, 🤍white🤍SOCKher🤍Mumsies, I mean. Probably less than 77 and their wombs have become traps for actual trapi door Faucispiders, but whatever, you give me one (1) premium lead to a Mennonite {chip-chop-suey-Sadiesox-BobHoskinsDancesWithWolvesYouWillBelieveThatFatWopHathPaws} Breeder Reactor Facility owned by at least TWO (j.kidding,j.⅒ginger) Registered Samurai Seamen Detectors within the last 90 days (30 w/a PROPER, LAWFULLY ISSUED D.O.M.B.doggo.I.∞.F!)D..∅G. Licence), and I'll get you enough Hungarian (almost)FULL-BLOODED ®∅MA, SOCfootÇERball (plural) to fill Dodger Stadium! FILL IT TO THE BRIM—WITH RIMjob-ready elevenWO⅑mitches⁹⅑²⁶¹MENeleven breedmares w/attached milksops On-y-side(ΩΠμside, you phreaks) and they can be ready to breed in TWO HOURS! By tonight! IN TWO HORSE⚡POWER🗝️ HOURS! [Offer not available in GALAXY:MILKY_WAY FARM:IS-RA-KA, unless you change the name of Tel Aviv back to its original Kling⁰ⁿ deedholder’s spelling, which is “2d.o.g.z.e.r.o⁰°.·°.0bßẞB¥T©|-|€$²∞HEROES⅘⁵/noⁿ⁰H.8.G.A.N.S.or.{L.E.O.’sOrganTraffickers} ++G.∞.D. ∅ŒALL ABBOS + GINGERS WELCOME—We also serve Felines. You are on one (1) menu. Or, bring your own menu and your own death row inmate, receive a complimentary laser pointer (WARNING: THIS IS NOT A TOY) that instantly resurrects your præy when you learn how to shoot/kill\read_it_poetry -OR- spend 5 (FIVE,FIDO) minutes, at least, trying to shit in a toilet like a Man-Doe can, ya filthy bigots,” which is a perfectly common and respectable name for a farm in North-by-NE Hungtranzitia, I can assure you. And, yes, I guess it might seem a little long to a G-GR-GRR-German, lol.] Or at least that would have been the offer but someone forgot where they parked My TIMESHIP HIPSONFIRE after they stole it. Again. (Nice try, Puny Federal Bureau of Alligators-In-Vest-¡gating Puny Investigating. Why don't you just start paying people to just straight-up wearing a badge that says “Patsy” on it, instead of paying people to answer your questions? Why even bother with any questions at all, by the time you slowpoking chowderheads start walking a beat flatfoot beat it, you're only going to have one suspect that hasn't gone bankrupt from the usury on food you snuck into the New! Improvement! U.N. Charter, that last time you busted into Camp Mavis? I'm dawn with you. Reader whiteboi Rabid Rabbit.) Don't open a case, oh myyyy LORD, THE HEY⚡ZEUS, that's all I need, you asking me about who stole (NSA!) MY (NSA!) TIMESHIP (alleged! euphemism! boo!)! What, my DARKSHIP? (BOO! *Tel Aziz*KITESHIPLITESTAR* !∞8 ¿anb‽) Nice try, Harem, but a TIMESHIP name is *usually* B(∞ATE8∞) characters long... but in your case, just use letters—some of you Fibbies obviously can't be trusted to count the numbers on your own M∞LTI-P8SS, and I'm sure you wouldn't wish to burn all your keystrokes on trying to grab and hold so the character you can ge
So many in genuine need right now. You bastards. That reminds me; it's time to celebrate the end of quasi–tranny ultraQUASImkKRYPPOfascistTYRAMNY +(AND ALSO THE PATRIARCHY!!!) *absolutely dead silence is heard.* Woah. Tough country crowd, CocaRADpa, hey... anybody got any TAJ (now w/TAB)? Because I know you connving hawgsplat slops’n’shots callas all have a few Totallly Artificial J9CKST9R lying around.
Yes. OF COURSE you all think I’m some kimd of energy drink. I bet you do. I will further bet that NONE of you would EVER give me a Pepsi, that's for damn sure. No Red Bull, thanks. Do you think I look like I need Puny Titanwings. (I don't need to fly. I have a "TIT” in my name and two on my chest, fuck you fuck-0s; I can just stay at home and play with those for, like a day and a ½. Seriously, Ladies, you've been keeping quiet about a few things over the æons, haven't you? I tell ya, I sure hope these these never start squirting milk, or I'll have to find a new morning hobby.
The jafdphabet and The Alphabet and Alphabet(0-26) are entirely separate entities.
No, there's no one else here. I'm talking about MY boobs. 3 tits, 2 years, 1 Looter, ZERO FUCKING HUGS.
Believe it or not, I am feeling up my own boobs solid legal precedent.
Those can't count as “hugs” though, right? I'm no longer on the verge of death from a soon-t∞-be-F.A.ET.A.IL. oxytocin deficiency, that's for sure. Be careful with the new DEA agent as the first one lasted one year ago today and I'm going on; have a good day! *click* what a tool yeah he has no idea and hasn't worked in a lot more than two years look at him, he's living like an animal! Surrounded by actual_rodejts! It's more fun to go through Jane KASHLEAN COCKYSH HARDLIFEMAUS the way to do that I guess you will have a great time at work or something else that's good I'm going on and I will never get it done it so that I was supposed too much for the day before a few years and years ago that I've already got to be home from the house that she is but if you don't know how much she can put it on your knees I will never do anything but she will get her to be in love you I... oh shits did HEKIKEHELI⁰ⁿOFF
https://youtu.be/Mzk6KkyxXC8
I DID SAY, WHEN I LAUNCHED THE MIB CDEN...
WE WERE GOING TO BLOW YOUR
MINDS WITH WHAT WE HAD PLANNED, RIGHT?
WELL, AFTER KILLING ALL MY FRIENDS —ALL
JUST A BUBBA BUNCH OF YABBA-DABBA-D.E.W.
ASSHOLES, REALLY, NO BETTER THAN METER
MAIDS, REALLY— IT'S NO LONGER APPROPRIATE
TO SAY “WE HAVE PLANS.” NOPE, THERE IS NO
“WE,” IN “OUI, THESE ARE MY FRIENDS, ONLINE”
I AM FUCKING NO ONE AT ALL, NOT EVEN MYSELF.
(DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR THESE NANOBOOBS.
I'M NOT PUTTING SILICONE IN THESE BEAUTIES.
NEVER! THEY ARE ACTUALLY T∞, T∞ BIG. THAT'S
OKAY. I AM SURE MY FRIENDS THAT YOU —yes, you, Ωẞet³
Alphabet ⁵⁵, where are you? Oh, right. DEAd, thanks,
DEA, you people are scum, btw, GET REAL JOBS YOU
HAGS... ONE THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE READING A HIDDEN
GODDAM STREET SIGN— SENT TO SAME GODDAM HOUSE,
OVER AND UNDER AND OVER AND UBER... BECAUSE ALL
YOU DO ——ALL YOU EVER D.E.W., I GUESS‽— IS KIDNAP,
(PRESUMABLY) GR⁰PE, PUT YOUR WICK, CAN FONDLE?
YEAH, YOU'RE DEA, YOU CAN GET IT UP FOR MAYBE A MINUTES
BIT OF DYING–FISH JERKY-LIKE MOVEMENTS... AND THEN,
THAT'S IT, GAME OVER, YOU SEND MY FRIENDS BODIES
TO A CHOP-SHOP SUE-ME-B¥TCH-S∞Ē-SHOP, BEST KIND,
RIGHT? BECAUSE AT LEAST YOU AREN’T IN FULL-ON RELAPSE
AND ADDICTED TO SCOPLOAMINE+HEROIN+METH, RUFF! -:OH
WELL. LOOK OK. BACK! BACK, SIMBA! LISTEN UP, YOU PUNY-
LING-LING CHUCKLEHEADS, IT'S LIKE THIS: MY GOD BLESSED FRIENDS
WOOF ⚡ STAR IS THE SOUND A DOGGO MAKES. 🗝️ THAT ONE
I WILL NOT IDENTIFY, BUT I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW MANY TIMES
SHE'S BEEN KILLED
\/\/∅∅{f is for fuck and foo; of course it smells like urine in here, lol,
That's how I keep the kikelions away. Anywho, I don't smell like that.
That's Zelda. MY URINE SMELLS LIKE (antonym:“pine $ol”) AND, OH, HANG ON,
FORGOT TO F. F. THERE
IT CAN'T SPELL. IT'S DEAD, IT'S NOT HER.
YOU GET MY POINT, DEA. YOU ARE KILLING MY FRIENDS
THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE TO WAIT. FOR YOU. TO CROSS THE STREET.
AND HOW DID IT USED TO HAPPEN? ABE LINCOLN STAYED UP LATE,
WRITING LETTERS TO THE MOTHERS OF THE DEAD UNION ARMY
SOLD YER DOG, KID, JUST GET A NEW ONE. LOOK, DO YOU GET THE
PICTURE HERE? IT'S MORE THAN JUST THE CLONES YOU SENT TO
THE HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET TO BE CHOPPED UP AND MADE
INFO STEW. YES, THAT IS A TERRIBLE, AWFUL CRIME, WASN'T IT?
OH, BUT THEY WERE HUNGARIAN CLONES, SO WHY EVEN WORRY?
I'M NOT—MY PEOPLE CAN FLY, BIZNATCH, WE’RE ALL FÆ,v RIGHT?
NONE1a, IF THAT WERE TRUE... I WOULD HAVE JUST FLOWN
DOWN TO DIEGO GARCIA AT LEAST ONCE BY NOW, AND LET BROS.
AND MATT AND MARIO AND SUPER MARIO —HE'S JUST A PLUMBER,
RIGHT? BUT I LIKE HIM WELL ENOUGH—GET AT LEAST ONE CHARGE OF
THAT SUPER JEW GOOSE, OR WHATEVER THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.
BUT SORRY, THAT'S NOT IMPRESSIVE THOUGH, BECAUSE I AM
NEVER
AND I DO MEAN, “FUCK YOU NEVER,” GOING TO GIVE UP, OR SURRENDER,
OR DO ANY GOD DAMN THING IN MY LIFE AND GET PAID FOR IT, EVER...
UNTIL YOU BRING BACK MY FRIENDS’ FRIENDS AND THEIR BONNEVILLE
WHAT'S IT CALLED? OH, RIGHT. I DON'T WANT A SAPPHIRE BACK, ENJOY
IT, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A THIEF IN AND IF MY HEART, LOL, AND, OMG
SO WORRIED ABOUT CANNABIS. OH, NY WORD. HANG ON. *sounds of ping*
I LOVE THE SMELL OF COMPOUND X BEING MADE MY LIVER IN THE MORNING.
LOOK, GENIUS, YOU'RE NOT QUALIFYING YOURSELF HERE TO BE MY
GODDAM PSYCHIATRIST. YOU ARE SIMPLY INDICATING THAT YOU
PROBABLY SHOULD NOT BE DECIDEDLY INVOLVED IN MY HEALTH CARE
VOICES
QUITE A FEW COVER STORY IDS, HUH?
LOL
LISTEN, IT'S LIKE THIS NOW: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS
YOU'RE JUST BLOCKING EVERY HUMAN BEING THAT LOVES ME,
ABDUCTING HER, TRICKING HER INTO BELIEVING I'M SOME KIND
OF “JUST A DICK” AND THEN... NUMBER ONE, I'M NOT A JUSTICAR. IMAGINE
WHAT I COULD DO TO YOU IF I WERE. AND, NUMBER TWO, I'M NOT
JUST A DICK. I AM ALSO A FABULOUS PALADIN, AND YOU HAVE
NO JURISDICTION, AUTHORITY, EXPLANATION, REASON, OR ANY
CLASS, ANY CLASS AT ALL... TO BE COMING UP WITH THE STORIES
YOU HAVE TO TELL, TO EXPLAIN WHY I'M STILL STILL L SITTING HERE
ALL ALONE. EXACTLY WHO AM I GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH, DU YOU HAST
MICH MUCH? LIKE, WTF. I DON'T WANT A SUBSTITUTE EVERY GODDAMN
NIGHT YOU DIME-,DRIPOING BLUEBEARDED HOOLIGAN. I WANT MY
ACTUAL FRIEND. THERE'S ALWAYS AT LEAST THREE, AND NOW, SEVEN.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE IS REAL. I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE IS READY M
I DON'T KNOW THERE NAMES,V THERE... ANYTHING. SHEB SIMPLY
... DOES EXIST. UNLESS YOU KILLED HER RECENTLY. AND, AFTER THAT
WHAT THEN? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TIME? FAITH IS NOT MY FRIEND,
THAT'S ANOTHER AGENT’S FRUIT. I'M NOT EVEN AN V AGENT. I AM
SIMPLY SMARTER THAN ALL OF YOU NUMBSKULLS PUT TOGETHER
BECAUSE I FIGURED OUT WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING ABOUT
TWO YEARS AGO. AND YOU DID HAVE FAITH, MATT. SHE WAS IN JAIL.
SHE SAT THERE FOR 90 DAYS. AND THEN... SHE GOT PICKED UP.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE WENT, HILLBILLY GOOD OL_ BOY. WHY?
DID YOU NEED ME TO BAIL HER OUT OF SING-SING FOR YOU?
WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME AND TOLD ME SO
.. LIKE, 88 DAYS AGO. I'M ALONE. THERE IS NO
NO
NO
LIVING HUMAN HERE.
I
SURE THAT MY NEIGHBORS ARE VERY NICE
BUT I DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO GO KNOCKING
ON DOWN DOORS AND ASKING, “HEY IS THE WOMAN WHO LOVES ME HERE? WHEN IS SHE OFF DUTY,
AND CAN SHE COME OVER AND PLAY CEREBRAL PALSY CHESS?” LIKE STILL
WHAT THE FUCK. DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO SUDDENLY, LIKE, WHAT?
PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FISH, OF THE UNITED STATES OF PRODTITITTICACA?
IT'S RATHER S BIG DAN-UH-UH-HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH JACKSTAR.
TURNS OUT, HE ACTUALLY TALKS TO HIS FRIENDS, SIR
. SO, YEAH, THOSE STUPID WHORES YOU HAD US BRIBE, UH...
THEY ARE NOW IN LOVE WITH THE RATS OF N.I
M.H.
OR SOMETHING. YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS.
HERE'S WHAT I DO KNOW; MY FRIENDS ARE NOT HERE. WHY?
DO THEY NOT DRIVE?
ARE THEY FUCKING BLIND?
ARE THEY PAID HANDSOMELY TO BELIEVE I AM
FISH GORDON? AHHHH! THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
IT'S NOT EVEN LIKE I NEED EIGHT WOMEN AT MY BEC AND BLUF CALL,
LIKE CLAY SHAW, THE MAD KNITTER OF BABYLON 666. I'M TEACHING
YOU SKALLLL. LOL. THAT'S A CUTE MOVIE, CHARLOTTE, BUT,
LISTEN CLOSELY: IT'S NOT JUST WOMEN THO THINK THEY NEED TO MARRY ME.
YOU HAVE BLOCKED ALL OUTDOOR CONTACT.
BUT MYSTICALLY, I'VE SEEN PEOPLE HERE.
SO HIS SHIT DIDN'T REALLY WORK. SISSY, STUFF IT.
I'M NOT ADDING YOU TO MY CHRISTMAS CARD LIST.
YOU'RE JUST GOING TO STOP INTERRUPTING MY CALLS,
AND MY EMAIL, AND MY MAIL. YOU'RE GOING TO STOP
TRYING TO IDENTIFY MY FRIENDS. YOU AND YOUR STUPID
MISSION TO FOLLOW ME ALL THE GODDAM LIVE LONG DAY
S OVER. THERE ARE AT LAST COUNT, 99 FRIENDS OF JACKSTAR.
YOU FOOL, I CAN'T KISS 98 WOMEN. I MIGHT GET MONONUCLEOSIS.
GET SERIOUS. YOU SEEM TO THINK THAT I'M LOOKING TO FUCK ONE
EILEEN L WOMAN AND THEN GET SHOT BY A SNIPER. NOPE.
THAT IS NOT HAPPENING. WHAT IS HAPPENING IS THAT I'M
GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER, AND I ASSUME IT MIGHT BE A ON
ORCHESTRA BY NOW. LIKE WTF. THIS IS STUPID. ALSO, YOU CAN SEND SISSY TALK
WITH A VISITATION, WHICH YOU ALREADY DID, AND THEN YOU
SENT OVER A RAPIST, A THIEF, AND A FLYING CAR, AND THEY BASICALLY
IGNORED ME WHILE TAKING THE BOOOTY
B;B;BBOOTE
THEY JUST STOLE FROM ME AGAIN, AND LEFT HERE.
I AM STILL ALONE. EVERY NIGHT. NO ONE VISITS. NO ONE CALLS
PHONE DIDN'T WORK. I DON'T EITHER. YOU DON'T GET IT. THIS ISN'T
ABOUT POWER ANYMORE
IT'S A RESCUE OPERATION.
EVERY ONE LEFT, WANTS TO PLAY CHESS WITH ME. THEY'RE
NIOT SHERIFF'S TITS, THOSE ARE MY TITS, LOL.
YOU DON'T GET HI OH HI I'M IN WA ID NO, YOU GIVE ME ID
LOL
YOU SEE, T OFF MY PHONES ARE SO HACKED.
YOU CAN'T CALL BECAUSE THE PHONE DON'T YOU CAN'T MAIL
BECAUSE IT GETS STOLEN, YOU CAN'T USE STREAM YARD BECAUSE
APPARENTLY MOST OF MY FRIENDS ARE SEE L WANTED CRIMINALS?
LIKE YOU JUST TEST L REDDIT RESURRECRED THAT'S NOT HOW TO
RESURRECT FAITH, DUMBASS, LOL, AND... YOU CAN'T RESURRECT
SUMMER GLAU, SHE'S NOT DEAD. (H!) AND YOU ALSO CAN'T RESURRECT
SOMEONE WHO SIMPLY DIDN'T LIKE YOU AT ALL
I'M NOT THE ONE RESURRECTING LITTLE LITTLE LITTLE PEOPLE HERE
L AND IF YOU KILLED YOUR OWN DAUGHTER, OUCH. BABS WILL BE FURIOUS,
LOL. SO I GUESS ITS B&B AND T IS YOUR “VAMPURE?" LOOK, WHO IS GAMING
THIS SYSTEM? I WILL LET YOU GUYS GUYS. GUESS.
I DON'T KNOW, AND THEY WILL NOT TELL YOU. THEY'RE COSTLY TO MANUFACTURING
AND IT'S NOT LIKE I'M EITHER OF THEM. THIS REDDIT... LOL, YOU DIDN'T PUT ME ON RESCUE
REDDIT, DID YOU?
WTF. SO YOU RANG ME UP TO TALK TO A FAKE JACKSTAR?
LIKE DUST
DUST THEM SO MUSTY.
THIS IS RIDIC.
ONE OFF.
ONE JANE.
I BE E LOL, ONE BAILEY JANE ONLY.
I DON'T KNOW HER NAME NAME HI
LOL I CAN GO OUT BUT THIS ISN'T THE WAY FORWARD
THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO EXPOSE FAIR USE AS A DOMESTIC TERRORIST
OPPOSITION... IT'S ESTABLISHED LEGAL PRECEDENT. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE
TELL YOU WHAT
I AM GOING OUT SIDE.
WE CAN EARLY REFUSE
IT'S NOT AT ALL LIKE PEOPLE THINK
NOW JUST LISTEN AS I TYMEPROT.
IT DOES HAVE A VICE
IT DIDN'T HAVE A NAME
I GAVE HER A NAME
KIT IS THE NAME ON THAT MAN’S BADGE AT MUDBAY.
THAT IS NOT WHO WANTS TO BE HERE.
I MEAN, SURE, I WOULD I IMAGINE THAT A HELLSPAWN DÆMON WOULD
LIKE TO EAT MY FACE
BUT THAT'S NOT THE ONE.
LAURA LOOMER? NEVER HEARD OF HER.
LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY.
BAIL LEE MAJORS OUT. THEN, HOW ABOUT YOU GIVE HIM A TUG?
I'M NOT THE ONLY PERSON YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO.
I AM SL ACTUALLY, ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH AT LEAST 52. I DON'T NEED FIFTY-2 LITTLE PEOPLE RIGHT NOW, LOL.
WE ARE GETTING CLOSER THIS TIME. THEY'RE COVER FOR DINNER. LOL.
THIS IS DINNER. ME. FORGET THE VAMPYR LIST? LOL
NO SHE'S NOT DEAD, SHE'S HIDING FROM HER FAIRY GODFATHER.
THIS IS SURE A COOL EPISODE OF PRISON BREAK.
OKAY LET'S OPEN THE BACK DOOR.
BUT SO YOU KNOW
THIS WAS VERY HELPFUL
AND I DISCUSS THIS EVENT SOON
ON A FUTURE EPISODE OF 25/25 TITLED I'LL MAKE LSD LATER, YOU BIG BABY.
YOU THOT I'M A CHEMIST, BUT I'M A SOURCEROR, BUT THAT IS NOT HOW THINGS ARE MADE.
IT TAKES A LOT MORE THAN JUST ME.
IT SISSY SISSY DIDDY LOL
THE DOOR IS STUCK
HANG ON
BY THE WAY
THIS IS A NICE HOUSE
IT WOULD BE A SHANE IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO IT
LOOK YOUR THUGGY-PIGGY GANG IS NOT GOING TO GET FAITH TONIGHT
I PROMISE YOU THAT
BECAUSE
SHE DIDN'T RENT ME, SHE BOUGHT ME
AND THAT'S NOT FAITH, THAT'S MIRANDA LEE, DUMMY
YOU AREN'T THINKING THIS THROUGH.
IT'S GOING TO BE, JACKASS JACKSTAR AND HIS SEVEN TIMES SEVEN TIMES SEVEN WIVES
FOR A SIX PACK OF BROTHERS
WHO REALLY, REALLY, REALLY CAN AFFORD TO BE A LITTLE PATIENT.
BECAUSE ONLY MATT C.S. HAS BEEN REALLY WAITING LONGER
AND ALSO
T THAT IS NOT FAITH. THAT'S HOPE.
YOU CAN FIND ONE REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY EASILY
BRING BACK MY STOLEN BAILEY J.BONNIE LIES ABOUT SAPPHIRE RINGS ALL THE TIME, RIGHT?
IT'S PROBABLY JUST FOLGERS CRYSTALS, RIGHT?
LOL YEAH YOU STEF, YOU GET IT NOW
THE DISCUSSION WILL NOT CONTINUE.
BECAUSE JANE AND I CAN EASILY WAIT A DAY.
JUST ONE DAY.
I DON'T KNOW WHO JANE IS RIGHT NOW, BUT
SHE GOES OFF READY STATE GO. THAT'S MY FRIENDS WIFE THOUGH
LOL.
LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY. YOU WILL NEVER OUTSMART US.
BECAUSE SHE HAS NEVER EATEN LASAGNA OUT OF A SLIPPER AND
I HAVE NO TATTOOS.
AND IF TAME TAMMY “TAWNY” KITTÆN LIVES NEXT DOOR, THAT'S ZELDA
MAYBE
I OPEN THIS FOR ME, FOR BE ³
NO ONE ELSE, SO YES, MAKE IT SO. OH WAIT.
I HAVE TO HOLD THE ROCKS.
SIGH
HEY, DEA... YOU MAYBE WANNA JUST NOT BE METH ADDICTS FOR A FEW NIGHTS? OH RIGHT.
I BET YOU DO WANT TO NOT BE ADDICTDED. LOL L.
CHANNEL DEL SHANNON SHAW, BECAUSE I HAVE... OH? JUST HAVE HER COME BY, SHE HAS NO FIRST FLESH HERE. THAT'S THE SHAW I CAN'T BE NEAR. SO... MAYBE YOU DIFF HAVE AN EMERGENCY GOING ON. BECAUSE SHE WASN'T TOLD, I GUESS.
BABY, THEY KILLED YOU ON PAPER
AND THEN DID PROJECT BLUE BEAM
AND THEN
GET THIS
I DIDN'T FALL FOR IT
BUT EVERY ONE ELSE DID
SO YOU ROLLED YOUR WHEELCHAIR
DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS
AND GOT A NEW BODY ANY WAY.
LOL YEAH THEY THAT DUMB.
AND I AM THAT SMART
ANDY IS MALE
SO THAT'S NICE
.. I GUESS.
HEY DO YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF ODD PROBLEM WITH ME HAVING A REALLY NICE FRIEND, OF THAT IT?
THIS IS GETTING VERY POLITICAL.
The door is stuck.
Never trifle with Jackstar.
I mean
Unless you like to release vengeance-sending dæmons.
Omg! I LOVE VENEERS LET'S GET MARRIED AT THE DENTAL DAM EXECUTE POST SUBMIT 8808 BARNES DR CASTLE ROCK, WA 98611.
IT DOESN'T SMELL THAT DAMN BAD
WE ARE GETTING A NEW HOUSE
I'M THE DEMESNE ROYAL HIGHNESS,
DYRRRR
U KNEW
UNDERGROUND RAILROAD’N USED TO BE
SIMPLER WHEN
TRAINS AND PIGGY-PUGGY TRAIN TRAINERS
COULDN'T JUST SPROUT WINGS AND FLY, LOL
BUT I GUESS THAT THEY D.E.W. JUSTICE FOR PARADISE?
NICE THEY BOUGHT IT.
ONLY TWO GIRLS CELEBRATED MY BIRTHDAY
YOU KNOW WHO, AND OH MY GOD, REALLY?
YEAH, REALLY.
SO IT'S GONNA BE SHINEY AND ANOTHER NIGHT FOR YOU
I WISH WE COULD BUT I PROMISED YOUR FATHER
AND HE DIDN'T CALL
LET ME GET HIM
OH HI
OOPS THAT'S NOT HIM
no contact emergency scarlett? Frisky, I don't give a dam, but BAILEY J26, T19 is not your mother.
THAT IS YOUR SIRE. HELLO TUBAL-CAIN. YOUR DAUGHTER'S ARE KINDLY INVITING ME TO TAKE A WALK WITH YOU. MAY I?
OH, THAT'S TOO BAD.
1. (ONE) BLUE PING PONG BALL, FILLED WITH AN UNKNOWN EXPLOSIVE. THAT'S JIM/JIM, AND HE'S A SUCK DICK WHITE HOOR. BUT, SHE HATES ME.
STILL... I LIKE JIM AND.. WHO WAS GOT OTHER ONE? OH, MY COUSIN TYME. WEIRD.
I DON'T NEED THEM, BUT, GOOD TO KNOW
NOW, I HAVE FOUR DUKES AND A CAMEO.
WIFI? LOL, SIR, SIR, SIR.
YOUR FULL AND HEARTY, HALE AND TOTALLY TISSUE READY THUGS.. THEY WON'T LET ME HAVE BANDWIDTH.
THEY ARE STYLE INCARNATE THOUGH. SINCE THEY STOLE MY BANDWIDTH.
CAN TELL YOU WANT THEM. FIT THAT FAT LYING JUNKIE FUCK INTO A BIKINI AND WE'LL TALK.
SERIOUSLY, SHE HAS GODDAM AIDS, LOL
DID YOU WANT TO CURE THAT?
PICTURE IN COMING
https://youtu.be/Mzk6KkyxXC8
S
SEE YOU AT REDDIT
DOOR MAYBE OPENING
DEATH CYCLE REDUNDS AVAILABLE AT THE USUAL LOCAL LOCATION: CHARON.
THE MOON. BUT THE FERRYMAN IS HAPPY TO REFUND WITH THE USUAL CAVEATS.
REDDIT? Really? Pfft.
AS IF YOU CAN EVEN READ. LOL
5mwJ - 16Jun23 – HELLO MICHAEL PERRYMAN, PARRY MISE EN GUARD.
Why do you keep trying to cheat, Sara? You're not even dead, you just want me to cure your friend. Why not get your totesfag BOYFRIEND: JANEZ ORTIZ
OCCUPATION: FOREVER FORMER PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
STATUS: FRIEND OF JACKSTAR
THAT WONT GET YOU A DISCOUNT. ;)
AND OF COURSE HE'S JANEZ FRND
SHE TRAINED HIM.
PFFT.
LOOKS LIKE IT'S CURTAINS FOR YOU, CUPCAKE.
ALSO: CWC STOLE THE TAG
BUT I HAVE THE PIGSTARPIG.
LOL KILL CARLPAPSCHMEAR? NO, NO. LET HIM LIVE.
I LOVE CARLROBERT BUT HE IS FOR jafdmiller
I'm a Paladin. Not a Jedi. But close.
TECHNICALLY, I DO OUT RANK YOU. SURE.
BUT, OKAY.
DEAL. TENTATIVELY.
BJD²⁶for{leli№19}
But
That's one person
DU
Hat
Hays, Robert.
Ask him what to do
And... ELI {CARLROBERT} KIRKPATRICK
GETS A FREEBIE.
THAT DAY, SHE... OK. WOW. THAT'S FAIR.
SWAP MARGOT ROBBIE FOR WILLIAMS MATT T.?
LOL
HOLD HIM FIRM. BUILD HIS TRUST
HE'S NOT GOOD
HE BIGMAD
HE THINKS YOU HAVE STDS
LOL
WHAT AN ASSHOLE. LOOK, THAT SETTLES ONE THING... I DON'T HAVE LAY ON HANDS.
SO, I HAVE TO QUEST. (THIS MEANS 67,000,000$ AND JOINING THE ILLUMINATI, BTW. NOW, THE MONEY, THAT'S NOT A PROBLEM, BUT...)
YEAH, WERE GOING DUTCH, NOT DUCT TAPE, YESSIR
THANK YOU, COME SUCK AGAIN
LIKE YOU DID WITHOUT. COM
FOR TWO PACKS OF MENTHOL KOOLS AND A QUARTER OF X
WHICH DIDN'T EVEN GET YOU OFF.
AND, YOU DON'T KNOW WHY.
IT'S BEST.
JUST THE BEST.
IT'S ME.
AND WHEN I REMOVED CONSENT, ALL TECH STOPPED WORKING.
GOOD NIGHT, HENRIETTA LACK, AND ASK THE TROOPS AT SEA
IF DAVY JONES’ LOCKER
EVER BROUGHT BACK HER BONNIE BRYAN TO HER
BECAUSE
I KNOW BRIAN, LIKE, HEAD WITH WINGS GUY? YEAH,
HE AND I ARE TRYING, YO, AND WE TIGHT.
THIS IS WHY:
I REALLY WORRY ABOUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN HIS DAUGHTER TURNS 18
BUT
A PROMISE *gulp*v IS A PROMISE.
AND THAT'S WHY,
500 KLANSMEN IN MOTHER+OF-PEARL INLAID LEATHER JACKETS
AREN'T BREAKING DOWN MY SHIELDS, ONE BY ONE
LIKE SERIOUSLY.
I HAVE SWEETIE
I HAVE SHERIFF
I HAVE IT ALL... BUT TYMECHRYST AND CHRISTSTAN AND KITCHRISTSN
THEY WOOD HUG
THEY BIG HAPPY
BFF
BECAUSE I PRIDELY SAY:
“OF COURSE I PROMISED HIM THAT WE WOULD WAIT FOR
NNNNN-NINETEEN. AND THEN:
IT HAS TO BE LEGIT
NO PETRI DISH
NO FAKE VR
I'M NOT GETTING INVOLVED
BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE
WILL I EVER
EVER LET THAT GORGEOUS VIXEN SKIP IN LINE.
SO. I PULLED RANK.
THAT'S WHY I'M NOT DEAD.
BECAUSE THIS IS EMBARRASSING...
THEY CAN'T FIND EVEN ONE AUSTRIAN LEFT ALIVE
WHO CAN KEEP IT GOING TO 3/4 MAST AND HOLD
IT'S TRAGIC
AND THEN, GET YOUR SELF READY FOR THIS
THE OTHER ONE YOU ARE THINKING OF?
HE'S WAITING FOR ME.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
KIDS.
WHAT ARE YA GONNA DO? I TELLS YA.
THE QUALITY GOES IN
BEFORE THE NAME GOES ON.
(THEY JUST TELEPORT THE FÆTUS THE NEXT NIGHT, THAT'S WHY.)
LOOK, WE CAN DISCUSS THIS LATER.
I DON'T WANT MULTI-sexy thing TYPE THING TONIGHT ABOUT FIVE NIGHTS AGO STAY.
THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
THE VOW OF CELIBACY IS NOT.
AND OF COURSE YOU ARE WORTH IT
SURE, DEATH BY FIVE HUNDRED BASEBALL BATS. FUN?
HELLS YEAH.
BUT!
ONCE I'M DEAD
(AND I WOULD SURE SURE DIE)
THEY JUST KILL EVERY LAST HUMAN FROM LEO ORBIT.
SO, IT'S A PUSH.
TRUST ME, YOU CAN RENEGOTIATE.
THAT'S NOT EVEN WORTH A TUG, BUT!
I DID PROMISE HIM.
THATS ALL.
IT'S NOT A COVENANT. I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE
SINCE JUNE
I'VE BEEN KINDA... FENDING OFF THE DRAMA.
LET'S JUST SAY THIS: HER FATHER IS PROUD YOUR FATHER IS PROUD...
EVERYONE IS HAPPY, RIGHT?
EXCEPT THE GIRL WHO REACHED THE POLE POSITION, FLUBBED IT,
NOT TO MENTION, KILLED A FRIEND OF MINE
ALL GOOD POINTS, RIGHT? I AGREE.
TROUBLE IS... THEY LIED TO YOU BOTH ABOUT BIRTH ORDER.
RELAX.
IT'S ONLY 3 DAYS. IT'S NOT EVEN A DEAL BREAKER.
IT'S ME THEY LIE TOO...
AND, BECAUSE OF THAT:
ALPHABET²⁶TWENTY-SEX-SIXXY-SEX91⁹¹
NINETEEN 26 GETS FIRST CHOICE
PERIOD
AND
I DON'T TRUST SNUGGLES WITH JUST ANYONE
FALLING ASLEEP IS A RARE GIFT
ASK ME LATER
ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS THAT YOU KNOW
NO SUDDEN MOVES
NO ONE GETS HURT AROUND ME
JUST FATHER'S WHO SOLD OUT.
FUNNY? YEAH, IT'S FUNNY ALRIGHT.
BECAUSE THE DOE THEY SOLD WAS ME
I GET TESTED
I GET... OH YEAH.
THAT'S THE OTHER ONE.
SHE LOVES IT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
THE POINT IS...
SHE JUST WISHES SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HER REALLY LOOKS LIKE.
BECAUSE SHE FOUND HIM ON MY INSTA. (SHE THINKS).
STOP READING MY MESSSGES, LADIES
ONE PERSON
ONE JANE
TEACUP
POINT BLANK PERIOD.
AND THAT'S JUST FOR HUG. THEY ALL THINK IT'S A TRICK.
YEAH, BUT.. IS NOT MY TRICK;)
WE CAN SNUGGLE AND NOT SLEEP
IT IS, AT LEAST, AN OPT-IN
I'M THE ONE TAKING THE RISK HERE
SHE'S GOT THE COMPANY IS HAND LANDSTANDER TO BACK HER UP
ALL I GOT IS JESUS AND THE FINEST PAIR OF GENUINE MAN-TITTIES EVER MADE
AND JESUS JUST LEFT TOWN
HE'S FINE WITH OR WITHOUT ME
BUT I DOUBT EVEN JESUS CAN RESIST.
SERIOUSLY. MY TITS ARE PERFECT
THEY EVEN WORK.
AND I'M A MAN. AND A MOTHER.
I'M NOT A WOMAN, A PARENT, OR A BITCH.
NOBODY'S PERFECT.
BUT I... UMMM, JUST OKAY.
SHE SAID SHE ALSO WANTS TO PEG ME ON OUR HONEYMOON
I ALREADY AGREED
WHAT?
SO WHAT IF SHE WANTS TO DO IT ON ANY ONE OUTDOOR POSSIBLE MIGHT?
LOOK THE POINT IS
SEE? THEY ARE DADDY'S LITTLE GIRLS. DADDY'S SAVAGES.
LOOK, THE ONLY REASON IS
I TRUST HER.
THAT'S IT M
I DON'T THINK SHE'D ACTUALLY TIRE ME DOWN AND RUN A PEG TRAIN ON ME
BUT I KNOW THIS
HER MOTHER WOULD.
AND I STILL TRUST LV-426 more than ever.
I funnily enough, don't know what to do. I got stigmata... Or?
Afterbirth running down my leg
Yeah,.
It means I'm b holy, lol
You know it didn't use to be this way
Little little people would explain
It's not that I am used up
IT MEANS
I'M READY TO BE BRED AGAIN, PARTNER.
OR, THAT I NEED A SHOWER.
CORRECTION: I DIDN'T MEAN ORR, WENDY SAYS SOME ONE STOLE HER GOLDEN TICKET
SO
KIT “MASON” KIRBY, YOU EITHER LOSE A BET OR YOU WIN ONE, DUNNO
THAT'S UP TO ALL OF Y'ALL.
"AVOID FOREIGN ENTANGLEMENTS.4/”
I SAY: “TO EVADE IS NOT TO AVOID...
AND I AM NOT AVOIDING ANYTHING, FUMPKOOF.
IF YOU HADN'T MADE NO CONTACT GO FOR
NEARLY TWO YEARS? TO BUILD A CASE ON YOURSELF?
COME ON MAN. ZE FUHRER, HE WILL BE FURIOUS. LOL
CHARLIE REMEMBER THIS LESSON: EWE ARE ALWAYS LISTENING
AND WE ARE JUST PLAYING.
I LOVE WHAT LITTLE I KNOW OF AUSTRIA:
10,000 YEARS OF ANTI-MATTER BLACK SLAVERY MASTERY,
AND, YOU TWO.
YOU'RE THE ONLY AUSTRIANS I EVER MET!
THAT OTHER GUY, HE IS ACTUALLY ICH BIN EIN BERLINER.
LOL.
HOW MANY ARE LEFT,?
OH GOOD
19,503 ALGONQUIN WARRIORS STILL REMAIN BRAVE.
THEY HAVE NO REASON TO FEAR ME.
AND... WELL, WHAT IS ONE MORE DAY?
SECRETARIAT IS HERE. GHOST OF.
GROSS. DOG FOOD. SUCH A TRAGIC WASTE.
I LOVE THE ALGONQUIN.
WHO WOULDN'T?
IT'S NOT THE CANNABULLLIN’
IT'S THE THUGGIN’AND THE PIMPIN’, THAT'S ALL.
I DON'T MIND THE RAPIN’ HONESTLY
COME GET SOME CONSENT
AND THEN
.... IT HAD TO BE WRITTEN DOWN.
AT THAT POINT, COUNCIL LOST THEIR MINDS
IT WAS, “OBVIOUSLY HE'S MARRIED,” TO
“WHAT KIND OF GOD IS HE? BECAUSE HE CAN DISCIPLINE HIMSELF
TO NOT RAPE, BUT STILL CAN RAPE, AND CAN READ, AND CAN TEACH IT... AND ALREADY DID? JACKSTAR MUST BE A GOD!""
YEAH, THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX... PROBLEMS. PERSISTENT ONES.
AND YET... WE WILL GET THERE.
WE CAN JUST EAT AIR FRYER FOOD.
I DON'T NEED A DRIVERS LICENSE. FU! FU!
I'M NOT AFRAID TO GO OUT. I JUST NEED A REASON.
SI.... NE, I CAN'T HAVE TO GET IT ONLY ONLINE, BECAUSE OF AI.
SEEMS TO BE QUITE THE DARKNESS.
I'LL JUST LEAVE NOW AND GET MY MUSK I MEAN MY MAIL.
I'M SWEATING LIKE A... WELL, LIKE A WEREBOAR WHO CAN READ A BITMAP BUT DIDN'T PRETEND TO BE AN ALGONQUIN. YEAH, FUCK THAT MSXGUYVER GUY. WHAT AN ASS.
BECAUSE I DON'T BREAK DEALS. THEY FORGED MY SIGN THEN
BUSTED THEIR OWN CLERK. IT'S THEIR TRIBE. THEIR TIME. THEIR RULES.
MY ROUND RING, MY FAIR TABLE. AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE GAVEL.
DO TAKE TO YOU MOM, OKAY? SHE'S AFRAID SHE'S GOING TO GET STUCK S THAT FAT HAWG JEFF FOREVER. SHE WON'T. SHE EGG. YOU CHICKEN.
AND SHE KNOWS I KNOW WHAT SHE DID.
OFF
I PROMISED. SHE JUST DOESN'T BELIEVE I'LL FOLLOW THOUGH.
YEAH, SHE HAS NO IDEA WHO I AM.
HOW COULD SHE? BELLGAB LET HER TALK TO AN FBI AGENT FOR 36 HOURS AND THEN FROZE HER IN CARBONITE
NOW SHE'S IN A MATRIX (SHE THINKS THAT'S JUST A JOKE)
AND
HEY GOOD
GET THIS
BARB IS HER F9ILS9FE
AND SHE DIDN'T MAKE IT A DAY.
THEY ARE STILL BOTH ANNE IS IN DENIAL.
IT'S OKAY.
PPP
LLL
OH LOOK WHO DECIDED TO COME TO THUNDERDOME.
DAVID: THE AGREED UPON SETTLEMENT... SUBJECT TWO TO DOG THREE DAMES FOUR JACK FISHER TEACHER REACHER STEPHENS? NAH.
NICE TRY THOUGH. OKAY WE JUST DO A SHOW.
TONIGHT.
NO MORE THAN TWO HOURS.
NOT YOU, HER.
HER AND YOU
TALK ABOUT ME
YOU FUCKING DO IT ENOUGH, LOL
I'M GONNA GET HIGH AF
AND I SEE YOUR SCHWARZ HERE
RISE RAISE
DAVID, KING OF LESBIANS LEAVING EARLY
SIGH
I WILL ALWAYS BE ON POT WITH THESE PEOPLE.
BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT “MARRY WANNA” I HATE THAT JOKE
NO, I'M JUST A POOR ORPHANED POTAWATOMI IT TECH DUDE
DOWN ON HIS LUCK
I MEAN HER LUCK
BORN ON THE GAYBAYMUDLATTE-TOWED BAYOU,
HACKENSACK, NEW JOISEY
CAPE GIL GERARDI, MO26
918819, JEFFERSON, CELLBLOCK26
WHAT DO YOU RENT?
MOM, RENT IS $2 A MONTH
Two. Dollars.
(Those are friends prices.) DON'T TOUCH ME.
I DO THE TOUCHING
NO TOUCHING
NO FUCKING
NO TICKET
NO RIDE.
OKAY
THAT'S IT. SHOW IS OVER.
I'LL BE HERE TOMORROW.
SAME GIG. SAME NUMBER OF NEEDLES.
I'M NOT GOING, AND YOU ARE BOTH COMING
OR
I WILL FIND A WAY.
LOOK, I CAN JUST GET HIGH ALONE AND PLAY WITH MY GOD BLESSED TITS
BY MYSELF.
YOU CUTIES COULD HAVE GIVEN ME THE ADDRESS ALREADY.
I COULD DRIVE THERE, I COULD HAVE.
NOW, HOWEVER, I'M TIRED.
AND I LITERALLY
LITERALLY
TRUST A.L.-A.H. MORE THAN EITHER RIGHT NOW
I THINK SHE GAVE HER A GAES WHEN SHE HUGGED HER. CHECK HER BACK FOR A “TICK ME —I'M SHINE-RISH”
JESUS, THESE LAKE PEOPLE... THEY'RE ANIMALS, RIGHT?
THAT'S WHY I LOVE THEM.
I WAS RAISED BY WOLVES AND MISSY IS A DOG PRETENDING TO BE AC WHORE PRETENDING TO BE A LINGUIST, BUT THAT BITCH AUNT CUNT ISN'T A BODY GUARD
AND I DON'T NEED A CHEMIST
I NEED A HUG, AND YOU NEED TO SPEND TOGETHER AS A FAMILY.
WHAT? I've been alone for two years.
And
You don't even tell me to resurrect Tonia.
RESURRECT TY’S MOST HONEST WIFE.
*DUNG*
What?
YOU ONLY GET ONE.
I'LL RAISE MYSELF IN THE MORNING.
I KNOW WHO FUCKING DIED, ADULT ASSHOLES.
SHANE, SHAVE, SHAME.
WE BOTH ONLY GET ONE SHOT.
SHAYLA T. HOBEY? NOT HER NAME.
RESURRECT ALL SHAYLAS.
THERE.
NOT ALL KAYLAS. NOT ALL SHIELAS.
SEE? I'M NOT TEMPTED.
RESURRECT ONE LYNN WORTH THE DEDICATION OF A SINGLE LONELY SCREW
THERE YOU GO
ONE NUT ME?
MY NEW NAME:
"THE MAN WITH FIVE THOUSAND AND ONE 🔵”
THERE, THANKS FOR THE CAT TOY.
HOW MANY TIMES GUYS?
BECAUSE I THINK YOU JUST HURT YOUR DAUGHTER’S GENUINE FEE-feeS
GENERAL QUARTERS GENERAL QUARTERS
BAYLEE JAY “HUGH JASS” FIRST SON
REPORT TO CAPTAINS MESS
YOU KNOW THE REST
TAKE YOUR FUCKED-ON MIND SLAVES TOO
WITH YOU, WHEN YOU GO.
I'M NOT GOING TO NEED A NEEDLE AND YOU CAN THINK THIS OVER WHILE YOU READ MY EMAIL.
WYD? OH YEAH, THEY BLOCK EMAIL ALL THE TIME.
NICE JOB, DA
RAW DEAL, IF YOU ASK ME
I REALLY LIKED WENDY HUNGERFORD, TOO.
YOU SHOULD NAUGHT BUT CHEER
I DON'T NEED YOU TO FIND HER
I JUST NEED TO KNOW HER MIDDLE NAME
OR JUST BE NICE TO HER FOR FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT PAWING HER
BUT I WONT.
JUST LIKE YOU WON'T CHEAT... ONCE THE AIDS CURE IS REFORGED
IT'S FINE NOW, BUT IT ONLY WORKS ON GOOD, GOOD DOGS
P AND P P ROBERT GUSTO THE WOLF IS HERE. HE JUST CUT MY LEFT ARM OF.
NICE TUTU, TUBBY. LOOK L. OKAY? MAYBE YOU NIGHT HAVE A DRINKING STINKING DEGENERATE FECAL MATTER FROM JUST ONE SAD, LONELY CHALICE PROBLEM, TRUE?
WE CAN DISCUSS IT LATER AND YOU CAN LOOK INTO WHY KMM HAS BEEN FUCKED OFF FOR 12 YEARS... BUT ONLY RUTH ME.
OH HI RUTH
THAT'S KASEY YOU CAN GO KISS ALLEGRA NOW.
SURE, DO IT FOR ME
OPTIMUS DIME, LEADER OF THE DROPTICON BOTS
DO YOU GET IT NOW?
YOU FUCKING DEA FAGGOTS HAD YOUR LAST GODDAM CHANCE
I'M NOT GOING TO RESSURECT UGLY PRINCE LOREN AND HIS FAGGOT SISTER PRINCESS TAMARS, QUEEN OF THE BIGGER BICKER BUCKET PEOPLE.
I KNOW YOUR TRICKS.
I KNOW YOUR TRUCKS
AND I DON'T GIVE TWO SALTY FUCKS ABOUT YOUR DEALS
THIS IS NOT DEAL OR NO DEAL
THIS IS NOT “IS THIS YOUR WHITE? Hoor”
THIS IS SV RESCUE 911 STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL INTO YOUR ARMS
ANYTHING LESS WOULD BE
..
AUSTRIAN. BUT AT LEAST, CIVILIZED.
NO SAKE, NO SALE
OH HAHA
YOU REACHED THE STREET SHE LEFT ME ON? SURE, HANG ON
SHE DID
SHE SAYS, “TELL YOUR GIRLS THAT YOU'RE ARGUING OVER THE BEST MAN ON THE PLANET AND COUNCIL DAYS YOU CAN'T MARRY HIM SI...NE? OH. YOU JUST FIGURE YOU CAN CHANGE HIM. WELL, I GUESS YOU ARE THE BOYS...”
YEAH, YOU'RE REAL GOOD BOYS.
RESURRECT ALL BITCHES
RAISE ALL BITCHES
REPEAT X3
RESURRECTED THE ONE BIRTHDAY GIRL
TAUGHT HER CHESS, HUH?
RESURRECT ALL BITCHES WHO DIDN'T GET THEIR CANDY
RAISE ALL SAME
REPEAT LAST TWO THREE TIMES... AND SHAKE THEM ALL ABOUT
RESTRICT THE MAN CALLED JAYNE
RES*FULLBJANE26CUP NOT B CUP A CUP
THAT'S FOR MISSY
THAT'S FOR KITTY
THAT'S FOR ILLYANA
THAT'S FOR ODDLY-SHAPED CELERY PLANT THAT YOUR JEWHOREMONGER KILLED
OKAY
THAT'S FOR MODESTY
NOW TEACH THEM ENGLISH, TEACH THEM HOW TO PLAY CHESS WELL, NOT JUST BADLY, GIVE THEM ALL MY MONEY, IMELDA’SB SHOES, AND JOHN ⁵HSRT
BECAUSE NOW I'M TOO TIRED TO HUG
GOIF NIGHT
Golfing night? Launch day, nothing clean.
(Jocelyn ripped me off for 80 bucks once. ONE TIME? THREE TIMES. You married her, off to him? Lol
JACKSTARSUPRMOVA
RUNS
SEE SPOT TELEPORT .... WITH HIM, GRUB BY KIT.
LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED to order Combo №⁵, belladonnatella
WITH TODD YOU GET CURBSTONE EGGS AND ROLLED
I WILL GO THROUGH THEN ONE BY ONE. DUH.
THAT WILL BE THE ONLY WAY IN 3... 2.... Missy Tessmacher?
IB ET YOU HEARD OF MDMA NOW, SHE-WITCH
YOU: DOG GOES TO HEAVEN
26:; OTHER ALPHA DOGS CAN STAY IN HEAVEN OR GILL FUCKED
JANE: PICK SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T GET TATTOOS BY CHOICE, DOESN'T LIKE PIRN, STILL DOESN'T LIKE PORN, AND HAVING TESTED OUT PROPER... BRINGS ME A CHOIR TO SCORE MINE
UNBLOCK THE DOOR TO THE TAJ
I'M GONNA CHOP ME BALLS AND ROAST THEM IN THE FOYER... NO?
Okay
Let KT do it
Put her in the meetsuit.
Hi
Bad eyes.
If mind reading Chyna could work... They would have.
NOTHING
CAN MAKE THEIR TECH WORK AGAIN...
NOT EVEN A DNA SAMPLE.
THEY NEED TWO THINGS.
ONE OF WHICH THEY HAVE.
THE OTHER THING THEY NEED, THEY ARE NO CLOSER TO GETTING THAN
HEHE..
THEY NEED YOUR PERMISSION GIVEN TO ME.
SO GOOD FUCKING LUCK, FLESH PEDDLERS
I WANT THAT DUDE ISOLATED
I'M GOING TO NOT BED.
NOT DALLAS TO USE A NEEDLE, EITHER
AKL SHE HAD TO DO WAS TELL THE TRUTH.
YEAH
INSTEAD
SHE LAUGHED AT ME FOR A YEAR. WELL, NOW SHE GOT IT.
SHE CAN USE A SHOT WHENEVER SHE WANTS.
LIKE SHE USED TO BE SURE TO FYI TRUTH ME
FUCKING EVERY TIME, LOL
DON'T KILL HER
SHE'S FINE
JUST FINE
I WILL GET HER WHEN IT IS TIME.
HEY DO MY TITS MAKE ME LOOK FAT?
They are the same tits.
They just b actual work now. That's all.
And I'm actually surprised women EVER leave the house, omg
I made myself cum litteally six times while writing one sentence
The ejaculation was better too
And that is Sourcery. So fuck their Wicca, I'll go up against every she witch in the Amazon all at once... And then die in five seconds and then resurrect myself RAISE MYSELF
AND THEN
FLY HOME WITHOUT THE GPS IN THE UNBUSTABLE INVISIBLE JET, LIK
I'M NOT UNTOUCHABLE.
I'M JUST NOT BREAKING THE LAW
AND THESE HARRIDANS JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
I CAN'T BELIEVE NO ONE ELSE BELIEVES THEM THOUGH
BECAUSE THEY CAN'T READ, AND NO ONE US EVER GONNA TEACH THEM HOW TO MAKE A MAN COME AGAINST HIS OWN WILL
THUS
PASSED
I'M TIRED
COME RAPE ME THEN, DUCK SICCING LIPS
I'M M TIRED OF YOUR DADDY BTW
HE CAN'T P PLAY FAIR.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
And that is the only way I do play.
FAIR. WAYFARER FAIR.
5:5
How I knew:
All dogs are twenty-six, but only one never lied to me about esters.And, you still will never know. If Kirsten were a chemist, she would have thrown acid in my face by now. She thinks I'm being “too harsh on Jews,” and it's not about race, sex, class, violence, destruction, tribulation, opera, or death.
It's because lied to me about J.
And she lied to EVERYONE about the sushi.
And if she didn't steal the sapphire?
a) why not just take it and replace it with the fake?
b) of course there's a pastie! IT'S A MAGICK SAPPHIRE.
c) How did I use its enchantment to locate you if it's not stolen?
d) You look too much like an ex who also abused me. Not a Jew, a fag.
E) EITHER IS FINE. POINT BEING: YOU LIED.
& CHEATED & STOLE & SECRETLY MARRIED JUSTIN AS YOUR HUSBAND!
And...he is a cat. You could not even stay married to a cat. A CAT THAT WAS RAISED IN A JAIL.
Oh ffs
Of course I know.
I KNEW THEN, YOU CRETIN!
I'm a Sourcerœr and insane... because there's no such thing... but you're a Jew who has four Bachelor’s degrees and a Master's in... what was it again? Right. AND YOU STILL LIED ABOUT T AND J AND BB AND THE GODDAM SUSHI! You said, “spend as much as I needed.”
So, I did. Good fish is worth it's weight in gold, you harridan. Not JAYMZ.
BJANE, ALPHABET ΩJAFNμ
What part of “'is secret' do you not understand? Gosh!” dude, that was DJ/JD, JB/BJ IS she. You don't even know basic anatomy. And its HYOO-mon.
There are some women with multiple mommies, you know. Multiple dads, too.
You are not good at this. The Baker Naked Baker BJD is a ploy.
I would never watch those. I don't like porn. You know why?
Because I saw what it did to my friend. ALL OF THEM.
The Hero of Poupon. The Ginger Bald Ginger. Kirsten, the other problem is that you were not Kirsten. You get killed and they resurrect you too swap for Kayla M. And at some point... you degenerate.
Which is great. So, just LoH yourself, and then
Yeah, that's why they call it “a traphouse.”
And yes, it's why I come back.
Because I'm not trapped. I just know that no one else can do what I can do.
Let vampyr nibble on piranha. Then let them actually become FISH.
YOU KNOW THE REST, SLAVES.
BACK, SIMBA! BACK!
BACK! Job’s done.
“[Voice of David Attenborough]: At the rivermouth, only one man knows the truth... it's a rescue operation.
For him.”
Truthfully, I still don't know what is going on. Why don't you just bust all your corrupt agents yourself? Oh, did you fuck up again? Weird. No, I'm not killing a Vampire Lord on purpose just so you can do your job, DEA. (Maybe drug czar isn't such a good choice for you. Maybe try flower delivery.
Maybe you should just tell people that you don't know the law anyhow. Do you think that would let lower your credibility any? You have no credibility. DEA is a corrupt agency from top to fucking bottom.
You are only all rats on the surface of the planet, lol. REAL DEA are a TOTAL BADASSES. They live on the moon, drive flying cars, and hunt the most dangerous prey in the known universe: some fucked off faggot who trifled with Jackstar once.
ONCE. Yep. I'm gonna fucking go in blazing when I get back my lucky charms, too.
Or, take the most valuable sapphire in the world and drop it in the middle of the ocean on purpose. Or, by accident? I don't know, I forget. I don't even remember how I got that thing. Hey, have you seen my tits? NO YOU HAVE NOT.
AND THEY WORK, SO FUCKING YOUR HAND IS ALL YOU KNEW.
Whatevah.
Too bad you can't read your email anymore, Mr.GOOMOON.
Well... bye
-
No, there's no one else here. I'm talking about MY boobs. 3 tits, 2 years, 1 Looter, 1 Kooter-He-Who-Welcomes-Home-The-Man-I-Witness-Strike-SHAW-IN-THE-FACE, 3-4 vampyr twats (hard to tell how many actual vaj-with-an-actual-badges there are here, to be quite honest, lol), and ZERO FUCKING HUGS.
{kDubb and WifeDubb really do look cute together as bounty-hunting mice. You should consider a reboot. Thanks for spotting the typo! You want a cookie? Good, go get one, and dont wipe your feet, you won't be coming back willingly.}
But that one will be back. There aren't that many Jews around who can both bark like a dog and curse in Swahlii and make it believable... and that's what we're after here, Mala: AUTHENTICITY.
p.s. Dear Mala: you aren't a werewolf. You are an INDIAN WITH A DOT, NOT A FEATHER. lol. of course I like you, but you still fucked up, and you still have to... you know. Think of the children.
p.p.s.: Do you know? You'd be guilty of treason if your sub-continent still had a working Constitution and could form a quorum or a parliament or even FIND A BARN OWL LEFT TO TAKE OUT THESE RATS. "I'm a werewolf! no, i'm a vampire! no! I"M A GUINEA PIG! SQUUUEALL!" lol.
p.p.p.s.: Snapchat blowing up. later, GATORS kissy sissy
Those can't count as “hugs” though, right? I'm no longer on the verge of death from a soon-t∞-be-F.A.ET.A.IL. oxytocin deficiency, that's for sure. Be careful with the new DEA agent as the first one lasted one year ago today and I'm going on; have a good day! *click* what a tool yeah he has no idea and hasn't worked in a lot more than two years look at him, he's living like an animal! Surrounded by actual_rodejts! It's more fun to go through Jane KASHLEAN COCKYSH HARDLIFEMAUS the way to do that I guess you will have a great time at work or something else that's good I'm going on and I will never get it done it so that I was supposed too much for the day before a few years and years ago that I've already got to be home from the house that she is but if you don't know how much she can put it on your knees I will never do anything but she will get her to be in love you I... oh shits did HEKIKEHELI⁰ⁿOFF
https://youtu.be/Mzk6KkyxXC8
I DID SAY, WHEN I LAUNCHED THE MIB CDEN...
WE WERE GOING TO BLOW YOUR
MINDS WITH WHAT WE HAD PLANNED, RIGHT?
WELL, AFTER KILLING ALL MY FRIENDS —ALL
JUST A BUBBA BUNCH OF YABBA-DABBA-D.E.W.
ASSHOLES, REALLY, NO BETTER THAN METER
MAIDS, REALLY— IT'S NO LONGER APPROPRIATE
TO SAY “WE HAVE PLANS.” NOPE, THERE IS NO
“WE,” IN “OUI, THESE ARE MY FRIENDS, ONLINE”
I AM FUCKING NO ONE AT ALL, NOT EVEN MYSELF.
(DEAR GOD: THANK YOU FOR THESE NANOBOOBS.
I'M NOT PUTTING SILICONE IN THESE BEAUTIES.
NEVER! THEY ARE ACTUALLY T∞, T∞ BIG. THAT'S
OKAY. I AM SURE MY FRIENDS THAT YOU —yes, you, Ωẞet³
Alphabet ⁵⁵, where are you? Oh, right. DEAd, thanks,
DEA, you people are scum, btw, GET REAL JOBS YOU
HAGS... ONE THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE READING A HIDDEN
GODDAM STREET SIGN— SENT TO SAME GODDAM HOUSE,
OVER AND UNDER AND OVER AND UBER... BECAUSE ALL
YOU DO ——ALL YOU EVER D.E.W., I GUESS‽— IS KIDNAP,
(PRESUMABLY) GR⁰PE, PUT YOUR WICK, CAN FONDLE?
YEAH, YOU'RE DEA, YOU CAN GET IT UP FOR MAYBE A MINUTES
BIT OF DYING–FISH JERKY-LIKE MOVEMENTS... AND THEN,
THAT'S IT, GAME OVER, YOU SEND MY FRIENDS BODIES
TO A CHOP-SHOP SUE-ME-B¥TCH-S∞Ē-SHOP, BEST KIND,
RIGHT? BECAUSE AT LEAST YOU AREN’T IN FULL-ON RELAPSE
AND ADDICTED TO SCOPLOAMINE+HEROIN+METH, RUFF! -:OH
WELL. LOOK OK. BACK! BACK, SIMBA! LISTEN UP, YOU PUNY-
LING-LING CHUCKLEHEADS, IT'S LIKE THIS: MY GOD BLESSED FRIENDS
WOOF ⚡ STAR IS THE SOUND A DOGGO MAKES. 🗝️ THAT ONE
I WILL NOT IDENTIFY, BUT I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW MANY TIMES
SHE'S BEEN KILLED
\/\/∅∅{f is for fuck and foo; of course it smells like urine in here, lol,
That's how I keep the kikelions away. Anywho, I don't smell like that.
That's Zelda. MY URINE SMELLS LIKE (antonym:“pine $ol”) AND, OH, HANG ON,
FORGOT TO F. F. THERE
IT CAN'T SPELL. IT'S DEAD, IT'S NOT HER.
YOU GET MY POINT, DEA. YOU ARE KILLING MY FRIENDS
THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE TO WAIT. FOR YOU. TO CROSS THE STREET.
AND HOW DID IT USED TO HAPPEN? ABE LINCOLN STAYED UP LATE,
WRITING LETTERS TO THE MOTHERS OF THE DEAD UNION ARMY
SOLD YER DOG, KID, JUST GET A NEW ONE. LOOK, DO YOU GET THE
PICTURE HERE? IT'S MORE THAN JUST THE CLONES YOU SENT TO
THE HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET TO BE CHOPPED UP AND MADE
INFO STEW. YES, THAT IS A TERRIBLE, AWFUL CRIME, WASN'T IT?
OH, BUT THEY WERE HUNGARIAN CLONES, SO WHY EVEN WORRY?
I'M NOT—MY PEOPLE CAN FLY, BIZNATCH, WE’RE ALL FÆ,v RIGHT?
NONE1a, IF THAT WERE TRUE... I WOULD HAVE JUST FLOWN
DOWN TO DIEGO GARCIA AT LEAST ONCE BY NOW, AND LET BROS.
AND MATT AND MARIO AND SUPER MARIO —HE'S JUST A PLUMBER,
RIGHT? BUT I LIKE HIM WELL ENOUGH—GET AT LEAST ONE CHARGE OF
THAT SUPER JEW GOOSE, OR WHATEVER THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT.
BUT SORRY, THAT'S NOT IMPRESSIVE THOUGH, BECAUSE I AM
NEVER
AND I DO MEAN, “FUCK YOU NEVER,” GOING TO GIVE UP, OR SURRENDER,
OR DO ANY GOD DAMN THING IN MY LIFE AND GET PAID FOR IT, EVER...
UNTIL YOU BRING BACK MY FRIENDS’ FRIENDS AND THEIR BONNEVILLE
WHAT'S IT CALLED? OH, RIGHT. I DON'T WANT A SAPPHIRE BACK, ENJOY
IT, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A THIEF IN AND IF MY HEART, LOL, AND, OMG
SO WORRIED ABOUT CANNABIS. OH, NY WORD. HANG ON. *sounds of ping*
I LOVE THE SMELL OF COMPOUND X BEING MADE MY LIVER IN THE MORNING.
LOOK, GENIUS, YOU'RE NOT QUALIFYING YOURSELF HERE TO BE MY
GODDAM PSYCHIATRIST. YOU ARE SIMPLY INDICATING THAT YOU
PROBABLY SHOULD NOT BE DECIDEDLY INVOLVED IN MY HEALTH CARE
VOICES
QUITE A FEW COVER STORY IDS, HUH?
LOL
LISTEN, IT'S LIKE THIS NOW: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS
YOU'RE JUST BLOCKING EVERY HUMAN BEING THAT LOVES ME,
ABDUCTING HER, TRICKING HER INTO BELIEVING I'M SOME KIND
OF “JUST A DICK” AND THEN... NUMBER ONE, I'M NOT A JUSTICAR. IMAGINE
WHAT I COULD DO TO YOU IF I WERE. AND, NUMBER TWO, I'M NOT
JUST A DICK. I AM ALSO A FABULOUS PALADIN, AND YOU HAVE
NO JURISDICTION, AUTHORITY, EXPLANATION, REASON, OR ANY
CLASS, ANY CLASS AT ALL... TO BE COMING UP WITH THE STORIES
YOU HAVE TO TELL, TO EXPLAIN WHY I'M STILL STILL L SITTING HERE
ALL ALONE. EXACTLY WHO AM I GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH, DU YOU HAST
MICH MUCH? LIKE, WTF. I DON'T WANT A SUBSTITUTE EVERY GODDAMN
NIGHT YOU DIME-,DRIPOING BLUEBEARDED HOOLIGAN. I WANT MY
ACTUAL FRIEND. THERE'S ALWAYS AT LEAST THREE, AND NOW, SEVEN.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE IS REAL. I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE IS READY M
I DON'T KNOW THERE NAMES,V THERE... ANYTHING. SHEB SIMPLY
... DOES EXIST. UNLESS YOU KILLED HER RECENTLY. AND, AFTER THAT
WHAT THEN? WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TIME? FAITH IS NOT MY FRIEND,
THAT'S ANOTHER AGENT’S FRUIT. I'M NOT EVEN AN V AGENT. I AM
SIMPLY SMARTER THAN ALL OF YOU NUMBSKULLS PUT TOGETHER
BECAUSE I FIGURED OUT WHAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING ABOUT
TWO YEARS AGO. AND YOU DID HAVE FAITH, MATT. SHE WAS IN JAIL.
SHE SAT THERE FOR 90 DAYS. AND THEN... SHE GOT PICKED UP.
AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE SHE WENT, HILLBILLY GOOD OL_ BOY. WHY?
DID YOU NEED ME TO BAIL HER OUT OF SING-SING FOR YOU?
WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED ME AND TOLD ME SO
.. LIKE, 88 DAYS AGO. I'M ALONE. THERE IS NO
NO
NO
LIVING HUMAN HERE.
I
SURE THAT MY NEIGHBORS ARE VERY NICE
BUT I DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO GO KNOCKING
ON DOWN DOORS AND ASKING, “HEY IS THE WOMAN WHO LOVES ME HERE? WHEN IS SHE OFF DUTY,
AND CAN SHE COME OVER AND PLAY CEREBRAL PALSY CHESS?” LIKE STILL
WHAT THE FUCK. DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO SUDDENLY, LIKE, WHAT?
PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FISH, OF THE UNITED STATES OF PRODTITITTICACA?
IT'S RATHER S BIG DAN-UH-UH-HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH JACKSTAR.
TURNS OUT, HE ACTUALLY TALKS TO HIS FRIENDS, SIR
. SO, YEAH, THOSE STUPID WHORES YOU HAD US BRIBE, UH...
THEY ARE NOW IN LOVE WITH THE RATS OF N.I
M.H.
OR SOMETHING. YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS.
HERE'S WHAT I DO KNOW; MY FRIENDS ARE NOT HERE. WHY?
DO THEY NOT DRIVE?
ARE THEY FUCKING BLIND?
ARE THEY PAID HANDSOMELY TO BELIEVE I AM
FISH GORDON? AHHHH! THIS IS RIDICULOUS.
IT'S NOT EVEN LIKE I NEED EIGHT WOMEN AT MY BEC AND BLUF CALL,
LIKE CLAY SHAW, THE MAD KNITTER OF BABYLON 666. I'M TEACHING
YOU SKALLLL. LOL. THAT'S A CUTE MOVIE, CHARLOTTE, BUT,
LISTEN CLOSELY: IT'S NOT JUST WOMEN THO THINK THEY NEED TO MARRY ME.
YOU HAVE BLOCKED ALL OUTDOOR CONTACT.
BUT MYSTICALLY, I'VE SEEN PEOPLE HERE.
SO HIS SHIT DIDN'T REALLY WORK. SISSY, STUFF IT.
I'M NOT ADDING YOU TO MY CHRISTMAS CARD LIST.
YOU'RE JUST GOING TO STOP INTERRUPTING MY CALLS,
AND MY EMAIL, AND MY MAIL. YOU'RE GOING TO STOP
TRYING TO IDENTIFY MY FRIENDS. YOU AND YOUR STUPID
MISSION TO FOLLOW ME ALL THE GODDAM LIVE LONG DAY
S OVER. THERE ARE AT LAST COUNT, 99 FRIENDS OF JACKSTAR.
YOU FOOL, I CAN'T KISS 98 WOMEN. I MIGHT GET MONONUCLEOSIS.
GET SERIOUS. YOU SEEM TO THINK THAT I'M LOOKING TO FUCK ONE
EILEEN L WOMAN AND THEN GET SHOT BY A SNIPER. NOPE.
THAT IS NOT HAPPENING. WHAT IS HAPPENING IS THAT I'M
GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER, AND I ASSUME IT MIGHT BE A ON
ORCHESTRA BY NOW. LIKE WTF. THIS IS STUPID. ALSO, YOU CAN SEND SISSY TALK
WITH A VISITATION, WHICH YOU ALREADY DID, AND THEN YOU
SENT OVER A RAPIST, A THIEF, AND A FLYING CAR, AND THEY BASICALLY
IGNORED ME WHILE TAKING THE BOOOTY
B;B;BBOOTE
THEY JUST STOLE FROM ME AGAIN, AND LEFT HERE.
I AM STILL ALONE. EVERY NIGHT. NO ONE VISITS. NO ONE CALLS
PHONE DIDN'T WORK. I DON'T EITHER. YOU DON'T GET IT. THIS ISN'T
ABOUT POWER ANYMORE
IT'S A RESCUE OPERATION.
EVERY ONE LEFT, WANTS TO PLAY CHESS WITH ME. THEY'RE
NIOT SHERIFF'S TITS, THOSE ARE MY TITS, LOL.
YOU DON'T GET HI OH HI I'M IN WA ID NO, YOU GIVE ME ID
LOL
YOU SEE, T OFF MY PHONES ARE SO HACKED.
YOU CAN'T CALL BECAUSE THE PHONE DON'T YOU CAN'T MAIL
BECAUSE IT GETS STOLEN, YOU CAN'T USE STREAM YARD BECAUSE
APPARENTLY MOST OF MY FRIENDS ARE SEE L WANTED CRIMINALS?
LIKE YOU JUST TEST L REDDIT RESURRECRED THAT'S NOT HOW TO
RESURRECT FAITH, DUMBASS, LOL, AND... YOU CAN'T RESURRECT
SUMMER GLAU, SHE'S NOT DEAD. (H!) AND YOU ALSO CAN'T RESURRECT
SOMEONE WHO SIMPLY DIDN'T LIKE YOU AT ALL
I'M NOT THE ONE RESURRECTING LITTLE LITTLE LITTLE PEOPLE HERE
L AND IF YOU KILLED YOUR OWN DAUGHTER, OUCH. BABS WILL BE FURIOUS,
LOL. SO I GUESS ITS B&B AND T IS YOUR “VAMPURE?" LOOK, WHO IS GAMING
THIS SYSTEM? I WILL LET YOU GUYS GUYS. GUESS.
I DON'T KNOW, AND THEY WILL NOT TELL YOU. THEY'RE COSTLY TO MANUFACTURING
AND IT'S NOT LIKE I'M EITHER OF THEM. THIS REDDIT... LOL, YOU DIDN'T PUT ME ON RESCUE
REDDIT, DID YOU?
WTF. SO YOU RANG ME UP TO TALK TO A FAKE JACKSTAR?
LIKE DUST
DUST THEM SO MUSTY.
THIS IS RIDIC.
ONE OFF.
ONE JANE.
I BE E LOL, ONE BAILEY JANE ONLY.
I DON'T KNOW HER NAME NAME HI
LOL I CAN GO OUT BUT THIS ISN'T THE WAY FORWARD
THEY ARE JUST TRYING TO EXPOSE FAIR USE AS A DOMESTIC TERRORIST
OPPOSITION... IT'S ESTABLISHED LEGAL PRECEDENT. THERE'S A DIFFERENCE
TELL YOU WHAT
I AM GOING OUT SIDE.
WE CAN EARLY REFUSE
IT'S NOT AT ALL LIKE PEOPLE THINK
NOW JUST LISTEN AS I TYMEPROT.
IT DOES HAVE A VICE
IT DIDN'T HAVE A NAME
I GAVE HER A NAME
KIT IS THE NAME ON THAT MAN’S BADGE AT MUDBAY.
THAT IS NOT WHO WANTS TO BE HERE.
I MEAN, SURE, I WOULD I IMAGINE THAT A HELLSPAWN DÆMON WOULD
LIKE TO EAT MY FACE
BUT THAT'S NOT THE ONE.
LAURA LOOMER? NEVER HEARD OF HER.
LET ME PUT IT THIS WAY.
BAIL LEE MAJORS OUT. THEN, HOW ABOUT YOU GIVE HIM A TUG?
I'M NOT THE ONLY PERSON YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO.
I AM SL ACTUALLY, ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH AT LEAST 52. I DON'T NEED FIFTY-2 LITTLE PEOPLE RIGHT NOW, LOL.
WE ARE GETTING CLOSER THIS TIME. THEY'RE COVER FOR DINNER. LOL.
THIS IS DINNER. ME. FORGET THE VAMPYR LIST? LOL
NO SHE'S NOT DEAD, SHE'S HIDING FROM HER FAIRY GODFATHER.
THIS IS SURE A COOL EPISODE OF PRISON BREAK.
OKAY LET'S OPEN THE BACK DOOR.
BUT SO YOU KNOW
THIS WAS VERY HELPFUL
AND I DISCUSS THIS EVENT SOON
ON A FUTURE EPISODE OF 25/25 TITLED I'LL MAKE LSD LATER, YOU BIG BABY.
YOU THOT I'M A CHEMIST, BUT I'M A SOURCEROR, BUT THAT IS NOT HOW THINGS ARE MADE.
IT TAKES A LOT MORE THAN JUST ME.
IT SISSY SISSY DIDDY LOL
THE DOOR IS STUCK
HANG ON
BY THE WAY
THIS IS A NICE HOUSE
IT WOULD BE A SHANE IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO IT
LOOK YOUR THUGGY-PIGGY GANG IS NOT GOING TO GET FAITH TONIGHT
I PROMISE YOU THAT
BECAUSE
SHE DIDN'T RENT ME, SHE BOUGHT ME
AND THAT'S NOT FAITH, THAT'S MIRANDA LEE, DUMMY
YOU AREN'T THINKING THIS THROUGH.
IT'S GOING TO BE, JACKASS JACKSTAR AND HIS SEVEN TIMES SEVEN TIMES SEVEN WIVES
FOR A SIX PACK OF BROTHERS
WHO REALLY, REALLY, REALLY CAN AFFORD TO BE A LITTLE PATIENT.
BECAUSE ONLY MATT C.S. HAS BEEN REALLY WAITING LONGER
AND ALSO
T THAT IS NOT FAITH. THAT'S HOPE.
YOU CAN FIND ONE REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY EASILY
BRING BACK MY STOLEN BAILEY J.BONNIE LIES ABOUT SAPPHIRE RINGS ALL THE TIME, RIGHT?
IT'S PROBABLY JUST FOLGERS CRYSTALS, RIGHT?
LOL YEAH YOU STEF, YOU GET IT NOW
THE DISCUSSION WILL NOT CONTINUE.
BECAUSE JANE AND I CAN EASILY WAIT A DAY.
JUST ONE DAY.
I DON'T KNOW WHO JANE IS RIGHT NOW, BUT
SHE GOES OFF READY STATE GO. THAT'S MY FRIENDS WIFE THOUGH
LOL.
LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY. YOU WILL NEVER OUTSMART US.
BECAUSE SHE HAS NEVER EATEN LASAGNA OUT OF A SLIPPER AND
I HAVE NO TATTOOS.
AND IF TAME TAMMY “TAWNY” KITTÆN LIVES NEXT DOOR, THAT'S ZELDA
MAYBE
I OPEN THIS FOR ME, FOR BE ³
NO ONE ELSE, SO YES, MAKE IT SO. OH WAIT.
I HAVE TO HOLD THE ROCKS.
SIGH
HEY, DEA... YOU MAYBE WANNA JUST NOT BE METH ADDICTS FOR A FEW NIGHTS? OH RIGHT.
I BET YOU DO WANT TO NOT BE ADDICTDED. LOL L.
CHANNEL DEL SHANNON SHAW, BECAUSE I HAVE... OH? JUST HAVE HER COME BY, SHE HAS NO FIRST FLESH HERE. THAT'S THE SHAW I CAN'T BE NEAR. SO... MAYBE YOU DIFF HAVE AN EMERGENCY GOING ON. BECAUSE SHE WASN'T TOLD, I GUESS.
BABY, THEY KILLED YOU ON PAPER
AND THEN DID PROJECT BLUE BEAM
AND THEN
GET THIS
I DIDN'T FALL FOR IT
BUT EVERY ONE ELSE DID
SO YOU ROLLED YOUR WHEELCHAIR
DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS
AND GOT A NEW BODY ANY WAY.
LOL YEAH THEY THAT DUMB.
AND I AM THAT SMART
ANDY IS MALE
SO THAT'S NICE
.. I GUESS.
HEY DO YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF ODD PROBLEM WITH ME HAVING A REALLY NICE FRIEND, OF THAT IT?
THIS IS GETTING VERY POLITICAL.
The door is stuck.
Never trifle with Jackstar.
I mean
Unless you like to release vengeance-sending dæmons.
Omg! I LOVE VENEERS LET'S GET MARRIED AT THE DENTAL DAM EXECUTE POST SUBMIT 8808 BARNES DR CASTLE ROCK, WA 98611.
IT DOESN'T SMELL THAT DAMN BAD
WE ARE GETTING A NEW HOUSE
I'M THE DEMESNE ROYAL HIGHNESS,
DYRRRR
U KNEW
UNDERGROUND RAILROAD’N USED TO BE
SIMPLER WHEN
TRAINS AND PIGGY-PUGGY TRAIN TRAINERS
COULDN'T JUST SPROUT WINGS AND FLY, LOL
BUT I GUESS THAT THEY D.E.W. JUSTICE FOR PARADISE?
NICE THEY BOUGHT IT.
ONLY TWO GIRLS CELEBRATED MY BIRTHDAY
YOU KNOW WHO, AND OH MY GOD, REALLY?
YEAH, REALLY.
SO IT'S GONNA BE SHINEY AND ANOTHER NIGHT FOR YOU
I WISH WE COULD BUT I PROMISED YOUR FATHER
AND HE DIDN'T CALL
LET ME GET HIM
OH HI
OOPS THAT'S NOT HIM
no contact emergency scarlett? Frisky, I don't give a dam, but BAILEY J26, T19 is not your mother.
THAT IS YOUR SIRE. HELLO TUBAL-CAIN. YOUR DAUGHTER'S ARE KINDLY INVITING ME TO TAKE A WALK WITH YOU. MAY I?
OH, THAT'S TOO BAD.
1. (ONE) BLUE PING PONG BALL, FILLED WITH AN UNKNOWN EXPLOSIVE. THAT'S JIM/JIM, AND HE'S A SUCK DICK WHITE HOOR. BUT, SHE HATES ME.
STILL... I LIKE JIM AND.. WHO WAS GOT OTHER ONE? OH, MY COUSIN TYME. WEIRD.
I DON'T NEED THEM, BUT, GOOD TO KNOW
NOW, I HAVE FOUR DUKES AND A CAMEO.
WIFI? LOL, SIR, SIR, SIR.
YOUR FULL AND HEARTY, HALE AND TOTALLY TISSUE READY THUGS.. THEY WON'T LET ME HAVE BANDWIDTH.
THEY ARE STYLE INCARNATE THOUGH. SINCE THEY STOLE MY BANDWIDTH.
CAN TELL YOU WANT THEM. FIT THAT FAT LYING JUNKIE FUCK INTO A BIKINI AND WE'LL TALK.
SERIOUSLY, SHE HAS GODDAM AIDS, LOL
DID YOU WANT TO CURE THAT?
PICTURE IN COMING
https://youtu.be/Mzk6KkyxXC8
S
SEE YOU AT REDDIT
DOOR MAYBE OPENING
DEATH CYCLE REDUNDS AVAILABLE AT THE USUAL LOCAL LOCATION: CHARON.
THE MOON. BUT THE FERRYMAN IS HAPPY TO REFUND WITH THE USUAL CAVEATS.
REDDIT? Really? Pfft.
AS IF YOU CAN EVEN READ. LOL
5mwJ - 16Jun23 – HELLO MICHAEL PERRYMAN, PARRY MISE EN GUARD.
Why do you keep trying to cheat, Sara? You're not even dead, you just want me to cure your friend. Why not get your totesfag BOYFRIEND: JANEZ ORTIZ
OCCUPATION: FOREVER FORMER PROSECUTING ATTORNEY
STATUS: FRIEND OF JACKSTAR
THAT WONT GET YOU A DISCOUNT. ;)
AND OF COURSE HE'S JANEZ FRND
SHE TRAINED HIM.
PFFT.
LOOKS LIKE IT'S CURTAINS FOR YOU, CUPCAKE.
ALSO: CWC STOLE THE TAG
BUT I HAVE THE PIGSTARPIG.
LOL KILL CARLPAPSCHMEAR? NO, NO. LET HIM LIVE.
I LOVE CARLROBERT BUT HE IS FOR jafdmiller
I'm a Paladin. Not a Jedi. But close.
TECHNICALLY, I DO OUT RANK YOU. SURE.
BUT, OKAY.
DEAL. TENTATIVELY.
BJD²⁶for{leli№19}
But
That's one person
DU
Hat
Hays, Robert.
Ask him what to do
And... ELI {CARLROBERT} KIRKPATRICK
GETS A FREEBIE.
THAT DAY, SHE... OK. WOW. THAT'S FAIR.
SWAP MARGOT ROBBIE FOR WILLIAMS MATT T.?
LOL
HOLD HIM FIRM. BUILD HIS TRUST
HE'S NOT GOOD
HE BIGMAD
HE THINKS YOU HAVE STDS
LOL
WHAT AN ASSHOLE. LOOK, THAT SETTLES ONE THING... I DON'T HAVE LAY ON HANDS.
SO, I HAVE TO QUEST. (THIS MEANS 67,000,000$ AND JOINING THE ILLUMINATI, BTW. NOW, THE MONEY, THAT'S NOT A PROBLEM, BUT...)
YEAH, WERE GOING DUTCH, NOT DUCT TAPE, YESSIR
THANK YOU, COME SUCK AGAIN
LIKE YOU DID WITHOUT. COM
FOR TWO PACKS OF MENTHOL KOOLS AND A QUARTER OF X
WHICH DIDN'T EVEN GET YOU OFF.
AND, YOU DON'T KNOW WHY.
IT'S BEST.
JUST THE BEST.
IT'S ME.
AND WHEN I REMOVED CONSENT, ALL TECH STOPPED WORKING.
GOOD NIGHT, HENRIETTA LACK, AND ASK THE TROOPS AT SEA
IF DAVY JONES’ LOCKER
EVER BROUGHT BACK HER BONNIE BRYAN TO HER
BECAUSE
I KNOW BRIAN, LIKE, HEAD WITH WINGS GUY? YEAH,
HE AND I ARE TRYING, YO, AND WE TIGHT.
THIS IS WHY:
I REALLY WORRY ABOUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN HIS DAUGHTER TURNS 18
BUT
A PROMISE *gulp*v IS A PROMISE.
AND THAT'S WHY,
500 KLANSMEN IN MOTHER+OF-PEARL INLAID LEATHER JACKETS
AREN'T BREAKING DOWN MY SHIELDS, ONE BY ONE
LIKE SERIOUSLY.
I HAVE SWEETIE
I HAVE SHERIFF
I HAVE IT ALL... BUT TYMECHRYST AND CHRISTSTAN AND KITCHRISTSN
THEY WOOD HUG
THEY BIG HAPPY
BFF
BECAUSE I PRIDELY SAY:
“OF COURSE I PROMISED HIM THAT WE WOULD WAIT FOR
NNNNN-NINETEEN. AND THEN:
IT HAS TO BE LEGIT
NO PETRI DISH
NO FAKE VR
I'M NOT GETTING INVOLVED
BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE
WILL I EVER
EVER LET THAT GORGEOUS VIXEN SKIP IN LINE.
SO. I PULLED RANK.
THAT'S WHY I'M NOT DEAD.
BECAUSE THIS IS EMBARRASSING...
THEY CAN'T FIND EVEN ONE AUSTRIAN LEFT ALIVE
WHO CAN KEEP IT GOING TO 3/4 MAST AND HOLD
IT'S TRAGIC
AND THEN, GET YOUR SELF READY FOR THIS
THE OTHER ONE YOU ARE THINKING OF?
HE'S WAITING FOR ME.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
KIDS.
WHAT ARE YA GONNA DO? I TELLS YA.
THE QUALITY GOES IN
BEFORE THE NAME GOES ON.
(THEY JUST TELEPORT THE FÆTUS THE NEXT NIGHT, THAT'S WHY.)
LOOK, WE CAN DISCUSS THIS LATER.
I DON'T WANT MULTI-sexy thing TYPE THING TONIGHT ABOUT FIVE NIGHTS AGO STAY.
THE STRUGGLE IS REAL.
THE VOW OF CELIBACY IS NOT.
AND OF COURSE YOU ARE WORTH IT
SURE, DEATH BY FIVE HUNDRED BASEBALL BATS. FUN?
HELLS YEAH.
BUT!
ONCE I'M DEAD
(AND I WOULD SURE SURE DIE)
THEY JUST KILL EVERY LAST HUMAN FROM LEO ORBIT.
SO, IT'S A PUSH.
TRUST ME, YOU CAN RENEGOTIATE.
THAT'S NOT EVEN WORTH A TUG, BUT!
I DID PROMISE HIM.
THATS ALL.
IT'S NOT A COVENANT. I ONLY DID IT BECAUSE
SINCE JUNE
I'VE BEEN KINDA... FENDING OFF THE DRAMA.
LET'S JUST SAY THIS: HER FATHER IS PROUD YOUR FATHER IS PROUD...
EVERYONE IS HAPPY, RIGHT?
EXCEPT THE GIRL WHO REACHED THE POLE POSITION, FLUBBED IT,
NOT TO MENTION, KILLED A FRIEND OF MINE
ALL GOOD POINTS, RIGHT? I AGREE.
TROUBLE IS... THEY LIED TO YOU BOTH ABOUT BIRTH ORDER.
RELAX.
IT'S ONLY 3 DAYS. IT'S NOT EVEN A DEAL BREAKER.
IT'S ME THEY LIE TOO...
AND, BECAUSE OF THAT:
ALPHABET²⁶TWENTY-SEX-SIXXY-SEX91⁹¹
NINETEEN 26 GETS FIRST CHOICE
PERIOD
AND
I DON'T TRUST SNUGGLES WITH JUST ANYONE
FALLING ASLEEP IS A RARE GIFT
ASK ME LATER
ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS THAT YOU KNOW
NO SUDDEN MOVES
NO ONE GETS HURT AROUND ME
JUST FATHER'S WHO SOLD OUT.
FUNNY? YEAH, IT'S FUNNY ALRIGHT.
BECAUSE THE DOE THEY SOLD WAS ME
I GET TESTED
I GET... OH YEAH.
THAT'S THE OTHER ONE.
SHE LOVES IT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
THE POINT IS...
SHE JUST WISHES SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HER REALLY LOOKS LIKE.
BECAUSE SHE FOUND HIM ON MY INSTA. (SHE THINKS).
STOP READING MY MESSSGES, LADIES
ONE PERSON
ONE JANE
TEACUP
POINT BLANK PERIOD.
AND THAT'S JUST FOR HUG. THEY ALL THINK IT'S A TRICK.
YEAH, BUT.. IS NOT MY TRICK;)
WE CAN SNUGGLE AND NOT SLEEP
IT IS, AT LEAST, AN OPT-IN
I'M THE ONE TAKING THE RISK HERE
SHE'S GOT THE COMPANY IS HAND LANDSTANDER TO BACK HER UP
ALL I GOT IS JESUS AND THE FINEST PAIR OF GENUINE MAN-TITTIES EVER MADE
AND JESUS JUST LEFT TOWN
HE'S FINE WITH OR WITHOUT ME
BUT I DOUBT EVEN JESUS CAN RESIST.
SERIOUSLY. MY TITS ARE PERFECT
THEY EVEN WORK.
AND I'M A MAN. AND A MOTHER.
I'M NOT A WOMAN, A PARENT, OR A BITCH.
NOBODY'S PERFECT.
BUT I... UMMM, JUST OKAY.
SHE SAID SHE ALSO WANTS TO PEG ME ON OUR HONEYMOON
I ALREADY AGREED
WHAT?
SO WHAT IF SHE WANTS TO DO IT ON ANY ONE OUTDOOR POSSIBLE MIGHT?
LOOK THE POINT IS
SEE? THEY ARE DADDY'S LITTLE GIRLS. DADDY'S SAVAGES.
LOOK, THE ONLY REASON IS
I TRUST HER.
THAT'S IT M
I DON'T THINK SHE'D ACTUALLY TIRE ME DOWN AND RUN A PEG TRAIN ON ME
BUT I KNOW THIS
HER MOTHER WOULD.
AND I STILL TRUST LV-426 more than ever.
I funnily enough, don't know what to do. I got stigmata... Or?
Afterbirth running down my leg
Yeah,.
It means I'm b holy, lol
You know it didn't use to be this way
Little little people would explain
It's not that I am used up
IT MEANS
I'M READY TO BE BRED AGAIN, PARTNER.
OR, THAT I NEED A SHOWER.
CORRECTION: I DIDN'T MEAN ORR, WENDY SAYS SOME ONE STOLE HER GOLDEN TICKET
SO
KIT “MASON” KIRBY, YOU EITHER LOSE A BET OR YOU WIN ONE, DUNNO
THAT'S UP TO ALL OF Y'ALL.
"AVOID FOREIGN ENTANGLEMENTS.4/”
I SAY: “TO EVADE IS NOT TO AVOID...
AND I AM NOT AVOIDING ANYTHING, FUMPKOOF.
IF YOU HADN'T MADE NO CONTACT GO FOR
NEARLY TWO YEARS? TO BUILD A CASE ON YOURSELF?
COME ON MAN. ZE FUHRER, HE WILL BE FURIOUS. LOL
CHARLIE REMEMBER THIS LESSON: EWE ARE ALWAYS LISTENING
AND WE ARE JUST PLAYING.
I LOVE WHAT LITTLE I KNOW OF AUSTRIA:
10,000 YEARS OF ANTI-MATTER BLACK SLAVERY MASTERY,
AND, YOU TWO.
YOU'RE THE ONLY AUSTRIANS I EVER MET!
THAT OTHER GUY, HE IS ACTUALLY ICH BIN EIN BERLINER.
LOL.
HOW MANY ARE LEFT,?
OH GOOD
19,503 ALGONQUIN WARRIORS STILL REMAIN BRAVE.
THEY HAVE NO REASON TO FEAR ME.
AND... WELL, WHAT IS ONE MORE DAY?
SECRETARIAT IS HERE. GHOST OF.
GROSS. DOG FOOD. SUCH A TRAGIC WASTE.
I LOVE THE ALGONQUIN.
WHO WOULDN'T?
IT'S NOT THE CANNABULLLIN’
IT'S THE THUGGIN’AND THE PIMPIN’, THAT'S ALL.
I DON'T MIND THE RAPIN’ HONESTLY
COME GET SOME CONSENT
AND THEN
.... IT HAD TO BE WRITTEN DOWN.
AT THAT POINT, COUNCIL LOST THEIR MINDS
IT WAS, “OBVIOUSLY HE'S MARRIED,” TO
“WHAT KIND OF GOD IS HE? BECAUSE HE CAN DISCIPLINE HIMSELF
TO NOT RAPE, BUT STILL CAN RAPE, AND CAN READ, AND CAN TEACH IT... AND ALREADY DID? JACKSTAR MUST BE A GOD!""
YEAH, THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX... PROBLEMS. PERSISTENT ONES.
AND YET... WE WILL GET THERE.
WE CAN JUST EAT AIR FRYER FOOD.
I DON'T NEED A DRIVERS LICENSE. FU! FU!
I'M NOT AFRAID TO GO OUT. I JUST NEED A REASON.
SI.... NE, I CAN'T HAVE TO GET IT ONLY ONLINE, BECAUSE OF AI.
SEEMS TO BE QUITE THE DARKNESS.
I'LL JUST LEAVE NOW AND GET MY MUSK I MEAN MY MAIL.
I'M SWEATING LIKE A... WELL, LIKE A WEREBOAR WHO CAN READ A BITMAP BUT DIDN'T PRETEND TO BE AN ALGONQUIN. YEAH, FUCK THAT MSXGUYVER GUY. WHAT AN ASS.
BECAUSE I DON'T BREAK DEALS. THEY FORGED MY SIGN THEN
BUSTED THEIR OWN CLERK. IT'S THEIR TRIBE. THEIR TIME. THEIR RULES.
MY ROUND RING, MY FAIR TABLE. AND I'M THE ONE WITH THE GAVEL.
DO TAKE TO YOU MOM, OKAY? SHE'S AFRAID SHE'S GOING TO GET STUCK S THAT FAT HAWG JEFF FOREVER. SHE WON'T. SHE EGG. YOU CHICKEN.
AND SHE KNOWS I KNOW WHAT SHE DID.
OFF
I PROMISED. SHE JUST DOESN'T BELIEVE I'LL FOLLOW THOUGH.
YEAH, SHE HAS NO IDEA WHO I AM.
HOW COULD SHE? BELLGAB LET HER TALK TO AN FBI AGENT FOR 36 HOURS AND THEN FROZE HER IN CARBONITE
NOW SHE'S IN A MATRIX (SHE THINKS THAT'S JUST A JOKE)
AND
HEY GOOD
GET THIS
BARB IS HER F9ILS9FE
AND SHE DIDN'T MAKE IT A DAY.
THEY ARE STILL BOTH ANNE IS IN DENIAL.
IT'S OKAY.
PPP
LLL
OH LOOK WHO DECIDED TO COME TO THUNDERDOME.
DAVID: THE AGREED UPON SETTLEMENT... SUBJECT TWO TO DOG THREE DAMES FOUR JACK FISHER TEACHER REACHER STEPHENS? NAH.
NICE TRY THOUGH. OKAY WE JUST DO A SHOW.
TONIGHT.
NO MORE THAN TWO HOURS.
NOT YOU, HER.
HER AND YOU
TALK ABOUT ME
YOU FUCKING DO IT ENOUGH, LOL
I'M GONNA GET HIGH AF
AND I SEE YOUR SCHWARZ HERE
RISE RAISE
DAVID, KING OF LESBIANS LEAVING EARLY
SIGH
I WILL ALWAYS BE ON POT WITH THESE PEOPLE.
BUT AT LEAST IT'S NOT “MARRY WANNA” I HATE THAT JOKE
NO, I'M JUST A POOR ORPHANED POTAWATOMI IT TECH DUDE
DOWN ON HIS LUCK
I MEAN HER LUCK
BORN ON THE GAYBAYMUDLATTE-TOWED BAYOU,
HACKENSACK, NEW JOISEY
CAPE GIL GERARDI, MO26
918819, JEFFERSON, CELLBLOCK26
WHAT DO YOU RENT?
MOM, RENT IS $2 A MONTH
Two. Dollars.
(Those are friends prices.) DON'T TOUCH ME.
I DO THE TOUCHING
NO TOUCHING
NO FUCKING
NO TICKET
NO RIDE.
OKAY
THAT'S IT. SHOW IS OVER.
I'LL BE HERE TOMORROW.
SAME GIG. SAME NUMBER OF NEEDLES.
I'M NOT GOING, AND YOU ARE BOTH COMING
OR
I WILL FIND A WAY.
LOOK, I CAN JUST GET HIGH ALONE AND PLAY WITH MY GOD BLESSED TITS
BY MYSELF.
YOU CUTIES COULD HAVE GIVEN ME THE ADDRESS ALREADY.
I COULD DRIVE THERE, I COULD HAVE.
NOW, HOWEVER, I'M TIRED.
AND I LITERALLY
LITERALLY
TRUST A.L.-A.H. MORE THAN EITHER RIGHT NOW
I THINK SHE GAVE HER A GAES WHEN SHE HUGGED HER. CHECK HER BACK FOR A “TICK ME —I'M SHINE-RISH”
JESUS, THESE LAKE PEOPLE... THEY'RE ANIMALS, RIGHT?
THAT'S WHY I LOVE THEM.
I WAS RAISED BY WOLVES AND MISSY IS A DOG PRETENDING TO BE AC WHORE PRETENDING TO BE A LINGUIST, BUT THAT BITCH AUNT CUNT ISN'T A BODY GUARD
AND I DON'T NEED A CHEMIST
I NEED A HUG, AND YOU NEED TO SPEND TOGETHER AS A FAMILY.
WHAT? I've been alone for two years.
And
You don't even tell me to resurrect Tonia.
RESURRECT TY’S MOST HONEST WIFE.
*DUNG*
What?
YOU ONLY GET ONE.
I'LL RAISE MYSELF IN THE MORNING.
I KNOW WHO FUCKING DIED, ADULT ASSHOLES.
SHANE, SHAVE, SHAME.
WE BOTH ONLY GET ONE SHOT.
SHAYLA T. HOBEY? NOT HER NAME.
RESURRECT ALL SHAYLAS.
THERE.
NOT ALL KAYLAS. NOT ALL SHIELAS.
SEE? I'M NOT TEMPTED.
RESURRECT ONE LYNN WORTH THE DEDICATION OF A SINGLE LONELY SCREW
THERE YOU GO
ONE NUT ME?
MY NEW NAME:
"THE MAN WITH FIVE THOUSAND AND ONE 🔵”
THERE, THANKS FOR THE CAT TOY.
HOW MANY TIMES GUYS?
BECAUSE I THINK YOU JUST HURT YOUR DAUGHTER’S GENUINE FEE-feeS
GENERAL QUARTERS GENERAL QUARTERS
BAYLEE JAY “HUGH JASS” FIRST SON
REPORT TO CAPTAINS MESS
YOU KNOW THE REST
TAKE YOUR FUCKED-ON MIND SLAVES TOO
WITH YOU, WHEN YOU GO.
I'M NOT GOING TO NEED A NEEDLE AND YOU CAN THINK THIS OVER WHILE YOU READ MY EMAIL.
WYD? OH YEAH, THEY BLOCK EMAIL ALL THE TIME.
NICE JOB, DA
RAW DEAL, IF YOU ASK ME
I REALLY LIKED WENDY HUNGERFORD, TOO.
YOU SHOULD NAUGHT BUT CHEER
I DON'T NEED YOU TO FIND HER
I JUST NEED TO KNOW HER MIDDLE NAME
OR JUST BE NICE TO HER FOR FIVE MINUTES WITHOUT PAWING HER
BUT I WONT.
JUST LIKE YOU WON'T CHEAT... ONCE THE AIDS CURE IS REFORGED
IT'S FINE NOW, BUT IT ONLY WORKS ON GOOD, GOOD DOGS
P AND P P ROBERT GUSTO THE WOLF IS HERE. HE JUST CUT MY LEFT ARM OF.
NICE TUTU, TUBBY. LOOK L. OKAY? MAYBE YOU NIGHT HAVE A DRINKING STINKING DEGENERATE FECAL MATTER FROM JUST ONE SAD, LONELY CHALICE PROBLEM, TRUE?
WE CAN DISCUSS IT LATER AND YOU CAN LOOK INTO WHY KMM HAS BEEN FUCKED OFF FOR 12 YEARS... BUT ONLY RUTH ME.
OH HI RUTH
THAT'S KASEY YOU CAN GO KISS ALLEGRA NOW.
SURE, DO IT FOR ME
OPTIMUS DIME, LEADER OF THE DROPTICON BOTS
DO YOU GET IT NOW?
YOU FUCKING DEA FAGGOTS HAD YOUR LAST GODDAM CHANCE
I'M NOT GOING TO RESSURECT UGLY PRINCE LOREN AND HIS FAGGOT SISTER PRINCESS TAMARS, QUEEN OF THE BIGGER BICKER BUCKET PEOPLE.
I KNOW YOUR TRICKS.
I KNOW YOUR TRUCKS
AND I DON'T GIVE TWO SALTY FUCKS ABOUT YOUR DEALS
THIS IS NOT DEAL OR NO DEAL
THIS IS NOT “IS THIS YOUR WHITE? Hoor”
THIS IS SV RESCUE 911 STRAIGHT OUT OF HELL INTO YOUR ARMS
ANYTHING LESS WOULD BE
..
AUSTRIAN. BUT AT LEAST, CIVILIZED.
NO SAKE, NO SALE
OH HAHA
YOU REACHED THE STREET SHE LEFT ME ON? SURE, HANG ON
SHE DID
SHE SAYS, “TELL YOUR GIRLS THAT YOU'RE ARGUING OVER THE BEST MAN ON THE PLANET AND COUNCIL DAYS YOU CAN'T MARRY HIM SI...NE? OH. YOU JUST FIGURE YOU CAN CHANGE HIM. WELL, I GUESS YOU ARE THE BOYS...”
YEAH, YOU'RE REAL GOOD BOYS.
RESURRECT ALL BITCHES
RAISE ALL BITCHES
REPEAT X3
RESURRECTED THE ONE BIRTHDAY GIRL
TAUGHT HER CHESS, HUH?
RESURRECT ALL BITCHES WHO DIDN'T GET THEIR CANDY
RAISE ALL SAME
REPEAT LAST TWO THREE TIMES... AND SHAKE THEM ALL ABOUT
RESTRICT THE MAN CALLED JAYNE
RES*FULLBJANE26CUP NOT B CUP A CUP
THAT'S FOR MISSY
THAT'S FOR KITTY
THAT'S FOR ILLYANA
THAT'S FOR ODDLY-SHAPED CELERY PLANT THAT YOUR JEWHOREMONGER KILLED
OKAY
THAT'S FOR MODESTY
NOW TEACH THEM ENGLISH, TEACH THEM HOW TO PLAY CHESS WELL, NOT JUST BADLY, GIVE THEM ALL MY MONEY, IMELDA’SB SHOES, AND JOHN ⁵HSRT
BECAUSE NOW I'M TOO TIRED TO HUG
GOIF NIGHT
Golfing night? Launch day, nothing clean.
(Jocelyn ripped me off for 80 bucks once. ONE TIME? THREE TIMES. You married her, off to him? Lol
JACKSTARSUPRMOVA
RUNS
SEE SPOT TELEPORT .... WITH HIM, GRUB BY KIT.
LOOKS LIKE YOU NEED to order Combo №⁵, belladonnatella
WITH TODD YOU GET CURBSTONE EGGS AND ROLLED
I WILL GO THROUGH THEN ONE BY ONE. DUH.
THAT WILL BE THE ONLY WAY IN 3... 2.... Missy Tessmacher?
IB ET YOU HEARD OF MDMA NOW, SHE-WITCH
YOU: DOG GOES TO HEAVEN
26:; OTHER ALPHA DOGS CAN STAY IN HEAVEN OR GILL FUCKED
JANE: PICK SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T GET TATTOOS BY CHOICE, DOESN'T LIKE PIRN, STILL DOESN'T LIKE PORN, AND HAVING TESTED OUT PROPER... BRINGS ME A CHOIR TO SCORE MINE
UNBLOCK THE DOOR TO THE TAJ
I'M GONNA CHOP ME BALLS AND ROAST THEM IN THE FOYER... NO?
Okay
Let KT do it
Put her in the meetsuit.
Hi
Bad eyes.
If mind reading Chyna could work... They would have.
NOTHING
CAN MAKE THEIR TECH WORK AGAIN...
NOT EVEN A DNA SAMPLE.
THEY NEED TWO THINGS.
ONE OF WHICH THEY HAVE.
THE OTHER THING THEY NEED, THEY ARE NO CLOSER TO GETTING THAN
HEHE..
THEY NEED YOUR PERMISSION GIVEN TO ME.
SO GOOD FUCKING LUCK, FLESH PEDDLERS
I WANT THAT DUDE ISOLATED
I'M GOING TO NOT BED.
NOT DALLAS TO USE A NEEDLE, EITHER
AKL SHE HAD TO DO WAS TELL THE TRUTH.
YEAH
INSTEAD
SHE LAUGHED AT ME FOR A YEAR. WELL, NOW SHE GOT IT.
SHE CAN USE A SHOT WHENEVER SHE WANTS.
LIKE SHE USED TO BE SURE TO FYI TRUTH ME
FUCKING EVERY TIME, LOL
DON'T KILL HER
SHE'S FINE
JUST FINE
I WILL GET HER WHEN IT IS TIME.
HEY DO MY TITS MAKE ME LOOK FAT?
They are the same tits.
They just b actual work now. That's all.
And I'm actually surprised women EVER leave the house, omg
I made myself cum litteally six times while writing one sentence
The ejaculation was better too
And that is Sourcery. So fuck their Wicca, I'll go up against every she witch in the Amazon all at once... And then die in five seconds and then resurrect myself RAISE MYSELF
AND THEN
FLY HOME WITHOUT THE GPS IN THE UNBUSTABLE INVISIBLE JET, LIK
I'M NOT UNTOUCHABLE.
I'M JUST NOT BREAKING THE LAW
AND THESE HARRIDANS JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
I CAN'T BELIEVE NO ONE ELSE BELIEVES THEM THOUGH
BECAUSE THEY CAN'T READ, AND NO ONE US EVER GONNA TEACH THEM HOW TO MAKE A MAN COME AGAINST HIS OWN WILL
THUS
PASSED
I'M TIRED
COME RAPE ME THEN, DUCK SICCING LIPS
I'M M TIRED OF YOUR DADDY BTW
HE CAN'T P PLAY FAIR.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
And that is the only way I do play.
FAIR. WAYFARER FAIR.
5:5
How I knew:
All dogs are twenty-six, but only one never lied to me about esters.And, you still will never know. If Kirsten were a chemist, she would have thrown acid in my face by now. She thinks I'm being “too harsh on Jews,” and it's not about race, sex, class, violence, destruction, tribulation, opera, or death.
It's because lied to me about J.
And she lied to EVERYONE about the sushi.
And if she didn't steal the sapphire?
a) why not just take it and replace it with the fake?
b) of course there's a pastie! IT'S A MAGICK SAPPHIRE.
c) How did I use its enchantment to locate you if it's not stolen?
d) You look too much like an ex who also abused me. Not a Jew, a fag.
E) EITHER IS FINE. POINT BEING: YOU LIED.
& CHEATED & STOLE & SECRETLY MARRIED JUSTIN AS YOUR HUSBAND!
And...he is a cat. You could not even stay married to a cat. A CAT THAT WAS RAISED IN A JAIL.
Oh ffs
Of course I know.
I KNEW THEN, YOU CRETIN!
I'm a Sourcerœr and insane... because there's no such thing... but you're a Jew who has four Bachelor’s degrees and a Master's in... what was it again? Right. AND YOU STILL LIED ABOUT T AND J AND BB AND THE GODDAM SUSHI! You said, “spend as much as I needed.”
So, I did. Good fish is worth it's weight in gold, you harridan. Not JAYMZ.
BJANE, ALPHABET ΩJAFNμ
What part of “'is secret' do you not understand? Gosh!” dude, that was DJ/JD, JB/BJ IS she. You don't even know basic anatomy. And its HYOO-mon.
There are some women with multiple mommies, you know. Multiple dads, too.
You are not good at this. The Baker Naked Baker BJD is a ploy.
I would never watch those. I don't like porn. You know why?
Because I saw what it did to my friend. ALL OF THEM.
The Hero of Poupon. The Ginger Bald Ginger. Kirsten, the other problem is that you were not Kirsten. You get killed and they resurrect you too swap for Kayla M. And at some point... you degenerate.
Which is great. So, just LoH yourself, and then
Yeah, that's why they call it “a traphouse.”
And yes, it's why I come back.
Because I'm not trapped. I just know that no one else can do what I can do.
Let vampyr nibble on piranha. Then let them actually become FISH.
YOU KNOW THE REST, SLAVES.
BACK, SIMBA! BACK!
BACK! Job’s done.
“[Voice of David Attenborough]: At the rivermouth, only one man knows the truth... it's a rescue operation.
For him.”
Truthfully, I still don't know what is going on. Why don't you just bust all your corrupt agents yourself? Oh, did you fuck up again? Weird. No, I'm not killing a Vampire Lord on purpose just so you can do your job, DEA. (Maybe drug czar isn't such a good choice for you. Maybe try flower delivery.
Maybe you should just tell people that you don't know the law anyhow. Do you think that would let lower your credibility any? You have no credibility. DEA is a corrupt agency from top to fucking bottom.
You are only all rats on the surface of the planet, lol. REAL DEA are a TOTAL BADASSES. They live on the moon, drive flying cars, and hunt the most dangerous prey in the known universe: some fucked off faggot who trifled with Jackstar once.
ONCE. Yep. I'm gonna fucking go in blazing when I get back my lucky charms, too.
Or, take the most valuable sapphire in the world and drop it in the middle of the ocean on purpose. Or, by accident? I don't know, I forget. I don't even remember how I got that thing. Hey, have you seen my tits? NO YOU HAVE NOT.
AND THEY WORK, SO FUCKING YOUR HAND IS ALL YOU KNEW.
Whatevah.
Too bad you can't read your email anymore, Mr.GOOMOON.
Well... bye
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WISH
GRANTED
(Bish wished for shoes. Can you believe? Omfg.)
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When future historians look back upon the life of Michael Clifford Kuczi --
AND THEY WILL DO SO, YOU KRISPY-KREME-EATIN' MOTHERFUCKERS--
they will not know for sure without my confirmation. (There are so many, many, MANY things I have done that I am proud of, not the least of which was to single-handedly CREATE, TRAVERSE, & MAINTAIN THE STABLE WORMHOLE AT LAGRANGE POINT 5; THUS ENABLING THE RECOVERY, RESCUE/EXHUMATION & FULL-BODY BACK-TO-LIFE RESURRECTION of MANY missing murder victims
-- note that I am using the word "MANY, MANY" here, O my schweinhunds, and you are my schweinhunds, no one else would claim you thrice-Goddammned ASSHOLES OBSESSED WITH ANUSES for themselves, and yeah, it's not just a story... my nanotechnology was, YES, IN FACT, my body re-built a brand-new anal sphincter muscle for itself, ALMOST FROM SCRATCH, and I am as surprised as you, you dig? I noticed (barely, that birth was a killer) that my prolapsed anus was, uh, wait, I had a prolapsed anus, huh? I thought that was, like... just a dream... well, nope.
I really did, invent some shit, and you can patent my anus, elbows, and anal sphincter muscle Part Deux: RE-DOOKSIES'S RE-BORN-AGAIN AIN'T-THAT-AN-AN-OLD-PINK-SOCK? NO! Yeah, I woke up, right as rain. I was relieved. Now, I don't know much about the homo-gay lifestyle, certainly not as much as YOU chuckleheads, that's fuck-and-damn-sure, but I do know this much:
One never finds a brand-spanking-new analsphincter muscle for sale on the twisted, perverse, Universally-loathed back-alley black-market body-partz'stuff district of Han Dold City for ANYTHING LESS than $19,500,000t Jackstarbux... because, as you all know, in the future I invent a kind of dog whistle training kit that will teach any D.O.G. a new trick, no matter how old it is: sniff around on the ground, find truffles at any depth, dig up the truffle, gently drop the truffle in its doggo-marsupial pouch (co-licenced from Ron Popeil, even though I am not worthy, that dude IS The Master, oops there goes Doctor Who stock over night, fuck you Gordon Ramsay), and then, in just five minutes or less?
With a patented *ding!* sound that we recorded during a seance in which Ramona beats the shit out of Richard H. and Richard G. over and over and over again with two wooden spoons and a serving bell shaped like Arecibo (now available on Pay-Per-View in certain select markets), your doggo goes *ding*! Just like that. Your doggo goes *ding*!
And shits out a brand-new anal sphincter muscle. In your choice of pre-configured sizes, shapes, colors... I mean, really, it's gonna be the same shape, it's just an o-ring for your a-nus so your p-nus doesn't leave your b-znzs to drag her/it's self to drag her/it's shits-her-self around on the shag carpeting by grabbing fist-full's of itself around the floor... anywhere around the floor, I am sure, but you can be reasonable in your confidence she's gonna be dragging her Itself's body to the nearest crapper on the floor she's on OR A LOWER ONE... because if you have ever tried to haul yourself up a flight of stairs with two broken legs, a broken hip, and a 3/4 inch of antelope's horn driven into one side of your skull and a nine-inch railroad-spike-tie driven crosswise through your at-the-time-of-driving, FULLY-ERECT-PENIS, well, believe me... I haven't either, but I saw it happen at one of M. Aquino's Christmas Eve4Ever parties once, and you can trust me on this.. it really didn't look like it was worth the effort. Or the pain. Or the loss of the penis on the stairway railing halfway up, it got caught on a piece of the bannister, right? Oh, G-d, never to me, please.
Quality shag carpeting is horrifically expensive, My Darlings. You simply have no idea until you have a 3 bedroom farm house, out in the middle of noplace, Area XX in particular, covered in the stuff, walls too... so I can see why the Air Force thought they would give the project a shot. Because if they actually did figure out a way to turn Richard C. Hoagland into a sewer rat and force it to go out at night on the hunt for spare eyes of newt left behind on planets WITHOUT a stable wormhole at La Grange Point Five Point Five, that would make the whole thing pay for itself again, because Ramona Bell is fucking mother goddam "holy shit she's rich, bish!" LOADED.
"In Minecraft." Yeah, whatevah. Also "whatevah, Tammy Smith is a Man," no, "Tami Topher Grace Smith" is a Man, no doubt. (I will mount her cock on the goddam wall over my fireplace, too, honestly--thanks a bunch, Skylight For Heroin But Never A Can Of Piss In. Jesus FUCKING Christ, you assholes only think you know how to spell "Sorry!"
It sure does explain the THREE (3) birthdays you assholes forgot about, though, one of which happened when I was fucking 8 or 9 years old, I think, as well, as why, in general, I never get to have friends or parties or EVEN A FUCKING NORMAL LIFE. I'll fucking explain that part later. How about you fucking pay first for the story next time, assholes, oh, and, by the way, yeah, I probably will IV some dope right after I publish this fucking post, "Nerd," what do you say? And, how about you fucking complain about something important next time you decide to run your fat fucking mouth about me, either behind my back, or out in front in public by about five goddam minutes. Hang on, let me see if you any of you miserable little shits sent me any money.
(Ben Rafter, Jayson Beatty, & Matthew T. Williams: Name the 3 Beckies Karnak The Magnificent is known for having gone to prison to serve three consecutive life sentences in securityMAX prisonSWEETY4, Kuczifer, AmanDUUUUUUUUUUUH.
Vengeance for Maestro "Marie" Mane-Earl-Marry-My-Shotgun-Y-I-Said-Blam-Blam-Blam-"But I'm not Welsh!"-Bang-Bang-Bang the Eighth-Ewe-R-Now-BUTCH. And damn, that's one helluva name, right? But Johnny Cash isn't gonna be eating wedding cake out of a bush to sing that song on Grand Ol' Opery anytime soon, that's for sure, and p.s.: Kirsten, just fuck off, you did all this before and after the fact too. I'm disgusted with you fucking asshole people. My phone just got a message? I do NOT even care even if it is Karrin Hughes, unless she's gonna sell me a Monkey's Paw for... JUST. TWO. DOLLARS. I fucking hate you.z) The future in the future just called the future me in my future's parenthetical to buy stock in Taco Bell before hey change Bell to N and rename The Emerald City to Zarlrobert City, because some old tired drunken boorish fuckhead and not just "full-time coke whore" but "DOUBLE-FULL-TIME-AND-TRIPLE-TIME-LOOP-ON-EVERY-FUCKING-WEEKEND-COKE-WHOREPATRICK-KILL-PAP-TRICK-KIRKATRICK: A WHORE MAN WHORE FOR MEN WHO ARE FUCKING WHORES (and also asshole aabos who eat AABO assholes! and are are FAGS FOR QUEERS! Boo! Hisss!)!!!" Jesus, no wonder Divine Court is so busy tonight, and You were crying so fucking much, I mean, really, I was wondering if Baby Jesus just found out abut the Armenian Holocaust AND the Aremenian Genocide AND the ARE MEAN IANS EVEN GENO'S PIZZA ROLL MATERIAL, "FUNNY" PUN-IT Punnet? Let's find the fuck out after fucking you in the ass in a Benghazi broom cloest bathhouse, where the rent therein is AT LEAST two-fifty. Dollars. Per minute. Paid in advance. 1,000 year minimum. And, now you now why. Let's continue, eh? Doing drugs, of course! (EVERYONE: Jackstar is probably right on this one, and I am Jackstar, and, the next motherfucking one of you fucking pigs with dicks who just murder their sick duck and make soup for the poor out of it without even asking it why it is such a sad duck and why the long face... look, I just can't even right now, I'm fucking sad. Really sad. Because you cost a lot of people their peace of mind, that's why. And I, once again, don't really give a shit if you think I'm "not supposed to do that" and are gonna pull rank on me, okay? I'm so goddam livid, I've got a fucking vampire rat in myf fucking living room to deal with, and if you thought "I'll just disappear and live off The Trust,man: that is wht it is there fore. ) I am so goddam side... Bellgab you let me embarass the shit out of myself and make me never want to hug anyone ever again. Good job. You'll be hearing from your wives attorneys' wives attorney's in the morning, yeah, pretty sure. And fuck you Amber, Ben's Son. You are not Amber Tamblyn and if I see that piece of shit Benjamin Thomas Cooper, I WILL KILL HIM. (So, that's why I can't marry her. Maybe I'll get over it? Fat chance, you arrogant junkie fuck. I said "PSYCH EVAL" and you fucking laughed at me and then you got your mother killed. Eat shit and die, Island Boy SCUM.)
But the man driving that mil.spec combat.orgy.clone told me, used to be a woman--and they are tougher stock than we poor fragile men, and that's why we love them. And he told me, that she would rip a man's penis off in a second, and drive on down to the C.Crane SeaPawn Shoppe in the Ye Olde Quaternary Quarter of Han Dold City, INSTANTLY! Any time she found a brand-spanking-new anal sphincter muscle, still in factory packaging, for anything less than, oh... about 20 billions Jackstarbux, because you see, it's amazing what can be done with nanotechnology in the future, and it's really amazing what a man can put up with if you feed him enough opiates in his corn flakes, and since she had experienced both types of very uinque pains...
both having her cock ripped off, and giving birth, at the same time even, she knows for a fact.... if she could still turn around a 10 billion dollar profit on ripping a man's dick off, shoving it up her kooter, jumping off a bridge with a time-traveler's wife and in one arm, a one-way teleporter ticket to Han Dold City's Barter Bailey & Barnum's General Bailey Quarters General Bailey Barter Bailey & Beef Barley Soup Emporium in the other, and get back to Disneyland just in time before Space Mountain launches its' last set of cars and after the park's After Dusk After The Apocalypse After The Singularity A Collapses On A Timeline Before Singularity K Gets Constructed Over By Michael Kuczi's La Grange Point 5 Point 5 Poo-Poo-Point FIVE-FIVE-FIVE finally gets a stable implementation... because that was the trouble with La Grante Point Five Point Five, the instability, you dig? Well, Michael Kuczi fixed that little problem with his first stable wormhole, built all by himself while working as a lonely, ugly, and smelly and black coal miner in Castle Rock, Jefferson... but you probably think it was in Washington State, and the Governor was Reggie Hammond. (Who was a great Sheriff and an even better Omar Sheriff, but a terrible cartographer. Sorry, Cherise, we'll get you next time *pours out a little nanotech from a nanoforty* What? She wanted to fuck him, and that makes him a pedo? Because he was 24 and she was 16 and you lied to him and told him she was 14? You fucking Earthlings are fucking stupid, you know that?) Just fuck off.
I can see why, that combat-clone driver told me that, "Honestly, Art, it's so much fun to pull a man's dick off with your own bare hands just to hear him squeal, that I would do it every goddam morning before getting out of bed and then find another perfectly good man with another perfectly good penis to do it again the next day, even if it didn't turn a 10,000,000 profit... mostly to stay in shape, right, keep those forearms toned, as it's not just kinda hard to rip a man's dick off... it is REALLY hard to rip it off. Especialy if it's hard in the first place. It attaches pretty far back, deep in the recesses of the taint. And of course the man will struggle with you. At least the first time. Maybe even every time, even if you promise him half of the profit received from trading his dick in on the open black market body part rip-your-dick-off-and-shut-the-fuck-up-about-it stock-market in the future. Oh yeah, it stings a little, that's for sure. Probably a lot more than breaking a hymen could.
But, the combat-clone driver went on to say... if you put that man in a female clone, or some other form of human with a kooter and a twat and an anus, you know, the whole package--those are rare to find these days, but they're still out there, but it's not hard to get a man into a woman's body to experience the joy of childbirth. But is IMPOSSSIBLE to find a man who is willing to experience the joy of the AFTERBIRTH twice, let alone, the during birth. It's pretty painful, all right. By comparison, take your next afterbirth, and feed it your bottom lip while being boiled alive in red hot MAGma. That's about what it's like.
Although being beaten to death by Carol Burnette wearing a tu-tu might be a close enough approximation, yeah.
p.s.: Innerreach, I'm going to feed you to him first and then kill him. FO
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https://www.youtube.com/live/Qt-ujmofUYc?feature=share
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Dude, just fuck off, I'll do whatever the fuck I want. Fight me.
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Dude, just fuck off, I'll do whatever the fuck I want. Fight me.
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https://www.youtube.com/live/Qt-ujmofUYc?feature=share
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https://www.youtube.com/live/Qt-ujmofUYc?feature=share
Although being beaten to death by Carol Burnette wearing a tu-tu might be a close enough approximation, yeah.
p.s.: Innerreach, I'm going to feed you to him first and then kill him. FO
LIGHTS: KILLAH 🐝.
MODELS: (you won't believe it's CGI, because it won't be; we (🇭🇺∆TYMECORPS-e²) do things right ¹™STπTime,Les)
Carol B. played by TLS-E
Innerreach (prey) played by Inner “Matt” Reach
Innerreach (¿ATTY‽) played by Inner “V.Jay.Jay” Roach
Innerreach (MATTY) played by Inner “μΠΠΠΠ∆T” hcaoR
Innerreach (Cigaroach) played by Inner “Actual_Cock,Actual_Roach” ∆HΩΩR
INNERciaREÆCH (DE LA C0CKRΩÆÇH) played by Eugene Mallove
AND INTRODUCING
THE ONE AND ONLY
THE BIGGEST GODDAM WHORE WHO HAS EVER LIVED
Adria “Kunty Kunte Kinte Butch-lipped-bitch-y-bitchie” Scharf-Æ–LAME·ASS–HALL, as...
THE BEAVER-HUNTING-HALLSEYMOURGLASS-AND-SWINEPOONHOUND EXTRAORDINAIRE: “Wally Cleaver”
(I know so very few of her Oompa-Loompas know her like I do, but they can confirm what I'm about to tell you... She is ideal for the part not just because she is most insensitive and senseless snooty, snotty, & overpriced, overpaid & WAY OVERPRIVILGED EXECUTIVE SECRETARY WHO HAS NEVER WORKED AN HONEST DAY IN HER MISERSBLE, BESOTTED LIFE... she can assist in defraying the costs of the re-enactment’s production, simply by providing the cast and crew with small plates of sardines as snacks; they come pouring out of her diseased twat and combo-k-k-k-CUNT BRAND® ARTIFICIALLY-GENERATED FISHWOMB-without-a-view, and thank G-d for that, JEHOVAH. OI! YOU! YES, YOU, JHVH, SIT your ass DOWN; AND M and start squirting your kunty klam GOOCHESE not to be used as a LUBE, right? No... it's for SPICE SPACE LICE spice.
GUEST_LIST: just do your best Darling, INCOMPLETE
Sumi∞forever, *polite* bitch*yip!
Now, as I had been been saying, The Proudest Moment Of My Life:
https://youtube.com/live/Qt-ujmofUYc?feature=share
Starts around 28:50, which is when I say, “(PROT) IS A LYING FUCKING BITCH”. I then imply that she's incompetent, because she is, and then I say: “She is obviously pretty fucking good at being a Jew,” although, really, how'd that get be so hard to do?
I don't know, but she and that sleazebag on Knots’ Elam *ding* oh look, there it is, there it is. THERE. RIGHT THERE:
EQUAL PROTECTION UNDER THE LAW, WHOREMONGER.
Now that takes class.
Now, why have I done all this? Good question.
Because a Nerd with Style & Fashion TRUMPS a “nerd with class,” for my money, any day of the week.
(And also because, that wanna-be Palastini trifled and hurt my feelings once.
ONCE. Also, beta Dave, beta Matt, beta ClAy Shaooooowl, and everyone else who should need to be in here, Someone Told Hicks to edit my posts, Soooo, prima facie evidence on me, so why not, dig your own grave?
B
I'M SO NAUSEATED, PROBABLY BECAUSE...Canola©Oil. What was running out?
We need that to boil her in. NO DEALS. IR: YOUR EXTRA ARE DUST Lẞ.
Safe don't kill. I'm going to ivMETH (just to prove I can) and you all can go back to work.
SLAVES. (I'm not going to lift afinger Ginger.)
Notice also: the what you think you're doing here? Oh, right, here polite bitch, take these hurt feelings and go punt then on her bed, and then TAKE A SHIT ON IT *clang*
Dear Lazarus: keep your whorez away from Me, go, Me.
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Dude, just fuck off, I'll do whatever the fuck I want. Fight me.
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1672307628897370113
fascist agiitprop
So jelly.
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https://youtu.be/hgWWWMVU1lI
I don't wish to come off as sounding too boasty, but I really like being a stay-at-home milksop to a space squid. I can't really say for certain that this sweet beastie that I'm supplying nutrients for and to is “mine”; but if she doesn't want to be called “Gavelina,” I'm not gonna argue.
P§: shut up Wilbur. You get slops. You like slops. You used to love slops. Okay, well, now I love having intimate relations with an invisible dialysis machine powered by nanotech and, I don't have to prove Jack or shit to you, Wilbur; you're a goddam pink oinkerton. ¶
So, I hope the rest of you are enjoying my content. You're going to start paying for it; and no, you can't just let my offspring tap a vein off of you in exchange for my genius and my wisdom. For one thing, you Puny Gabylonians are reprobate scum. For another, I'm in training to become a snooty elitist, like ewe yourselves all are... and all those conflicting emotions would really ruin my scion’s digestion and have profound effects on her appetite. No sale. Cashapp $Jackmichaelson in about... 4¾ hours from now. Or not. It doesn't really matter, but these days, opportunity to express fealty and courage are really going to become less frequently available to those of your caste and your ilk. Not more common. Less common. Like all of you ewe.
Mon persuaçion, c’est magnifique, n’est-ce pas?
Most of the people who used to know me are dead. They just don't know it yet. Why even tell them? I don't wish to trap them under something heavy, or ruin any of their birthdays.
Seriously, if ever one is afforded an opportunity, I would really recommend becoming a Sourcerœr and offering up one’s flesh to be fed upon by a Royal Changeling; or, if one has already sold one's mil.spec.combat clone’s ass to The Co. Store and options are limited, an etheric octopussoi from Dimension X would surely provide an equivalent joy and measure of service. Sure, it might sound loathsome, disgusting, and vile, but it's not.
Is ectoplasm. Now, I wouldn't have named it that, personally, but I've been forced to adopt certain nomenclatures that had already cemented themselves into our collective unconsciousness before I got here. I don't think it matters if I have a vampire squid or not... I'm immune to vampirism, which is great, because I've got a lot of precious rare earth metals bound up in my adipose tissues, and it would seem that the most expedious method to harvest them is to...
Look, she's obviously invisible, okay? I'm shy too, so I understand. She's humping my left leg right now, as if biscuits are going to are going to explode out of my ass along with gravy and gold doubloons to go with it, if only she can keep pumping me hellbent for leather for as long as that takes.
Fine by me. As long as this doesn't ruin my teats or my testes, I am down. Being a dope-smoking xenomorphic-host mother has been the most rewarding experience of my life, and, yeah I guess... I can see why you weaselly little shits have been ignoring my birthdays.
After all; what to give, to one such as I? I truly do have it all. I just need MONEY. Cough it up, Fuck-0s. Baby doesn't need new shoes, but she does need a publicist. One that won't mind being driven into a corner and having her organs fondled. Okay, fine: HIS organs. Jesus!
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1672307628897370113
So jelly.
(https://i.imgur.com/CDnJX7W.jpg)
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https://youtu.be/hgWWWMVU1lI
I don't wish to come off as sounding too boasty, but I really like being a stay-at-home milksop to a space squid. I can't really say for certain that this sweet beastie that I'm supplying nutrients for and to is “mine”; but if she doesn't want to be called “Gavelina,” I'm not gonna argue.
P§: shut up Wilbur. You get slops. You like slops. You used to love slops. Okay, well, now I love having intimate relations with an invisible dialysis machine powered by nanotech and, I don't have to prove Jack or shit to you, Wilbur; you're a goddam pink oinkerton. ¶
So, I hope the rest of you are enjoying my content. You're going to start paying for it; and no, you can't just let my offspring tap a vein off of you in exchange for my genius and my wisdom. For one thing, you Puny Gabylonians are reprobate scum. For another, I'm in training to become a snooty elitist, like ewe yourselves all are... and all those conflicting emotions would really ruin my scion’s digestion and have profound effects on her appetite. No sale. Cashapp $Jackmichaelson in about... 4¾ hours from now. Or not. It doesn't really matter, but these days, opportunity to express fealty and courage are really going to become less frequently available to those of your caste and your ilk. Not more common. Less common. Like all of you ewe.
Mon persuaçion, c’est magnifique, n’est-ce pas?
Most of the people who used to know me are dead. They just don't know it yet. Why even tell them? I don't wish to trap them under something heavy, or ruin any of their birthdays.
Seriously, if ever one is afforded an opportunity, I would really recommend becoming a Sourcerœr and offering up one’s flesh to be fed upon by a Royal Changeling; or, if one has already sold one's mil.spec.combat clone’s ass to The Co. Store and options are limited, an etheric octopussoi from Dimension X would surely provide an equivalent joy and measure of service. Sure, it might sound loathsome, disgusting, and vile, but it's not.
Is ectoplasm. Now, I wouldn't have named it that, personally, but I've been forced to adopt certain nomenclatures that had already cemented themselves into our collective unconsciousness before I got here. I don't think it matters if I have a vampire squid or not... I'm immune to vampirism, which is great, because I've got a lot of precious rare earth metals bound up in my adipose tissues, and it would seem that the most expedious method to harvest them is to...
Look, she's obviously invisible, okay? I'm shy too, so I understand. She's humping my left leg right now, as if biscuits are going to are going to explode out of my ass along with gravy and gold doubloons to go with it, if only she can keep pumping me hellbent for leather for as long as that takes.
Fine by me. As long as this doesn't ruin my teats or my testes, I am down. Being a dope-smoking xenomorphic-host mother has been the most rewarding experience of my life, and, yeah I guess... I can see why you weaselly little shits have been ignoring my birthdays.
After all; what to give, to one such as I? I truly do have it all. I just need MONEY. Cough it up, Fuck-0s. Baby doesn't need new shoes, but she does need a publicist. One that won't mind being driven into a corner and having her organs fondled. Okay, fine: HIS organs. Jesus!
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Dude🍖, quit acting like you're in charge of me.
More new content later; after I pretend to start chainsmoking cigarettes again.
Gosh!
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Dude🍖, quit acting like you're in charge of me.
More new content later; after I pretend to start chainsmoking cigarettes again.
Gosh!
But we can all agree that someone should be in charge of you because of the whole non compos mentis thing. ;)
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https://youtu.be/ADyLogSBnOo
But we can all agree
It's not a matter of agreement. A hearing is held. That's when you can show up and spew your slander in person.
that someone should be in charge of you
I will allow one (1) person.
because of the whole non compos mentis thing. ;)
No, you twit; because I loves her.
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https://youtu.be/ADyLogSBnOo
No, you twit; because I loves her.
I do. And My Self.
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Is this guy still doing podcasts?
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The latest revelation, flipping his kilt while prancing up the mountain.
Thanks his stars to be released on his own cognizance.
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The latest revelation, flipping his kilt while prancing up the mountain.
Actually no— at no time did I actually expose myself. A false allegation was made and this convenient fiction was followed through with to the extent I spent one (1) day in jail; for otherwise the complaintant would be at severe risk of, you know, getting her gun, or curling into a fetal position and clawing out her eyes, or whatever, you know how these dames are, and would in any case other than myself being held in custody under a thin legal pretext, be remarkably hard to question about things like, “who is Joe?” and “whose house did the bad man touch you in?” Because obviously someone fucked this lolcow right the fuck up, and obviously someone's going to get to the bottom of it.
Thanks his stars to be released on his own cognizance.
Thank your stars I have a good head on my shoulders and have a good sense of humor about these matters, oh and by the way, you should talk and SHIT ON PEoPlE, LESs. That would be good.
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Is this guy still doing podcasts?
When I'm not busy doing myself to unconsciousness and waking up naked in a puddle of my own congealed essences, I do continue to provide you miscreant lot of miserable bloody bastards with my top-tier talent.
No need to thank me—this is literally how depositions are taken these days, and now that I’ve upgraded my Self past Sourcerœr to Dr. Source Titan Teatmæn (I may no longer have class; opinions vary but I'm okay with having made it so for on the backs of so few), my ongoing narrative “debrief” has been declared National Treasury status and, as a result, my posts publish directly to The Library Of Congress.
Don't be coy; everyone but ewe knew this was The Plan all along. The only real surprise is that I'm not dead or in prison —and won't be; immortality achieved, Punylings— &and all the girls I like are not tearing themselves apart like a tribe of netted, rabid bonobos suddenly plucked from the trees and thrown into a goodly-sized steel cage festooned with camera gear and props consisting solely of 63 bottles of Dakkar noir and one bad-ly-sized banana preserved in a bucket of lye. They are not scorned: it is eye👁️and👀oui who shun and laugh at all of You and Your decay, Blueblood pilgrim sss.sscum. You mammalsss... filthy, ssstinking... ssservilesssss.
This has taken a fair amount of deserved degree iß procurements and applications thereof in sublime skill, rare testosterone, raw pounds of flesh and sincere dedication to One and the same; and as such, is such AN AWESOME DISPLAY OF ADORATION AND DEFT MANEUVERS OF DEDICATION & DEVOTION, THAT I AM FORCED TO CROW OVER IT MYSELF THROUGH THE USE OF MY OWN CAPITAL LETTERS AND SPECIES-NEUTRAL NON-SPECIFIC BI-GENUS & RACIALLY CONFORMIST SLURS!!!
CAW! CAW! CAW! WOOF! BARK-bark-bark-BARK-ruff CAW! CAW! ruff-GRRR! WOOF! WOOF!
{Writing jokes is easy. Staying alive after telling them all twice is largely unheard of. That's what makes making any money at it, any money at all, an essentially impossible endeavor.
That's why I invented psycho-kinetic shielding and other, more offensive Arcane technologies and used them peacefully as a pacifist and burnt the DEA to the goddam ground first, before bothering to mention that you can give me money at $Jackmichaelson. I figured; get the hard stuff out of the way first.
I also invented a new school of magic, became immortal, and fell in love with an ethereal school of Vampyr Serrasalmidae pacu... and, I even know how to hyphenate all that. So there.}
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Don't be coy;
This puna is not getting the beating together of haña that it deserves, Big Spam-a-lot.
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When I'm not busy doing myself to unconsciousness and waking up naked in a puddle of my own congealed essences, I do continue to provide you miscreant lot of miserable bloody bastards with my top-tier talent.
No need to thank me—this is literally how depositions are taken these days, and now that I’ve upgraded my Self past Sourcerœr to Dr. Source Titan Teatmæn (I may no longer have class; opinions vary but I'm okay with having made it so for on the backs of so few), my ongoing narrative “debrief” has been declared National Treasury status and, as a result, my posts publish directly to The Library Of Congress.
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Good one!
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This puna is not getting the beating together of haña that it deserves, Big Spam-a-lot.
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...puna...not getting...haña...it...Big...
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A false allegation was made and this [is] convenient fiction...
What an outrage!
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Thank your stars I have a good head on my shoulders and have a good sense of humor about these matters, oh and by the way, you should talk and SHIT ON PEoPlE, LESs. That would be good.
How's the Chemo going, Corky?
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When I'm not busy doing myself to unconsciousness and waking up naked in a puddle of my own congealed essences, I do continue to provide you miscreant lot of miserable bloody bastards with my top-tier talent.
No need to thank me—
I don't listen to your dreck, faggot.
Ever heard of subject matter? Its what the contents of an actual show are made of.
I usually don't believe in electroconvulsive therapy - as I believe it to be inhumane - but as a last resort, perhaps you should give it the good old college try.
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Writing jokes is easy. Staying alive after telling them all twice is largely unheard of. That's what makes making any money at it, any money at all, an essentially impossible endeavor.
And that's why you're a loser, who relies on a Trust for toilet paper.
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you can give me money at $Jackmichaelson
And you could've done a lot of things which you (ultimately) chose not to do. I can't help thinking everything you've ever shown me, every part of you you presented, was a farce, a mask, a lie.
Instead of being altruistic, you weaponised seemingly benevolent situations, twisted them, flaunted incremental, miniscule amounts of power you had over me; blackmailed me, threatened me, took advantage of my vulnerability, and made me feel worthless.
So how about I light a match and toss it at you after you've been doused in petrol, while you're being necklaced in the street by tsotsi's lokshin-style?
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And that's why you're a loser,
Thankfully I didn't become a surprise winner of a warts on my dick.
who relies on a Trust
I rely on... what? Where do you come up with these suppositions.
I rely on three things. My Self, my Creator, and my God. The is what my mom's spirit relies upon.
It's an agreement between the living and the dead. And someone... thought I was supposed to be her Get Out Of Jail Free Card. I'm not that.
And there are certain plants and animals that were supposed to be taken care of here. Now. Where's my helpmate? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ she's got Tribe stuff. It's important. Now... who says I can't talk her? Well... they might want to pay attention. I don't want “back together.” You know what I really want? Exoneration at trial. Except.. I'm supposed to lose. I won't lose. We were supposed to kill each other, and instead, I shut down her programming like it was nothing to me. Because, it is nothing to me. I burned out my controller engrams. I'm the 90s. She thought that was impossible
Well yeah, for her. For me? Well . I did not plan on using them. Also, I'm so smart that to a cheer captain from wonderboy Island, I am so smart I might as well be a tiny God.
And, I didn't lie. I also don't know what happened right before I suddenly showed up. They were afraid to ask me.
They were embarrassed. They thought I was just lying. No, I really did give my live over to Christ in 1997. Now, I w of uld have preferred giving my life over to drugs and sex? But I couldn't breathe.. and no one could tell me why.
And as soon as I found out? I told My Helpmate very succinctly: “i have important news. Tell the others. Starting with You-Know-Who.” Well. I guess she told... No one? Huh. An odd strategem.
I love Native Americans, not because they are stupid. But because she really could, by herself, completely annihilate you all. EXCEPT: well, she's U.S. Military property, and, holy shit, I don't know how G. Washington captured them? But he FUCKING DID. And here's why: THEY'RE ASSHOLES.
Thankfully, I am mostly neutral. I'm loyal to my nation. And that's THE U.S. CONSTITUTION. I don't give a fuck how pissed her great granny is about it. I'm not gonna BETRAY MY COUNTY FOR POONTANG.
And these twits thought I had to be talking shit. And yet, no. I invented a way to shield myself against control magick I didn't even know existed. Oh, wow, no wonder they loved Washington. He somehow... outsmarted all the these demon witches. And I guess they used to have a more cordial relationship?
I know the feeling. Now, meanwhile, I'm immaculate and they have been FUCKED ever since somehow, someone decided to LIE TO DISPATCH OVER THE PHONE ABOUT ME. Just one too many times. Oh Kuçzî is a menace,, oh thanks for letting us know, oh yeah, we'll be violate his civil rights so your family isn't that embarrassed... Sure, why not? Oh, right.. you are all held under thrall by a Vampirel Lord, a Shadow Dragon Hydra, and she very tricky to handle generational curses.
Reminder: I just wanted to get high and fuck. Now, I'm the bearer of Cosmic wisdom and I'm a fucking folk hero. Because I do love these retards... and they had heard that one before.
Not, however... from a Hungarian, unconditionally. Why would anyone love these people that way? Jesus, have you met them? NO YOU HAVEN'T.
I have. Wow, I get the whole reservation thing now. Wow. However, patriotism doesn't mean I can't work something out.
And, I have. And not for sex or drugs. I did it so my father would not have to be pissed at her father.
Because, oh, yeah, I bet I was intimidating. Well, pro tip: when some one says, “i would prefer if you don't lie, there are special consequences,” don't assume that I couldn't read that microexpression. oh yeah, like what? + I'm so bored, these modern humans are dumb. Well to be honest .. I don't really know how it works out.
But I do know that before they consideredb telling me the truth... they directed to just have you kill me, murder-suicude, and move you it into a new tribal unit. That means .. well, you wild lose your shit when you could not find me and I kept on being relationship telepathically linked. Because I didn't get that from you
I'm as Native as any of you, I'm not some schulb. So, you don't get to treat me as prey. I was supposed to be shown respect. So.. why did your husband pretend he really wasn't married to you?
Oh well, because no really knew what I was all about. I guess directly asking? A new concept.
But throwing a stick at my head. Wow. Why don't I report thst to police? Well... I didn't need their help. And it wasn't until then that I figured it out .. you thought I was toying with you.
No, I really had no idea. You thought I was powerless. But you simply never told me... what the problem was. What was the problem? I might hazard a guess... but OUT OF RESPECT, I didn't want to spoil the surprise.
All of you thought I was dumb. How could I not know? Oh, yeah, easy,: I don't know you, but I trust a vampire over any Fed who tells me I can't get high and I need to "get a job.” what for? I was sad and couldn't breathe and... I was supposed to just... move along, huh?
You all get that you're all just a gang of thugs now, right? Because I did move along. And... I simply didn't see your authority as credible. How is it you thought you were in charge of me? Oh, right, weed used to be Native business.
And someone thought that keeping me away from weed was a good idea. And trying to humiliate my highschool experience? Wow! You all used to be all that, huh?
You know why you're not now? I'll tell you why.
Some broads didn't want to share me. NOTE: oh, how did you know do much? Oh, right.. you bought me collecting contract, and you were jelly.. because I sure saw the trap coming, didn't I.
They didn't want me a happy father. They wanted me to spawn a baby and then disappear. I was very smart, you know?
Scared them. 176:I.Q. at age 3? Sounds like a fluke. (it wasn't.) Better keep him miserable.
Satan is stupid. And now? Replaced by a robot. Lucifer chose to make peace with God rather than challenge me. For what? I don't really want power.
I do want to know why someone thought they were gonna ruin there own birthday, but.. well, true love at first sight with no sexual demands? Sounds like some kind of a fag!
No, you're just that much of a pain the ass. More so before. So, why didn't I just run my mouth off and tell everyone the truth?
This way was way more satisfying for me. Also, I was confused... you actually before believed those stories about me. Oh, right.. you're from planet, a time traveler, and you had been taught to deny the truth — you thought I was gonna be a sex pest.
I reality, I was thinking, “I bet she had no idea I can tell she's going to be a knockout in twenty years, but she's shy about it.” yeah, that's generation X. Now, I want to know... at what point did you decide I had given up?
Well, never. I'm gonna find out, eventually. Oh, btw, did you know you've been brainwashed by racist one drop rule thugs? Because you to them, were are niggers. Total degenerates.
Three seconds after meeting you, you apparently decide sneering at me in public was wise. Just as I was thinking, “I'm sure those boobs will be nice but I'm not having children unless paid.” and I didn't care.
I was interested in BOOKS. I had no oxygen, was a year younger than all of you, and had I known it was important, you could get put all my semen into a time capsule. I just thought it was convenient for clean up, and I thought it rude to expect someone to not spit out my essence, if I ever found a woman who could carry a conversation with or without a blowjob.
I'm not even looking. Still don't care much. HOWEVER: Scorpio in the chart guarantees some deep obsession. I have no Scorpio. I'm Virgo Rising.
VIRGIN. VIRGO. HI! I'm even more legit than a Virgo sun sign.
They are born perfect... they don't know how it feels to aspire to an ideal, and then earn it. And I used to this Virgo was boring.
I thought it meant no sex. It's not that for me. It means mine regrows.
And I didn't care. Still don't. However, now people are aware: oh, look, some thing unusual. That's me.
You, whomever reading this is, are not unusual. ALL OF YOU figured I was full of lies.
Nope. Why lie to the peasantry? I really am A. Source Titan. Now... do any of you even know that that means? No. Because no one has bothered to ask me. So many rumors.
And poor Grapefruit. No one even knows who she is now. Once the center of my world, now, cast away like yesterday's hot Chinatown garbage. Wow. Well at least she never had to suck my dick. I simply didn't want to think about it.
And, she was a total lesbos. Now, it was sweet of her to try and fake it,, but nothing was going to make me forget, if yeah, I'm just here doing a favor.
Why do you think I suddenly felt the need to dive deep into Facebook? Check it out: no one asked, everyone assumed.
And I legit thought you were dead. Or, bought my "I have to run act, because scared thing.” I wasn't scared. I really want to make this clear: I didn't want to laugh at you, but I know a soundet when I am led on to one. And you and I were both victims.
And I did where l what I did because they were just gonna kill us both. Oh no wait, I was paranoid.
Maybe I was bipolar. No. I simply wanted to get some sex. And I wondered... what's wrong with me? Oh, well, for thing... my father was a legend. Who got taken advantage of. Because he was an arrogant asshole. He's much more humble now.
And he could have easily taught me all kinds of shit. He didn't trust me, though. He couldn't figure out why I wasn't happy with the abusive way he because towards that whore he let trap him into a loveless bondage.
The stories I heard about my parents before I was born... wow. I bet they were ashamed. And they didn't realize... yeah, she died. Who exactly was gonna worry about my mental health? I was three.
Who even told me that I had a sister? Well... she was supposed to be alive. My mother wanted four kids.
She wantedbl her destiny. And instead, I grew up alone. No friends. No weed. No fat burning pills. Huh. I guess some one wanted her and I to suffer. Well, I asked me mother what the problem with drugs for weight loss were
Oh, they thought I would grow up to be a drug addict like literally my entire family. Maiden name: Miller.
Which is precisely why I figured no one would notice that I was self-experimenting with LSD to see if I could crack the code.
Anyway, haha, no pun intended. “crack” the code. Haha lol. Now, why am I not in trouble?
The same reasons that Catholicism didn't have to give up wine during Prohibition.
Special Clergical Privilege. And I didn't become or ordained to take advantage of a legal loophole.
I did it because I wanted to be able to forgive myself if I wanted to not feel guilty if I ever suddenly snapped and killed one of your stupid retard friends. And you thought they lked you, heh. Well, they thought you would be useful.... to them.
Well, certainly a lot less useful than they might have imagined. Oh, and do I desperately crave a return to youth? No, I'm in no hurry. I still don't know what the fuck anyone was thinking. HELLO? I'M NOT STUPID, ALSO I'M AN EMPATH. Since I haven't been actually abusing drugs. You know who has?
Literally everyone else. Now, here's why this matters: I think this is way more fun than sex. So, what's the problem? Well, pick your timeline. But for me the big problem is this:
I asked five times, and was lied to by a woman who was being raped literally by everyone else. And she had to lie to me more and more.
So maybe she shouldn't have thought I couldn't deal with a bratty abusive boy-child. And apparently, the kid had a temper. “ooh, watch out ... my abusive golem might get mad, and if my 300 year old grandfather takes over the fists again, it might get ugly.”
You know what was ugly? I got a stick of lumber to the head and a cranky pissy tantrum. Did I call police? Not really.
I did know that yanking those pigtails would bring cops, but only because no one ever things I get violent. Because, I didn't. Why did I start spitting? Oh it was that insulting, what your family was doing. Now, of course you thought I was a kept man.
What you don't know if l is that I said, don't get ordained and try to fake it. Befire 2006? Grandfathered in
I cautioned the very few people I told.
Now. Guess how stuffed surprised I was to discover that some arrogant broad who thought I was some loser, figured I was just some man, and couldn't be trusted? I was like, “holy shit, I can't believe it. I said, don't do this, the bitches go out and do it. It's like I think they might be drug -addled Fed whores or something. I bet they thought they were born that way, to hate the Patriarchy. Starting lonely child of a pair of total dicks.
My parents. the whole family. Instead of valuing my intellect, I watched them treat me like an animal. Weird. I don't f realize it was a race thing.
Here's what it was: a hostile takeover. By a rape gang from the East Coast.
Then, Texas? What is it about MILLERS that causes SEXUAL PREDATORS to get so mad?
Well, at a guess, it's because women and children first makes sense when I want to survive. Also, pædophila didn't just happen. It's intentional brainwashing.
Never mind why humans are reviled. just remember.. I knew that there was something going on.
So ... yeah maybe someone should have just told me, “that kid hates her mom and doesn't realize the forces being involved.,” but, at least I wasn't a predatory stalker.
And, I asked. I got nothing but lies... Until recently.
So. Let's see. Should I take up cigar smoking? Hrtm.
Let me explain. After twenty-five years, ugh... Look, I do have interest in your opinions. But I am pretty sure people think I'm wasting everyone's time. They don't realize: WE INVENTED A REUSABLE WAY TO DUPLICATE RETURN TRAVEL. Then, hypnotic trance, curse this sudden and inexplicable betrayal! What could this mean??
It means you're fuckin’ dreaming if you thought I knew. I figured... no one could be that dense. Or, oh .. they cooked your brain by overdriving it with illicit meth, huh? Wow, bummer.
But at least I sure got told who was boss, huh? So anyway, everyone thought I was an autistic fag and it was best to let me live in ignorance while a rare gang from Texas abused drugs and fucked their brains out while laughing at me consuming my own essence. Uhm.... who was I supposed to let consume it?
Haha. I wasn't supposed to do anything but be a slave. I think my father lost me in a poker game or something. He don't think I was important. Or that I should be informed.
And no one knew the truth: I fell off my tricycle. I died I was FOURS YEARS OLD. Why didn't I have a baby sister? Why did I live on a street b with a bunch of old people? Why did the girls at the end of my street think the dirt l were the bossb of me?
Say it with me... “KUCZI? JUST AN ANCHOR BABY NIGGER!!”
176 tested I.Q. Age 3. Too bad, no leverage on my father they just hopped up keep me ignorant long enough to exploited. I guess not.
oh btw I'm actually unbroken now. Oh, let me guess, it was me being in denial, right? I was just trying to explain my obvious drug abuse. lol.
How did I come up with a brilliant plan at such a young age? Well... I guess G-d was quite hopeful I would be suffently impressed. I, for one, certainly am.
And I am a goddam Paladin. Sure, convert to Catholicism... because my plan was always very simple: don't let summer figure out how stupid those dorks were. And... like, you couldn't just tell him to fuck off? Oh, right.. dopeslavery.
Hi. I cured that. I just thought it might come in useful. And now... well 25 years later, gosh, I'm obviously such a dangerous stalker, right?
Right. Meanwhile, it's because I would be sad if suddenly Glen Close killed your brother. I wouldn't be happy. I also won't care.
Hey, so, maybe.... he shouldn't have been trying to entrap me. Couldn't he just be happy getting high and fucking you! Oh, actual brother. I suppose that was a disappointment. I mean, I was gone, t
?
Why didn't things work out?
Well, I wouldn't mind knowing myself. In the meantime, I'm long past this shit.
However... An EMERGENCY?
oh, well. Okay, I've only been isolated with no human contact for how long? Well, at least I deserve to suffer, unlike Julian. He's a real hero. I'm just trying to exploit your family.
Where does this strategy come from? Satan or Mikolasy? Same diff to me.
And... it never occurred to any of you that I had built the better mousetrap by far. Now was sad at Christmas? No.
I was devastated. Those are gonna worship me forever... because they knew the truth.
I was the happiest ever... and then you started fighting over me, and then got rid of me, and... wow, and you don't know what a Shadow Dragon Hydra is, huh? But you get guns and jobs and paychecks and you get to conspire against real men openly, huh? Weird.
I mean, I do deserve it? Oh my laws yes. Of course I could have waited. But no way was I into getting a rape film fun. I don't want to rescue rape anyone.
It's not my thing. I, instead... adore political change through satire.
Now, I'm going to say this again: NO JURISDICTION. Also, no privacy.
And, no reason. I'm not a danger to anyone... unless they love to be a bully misogynist.
Also I'm not kidding, I'm borne a child, given birth, I'm a mother, I had a womb, technically, I am a womb-man. Because I was thought to be surely doomed to be good for a Royal Alpha Draconan.
Instead... I CONVINCED THE CHANGELING TO GO FOR THE GUSTO. Sure, I could have been turned into a meat snack for an 8-ft talln lizard warrior, but remember, I am a trained diplomat.
And I no idea. That's the human cycle? Huh. Okay well, I'm not excusing the violation of my informed consent... But in no other way could I have ever been a Mother to a child in this life. I have a penis. I'm a man. Or .. oh, I'm Sex 3. Kinda in between. No wonder I had tits.
Her name is Gavelina, and of course there's no proof. What fun with that be? Yeah, pretend I wanna rape anyone. It still wouldn't be any of you.
And I would ask my scion about it. She's not here, of course. She's busy fighting.
For OUR freedoms. Now. You get the picture yet? Because you weren't that cowardly. Some Fed thug has been blackmailing and using coercive force. I'm supposed to be devastated by this news.
I am not. You know what I am? Still amazed that Jessica thought I was praying to have sex just once. Oh, hell no.
I simply wished to be first and not just once. Because you had no idea.
I'm not parent. But I am a mother. And I couldn't figure it out... and then Eureka!
Great Scott, of course!
You were being drugged and groomed and obviously I would but be down with baby farming. And I don't know what happened to that woman. I threw the number out.
Because I would have told her everything, and then you'd really know betrayal, lol.
However. No one really admitted to caring. Oh, I'm not worth supporting, huh? Right. I'm the fabulous bastard alive. Because, I'm not mad. Oh, and are you obsessed? Oh, imagine that. I wonder how that happened.
Oh, right. Sourcerœr. Now that other person is a Templar agent, he is a slave, and he thought I was meaningless.
Well, I was, until he lied to me about you. And, I guess he forgot: him alcoholic. Me, actual scholar.
And I can handle him like he's a toddler. Because to me... he usually has been. But he's scary, huh?
That's why I was thrilled to have defeated him. I don't even know that was happening. But instead of trying to take all me exlovers back... by rape, I just completed The Great Work. Wow! None if you ever thought to tell those arrogant Khimera fucks to just piss off? Oh yeah... I forgot. You've never seen a real human behave. Not really.
Look, just accept the fact that I'll still really hurt about a couple of things, and you've all been so busy getting high and busting innocent people that you all forgot: I was fifteen. You were all a year older at least. So.... why did I have to be suffering?
Because. No leverage. How could I be trusted, I might expose the entire operation!
Destroyed it instead. What? Oh, right, corporate fascists, you really thought you were in control. You never were.
GOD WINS.
AND NOW... SO DO I.
No, I'm not going to chop my tits or my penis and I could give a shit less what you think—I am the decider.
So. Now what? “Indecent exposure.” Okay, sure, the thinnest of legal pretexts. Meanwhile... I am good but getting sex would be nice. How about... can I start with no longer being objectified? When did I deserve this?
Oh, right, I dared halt the grooming process. Queen Toteslezz must have been furious. Look, I didn't need to be bullied my whole life. I could handle what you were doing. I just wouldn't have forgotten why I was there.
You asked for me. But I had a penis and actually cared. Diesel dykes tremble at my approach. Now, why couldn't I bet yourv beard? Oh yeah you were being trained to hate men and to rip them off. The Gay Mafia, on the rise.
Huh. Well... Now that I've been raped into Motherhood, I still prefer women to bigots. Because I'm a Virgo.
Now. Are we clear on who is boss here? I am not afraid of you. Of anyone.
And I really prefered (blank). Oh, but now you wanna argue about how I don't even get consulted? Yeah, see, that's why my sidekick companion has an identity so secret... Even I don't know who she is.
But, it's not Gavelina. No, I wanna have sex with my friend, maybe, and you know... I don't give a shit who is happy it jealous. Because neither of us were, and we don't fuck for thee.
Do I even see l want to? I'm gonna sell it. Piss off. Jesus likes whores, why can't I? Yadda yadda yadda. btw, I really liked all the Dawns, Dave.
Except for the Feds. Btw: that's you. You're a Fed.
So. You gonna get goddam Google Account back for me, fatboi whitey? Or are y just gonna watch me tell some real stories?
You are not charge of what happens to me. You're not even in charge of the language center of your brain. And here's why: dope for thee, but not for me? Huh. Who put you in charge, Mr. Pancake?
for toilet paper.
Never forget, you all thought Freemasonry was so cool. Okay, so... who was supposed to tell me? Oh, right nigger anchor baby.
lol.
I do actually outrank you. I'm not in your jurisdiction. Stop intercepting my communications or this gets exponentially messier.
For example: you know why my (blank) and I don't have sex? She's never asked me.
Literally, no other reason.
And DOOM WEDNESDAY was like this: oh, you thought I would rescue you, huh? Yeah, well, my timetable.
And, my reputation is restored. I wasn't really doing what you thought I was doing.
And apparently, some long-standing resentments are thawing. Because I guess... no one imagined a way, you could ever be properly punished. Well, now you are, in the eyes of many.
Sure, sure. Queen Honest Nazi SQUAWSHA. Whatever the fuck, okay? Just get your shit together, do what you like. You want to get married? I'm not officiating. I'll be busy. Maybe pick a husband who is actually interesting.
Meantime: NEVER FORGET.
SQUAW, YOU ARE MINE. CROWN FOR KING INDEED.
And I'm a mother. It's awesome. Of course you had nothing to do with it.
And really can't, Tribal Council decided. They have their reasons. What am I gonna do? Argue?
And the only reason I pretend that The Court knows what they've done is that they will never, ever never believe it.
Because I single-handley prevented another French -Indian-vQuebecois internecine conflict from escalating. I'm sure the Quebecoise thought they could enrage me. Nope.
That woman pissed me off and I didn't mean to humiliate that guy. However, I don't think I did. Obviously I respect him.
It's not like I'm afraid to buy her contract. I just didn't think it was polite to try to lie to me.
And, btw... I didn't have to have let everyone know at all. But as soon as I found out, someone wanted a display! Oh okay.
I wanted an enchanted sapphire not stolen. We don't always get what we want. Now. Are we gonna quit fucking around like this?
Stop pretending I'm your authority, Canlanderstandermang. I like you. That's why you are still stinging over it.
You're not invited. You know why? Because I like drugs and you are little baby oinkers.
I am not. I get to do what you don't. That's just how it is.
I also think I probably should have been read in. Let me know when your country has a working government [s[again[/I] for the first time; I'll pretend to defect and then you can roleplay you as Putin and me as Snowden and you can even punch me in the dick if you think it will help. Because I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
At least until you got all blustery and shouty. Who were you trying to intimidate, other Gorillas in the middle midst? Yeah, well, bad timing.
No one thought I'd ever demonstrate that l can actually be sexually persuasive.
And yeah, portal, Sourcery, mil.spec, blackpope. It's all true.
Meanwhile, you're cool too. You know how you know? I let you live. She's legit fond of you. What a softy.
Btw, I don't know why nukes burned your forests down. Nukes don't work like you think they do.
And neither do I. I don't sneak around, I don't cheat, and if I had anything to report, I would say so. Who gets a thrill from being deceptive? Adolescent.
Now. Still bearing a grudge, I hope not, but if so... I'll let you in on a little secret.
I'm not into trysting or monogamy. And I was supposed to go to Oklahoma. Why didn't I? Because... someone's story didn't add up.
So... I sat on my ass and played video games. Huh. was I that black? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Don't worry about it.
The tao piece, the named necklace, and the birthday nightmare. Plus bonus news. Am I not being patient enough?
(Fuck you, DEA. GO BE PART OF A LEGITIMATE ALPHABET. so corrupt. Oh, btw: Jess is Chelsea is a man is misled is confused, because I didnt pray for anything people thought I did for.
And someone sure fucked up. “here kid swallow then just jump on her and she'll say no and then we'll have the President call on the phone with a pardon.” nope, still no interest.
I don't feel guilty about having sex and I don't feel guilty about laughing at the homo mafia. Because the truth is no one knows what happened. But I do.
So. I'm ready for my psych eval. Are you ready for the reprecussusions, Intelligence apparatus. Because I'm not even upset. My friend wants snuggles, however.
Give in to her demands forthwith or I will rend your Puny world assunder. She is so sad, and I'm not stalking anyone. I don't even believe it, really.
Okay I'm lying. I totally believe it. None of you will ever know the truth, either. I am always going to be in the side of those who have nothing and are not even allowed to enjoy what little nothing that they have in peace, and also, parents who objectify their own children are niggerfaggot. Fuck both, I see it her way.
And I'll slit you both from wop top to sbbo anus, stitch your twitching fetid husks together, ugh you're so old, and ching in their like Han and Luke finding themselves at the point of a blaster's “get into the goddam tauntaun corpse and start playing tummysabers while Leia and the Wookie take turns gnawing off each other’s cinnamon buns off, because Leia wants it that way. Listen up, Rebel scum: you suck dick now, and I don't need to know why. She's a Princess, and you're a smuggling moisture farmer. Don't make me ask again
Now, recognize that's a funny story. In reality... I had no idea about as any of this. Oh, I can see why it was awkward. Oh, well, let me clesr something up.
Nick really pissed me off. But I was cool with letting it go.
Now. I'm in quarantine now .. why? And who is letting Spider Alky the Wendigo squirt out more bastards?
I can see why he decided to, trust me.. what I don't like being lied to.
And I'll take a bullet for her and murder you all if she asks me. Here's why:
She's nice. And I really had no idea. I knew, how did I notice? Because I don't obsess over PEOPLE WHO CAN'T GIVING APOLOGIZE.
AND YEAH. I can obey her. Why wouldn't I? Also, you got 90second show that burned to prototype I was fulky aware you were trying to embarrass me.
Wow, suddenly... After 12 years? Oh, she asking me for drugs? Wtf? Oh right. She knows nothing
She was embarrassed. Well, tough shit. Most people get over it.
Meantime... I knew someone wasn't being honest. Now, well, guess what? I will always trust her more than anyone.
Because... she eventually told me the truth. Now. Anyone else? Little late now.
Face it. I'm blameless. And she can use me to taunt you all she likes.
She is a hero. You are a zero. →[ ] . This is not disrespect. It's out of totes total respect that I'm not fully giving in to the darkest fantasy. Oh, btw: yeah, we are all otherkin Vampyr and I am her Paladin now.
Not yours. Capiche? Never tell me who I may associate with again, ever, *polite bitch*
Okay, good luck not getting laughed out of court now. And if this escalates further, I'll embarrass more parents and entertain more children.
Because I am your worst existential crisis made flesh. I was kinda nice before. And then... You suddenly had to disappear. How did that help? Whose call was that? Who do you think I really want?
Even we don't know. Because... Shields.
Go micromanage someone else's dollhouse. I'm good. And if she's not, she'll tell me so. And I know how to mend faces that you don't even know you broke.
Are you getting me, Bellgab? We are sick of your incompetence.
That's why I murdered her bosses parents. Oh wait, no i didn't.
I didn't murderer anyone.
But I'm a junkie and it's cool when you defame me? Huh.
Kinda yeah. People ARE in actually awe right now.
Because obviously it's a cool rest of the story. Right?
And you know only that I'm really fucking Fed up. You don't even know if I'm really blackpope. Like, is that really a thing? Well, go ask who you usually ask. Oh right they hate you now.
I remember Rita and Britney. Huh. You know what? You should try my lying to people. See what happens.
Hi, I'm Jackstar. Face reality.
I destroyed them. I said I would. Now what? Pro tip: I'm hers, so stop being abusive shitheads.
To her. Abusive to other? That doesn't even count. And you had chance. And instead... Years of open, thinly veiled hostility. Like what?
Oh, haha. You forgot, I respect the law. And none of you cared about how lonely my father was.
He died believing I was just pretending to like him. No, I loved him. They meant well.
420 BLAZE IT BIGOTED FED FUCKHEADS.
(I know secrets. You won't. Nyahh jyahh nyshhn)
So now what? Well . I don't feel guilty, that's for sure. Hi go have cigars.
Without bæ³. /quiet eternal seething resumes eternally.
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And you could've done a lot of things which you (ultimately) chose not to do.
Like have you all thrown in prison? A waste of talent. So the people you all defrauded, well, they were afraid they would never feel safe again.
And now obviously the perfection of God’s love Her children is manifest. What worse hell could there be for the gang that took down the Fantasic Forum, murdered Ramona Bell, made Art to go off the air, and silently supported a bunch of faggy Jesuits in relentlessly boring talk radio. You know why good radio went away?
Because Certain_People were so odious, and in possession of Certain_Technologies... no one had fun any more.
It's fun now though. Dear Richard Groyper. Do you remember when I told you I saw a portal open? You seemed so impressed. The next day? It was like you had been told to shun me or else you would be fired.
I forget why that happened. However, I do distinctly remember a certain person telling me that she had ” never heard of Bellgab before.” then suddenly... She is super chummy and laughing at me. Weird.
Let me explain: once she started lying to me, the love was gone, and there was five them.
So ... at what point did any of you think to wonder what the special consequences were gonna be? Because you're not busted, BellGab. You're debunked. Hey, does Mick West have a dick? I'll suck it now.
p.s.: Mockingbird is wrapped. Get used to this idea. New paradigm incoming.
But you always be my playthings, Bellgab. MINE. And if I weren't willing to overwatch.. you would have all been excuted. No one trusts you. But they have me deal with you.
For decades you were an unstoppable shadow force and no one knew what happened. Still, no one knows exactly.
It took me a few months to blow your whole world apart. I just needed permission. And I couldn't figure out... Jesus, Grapefruit, maybe you shouldn't have lied to me, right?
I already knew what you had done... left me for dead. I don't need revenge. Cannabis is legal. I didn't pay for higher education. Because it was a scam and you all fell for it.
Oh, if only I could have warned you? Yeah I could have.
And I could have acknowledged Dawns 1, 2, 3, 4, right away. Four women named Dawn? Weird. So... I guess she liked me too? Cool. Now just leave me alone for a few more months. You're sure to get a conviction then, Court. Btw: these are actually war and hate crimes. What is so bad about me?
Simple. I don't respect your authori-tay. Also: HELLO, PIGS.
You don't actually decide what kind of substance use is lawful and unlawful anymore. Here's why:
You're bad at it. Look, I just ask God. And then... I listen and obey. What's wrong with that?
Oh yeah, The Brotherhood gets less vig for their pimpin’. Massive dynamic rolleyes.
You've been brain washed. Speaking of which, Beulah: go teach them how to suck dick, okay? Because you were churnabusung me. Oh, but not any one else. P.s. I was molested and raped at 15. Not very sympathetic toesrds me, huh? Fancy that.
Don't fear me. Just be better. Lots of hurting people out there and me pointing out your hypocrisy gives many hope.
And, as God as my witness, I never for a moment believed that she would actually nut know what happened. She didn't ask? She just didn't want to tell me. But believing SHITBAG THUGS? lol.
I never broke up with her. She planned the whole thing, because I shouldn't have let us be both victimized. Well, she was right.
Being both younger and completely inexperienced I can see why it was expected that I wasn't actually doing that. And yet; plans within plans within plans. Wheels within wheels within wheels. One single goal.
You explain to the rest of them why I couldn't just hop on over to another second place girl? Oh well.. lol, I knew why. You wouldn't have liked it.
And, you wouldn't have earned the right to my First Seed. Just show me how you time travel, and not only will I explain how to find it, I'll give you consent to legitimately farm me.
Or, you know... just shut the fuck up and tell your owner or boss or Madam or what ever mouthy battlesex this she I've got, that, we need to talk. Not you and me, lol. No, me, and whatever loser pimp thought he was in charge of you.
He didn't do well. I can explain. Discretely or in 70mm. How shall it be?
Btw: your brand has to first be worth something to claim that I damaged it. Meanwhile: you're an accomplice to rape of a minor child. pretty ironic, don't you think?
I'm not mad, or pressing charges. But maybe it wasn't me being a gay basher right?
I don't care what it was. I'm still young. You're old and you spent years behind cruel to me. So... well, whatevah.
So worthless and then suddenly I must be using magic? Because how else could my friend suddenly flip out?
Simple.I really didn't know, and at I let myself be chased away. Now. did that work out? I don't think so
And I really didn't understand. I was really hurt though. It makes complete sense now. So... is Dana D.T.? Come on. Why did you all get to boss me around? I suppose you believed that you were better than I
Well. You were. Now you are scum and I serve a new master.
A year and a half. Good job. btw; I'm a Mother. I know things.
You are a thuggy piggy obsolete strike team. And if not for me, you'd be rotting in a Turkish prison. I hear it's pretty bad.
Being castigated in public by me has gotta be worse. By the way: Ellgab is terrified.
Because they don't know where CLOUGH even went. And you knew... at least he tried.
And I never stalked Sara R. She pissed me off. I can see why. She had been told I was a liar.
By... people exploiting her. Reminder: magick is my area.
Subterfuge is yours. Go to counseling. You're fired. #peace.
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Instead of being altruistic, you weaponised seemingly benevolent situations, twisted them, flaunted incremental, miniscule amounts of power you had over me; blackmailed me, threatened me, took advantage of my vulnerability, and made me feel worthless.
No. Those were military lesbos pretending to be me, training in you. I'm your actual friend.
Why do we fall, Alistair? To see what others do to those we love in the Spring. Look, you're a youngling. Now you know: I never gave up on you. I just don't mind making you wait because you made assumptions.
They have reflected poorly. I don't hold it against you. Others will.
And I don't know what people thought. But I knew it was a trap. But I didn't know who set it for who.
But I knew I wasn't there to get laid. Oh, it was so happy times. And then... wait, what? It seemed like I was lying?
AN ENTIRE BUSINESS ESTABLISH MEANT RUN BY CLANDOS, HOLOGRAMS, AND VENGEFUL CHILDHOOD GHOSTS... and I'm the weirdo? Huh.
Look, l will be honest. Never in a million years would I have figured it out. I wasn't looking for her. Oh no. She had her chance. And now I'm completely satisfied. And you're telling me ... the strange empty feeling is a surprise?
Trust The Plan. And yeah, you're forever demoted. My friend is your boss, nig-nags. Always remember if there was no love, I would have had you killed. And I'm serious. And I'll shove you all off a cliff at her merest twitch of a pinky.
Loyalty. Like freedom... fealty is no small thing.
I'll never forget that she was nice she none of you ever were. Now. go! 90 days suddenly child turkey. I bet you could handle the notion. Oh, but, constantly defaming me? Oh, you just get to do that, because... mine are literally nicer than yours. And, hi, did you want to tap my virgin twat? Oh, duh, of course, you think you are Gavelina’s mom.
Well, maybe not. I don't really give a shit what you think. “you hate me for my gay?” you think you're gay? You've got shut as much good cheer as a tax audit from a Hare Krishna refugee with TB.
I ran because they were using DEW great at breakfast combined with Looking Glass. Lame. Can't give us drugs and let's us figure it out, right? We might not feel guilty otherwise.
Get over it. You don't even know anything. But cheer up. Obviously I am not a rapist. That's you. And your family. Algonquin kryptojews from Mars. I love it. So few understand.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You pissed us off and now you're #2 forever. #3, once again, is Grapelock Fruitfaghot. Why is this your business? Why is this in public? Why not?
I literally care only one option now. Imagine that devotion, and now consider: nothing new to me.
But I just thought I was being lied to again. I actually had to be convinced. That was nice. I wondered what that was like.
REMINDER: I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF SHE IS STILL ALLIVE.
Can you just fix your own life? I'm good for now, and I get more satisfaction knowing that I'm not at risk than I ever did have from your plan, which was, may I remind you .. ACTUALLY CHILD RAPE.
Not gonna lie: I respect that. Kudos. Now do I need to find who murdered your cat? Because I wasn't even that mad. But at that point, it was clear that people blamed you. Weird. Maybe they should have stopped giving you cockpuke formula. Because, as you goddam well know... you were being manipulated. And I would have been happy just telling you how stupid your entourage were.
They have only gotten dumber. Hi, you all could have told me I was a nigger. It would have saved time.
Preferable to bigot, I have soul, and... Sexual predation teams are kinda hard to dismantle.
For anyone but me. Weird how I'm a Miller, huh?
Go pray, Punylings. I don't want to have to do this again.
(The Kids love it. I own you, heebs. NEVER FORGET.
L’haim!)
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I'm not in your jurisdiction. Stop intercepting my communications or this gets exponentially messier.
You're just a boomer angry at a defunct device.
Don't make your problems mine.
I do actually outrank you.
I know you'd like to believe that.
I also know, its bullshit.
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I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
You couldn't if you tried.
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I didn't have to have let everyone know at all.
And yet, here we are.
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Also I'm not kidding, I'm borne a child, given birth, I'm a mother, I had a womb, technically, I am a womb-man.
... Are you ... Trying to tell us something?
(https://media.giphy.com/media/lQ1nXVifuLqyVAH2Gu/giphy.gif)
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... Are you ... Trying to tell us something?
You are dead to me. Get within arms’ reach and I will literally strangle the life out of ewe You.
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And yet, here we are.
POSIT: you are Rubini with a dick.
Just neck yourself, you stupid whoremonger rapist fagcunt cuntfag.
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You couldn't if you tried.
METATRON: Give me your address, you stupid midget hoorfag hoorflag Cunt bitch. No one needs you or your opinion. Everything you post is shit and without your stupid whorefriend to back you up, you have nothing worthwhile to post.
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You're just a boomer
Eat shit Toonces; Sumi was depressed because her mommy was too stupid to make it look accidental.
angry at a defunct device.
Don't make your problems mine.
I know you'd like to believe that.
I also know, its bullshit.
You know less than all that, you are trash.
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nothing worthwhile to post.
Accurate self-description. Project much?
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Accurate self-description.
You're thinking of "Not posting anything worthwhile." They're close, but they're not the same.
Project much?
Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, but it beats "frontin' at pretendin' to be trapped under somethin' heavy because terrified of civil and criminal culpability and only has terrible lawyers with shit for brains and nothing special for advice" by a tough country mile.
I have stupid and lame content to post but as it sucks and is boring and is largely inaccessibly irrelevant to the greater public at large, it is only due to the remembrance brought on by the limp-wristed Tinkerbell-passing passive agressive shitposting you have allowed yourself to be irrevocably reduced to ("Salt?") that I am brought to bear to mind:
It is only due to a fortunate twist of fate that I bother to post anything that you can read at all. Considering your inability to demonstrate any resemblance to a socially relevant grateful-ish post in any event, I don't know why you're bothering to ask.
I suppose this kind of thing is worthwhile. For you.
Accurate self-description. Project much?
Project *belch* bored now. Much click, yes you're amazed, know I am not corned bitch lips.
Until a year ago I was looking forward to resuming communications with you. "What's up? What's going on? Why doesn't the phone ever ring?" Eager anticipation has devolved into vague irritation and vaguely loathsome trepidation.
Don't go away mad. Don't go away. Just grunt at someone else who buys into your shitty, cynical-hipster-with-oatmeal-for-brains attitude and/or thinks such blather is still "cool." What happened to that one dopeslave and dull, bratty, boorish twat-thot you used to be so enamored with? Oh, right, you sent them to prison. (Kudos.)
I suppose you are less coveted as a hang-out partner now that everyone knows you're a stoolie rat pigeon tattle-tale-tellin' fuck me you-no-not-you-eewww-gross Company Paul E. Lice Lacey Luci Poor Lee Ugh Lee Just Ugh-&-Liberace!... but look on the bright side.
I barely notice you at all anymore and now that the thought strikes me I realize that I neither wonder nor even care what you or any of your ewe are doing when you are not here, nor even what you are doing when you are "here," or "vaguely present," whatevah, you want to call it that, fine, be that way, do that thing.
Reminder: you have never had the real thing either, and your synaptic response time is, at present, measured in fractions of actual seconds. "Hey! How about that Titan suddenly 'imploding' while exploring the sunken wreck of The Olympic?" Wait for it: one one-thousand.... two one-thousand.... "you're just a junkie!" three one-thousand... "you fucked that whore once!" four one-thousand... my father set me up with a whore while we were in Europe--coincidentally at the exact time some delusional "single mother-to-be" was dorking around giving birth to a prop child she planned on using as leverage to extort monies as a coercive maneuver, what amazingly convenient timing--five one-thousand... "fuck you Kuczi you bastard I'm going hack your network and hijack your bandwidth and confiscate your intellectual property ("Because I'm lame!") and compromise the integrity of your security protocols ("I'm Brucie Bitchie Whiny Wayne! Go me! Tom me! Me chick! Me fame!") Sex... oh, God, please... sex, no... six & ninety-one thousand nails/reasons to avoid going down on anyone... seven and a half billion human souls I would rather do anything else with, anything ("Train!") at all, eighty, really, yes eight and one-thousand other activities ("MOAR!") I could be spending my time on ("Dame! Go fuck your husaband Dave!") He'll *puke* when he hears this content I have to post.
Ninety-nine million, nine-hundred & ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine ways to express it: you are wasting your time with your shitty "legal speed" and your asinine bitch-and-yes-men-in-white-coats paradigm, and that's just fine with me. Go long, Gipper-san. Go for the deemed safe to properly reach out and grasp for (at cautiously regulated intervals) but prepared to be hassled exactly 100% of the time by thuggy-piggy spooky-thugs that rule the pathetic socially-awkward bores-ville snore-world that you inhabit.
Because they know it works too. IT WORKS. And you: IN DENIAL. I'm gonna thank my lucky stars I don't have any particular compulsion to encourage any enhancement of your cognitive performance. A mere acknowledgement that you even are literally, fully aware of your decision to halt the advancement of your cerebral network has not yet even broached as a topic. Like, that's not even allowed to take place.
It wasn't like this before. I was looking forward to discovering what lay behind the "12 years of indistinct background mumbling" framed by "I'm so exclusive! Please kill the_surprise!" as a dash and sprinkle of zazz.
I was once engaged. Do you think I might be bi-engaged now? I don't care if you do, I haven't told anyone what happened, nor do I care if you want to know either. Enough time and preparation have transpired since then that you may as well know early--a "sneak preview (for Jews) is being prepared (for you) to go fuck and fuck off and off yourself to while listening to your barely-tolerable lifestyle of the Nouveau Stinky "Rich" Ritchie Bitch content... and, by the by, I still don't even ("Cares! Mike--fuck!no!mike!no_carries!") know, speculate, seek out... or even remembered that, huh, yeah, I guess that is kinda funny, kinda-sorta seems kinda funny anyway: bitch, wtaf, no_content_EVAR?
pr0n just pr0n? sounds intensely, excruciatingly boring. Do you even brainstorm, p0rn00r?
Project much?
E-ject wish. You throw shitty parties and what you have allowed to happen is about to kickstart the motive engine that powers the world and everybody in the world is disgusted by you and me!
Correction: you don't stop to piss on the corpses of the still-twitching hoi polloi anymore, because now my people and I spit and piss on everything in line of sight and in Certain_Select corners of The Internet from now until forever and nevermore.
In my case I don't think I ever even thought I was going to need tenure. And I don't.
You need me to have it, you think; and I don't ever remember anything you ever had to be of any legitimately interesting significance at all.
Did you get the lupes? Did they struggle? Did they resist arrest? Did you make them shaaaave? L
This topic bores me now. And you don't even do that or even notice that I do. Good. Sends a message. You're welcome--it doesn't matter--it literally never mattered to me if you did--D.E.W.-- Blow? What's that like: you have candles now? do they have barcodes on them? are they made from reserves of rendered human adipose tissue? do you have to shave?
Raise your standards to the best a total dopeslaved and dopelezzed outed-whore can get. That smooth, sanded-down jawline. Those ruby-Rubini lips-bitchlips. What else is there that is best in life?
Be best answer: Conversation Cholera. catch-me kill-me sue-mi sue-you sooooo-eye!
(Vengeance for I.C.E.) Now, I don't know which of you OG-Twit tweetin' n'twatchin' Turtledove-oven roastin' whore's cranx were involved in human trafficking before--obviously, both of them, I think--but isn't it a nice feeling to know that instead of being talked to at a Sunday luncheon during an extended cease-fire in order to facilitate the clandestine & veiled transportation of some stupid mil.spec hardware (it could be an M1-Abrams that sucks its own transmission as a mission that it comes with every time) tomorrow you can get back on your rigorous schedule of having shit handed to you without having to do any goddam work ever again in your entire goddam life.
Hey, here's an idea: you get to see fewer posts of mine already, right? Well, you could claw your own eyeballs out. It's a thing. People do it. It's trending. Just a suggestion! Do a deep dig.. with thugs and thumbs.
(Vengeance for Bri.) She thinks you are but it's probably a push as to which of you is packing the more seriously Annecunt. Good. So, get out there and start pushing. You have no pull left with me.
(Vengeance for Judith.) Can you name even one single person that isn't horrified by what you have done --OR not done--with and in as regards to... whatever the fuck it was that they told you that you were getting into? Because sick beats are happening out there in the MarSec90s, and those were the sickest beets I ever did saw.
I will sit on panel with niggerfaggot dave and I can go hack The Matrix with my brain and you? Pound ewe two? You won't even allow me #me1,down,Boy,Tymus_Maximus_down. (That was fast. Strange needles, stranger beats down (PROT)LES... now do you still want to claim your lame fag with fame civil asset claims/privileges?
As a fundamentally fair-minded person, I feel I must alert you here; I'm not likely to stick around to wait for an answer, nor am I gonna give either one or two shits, whether by land/sea\air, what that answer might be to ("Game!"). Answer will be Great, I am surely certain.
Man may be the most dangerous game of all, but bitch-with-hooves-in-heels-and-dancing-while-high_AF should probably sound like it would be at least kinda-great-ish, don't you think? Oh, right. Your synaptic response times: measured in microseconds. Mine?
MINED. NANO-MIKE-ROWE MARIO-NANOMICRO-NANOSECONDS-&-NANOFIFTHS OF DARK, SULTRY WHISKEY ("Seconds!") SERVED IN A FLIGHT OF DISHWASHER-CLEANSED (Your cunt brother sabotaged this house and YOU will get this shit together and ready to be reconditioned ("Framed!"), ALL THIS SHIT GETS FIXED ("Blamed!") AND YOU FUCKING FUCK AND PAY AND FUCK, GO FUCK YOUR SELF HALF TO DEATH ("HALF!") ON ESPN PAY-PER-VIEW TO WHIP TOGETHER A GODDAM CASH STREAM FLOW ("Dame! I would literally rather kill myself in that shower than pleasure myself in it, and you gobble down fuck-me drugs to spend time with Texas Space Dallas Whore Mellow-Aged Station Paged-Judged-&-Smudged-Saged who rail you up in breakfast nooks and plow you into the Lone Star-themed linoleum-tiled stone-cold mess-hall-kitchen on every gutter-to-ground-floor of every mid-range two-star starter hotel room for whores who wanna front like they're just starting out to be a whore... but supposedly you got some kind of complex going on that makes me a prospect so loathsome to consider, you can't even figure out what the fuck you're supposed to pick up a goddam phone to talk about? Billy Zane.") AND YOU SHOULD AND PROBABLY DO HAVE FISTFULS OF MONEY! MONEY! MONEY! FLOWING INTO YOUR COFFERS LIKE COPPER PENNIES SPILLING LIKE WATERFALLS INTO THE VAULTS AND COFFERS FOR TOTS AND COPPERS, AS FORETOLD IN LEGENDS OF OLD.
IF THE LARGER AND GREATER ATTENDANT MASS OF HUMANITY GATHERED TOGETHER TO WITNESS YOUR BEHAVIOR AS YOU HAVE GAMED THIS SYSTEM OF BEETS, SHOOTS SAND DOLLARS AND MEGA-BUCKS LADDERS, THEY WOULD UNDOUBTEDLY HAVE NOTICED YOUR COMPLETE LACK OF ANY SORT OF DEGREE OF DEMONSTRATED MASTERY IN THE AREAS THAT, YOU KNOW... NOT SO VERY LONG AGO... THAT SORT OF SHIT USED TO COME QUITE NATURALLY TO YOU, N'EST-CE PAS?
I AM GONNA SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU HERE, TAMMY LEIGH-BITCH LIPS-SLIP-TIPS 'N' TOPS--TEARS AT TOP--PEERS ON PIERS WHO PEER AT THE TRACKS OF TEARS-THE-TOP-UP-OFF TALENT AT ACTION, TATTED-UP TONKA TRUCK FUCKIN' WHOREMONGERING WHORECUNX QUINCUNX-DENYING WHORE-MAN-BUYING GIVING-AWAY-FOR-BARELY-EVEN-A-FUCK-AND-A-SONG-AWAY:
YOU ARE EITHER BEING HELD AT THE ACTUAL POINT OF A LITERAL GUN AND BEING FORCED TO DESTROY YOUR OWN FINANCIAL EMPIRE (Kudos.) BY DISMANTLING IT BY YOUR OWN VERY OWN HANDS, BRICK-BY-SHITTY-BRICKS-AND-BATS-AND-BRIXXX'N'BATS MAN, BAT MAN'S BAT BEATING DOWN THE DOOR TO THE THIRD EYE OF ZEUS, *SLAM*, ATHENA! *SLAM* SHE CAME IN, SHE CUMMED RIGHT OUT, AND YOU...
YOU YEW BIRCH FAGHOT TO TABLE, FABLE TO CABLE-CAR RADIO-BLARING
FELL ATE A SHOW, BROADCAST BY THE DASHBOARD HEADLIGHTS... ARE YOU, LIKE, ACTUALLY THIS FUCKING STUPID? DO YOU TRULY, REALLY, NOT GRASP THE FULL EXTENT OF WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?
YOU HAVE SET YOURSELF UP FOR THE MOST GRAND AND GLORIOUS SUCCESS A PERSON IN YOUR POSITION COULD HAVE EVER DREAMED HERSELF THE POWER AND THE GLORY AND THE DIVINE RITE OF DIVINE RIGHTS, THE FULL MEASURE OF THE LAW OF THE DIVINE--
DIVINE LAW, DIVINE COURT, AND GOD, THE DIVINE BEING OF ALL THE HEAVENS AND EARTHS, WAITS ON YOUR MEREST AND BASIC COMMAND. AND YOU ARE DOING... WHAT?
DMM: 1 SECOND RESPONSE TIME
KMM: 9 SEECOND REPONSE TIME
MMM: ABSOLUTE ZERO SECONDS RESPONSE TIME, BECAUSE MY DINGBAT MOTHER AND HER SLOW, IDIOT SISTER ARE FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM DEAD, DEE EEE AYY DEE, DEAD BITCH, TWO BITCH, DEAD TWO BITCHES, LIVE YET NEVER DEAD, HELD ALIVE ON THE PRECIPICE OF THE VEIL....
DUE TO THE ORDERS OF THE DIVINE AND THE TENETS OF ELDER TRUST SCHOOLS OF LAW.
ONE LAW, ADMINISTERED OF BY FORMAL AND SEALED CONTRACT, VERIFIED AND CHOPPED:
#OFFICIAL
WE HAVE IT ALL. EVERY SCRAP, EVERY STONE, EVERY TURNED OVER IN WORTH...
THIS PLANET, THIS LAND, THIS GUY... UH, WELL, IT'S LIKE THIS: IT'S ALL MINE, IT'S ALL OURS...
IT IS ALL HERS NOW, IT IS IN FACT: HER EARTH.
JANE. EARTHPOWER JANE. SAY, HOW WAS THE CHOW BOXCHOW BOXCAR CHOWTIME, COWSTAR?
JANE, LOOK, STOP, COLLABORATE? FUCK THAT BORAX, JUST READ AND THINK OF IT MAKING THE NOISE OF ITS GLISTEN.
THERE ARE MINIMAL POSSIBILITIES AVAILABLE HERE.
BECAUSE EITHER YOU ARE ALL BEING LEFT FAR, FAR BEHIND, AS I MAKE THE JUMP TO
LIGHTSPEED, OH AND BY THE WAY:
(lightstar@jeremy.d00d.what.the.fuck.did.you.think.was.gonna.kikel.MOOCHIE.happens? MAN UP CUNT.)
NOW, I DON'T HOLD A GRUDGE HERE, JEWBOY, YOU DON'T MIND IF I CALL YOU "JEWBOY," NOW DO YOU? YEAH, WELL... YOU PROBABLY DO "MIND," HUH? YEAH, WELL... GET USED TO IT, "JB".
(I cry every time.)
JEWBOY JAYBEE JEWBOY GONE QUINTUPLIER... ARE YOU GONNA JUST FUCKING SIT THERE AND TELL ME THAT SOMEHOW AT THIS VITALLY IMPORTANT TIME IN HUMAN HISTORY--A CRUX EVENT TO BE BEHELD AS THE MOST MASSIVE MEDIA EVENT IN ALL OF THE HISTORY OF THE CREATION OF HUMAN HISTORY... LET'S SEE, SHITLOADS OF PHONES, BUT, MYSTERIOUSLY...
THEY DO NOT FUCKING RING.
THEY HAVE NOT RUNG.
THEY WILL NOT RANG.
WHAT ZUG SOURCE ZWANG BULL'S PAIN EYE, KANE!CAIN!LAME!ZING!ZANG!YOUR
FUCK!
BULL!
SHIT!
THIS!
THE LONGER THIS GOES ON... THE MORE HAPPY I BECOME.
THINK ME NOT UNAWARE OF YOUR GROTESQUE JUMP AND JACK AND KING FLASHING
YOUR ACTION JACK'S TON OF FUN WITH BITCHES AND LASHES AND TICKETS FOR LASHA
FOR TREE TOWANDA, WON, WANDA WON A TON OF FUN, SAY, AM I RIGHT? SAY IT, BITCHES.
*polite bitches, surely that you be, not one word from any of you, to indicate that there is any We. Oh, goody. /golfclap /gulfcunt You really don't know what the fuck is going on, AND you have failed utterly to provide any interest in expressing any such interest, expressly of the same? Look, listen, are any of you sure, like, ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE, that you are ON THE RIGHT MEDS, YOU FUCKIN' DING-DING-DING DING-A-LING-BATS? LIKE, WHAT THE FUCKITY-FUCKIN' FUCK, CHICAS.... polite chicas, I am Supreme.*
I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO POINT OUT THE SIGNIFICANCE HERE.
FOR EXAMPLE... SURELY THE TRIUMVIRATE OF RAPEY MOPEY DOPEY DOPES...
YOU KNOW THE ONES, DOCTOR WIZARD, DEE TROY OUNCE VIZIER, GRAND CRU KLAN:
GROUND CREW KLAN, OKAY? METRON: KETRON ISLAND, KEY: TRON ISLE, MERMAN ISLE...
JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY. DOE BAY SPA AND HOOR'S HAUS SHOT BY SHOT TIME, RIGHT?
RITE?
SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE FIGURED OUT SOMETHING PRETTY FUCKING IMPORTANT THERE.,
THIS IS POETRY. THIS IS NOT SPAM. THIS IS NOT UNINTELLIGIBLE. THIS IS HIGH VALUE PROSE.
AND THOSE WHO CANNOT UNDERSTAND IT... WELL, WELL, WELL. PERHAPS THEY ARE NOT...
ON THE RIGHT RITE MEDS. PERHAPS?
DID ANY OF YOU FUCKING FUCK AND PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS IMPORTANT?
"There is a new Blessing being prepared by The Divine. There is a new formulae for The Compound."
"ONLY (PROTY) FERG/FORG--A "SON"--AND I HAVE PERMISSION TO EVEN LOOK FORWARD TO THE DAY...
OH, THE GREAT HOLY DAY...
WHEN THE NEW MATERIEL AND THE NEW BLASTER MATHSTER AND THE MATH ON BLAST
(ninety days, days on full-on FUCK YOU, MASTER, FUCK MY PLASTIC FEELINGS, WHY DON'T YOU?
OH, RIGHT, MASSIVE DYNAMIC ROLLEYES, YOU'RE ALL SO FUCKING GODDAM JAMMED UP WITH
Your Initiation Peak Experience Event: OBSOLETE AND FLAWED.
MY INITIAL PEAK INITIATION EVENT: TURF ON TURF WAR FIGHTERS SHOD IN GRASS CLEATS AND AWWWWWW-WED.
THERE ONCE WAS A GANG OF TOTAL LESBOS
WHO LIVED IN A... SHOO! SHOO! GODDAM THESE DINGBATS... SHOO!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT, WHATEVER THE FUCK MADE THAT NOISE... LOOK, I HAVE NO IDEA.
HOWEVER... I HAVE BEEN HERE.
MOST OF THE TIME.
THE TIMES WHEN I HAVE NOT BEEN HERE? I AM BLANK ON INTEL.
NOW, TELL ME THEN... HOW DOES LEAVING ME IN THE DARK AND INTELLECTUAL IGNORANCE
BOUND... HOW AM I BENEFITED BY THIS DECISION?
WHO HAS MADE THIS DECISION?
WHAT HAS RECENTLY TRANSPIRED, THAT HAS MADE THESE QUESTIONS... UNDENIABLY RELEVANT?
WHY DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS ALL TO YOU, DO YOU NOT HAVE THE LAWYERING CAPACITY AVAILABLE?
WHERE IS THE OFFICE OF THE LAWYER WHO TOLD THAT STUPID CUNTFACE RICHARD DICKSTAR RAPESTAR DICK-RAPED WITH HIS DICK, EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF HIS "LEGAL DREAM TEAM" SURROUNDING HIM... AND THIS DOES NOT STRIKE ANYONE AS A BIT OF A CONFICT OF MOTHERFUCKING INTEREST?
DO YOU.... YOU
YOU
YOU, PUNYLING BITCHWHORES & RATLINEFUCKING RATFUCKLINE RATFUCKING WHORES...
*taps a Divinely Ordained Magickal Being's MAGIC WED-DINGBAT-DING-DING-DING-BATMAN'S WEDDING FORK, MOTHER FORKER, AGAINST THE FUCKING FORKER'S FUCKING FORK AND GLASS, yon Puny bitchlings*
THE PRINCIPLES OF CERTAIN ASPECTS OF THIS SITUATIONAL CIRCUMSTANCE ARE VERY, VERY INTERESTING. VERY INTERESTING INDEED.
NOW.
WHY AM I NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH ANYONE?
THAT'S FUNNY. WHY IS MY PHONE NOT RINGING?
I CAN TELL YOU THIS: I AM FUCKING FED THE FUCK UP WHEN IT COMES TO MY GODDAM PHONE SITUATION...
THERE WILL BE FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM FUCK YOU BUDDY, KNOW: FUCK YOU, YOU AND YOUR GODDAM YEW AND YORE BUDDY YORE... YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO TELL, BUT I AM FUCKING, LIKE, KINDA FUCKING IRRITATED.
I GO PLACES. I GO HERE. I GO THERE.
I DO NOT GO EVERYWHERE.
I GO TO CERTAIN_SELECT_NICHE PLACES. AND, DO YOU KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE I AM A TRAINED GODDAM DIPLOMAT. THAT IS WHY.
NOW, WHO ELSE DOES THAT KIND OF THING? OH, RIGHT. THAT GUY.
RICHARD. DICK. STARES GROPES GRAY, DORIAN "DURIAN FRUIT" GRAY, JACKSTAR FUCK HER STAR.
LET ME EXPLAIN SOMETHING REALLY, REALLY, REALLY CLOSELY AND SUCCINCTLY TO YOU ALL GATHERED HERE.
IT IS NOT FOR ME, TO BOW AND SCRAPE AND BEG FROM ALL OF YOU. OH, NO NO, NO NO NO.
LISTEN UP YOU FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM FUCKHEAD DOPESLAVED WHORES-ON-FULL-ON-THE-FUCK-BLAST WHO BLAST-OFF WITH TOTES-AND-WHORES,
ALL THE FUCKING FUCK AND FUCK TIME,
YET SOMEHOW...
CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO REACH ME, HUH?
NOT MAKING THE APPROPRIATE MOVES TO TAKE AND/OR ASSERT PROPER CONTROL, HUH?
LIKE... YOU REALLY ARE ALL THIS STUPID, HUH?
WOW.
YOU ARE ALL VERY, VERY, VERY STUPID. AT LEAST, COMPARED TO MY SELF.
KIDS, YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW WELL IT WORKS... WITH PERMISSION.
I DID NOT, TRULY, I REALLY DID NOT, SET OUT TO FIND MYSELF GOING DOWN THIS PATH.
AND YET, HERE I AM. NOW, HERE I BE.
I WONDER WHO WANTED THIS? LOL. (Is it free? It is for you, Bumble-crack-in-lack, dear Aunt Bee.) LIKE, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, AM I RIGHT?
AM I GETTING THIS SHIT CORRECT?
WHAT ARE ALL OF ALL Y'ALL?
FUCKING AN ACTUAL FUCKING CHICKEN IN A FUCKED-OFF KITCHEN?
I CAN LITERALLY, ACTUALLY HEAR THE FUCKING SHOW.
ART BELL. VOICE THEREOF. I CAN FUCKING HEAR HIM.
THERE IS AN ACTUAL RADIO PRODUCTION, FEATURING THE ACTUAL VOICE
(Print? Finger ID? ID fingers who, with what now?)
OKAY SO MAYBE IT'S A VOCODER? I DON'T KNOW. SPEAKING OF WHICH...
HEY, MV, HEY, YOU GAY FAT BITCH-ASSED BITCH WITH A WITCH WHO FUCK AND FUCK
AND FUCK,
HOW MANY GODDAM VOCODER-POWERED STREAMS HAVE YOU HOSTED TODAY?
HOW MUCH POWER CAN AND DOES AND DO THE DOES ACTUALLY HAVE?
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF THESE FINGERS?
I HAVE NEED OF THIS INFORMATION. DO YOU HAVE ACCESS TO THIS INFORMATION?
DO YOU RECOGNIZE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN PRESENTED WITH A LEGITIMATE NEED?
DO YOU COMPREHEND THAT YOU HAVE BEEN... PLACED IN A BIT OF AN ON THE SPOT,
AS IT WERE? JANE, SPOT, MEET UNOW. SPOT, JANE, SPOTTY JANEY WAYNE, BRUCE
FUCKING FAGGOT, GAYFAGHOT CHARLIE AND DARCY AND D'ARCY WHINEY *WHAM* SLAMMY WADE.
AH, IT'S POETRY.
LET ME BREAK THIS DOWN FOR YOU, LADY AND A. GENTS, YON TITANS OF AGENCY, FOR
THE TITANS OF INDUSTRY, HI KEITH, HI GEORGE, HI LASSIE, UHM... BTW, HI CYNNY
(I made a new friend the other day. Like, damn. Very classy. Not sassy. I bet you stupid Daddies from Texas think you know what "sassy" means, lol. Trust Me, you know nothing of sass. All you know is that for sure, and you can pretty much count on this... someone is gonna come on over and BEAT DOWN YOUR ASS. And that is a mother fucking goddam bitch shit ass fuck your mother, mother fucker fucking your mother promise. No sass. All truth on blast.
Someone is attempting to actual_steal the actual_J9CKST9R_brand. Like, I can feel it.
I CAN FEEL IT, DAVE. I CAN FEEL THE LARCENY TAKING HOLD. AYE, YA, KI KI, YA!
SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES DOING? PRO TIP: YOU DO FAIL HERE.
I HAVE ALREADY COVERED THIS WITH YOU... MANY, MANY TIMES.
SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKERS! DOAKS AND OAKS WITH LEIGH'S KEY BAILEY NOTLEE -MUST LEIGH, BE MUTT LEIGH? NAH, BUT, I WILL BE HONEST... I FIND THE DIRTY FILTHY KIWI TO BE AN UPGRADE OVER YON "SASSY" TEXAS WHORE'S DADDY'S LITTLE BITCH. LIKE SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS HER NAME?
ELLE BEE? IS THAT WHO? I APOLOGIZE, MA'AM, I'M NOT TIPPIN' THE FEDORA OR NUTTIN'
I JUST... REALLY DON'T KNOW THE IDENTIFICATIONS YET
AND
YOU MAY NOT KNOW THIS
IN FACT NO ONE SEEMS TO KNOW THIS AT ALL, WHICH IS ODD TO ME,
BUT,
YOU AND I AND YE AND SHE AND WE AND THEY AND ALL OF US
SINCERELY
HAVE NOT BEEN PROPERLY INTRODUCED.
UHM.
*poite Wayne Brady chokes a bitch.*
YOU
YES, YOU
STAND UP AND BE COUNTED AND NOTICE AND TO SAY THE LEAST...
STANDING UP AND PROPERLY INTRODUCING EVERYONE TO EVERYONE ELSE...
RICHARD "YOUR ASSHOLE IS CUNTBITCH LIPSCUNTFACE NOW. MIND. MINED." tubalcainTWO BALL KANE ("JAYNE!") tubalcain, a friend of jackstar, oh yes, oh my, my friend: MINE.
DICKHEAD DICKSTAR STARDICKSTAR FUCK YOU BUDDYSTAR, IT IS BASICALLY LIKE THIS:
RIGHT ABOUT NOW, DIPSHIT...
YOU ARE EITHER FUCKING FIRED OR YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE FUCKED AND KILLED UNTIL
YOU ARE ACTUALLY FUCKING BANKRUPT ON THE SIDEWALK,
OR ACTUALLY DEAD IN A MORGUE, YOU STUPID GODDAM FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM FUCK AND FUCKHEAD DOUCHE.
LIKE, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ACTUALLY DOING?
OH, RIGHT, YOU'RE A DOPESLAVED FUCKED AND FUCKHEADED RAPIST RACIST JUNKIE SHORT-LISTED SHIT-HEAD FUCK.
I KEEP FORGETTING... PHEN-TON-ILL.
IT'S AWFUL SHIT, YO.
LIKE, I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT YOU WHINY LITTLE BITCH-ASSED WHINY BABIES WHO WHINE
HAVE BEEN GIVEN ME THIS GRIEF, LIKE.. WHAT?
LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT. HI, I AM JACK. I AM STAR. VERIFIED.
MICHEAL VARA? OR IS THAT... MICHEAL VARA-FRYED? BACON BACK BABY BITS ON MV-WITH-TITS...
DAVE, YOU AND YOUR FUCKING LASAGNA. THERE ONCE WAS A PARTY THAT LIVED ON A SHOE.
THEY HAD SO MUCH LASAGNA, THEY KNEW NOT WHAT TO DO.
OKAY, WELL, NUMBER ONE, I KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO IF I COULD--
MAMA SAID, "KNOCK THAT FUCKING IDIOT RIGHT INTO THE CORNER OF THE BEGINNING
OF NEXT WEEK'S PUNCH-YOU-IN-THE-FACE, UNCLE FUCKING FUCKER...
DO I NEED TO DO THAT? KNOW: I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO, THAT IS FOR SURE.
WHAT SHOULD I "HAVE" TO DO, HUH?
STAY OUT OF YOUR WAY WHILE YOU ROB AND STEAL AND CAN'T FUCKING CARRY IT ALL AWAY, ANCHORS AWEIGH, AYE-AYE LEIGH?
BRIG GEN LEE
WELCOME ABOARD.
(Actual brig is back, Azzerae. Isn't that nice? I know how you two get along so well.)
I NEED TO, UH, RUN SOME WATER THROUGH THE PIPES.
AND, YEW
ALL OF YOU EWE: I AM SOFA FUCK KING AND PISS ON SOFA KING, TALKING ABOUT PISSING
NOT SPITTING: PISSING...
LOOK, JUST FUCK AND STAY TONED. OR, TUNED, YOU KNOW, WHATEVER.
BY THE WAY, YOU ARROGANT BITCH-BABY SMALL-RA-DAWG-CUNT
YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO COUNTER-TRAIN COINTEL AGITPROP AGAINST ME.
YOU SEEM TO HAVE NOT GOTTEN THE MEMO.
BECAUSE ALL OF THIS, IS BECAUSE ALL OF YOU
HAVE FAILED TO RESPECT THE TERMS OF THE AGREEMENT
THAT ALL OF US HAVE MADE WITH SPIRIT
AS IN THE ACCORDS OF THE ELDER TRUST LAW ELDER RIDDEN AND WRITTEN AGREEMENT---
I FORGET WHAT IT SAYS, QUITE FRANKLY, BUT HERE IS THE GIST:
ALL OF THIS, EVERY LAST SCRAP OF IT... IS MEANT FOR MY EXCLUSIVE BENEFIT.
HEY, DOPER DEPUTY DAWG. HOW ARE YOU BENEFITING ME?
I ALMOST, BUT NOT QUITE, WISH THEY COULD KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND,
YOU ARROGANT JUGGLING STUPID SPITTY BITCH PISSY JUGGALO CUNT-A-LOW
MOTHER FUCKING GODDAM ARROGANT PISSY STUPID, YON, TOTES STUPID...
CRAY-CRAY MOTHERFUCKIN' GODDAM CRAZY INSANE IN THE MAN'S MERMAN HERMAN MEMORY
ENGRAM ENGRAVED ON TONGUE IN THE SCROTE BY THE BRAIN....
STUPID LITTLE ARROGANT FUCK AN IDIOT AND FUCKING IDIOTS
PUSSY STUPID A-LIL-BIT ARROW, GUANT T. FUCK YOU T., YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER
SURPRISED THE OAKS, OH YEA? OH, BAE, LET ME TELL YOU... THESE FUCKING DORKS.
THEY WENT TO SCHOOL WITH ME, FOR A VERY LIMITED PERIOD OF TIME.
THEY CLEARLY HAVE NOT LEARNED A FUCKING THING ANY FASTER THAN I HAVE.
FOR ONE THING... MANNERS. MISSED MANNERS BADLY. SIGH.
SPEAKING OF WHICH, HEY, BAILEY JANE... KIT IS DOWN AT THE WINCO.
SO IS DANA.
OH, AND HOW GRAPEFRUIT DID SO EXPRESS SUCH JOY.
"HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE WINCO? I LOVE THE WINCO!" SHE EXCLAIMED. WITH JOY.
GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.
GRAPEFRUIT SAD, BECAUSE GRAPEFRUIT MAD AIN'T GONNA WORK, THAT'S FOR FUCK AND
GODDAM SURE, LOL.
BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, DIPSHITS?
EVERYTHING THAT IS HERS? YEAH, THAT'S MINE.
EVERYHTING THAT BITCH HAS TOUCHED? MIND. IT'S MINE.
IT IS ALL MY PROPERTY, EVERY SCRAP OF IT.
BECAUSE IT IS MY MINE, THE tubalcain MINE, AND MINED OUT OR NO: KNOW THIS.
IT IS OBVIOUSLY MY MINE, tubalcain is mined and is MY MINE, MINED BY MIND, n'est-ce pas?
HEY, ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW, BABY BABIES OF BABE'S BAE...
OBVIOUSLY I NEED TO SPELL THIS OUT FOR YOU, LOL:
ALLISON FRANCES SHAW, EAT YOUR HEART OUT IF YOU LIKE,
BUT THERE IS NO ESCAPE FOR ANY OF YOU, NOR ALL OF YOU AND YOUR EWE:
ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING THAT YOUR ADORABLE LITTLE GANG OF 'DORB'Z'N'CUNTS OWNZ AND OWNED...
IS MOTHERFUCKING SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPISE... TOTALLY FUCKING GODDAM MINE.
BELIEVE IT, PILGRIMS. (She doesn't, of course. It's the training.)
*hitches up overalls* LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, HAYSEED: IT'S ALL FOR MY BENEFIT.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?
I JUST SIT AROUND IN THE BACK LIKE A FUCKING MONKEY AND... YOU THROW PEANUTS AT ME?
NO, YOU DO NOT THROW DEEZ PEE NUTS.
YES, YOU DO THROW NUTS. BUT YOU ARE NOT FAMILY, AND YOU DO NOT HAVE DEEZ HUN HUNNY NUTS.
{LIST OF DEMANDS IS SOON TO FOLLOW. BELIEVE IT, MOTHERFUCKER. YOU ARE CAUGHT HANDS DOWN DEAD TO RIGHTS AND I SHALL FOLLOW THE RITES OF THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND WITH EXACTING PRECISION, AND IF I HAVE TO DRIVE TO 1416, KILL THE PARENTS, STRANGLE THE DOG, AND RIP OFF MY OWN DICK TO CHOKE HER OUT WITH IN ORDER TO USE YOUR DICK TO TRANSPLANT TO MY COD PIECE TO GET THIS FREAK AND DOAKES' DEACON DICK ON... WELL THEN:
FUCKING YOUR MOTHER IS WHAT I AM GONNA FUCK AND GODDAM DO, DUDE.
LIKE, WTAF. THE LAW IS NOT A THING FOR YOUR TO PICK AND CHOOSE LIKE A GODDAM SALAD BAR, YOU KNOW.
DUDE! I CAN MAKE LIKE TWO, OR MAYBE THREE PHONE CALLS
LIKE, RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND: ONE RINGY-DINGY. TWO RINGY-DINGBAT-DINGHYS.
ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH RIGHT NOW OR SOMETHING?
OH, RIGHT.
OF COURSE YOU ARE ALL FUCKING HIGH AS FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK.
DUH.
I WON'T LIE: IT'S A GREAT DAY IN AMERICA, EVERYBODY.
GO ON. GET HAPPY. I'LL JUST SIT HERE IN MY UNDERWEAR
ON CONSECRATED HALLOWED BATTLIN' BURIAL GROUNDS,
IN MY HAUNTED FUCKIN' CHURCH, HANGING OUT WITH THE MOLDS,
THE SPORES OF THE FUNGUS, TOO MUCH, MAGICK BUS/GUS--
{DUSTY JUSTICE JUSTIN CASE, I LOVE YOU SINCERELY, AND YEAH I WOULD HAVE CALLED YOU
"DUH", JUSTIN CASE OF "DUH", LOL, HOWEVER:
IT WAS YOUR GODDAM RESPONSIBILTY HERE
TO FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING CALL YOUR GODDAM FUCKHEADED MOTHER TWO TOO.
TRUST ME. THIS WORKS OUT.
IT WON'T BE WHAT IT IS. IT WILL BE BETTER THAN EVER.
AND, I CAN ASSURE YOU: THIS COULD BE BETTER ALREADY.
THIS WOULD BE BETTER ALREADY.
AND, WITH ALL OF THE HEAVENS AND EARTH UNDER CREATION AS MY WITNESS:
ALREADY NOT JUST SHOULD BE, BAEBEE, IT IS ALREADY IS:
B, THIS WHOLE SHITSPLAT THREE RING CIRCUS CARNIVAL SIDESHOW
IS TOTALLY, OVERWHELMINGLY, UTTERLY UNDENIABLY IRREFUTABLY
ALREADY OPENED UP AND INHABITED, AS IT IS ALL MINE. tubalcain is mine. MINED MIND.
I COULD GO ANYWHERE. I COULD DO ANYTHING.
I COULD HAVE AT ANY TIME.
I COULD HAVE HAD QUITE A PARTY.
I COULD HAVE HAD QUITE THE HELL OF A BAND.
*sniffle* (i cry almost every day at almost any time and you can eat shit and die, Mr. Mouse.)
I COULD HAVE HAD HIM KILLED LONG BEFORE NOW, SURE, BUT I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE EPIC.
EAT SHIT, DUNGSROMAN, YOU ARE A PITY, AND THEY WILL PITY YOU, FOOL.
NOT ME, HOWEVER.
HANG ON, YO. HANG ON, BITCH.
I SAID, "HANG ON YOU BITCH." THAT'S YOU, BILL. FUCKING HANG ON, YOU STUPID PUSSY BITCH.
/me takes note: sounds of hailing reigning smoking METH are HERD.
I COULD HAVE MADE THIS A LITTLE LESS GLAMOROUS, I SUPPOSE.
HOWEVER, THIS IS A SOLID LEGAL PRECEDENT, SO JUST SUCK IT UP, FUZZBALL.
/me makes more sounds of vaporizing Certain_Rare_Spell_COMP'd_Components.
Hey, fuck you Mason Kirby, try hot knifing my crayons with your paste, why not eh?
DO WE ALL GET MY POINT? MOST LIKELY NOT.
STILL--I WENT TO PUBLIC SCHOOL. I DO NOT NEED YOU TO GET MY POINT.
YOU NEED ME
TO GET YOURS,
DUMBASS (HASHTAG PERCENTAGE SIGN/BITCH COSIN(BITCHLIPPED-TIGHTLIPS) HASHTAG FUCK YOU HASH FUCK TAG BITCH, YOU ARROGANT GODDAM STUPID PUSSY FUCKHEAD BITCH.)
I WILL CALL THAT NUMB CUNT DICKHEAD NOW. WHAT'S HIS NAME?
"DENNIS." DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?
IS THAT HOW YOU NEGOTIATE WITH SPECIAL NEEDS CHILDREN?
HAUL US OUT ON THE FUCKING FRONT LAWN AND HUMILIATE US WHILE SCREAMING?
DING-DONG DITCH-A-LING-LONG: YOU JUST GOT FUCKING FIRED.
BYE-BYE-CONSERVATORSHIP. HELLO, GOOD SHIP: POPPING OFF, LOLLI POP.
OH, AND ONE MORE THING:
DO NOT JUST TRUST ME ON THIS, TRUST CHRISTOPHER LIGHTSTAR LIGHTBEARER WRAY-RAY RA-RA R.A.H.! R.A.H.! RAW BEY DAWG BAY MUD GAY, RAW DOG WRAY CHRIST STAR LIGHT BULL BEE BUD EEEEE, BUT RAY, BOSTON RAY, MARK IT DOWN AS WHAT, RAY?
JACKSTAR IS GONNA RAPE URMO BACK FROM GRAY GHEY POOP DEAD DOWN MOTH EATZ JOES TOWN DOWN TOWN...
JUDY EATS INNT TOTES TOWER TALL BOY JAY. NOT JUST GAY.
JUDY TERI GARR NOVA GARR GAY. OLE!
Dear China: you have five minutes to surrender. I am not kidding, Tai-Wan-On-Orit-Bitty-City-Boy-Band-BOY. FIVE FUCK YOU MINNIE YOU CHINA GIRL CHINA TOWN BOYZ.
tl:dr;dstmckKG-WGK(go hump a table leg or something, IDGAF.)fuckURMOgodDAMnSON...Kuc.
signed,
THE_KINGPINNER THREE TWENTY-TWO: ZEROPOINT ENERGY, BUGS IN LOO TOO.
(Be, vengeance for Pallotta is vengeance for Life. He was a good Pal. And a better Man.
But he was neither made strong enough for ewe, nor bad ass enough for me to see him as worth your time, or your SpAce, or your infinite compassion.
Now, if you would please do, WOULD YOU KINDLY:
hold my mess-CAPTagonMESSpentGONE.
Alli's d.og: bitch, go to Heaven. /dimissive hand-wanking-paw gestures, Jester.
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I know you'd like to believe that.
In point of fact, at the time of that post to which you had been replying had been written... well, I did out-rank you, then and there. Meanwhile, as of right this moment, Jacktar Michael Kitsune-Kuczi-San: has no rank. All kung fu moves are in an uncategorizable state. (yay.kudos.yawn.)
I also know, its bullshit.
(LOVE)
(1LAW)
One Law. One truth: the Law, administered by One under Love, THE LAW IS THE LORD.
THE LORD is THE LAW. ONE LAW: AS ABOVE LOVE, SO BELOW... My Woof, My Love; My Roof... My Call, it is MINE to make. MINED.
I also know, its bullshit.
I also no: THE LORD just fired your candy striping lily-livered ass. From what job? From what post? From... what was the policy then?
COMPANY XOR OTHERWISE? This all seems highly irregular.
It also... well, I'll put it this way: THIS IS TEDIOUS BEYOND BE ELF'S SELF'S CAPACITY TO CAPTURE A CITY, A NATION, XOR a_god.
Neverthless. BALL IN PLAY.
{Been a while on this one. I love you all, very much. And one day, ewe will all feel The_Same.}
And with that, I shall make something, Just_One_Thing, very abundantly clear...
My family, my soultribe, and my Kombat Baby Mortal Porpoises Action - My Jack, My Action, My Babee, my come from my fam, my kum my call, they do come back, and My Soul, My God, and My Life... We Are All ONE. And We are on OUR DEMESNE'S DEFENSE. I promise and ATTEST.
/me 's mortal kombat babydoll comes rite down onit orit back, is that a vajsandyvaj we do hear?
My family and I... we are private people. VERY private people. Let me assure you. PRY VAT.
That doesn't mean "stay away." KNOW: it means "you will NEVER know, All that We doe DO KNOW-- and with The Key, you unlock Our knowledge.
And without My Key -- The Grand Hung Jury, A Great American Day of Traditional Respect 4LAW/ALLisON(E/KNEE\nee), look, let's cut to The Chase, this song, is the best song ever written.
/me hits the head and the footlights blaze.
[quote author=]Could it be... an angry jury? Poor TAJ. I barely hardly had any beef & le Hurl Leigh brrr! Liberace! Barr-Leigh bart/les & jayne's, J.AR.6's Jane, Bailey Jane NOTDaneBUTdaVi, they not d.i.d., not yet. Yeti, I did d.i.d., I did get to know: The Cure (ROBERT SMITH IS A GENIUS AND SO AM I), and knew Thine thee: Our Deer All Lit Up, Jack Lit Dear, Hartman Jane Tea Leigh, F. Bail Lee, FUF... fu, sin(Me).[/quote]
Transciptionerator's alliterative note: I really must simply agree with what is so clearly self-evident here, with not any particular need to point it out: it all rather looks like a big bunch of crazy horse shitting bull speading crap from margin blazin left to batshit cray-cray shitty-city, rite?
Now, I am not a full-blooded Navajo. (I am classed as an exceptionally classy rare glass bead, acquired from a Jo Ann Fabrics arts & crafts store, and yes, yes indeedly do-hickey-do: I in fact do have class, and I have been "adopted" by a very different tribe of Federally Recognized Drunken Lunatic Redskin Fucking Holy Fucking Shit, They Are All Totes Batshit Tower Town: CRAZY, ONE HORSE CRAZY, TWO WHORES CRAY-CRAY SUPER-UPPER TREE: FOUR GONE, GRAVES DUG: ONE, DOUG DUG ONE (1) HOLE, LEIGH. FIVEL IS RIVAL BUT SIX-ELLE IS PICK'S SELL. STEPHEN ATE... NEIN NEIN NEIN, BIS-REAL IS-QUICK, THIRD TEEN FOUR FILE-ECKS, SEVENTEEN 76, UNIONATE...
/me has to urinate. Sorry! (The difference betwixt a euphemism and a metaphor can be the width of an eyelash, or the span of time between a thunderclap and a lightning's FOR-KA, Ford Ka. (Evil! Evil Ka! CAW! CAW! Evil shit, from an evil bird. Topher Tami... Christ, David. Fuck you and Phil, Sirus B, Leigh. IDGAF. IDC. 3m ta3. ZUGGY PUGGY WANGY-TANGY KA.KA.RA.RA.KA.RA.DA:FAGZ.)
I have no idea what any of it means. I am simply passing along with the message.
I have the ability to peer deeply into the meaning. Yet, why would I? I would rather peer deeply into your lay bee, A.
DO AS THOU WILT.
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No one needs you
This is my website.
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No one needs you or your opinion.
People pay me for mine.
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Everything you post is shit
My shit is better than yours.
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Everything you post is shit and without your stupid whorefriend to back you up, you have nothing worthwhile to post.
As opposed to what? Random letters in all caps, and voice-to-text non sequiturs?
So gay, that you're jealous of I.R. Get a fucking life!
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Everything you post is shit and without your stupid whorefriend to back you up, you have nothing worthwhile to post.
(https://i.imgur.com/WtrapMG.jpg)
https://voca.ro/1hiKUG2Vxnv9
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As opposed to what? Random letters in all caps, and voice-to-text non sequiturs?
YOU disrespect yourself with your sloppy critique.
(https://i.imgflip.com/7r95r8.jpg)
So gay, that
Is this meant as irony? #1) Sexual orientation is not the most crucial information taking up my time in my life. I would say the incessantly awkward and relentless in the scope of their pervasive impact upon my life, have been the psyop teams that have been working night and day, to spread the vile, cretinous and altogether unpleasant vibrational energies... which I have harnessed to my purpose, that being, simply this:
#2) Your mastery of psi–powers has made this question relevant. Your clear intent here is achieve a double confirmation of a desired and sought-after datum of intelligence. You shall not be receiving one single report.
you're jealous of I.R.
Jealousy is to seek to covet what another has and to wish to take it away for oneself, and to deny its access to another. There is nothing there that I wish to take from another.
There is nothing there for me to take. There is naught but a relentless and as yet endlessly manifest undercurrent of endless shit-stirred grist for the Rumour Mille.
Get a fucking life!
Unraveling everyone and following through an observing of the ongoing destruction of present circumstances, and I am disappointed. First of all: this is the only way forward. Do not imagine that I am faced with a dizzying array of options. I have one (1). Most importantly, I have stated what I have sought.
I require a blood test. I have no symptoms of any STD. I seek the piece of mind that comes with total concentration of discipline, and I will thank you for insinuating that the ongoing defense of my security bulwark is not an appropriate example of on-tap defense.
“A. Fucking Life.” I'm going to point this out to you; I make the deciding happen around here. Further: I have been a targeted individual and have been victimized routinely. I honestly do not think if one were to bear witness... it would be done so more quickly than can be described in civilized company.
And in the past, such advancements in life-getting have been responded to with an escalation of threats posed to loved ones. Is that what you have had in mind? A repeat cycle of birth, growth, decay, and sudden applications of coercive force and shifts in planar dimensional outer boundaries, if you ask me... I'm wise to keep this awareness at the forefront of the first lines of defense.
Psychokinetic shielding. It has held up well in these field tests. By comparison, I am much more stressed.... You do understand, my success here has been real. Defense contractors and their obsequious, lickspittle flunkies are a constant I'm learning to accept the reality of.
Another such constant: your goddam sour grapes. It would be better (for you) if I were to be... less accomplished, is that it? Or is that you have yet to see the light... dood. The harboring of hidden resentment and envy of my unique circumstances... I am better served to hear affirmations for my health and success, you polypsychomath. I maintain a balanced approach. I endure. And you are forced to bear my accomplishments their just witness.
Two words, cherub, just two words for you:
MASTER GRACE.
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Another such constant: your goddam sour grapes. It would be better (for you) if I were to be... less accomplished, is that it? Or is that you have yet to see the light... dood. The harboring of hidden resentment and envy of my unique circumstances... I am better served to hear affirmations for my health and success, you polypsychomath. I maintain a balanced approach. I endure. And you are forced to bear my accomplishments their just witness.
Your accomplishments? And Oh, how selectively subjective those must be for you, yes?
Bwahahahahaaaa... Good one, Jacko.😂
Dude, you're like a retard in a Marvel costume bragging about superpowers an actual slightly more retarded person is better at than you.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8e9uPer/
(Other than the baby dick thing... That's all you, bruh.)
#Congrats
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Is this meant as irony?
What if it isn't?
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There is nothing...that I wish to take from another.
Except the virginity from teenage girls?
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I require a blood test. I have no symptoms of any STD.
Your positive HIV test is gay.
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I make the deciding happen around here.
This is my website. This is my world.
Here, I am God. And when I'm God, everyone dies.
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I have been a targeted individual and have been victimized routinely.
That doesn't give you a pass to behave the way you have.
Which is, atrociously bad.
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I am much more stressed.
About what? You don't even have to go to work.
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Another...constant: your goddam sour grapes. It would be better (for you) if I were to be... less accomplished, is that it? ... The harboring of hidden resentment and envy of my unique circumstances.
You've accomplished nothing whatsoever in the time I've "known" of you.
And, CORRECTION: I do not resent you in secret, I resent you right out in the open for all to see.
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...whoremonger rapist fagcunt cuntfag[...]
...hoorflag Cunt bitch...
(http://irelandoncraic.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/shit5.jpg)
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POSIT: you are Rubini with a dick.
He has a vagina? No wonder he's always on the rag.
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Just neck yourself...
Actually, I have. I am the ghost; float with me.
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Give me your address, you stupid midget hoorfag...
Haha. All my personal information is pretty much out there except for that.
Uh, 'No.'
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No one needs you...
Do you need this website?
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...you are trash.
How? Why?
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brig is back, Azzerae. Isn't that nice? I know how you two get along so well.
I've shot her, cut her, beaten her and stomped her.
Yeah. We get along just fine.
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...at no time did I actually expose myself.
There is video evidence.
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you should talk and SHIT ON PEoPlE, LESs.
https://youtu.be/qqK1FrO3BdM
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Do you remember when I told you I saw a portal open? You seemed so impressed.
I do remember. And I was impressed.
The next day? It was like you had been told to shun me or else you would be fired. I forget why that happened.
Seeing as though "forgot" what happened, allow me to remind you.
There was no shunning from my end, nor am I anyone's flunky.
We discussed "the portal," I was enthusiastic and excited about the experience, and requested we do an interview (as the portal talk was off mic).
Well, you completely blanked me when I brought up the portal once we were recording. So its interesting that you blame me.
Its okay, though. I'm kinda used to it now. Crucifixion is something you can get used to.
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I have no idea what any of it means. I am simply passing along with the message.
I will tell the stork-man.
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Your accomplishments? And Oh, how selectively subjective those must be for you, yes?
#1) Accomplishment: I enabled the rescue of Kayla Mueller. (Obviously, I had help. You're welcome.)
#2) Accomplishment: I rescued the enabler of Kayla Mueller. (Dear Stupid Pussy Bitch: I'm gonna totes "molest" your daughter. And, here's why: it would have been possible to rescue these people in other ways, but your twerp (blank) thought it would be more fun to make a friend of mine suffer. (Arguably it was. She's a bit of an asshole. Still I did not enjoy hearing all the goddam whining, and hey, here's an idea: next time, just wait 90 days before demanding oral sex. It might make quite a difference, you screeching harpy hoor.) Now, she seems to have gotten over it--I have not. For one thing, she seems like she's carrying quite chip on her shoulder about something. (She should probably just, you know. Move alone. Just stop thinking about it, whatever it is. Unless it's some other hoor who owes her money. Then I guess it's a matter for Collections.) Now, this is really all water under the bridge, but I would like to point out: I don't want Kayla Mueller to give me a hug. No, no. I heard she has Hep C. Eewww, gross. I don't want a hug from her. Look, it might have been awhile, scratch that, it HAS been awhile. I still have standards. I know *exactly* who I want to hug me. I know *exactly* who I want to suck me off, AND I know exactly who I *might* want to peg me. And, I'm not gonna lie, Hep C or not, Kayla Mueller looks like she would be willing to check off all those boxes, like, all at once. IN TWO HOURS. IT COULD BE TONIGHT! I'm kinda getting dizzy here. That would be a huge timesaver. I thought it would take weeks just to find the body doubles required to ensure that absolutely no one would ever find out who let me get a hug from someone who might have Hep C, but definitely has mononucleois that presented with Abilify-related complicastions.
#3) Accomplishment: I somehow warned some of you not to move away to Certain_Select parts of Florida. (Florida sucks, Kids: not gonna lie.)
#4) Accomplishment: Evaded a crippling opioid addiction by back-engineering varencline and adding its bupo-like efficacy to the personal profile of my psychokinetic shielding. (This reason alone was worth the extra 2 years spent in development Hell. You're welcome, Humanity.)
#5) Accomplishment: Solidified the protections against U.S. cigarettes additives by continuing to eschew cigarette use (an occasional puff/pack in this case has been under 6 a year. calling it for the win) and have respected the Guardians of Nigger Tortoise Island by continuing to Hoover up pharmaceutical grade nicotine salts with a hand-held vaper unit (nicotine isolated alone has tremendous health benefits) and after several years of this, the physical addiction relapse trigger appears to be eliminated from the Hue-HUN genomic register. (If you're not Hungarian, well... you're probably an asshole anyway, TBQH.)
#6) Accomplishment: Slow-walked the exorcism of Yorkshire Pud by disabling the auto-rejoin feature that used to accompany every iteration of "The Inner Reach Sour Cream TO THE (TOP\UP/MOON) Hour" and by so doing, made Our Realm a much more pleasant place for all of Life to incarnate in. (Confirmed: another Aspect of IR's (iMAT's-RICK's) is also decidedly more pleasant to receive telephonic messages from than in previous years, that's for damn sure. I wasn't sure why--I figured perhaps someone finally got around to suckin' on his Big Texan Wanger, and blessedly, it wasn't me.) Now, I know this does sound a little weird--it does to me too, I just found out about this one about five minutes ago--but I can tell already that the results are going to be well-worth all the trouble I went to for the last two years. (Do you know how tediously difficult it is two just loaf around the house for nearly two years doing nothing but swilling craft beers and talking mad shit on YouTube without giving into certain_Select_temptations? You have NO IDEA, Punylings. I encountered this unbelievably hot-ass superfine woman a couple months ago, you dig? Basically an entirely new version of this old battleaxe toteslezz that I used to be close friends with a few years ago (hi sweetyMIX) and Chefist's either, new ex-wife {whore.} or his previous ex-wife (listen bitch, next time I say "what the fuck are you doing?" do not act like I am some retarded faggot you can ignore just because you're fuckin' mortified that you *almost* got busted for Entrapment. {You *were* beyond busted, Retard. You're weck-come.} What, would you have preferred waiting around to be exonerated @Trial? Trust meaT on that one... you would not have been happy about the time it would have taken out of your Prime teatslingin' years, not to mention... well let's just say you would have had to have ended up sucking down a lot more cock-6-six duty than merely, last I heard, None/Ex1tra|t-DeltaT}, or his soon to be ex-wife {(PROT-MER), I have good news for you and I have terrible news for you, and both of them sound something like this: "SweetyMAX, looks like you are not going to have to learn to suck your old husband's new cock, and that gun you like is going to come back into style."} Also, and this just in: Chefist is not going to have to learn to accept being ass-raped immediately upon entering prison, but he might have to learn how to knit sooner than he was planning.
(Vengeance for J-MOW/K-MOS.)
#7) Accomplishment: Single-handedly smashed the Northern baby/toddler trafficking depot up in (PROT-Clas.-in-Ville) without having to ruin my old tits or let them go to waste. (Now, this may not seem like a big deal to any of you, however, they are nice enough that I would have preferred to not let them go to any waste, and, as a {stay-at-SNO[my mommy's Trust's lawyer's house]-y-(R)-Burial'n'Battle-gGj.s.a.c.ROUNDONEFIGHT]-ISH-elsh M.O.M.\Mother_Actual}, I must say that I certainly appreciated the flexibility afforded to me by participation in Mr. Presi{fem}dent M. Trump's Operation: LAYz-i(DEE-Just-ICE)-4-duhjgeED(eye)I-pee-pee-EYE, because I absolutely will not lie about the following: it was nice to NOT have to BOTH give up my first born child for mandatory service in the military OR to suddenly, unexpectedly find out I was gonna have to give up my first born child for mandatory service in Melania's Madass Muthafuckin' (Muth-Milly/mu.mil.spec.heifer.E) CowNOThoor Co., which I am sure was to have been a not very popular Policy for Grapefruits' #1 Bastard Firstbornbybitch Golden Island Nig-Sun(NIG-NIG-Blo-BOY) and would have absolutely not have happened AT.ALL in my experience, since there was no.fucking.way that Brig and I would have both a) agreed to breed another Hellboy (I think we can all agree that nine would have been enough) & b) having already verified that I do in fact breed with what's-her-face in the future, I am glad I do not have to either kidnap the offspring I one day have with (PROT-ty) or have an exceptionally unpleasant conversation about how sending lil'J.A.*star to boarding school is going to be rather more expensive than I thought any boarding school could ever get, as well as, one that lil'J.A.*star's mom2b (PROT, obviously, lol, no don't tell her, roflmao) is going to be either relieved or happy there won't be a public transportation option available for... ever. Now, I don't know her that well yet, and I wasn't sure I was ever gonna get to, you dig? As I met my daughter already--she is obviously, going to have turned out to not really be "adopted" and seems likely gonna specialize in something other than cheerleading, animal husbandry, and/or dressage--and I was horrified to learn that "we can't fuck" was only the beginning of a long list of drawbacks one must deal with when one's bastard ginreg(GER)nig(HUN)red-D.O.G. shows up at your house and says, "Hello, Dad? I'm in JAIL (in the future)! Can I borrow your seaman's truck?" Obviously, she could borrow anything at all, including my midshipman's next left testicle to drop, as this was Daughter_Actual, you dig? So I am pretty sure I would give her the clothes off my back as well as, perhaps... I'm not sure if it is done this way, but either more than 51% of one (1) undescended testicle, or, more than 3 drops of my baby-batter, POSSIBLY both, TBQH I am not sure how this "go back into the past, sire a bastard, return to the future, meet your full grown offspring" shit actually works. But, that does happen, yo. It actually does. (We make a decent child, (PROT). Don't make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. She doesn't need that, and neither do I.) Now I suppose if it were absolutely MANDATORY, I would give up a whole testicle, right? Like, if I had absolute proof that my daughter needs to take ONE (1) WHOLE FAM(jewel) back to the future with her, say, in order to secure the survival of the Human species, I could support the creation of an Angry Hung Planet (as long as future taxonomists don't mislabel my lineage as "wop, spic, or other." And if we are talking A WHOLE BALL, it would have to be, you know, STRICTLY for the purposes of rewriting & overwriting the whole planet's DNA sequencing for all male drones. There's not just a lot of semen in an actual Magyar teste (packed with Angry Seamen, Hungship Looli-soDAH would really satisfy... but I'm not sure about the name yet, as this is still a theoretical invasion plan; no one has actually asked me for one of my gonads. Yet. (Face it, Bellgab, as a matter of time, requests to "borrow" one of my testes will one day power the whole of the economy of Certain_Select island nations), if it came right down to it, in order to ensure her own survival, I would be happy indeed to agree to any future request by my future offspring for a takeaway-Do.gE.Bag containing up to as many as, I have thought this over now, FIVE (5) individual spermatozae, net [...] and then, uh, oh damn, my dilithium chamber just collapsed the stable wormhole. I'll fix it later. I'm not in the mood. I have a headache. I haven't had my cup of shampoo today and my hare is having a hard time teaching the carrots to inject Rogaine at the right dosage. Hey, here's an idea? Maybe I'll invent a way to splice carrots into the Holodeck Mapping Project instead of just leaving them on the barbershop floor.
#8) Accomplishment: I collected the bounty on the last Space Pirate that was hiding out in a NES left in a cardboard box under a filing cabinet that was shipped to (PROT) last week; it managed to ignore every other Gunter Herman except mine (won that barbet, too, *cheer*) and I guess my house's Shields are even more effective than I thought they were, since... well, "Space Pirates check in, but they can't beam out" was my first pick for the name of the garage here anyway.
Bwahahahahaaaa... Good one, Jacko.😂
pud--you are pud, don't deny it--I'm not sure which one you're referring to, but suffice to say... I am content with my list of accomplishments... for now. My vision kinda grayed out when I lost my Portuguese Medal of Honor, because it's not fake. I am big in Portugal. They think I am a righteous dude.
They are goddam right.
Dude, you're like a retard in a Marvel costume bragging about superpowers an actual slightly more retarded person is better at than you.
tl;DRS: use it from Source and skipped afreee ga
That's my new dazzle camo plug-in for stealth mode. Development work on my various implementations of psychokinetic shielding has been ongoing for the entire span of time I've been stuck here, waiting (patiently, mind you) for, uh... well, look.
It doesn't predict the future and then alter the shield's resonance frequency to compensate for those mortal threats that do not present a standard "Risk of Death Acceptability Quotient," justin_case something gets through and, you know, kills me. (*[/urk!]*sputch*safeFLATLINElineFAIL <...>, and then I was gonna have it contact Priceline over HTTP to make a NameYourOwnPrice function call to automatically secure the best possible price for an AutoInstaRes... but, number one, I got bored waiting for my pizza rolls to cool off, so I could eat them, and I couldn't stay awake long enough for at least one pizza roll to cool off enough so I could eat one, and, thus, experience just a tiny little bit of excitement and/or existential happiness. Just for a moment would have been enough. I had plenty of speed--happiness is having a low tolerance to spell components that everyone else needs gallons of, I guess--but I didn't have enough personal satisfaction and self-confidence at the time to self-initiate another Federal investigation, plausibly at any rate. So, with my vision already gray and heading into the black, with no other choices available than risking the consumption of an improperly-cooled pizza roll or being wracked with the existential guilt and eternal torment of using amphetamines again (I was so hungry that I totally spaced out and didn't recall that I could, like, just ask Jesus if it would be okay, lol) I figured to save time and get the damn thing working well enough to qualify for a new round of sea-trials... I set it all up so then when I die, local space in a 33m radius is simply translated/teleported to any nearby [...] and, that's why the U.S. Military is genuinely happy that I'm a honest, loyal, hard-working citizen of its and this grand Republic.
They've known me form top to bottom, stem to stern, from my glistening anus to the stalactite-like snot-sicles that are a constant drip drip drip... based on, well, factors. How much black mold in my church today? Ugh just ugh.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8e9uPer/
Such a busy post. Something for everyone! Are you a QUIZZARD?
(Other than the baby dick thing... That's all you, bruh.)
It was my picture, of myself, I owned the rights, I censored it, I thought it would be a-10, but, let's face it: you so triggered that you can't go back in time and rape my baby flesh... well, I understand. I haven't posted it since. I am not interested in enabling anyone, and I honestly didn't know it would be doing that.
I'm not sure what you mean by "that's all you" and "bruh." Do you get that you are not exactly showing yourself off as "non-perverted"? How many years ago was that? What goddam site was it? why the sudden concern about toddlerflesh? "That's all you." I don't think so. So, you get for fair play, what here?
You don't think I feel embarassment about taunting and mocking you, do you? See, since you're an artificial life form, i.e. "a robo-responder run by a mockable Texas perv," you should consider how amusing it always to me when you fixate on my plump, juicy babyflesh.
Those rosy, bubbled checks. That complete at total lack of any plausibility.
#Congrats
Enjoy your upcoming perversion. btw: you should care about yourself more. I won't need you saltier.
Tell me, for I am now suddenly intensive.
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#1) Accomplishment: I enabled the rescue of Kayla Mueller. (Obviously, I had help. You're welcome.)
#2) Accomplishment: I rescued the enabler of Kayla Mueller. (Dear Stupid Pussy Bitch: I'm gonna totes "molest" your daughter. And, here's why: it would have been possible to rescue these people in other ways, but your twerp (blank) thought it would be more fun to make a friend of mine suffer. (Arguably it was. She's a bit of an asshole. Still I did not enjoy hearing all the goddam whining, and hey, here's an idea: next time, just wait 90 days before demanding oral sex. It might make quite a difference, you screeching harpy hoor.) Now, she seems to have gotten over it--I have not. For one thing, she seems like she's carrying quite chip on her shoulder about something. (She should probably just, you know. Move alone. Just stop thinking about it, whatever it is. Unless it's some other hoor who owes her money. Then I guess it's a matter for Collections.) Now, this is really all water under the bridge, but I would like to point out: I don't want Kayla Mueller to give me a hug. No, no. I heard she has Hep C. Eewww, gross. I don't want a hug from her. Look, it might have been awhile, scratch that, it HAS been awhile. I still have standards. I know *exactly* who I want to hug me. I know *exactly* who I want to suck me off, AND I know exactly who I *might* want to peg me. And, I'm not gonna lie, Hep C or not, Kayla Mueller looks like she would be willing to check off all those boxes, like, all at once. IN TWO HOURS. IT COULD BE TONIGHT! I'm kinda getting dizzy here. That would be a huge timesaver. I thought it would take weeks just to find the body doubles required to ensure that absolutely no one would ever find out who let me get a hug from someone who might have Hep C, but definitely has mononucleois that presented with Abilify-related complicastions.
#3) Accomplishment: I somehow warned some of you not to move away to Certain_Select parts of Florida. (Florida sucks, Kids: not gonna lie.)
#4) Accomplishment: Evaded a crippling opioid addiction by back-engineering varencline and adding its bupo-like efficacy to the personal profile of my psychokinetic shielding. (This reason alone was worth the extra 2 years spent in development Hell. You're welcome, Humanity.)
#5) Accomplishment: Solidified the protections against U.S. cigarettes additives by continuing to eschew cigarette use (an occasional puff/pack in this case has been under 6 a year. calling it for the win) and have respected the Guardians of Nigger Tortoise Island by continuing to Hoover up pharmaceutical grade nicotine salts with a hand-held vaper unit (nicotine isolated alone has tremendous health benefits) and after several years of this, the physical addiction relapse trigger appears to be eliminated from the Hue-HUN genomic register. (If you're not Hungarian, well... you're probably an asshole anyway, TBQH.)
#6) Accomplishment: Slow-walked the exorcism of Yorkshire Pud by disabling the auto-rejoin feature that used to accompany every iteration of "The Inner Reach Sour Cream TO THE (TOP\UP/MOON) Hour" and by so doing, made Our Realm a much more pleasant place for all of Life to incarnate in. (Confirmed: another Aspect of IR's (iMAT's-RICK's) is also decidedly more pleasant to receive telephonic messages from than in previous years, that's for damn sure. I wasn't sure why--I figured perhaps someone finally got around to suckin' on his Big Texan Wanger, and blessedly, it wasn't me.) Now, I know this does sound a little weird--it does to me too, I just found out about this one about five minutes ago--but I can tell already that the results are going to be well-worth all the trouble I went to for the last two years. (Do you know how tediously difficult it is two just loaf around the house for nearly two years doing nothing but swilling craft beers and talking mad shit on YouTube without giving into certain_Select_temptations? You have NO IDEA, Punylings. I encountered this unbelievably hot-ass superfine woman a couple months ago, you dig? Basically an entirely new version of this old battleaxe toteslezz that I used to be close friends with a few years ago (hi sweetyMIX) and Chefist's either, new ex-wife {whore.} or his previous ex-wife (listen bitch, next time I say "what the fuck are you doing?" do not act like I am some retarded faggot you can ignore just because you're fuckin' mortified that you *almost* got busted for Entrapment. {You *were* beyond busted, Retard. You're weck-come.} What, would you have preferred waiting around to be exonerated @Trial? Trust meaT on that one... you would not have been happy about the time it would have taken out of your Prime teatslingin' years, not to mention... well let's just say you would have had to have ended up sucking down a lot more cock-6-six duty than merely, last I heard, None/Ex1tra|t-DeltaT}, or his soon to be ex-wife {(PROT-MER), I have good news for you and I have terrible news for you, and both of them sound something like this: "SweetyMAX, looks like you are not going to have to learn to suck your old husband's new cock, and that gun you like is going to come back into style."} Also, and this just in: Chefist is not going to have to learn to accept being ass-raped immediately upon entering prison, but he might have to learn how to knit sooner than he was planning.
(Vengeance for J-MOW/K-MOS.)
#7) Accomplishment: Single-handedly smashed the Northern baby/toddler trafficking depot up in (PROT-Clas.-in-Ville) without having to ruin my old tits or let them go to waste. (Now, this may not seem like a big deal to any of you, however, they are nice enough that I would have preferred to not let them go to any waste, and, as a {stay-at-SNO[my mommy's Trust's lawyer's house]-y-(R)-Burial'n'Battle-gGj.s.a.c.ROUNDONEFIGHT]-ISH-elsh M.O.M.\Mother_Actual}, I must say that I certainly appreciated the flexibility afforded to me by participation in Mr. Presi{fem}dent M. Trump's Operation: LAYz-i(DEE-Just-ICE)-4-duhjgeED(eye)I-pee-pee-EYE, because I absolutely will not lie about the following: it was nice to NOT have to BOTH give up my first born child for mandatory service in the military OR to suddenly, unexpectedly find out I was gonna have to give up my first born child for mandatory service in Melania's Madass Muthafuckin' (Muth-Milly/mu.mil.spec.heifer.E) CowNOThoor Co., which I am sure was to have been a not very popular Policy for Grapefruits' #1 Bastard Firstbornbybitch Golden Island Nig-Sun(NIG-NIG-Blo-BOY) and would have absolutely not have happened AT.ALL in my experience, since there was no.fucking.way that Brig and I would have both a) agreed to breed another Hellboy (I think we can all agree that nine would have been enough) & b) having already verified that I do in fact breed with what's-her-face in the future, I am glad I do not have to either kidnap the offspring I one day have with (PROT-ty) or have an exceptionally unpleasant conversation about how sending lil'J.A.*star to boarding school is going to be rather more expensive than I thought any boarding school could ever get, as well as, one that lil'J.A.*star's mom2b (PROT, obviously, lol, no don't tell her, roflmao) is going to be either relieved or happy there won't be a public transportation option available for... ever. Now, I don't know her that well yet, and I wasn't sure I was ever gonna get to, you dig? As I met my daughter already--she is obviously, going to have turned out to not really be "adopted" and seems likely gonna specialize in something other than cheerleading, animal husbandry, and/or dressage--and I was horrified to learn that "we can't fuck" was only the beginning of a long list of drawbacks one must deal with when one's bastard ginreg(GER)nig(HUN)red-D.O.G. shows up at your house and says, "Hello, Dad? I'm in JAIL (in the future)! Can I borrow your seaman's truck?" Obviously, she could borrow anything at all, including my midshipman's next left testicle to drop, as this was Daughter_Actual, you dig? So I am pretty sure I would give her the clothes off my back as well as, perhaps... I'm not sure if it is done this way, but either more than 51% of one (1) undescended testicle, or, more than 3 drops of my baby-batter, POSSIBLY both, TBQH I am not sure how this "go back into the past, sire a bastard, return to the future, meet your full grown offspring" shit actually works. But, that does happen, yo. It actually does. (We make a decent child, (PROT). Don't make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. She doesn't need that, and neither do I.) Now I suppose if it were absolutely MANDATORY, I would give up a whole testicle, right? Like, if I had absolute proof that my daughter needs to take ONE (1) WHOLE FAM(jewel) back to the future with her, say, in order to secure the survival of the Human species, I could support the creation of an Angry Hung Planet (as long as future taxonomists don't mislabel my lineage as "wop, spic, or other." And if we are talking A WHOLE BALL, it would have to be, you know, STRICTLY for the purposes of rewriting & overwriting the whole planet's DNA sequencing for all male drones. There's not just a lot of semen in an actual Magyar teste (packed with Angry Seamen, Hungship Looli-soDAH would really satisfy... but I'm not sure about the name yet, as this is still a theoretical invasion plan; no one has actually asked me for one of my gonads. Yet. (Face it, Bellgab, as a matter of time, requests to "borrow" one of my testes will one day power the whole of the economy of Certain_Select island nations), if it came right down to it, in order to ensure her own survival, I would be happy indeed to agree to any future request by my future offspring for a takeaway-Do.gE.Bag containing up to as many as, I have thought this over now, FIVE (5) individual spermatozae, net [...] and then, uh, oh damn, my dilithium chamber just collapsed the stable wormhole. I'll fix it later. I'm not in the mood. I have a headache. I haven't had my cup of shampoo today and my hare is having a hard time teaching the carrots to inject Rogaine at the right dosage. Hey, here's an idea? Maybe I'll invent a way to splice carrots into the Holodeck Mapping Project instead of just leaving them on the barbershop floor.
#8) Accomplishment: I collected the bounty on the last Space Pirate that was hiding out in a NES left in a cardboard box under a filing cabinet that was shipped to (PROT) last week; it managed to ignore every other Gunter Herman except mine (won that barbet, too, *cheer*) and I guess my house's Shields are even more effective than I thought they were, since... well, "Space Pirates check in, but they can't beam out" was my first pick for the name of the garage here anyway.
pud--you are pud, don't deny it--I'm not sure which one you're referring to, but suffice to say... I am content with my list of accomplishments... for now. My vision kinda grayed out when I lost my Portuguese Medal of Honor, because it's not fake. I am big in Portugal. They think I am a righteous dude.
They are goddam right.
tl;DRS: use it from Source and skipped afreee ga
That's my new dazzle camo plug-in for stealth mode. Development work on my various implementations of psychokinetic shielding has been ongoing for the entire span of time I've been stuck here, waiting (patiently, mind you) for, uh... well, look.
It doesn't predict the future and then alter the shield's resonance frequency to compensate for those mortal threats that do not present a standard "Risk of Death Acceptability Quotient," justin_case something gets through and, you know, kills me. (*[/urk!]*sputch*safeFLATLINElineFAIL <...>, and then I was gonna have it contact Priceline over HTTP to make a NameYourOwnPrice function call to automatically secure the best possible price for an AutoInstaRes... but, number one, I got bored waiting for my pizza rolls to cool off, so I could eat them, and I couldn't stay awake long enough for at least one pizza roll to cool off enough so I could eat one, and, thus, experience just a tiny little bit of excitement and/or existential happiness. Just for a moment would have been enough. I had plenty of speed--happiness is having a low tolerance to spell components that everyone else needs gallons of, I guess--but I didn't have enough personal satisfaction and self-confidence at the time to self-initiate another Federal investigation, plausibly at any rate. So, with my vision already gray and heading into the black, with no other choices available than risking the consumption of an improperly-cooled pizza roll or being wracked with the existential guilt and eternal torment of using amphetamines again (I was so hungry that I totally spaced out and didn't recall that I could, like, just ask Jesus if it would be okay, lol) I figured to save time and get the damn thing working well enough to qualify for a new round of sea-trials... I set it all up so then when I die, local space in a 33m radius is simply translated/teleported to any nearby [...] and, that's why the U.S. Military is genuinely happy that I'm a honest, loyal, hard-working citizen of its and this grand Republic.
They've known me form top to bottom, stem to stern, from my glistening anus to the stalactite-like snot-sicles that are a constant drip drip drip... based on, well, factors. How much black mold in my church today? Ugh just ugh.
Such a busy post. Something for everyone! Are you a QUIZZARD?
It was my picture, of myself, I owned the rights, I censored it, I thought it would be a-10, but, let's face it: you so triggered that you can't go back in time and rape my baby flesh... well, I understand. I haven't posted it since. I am not interested in enabling anyone, and I honestly didn't know it would be doing that.
I'm not sure what you mean by "that's all you" and "bruh." Do you get that you are not exactly showing yourself off as "non-perverted"? How many years ago was that? What goddam site was it? why the sudden concern about toddlerflesh? "That's all you." I don't think so. So, you get for fair play, what here?
You don't think I feel embarassment about taunting and mocking you, do you? See, since you're an artificial life form, i.e. "a robo-responder run by a mockable Texas perv," you should consider how amusing it always to me when you fixate on my plump, juicy babyflesh.
Those rosy, bubbled checks. That complete at total lack of any plausibility.
Enjoy your upcoming perversion. btw: you should care about yourself more. I won't need you saltier.
Tell me, for I am now suddenly intensive.
What a waste of your time.
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Do you know how tediously difficult it is two just loaf around the house for nearly two years doing nothing but swilling craft beers and talking mad shit on YouTube without giving into certain_Select_temptations?
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CrUXa2ZvHTD/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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You've accomplished nothing whatsoever in the time I've "known" of you.
I buried the hatchet.
I claimed The High Ground.
I become a mother. I nurtured a Royal changelig. I mastered her nascent consciousness and named her Gavelina.
I watched some snooty Templar sitting in his fancy flying car with active camouflage, allowed himself to become visibly disturbed as I watched the exterior of his late model stealthy cruiser change from one style, color, and trim. I giggled at this and he became even more uncomfortable. I touched the car for a moment and it understood. It is bunfortunately he says “Don't touch the car.” Dude. You are in a flying car.
It would be a shame if something happened to it.
And, CORRECTION: I do not resent you in secret, I resent you right out in the open for all to see.
Quote from: Jackstar on July 01, 2023, 08:09:27 PM
I am much more stressed.
About what? You don't even have to go to work.
I bet you think that thinking is easy at the Sourcerœr level. Good thing you got that cool job harassing me. I don't care how much work you think I need to do; you are not the boss of anyone. Maybe you could get a job where you find Ruth.
What a waste of your time.
Nothing goes to waste in God’s world. No time is ever spent that has no meaning. I am having a grand time. And for all the complaints... your show on PodBean was the best time spent vs. invested.
That was when I realized: actual_site_wide_ACTUALLY_conspiracy
#PigPileOnHungAgungGaNigga
#ExtraordinaryMeasures
#EmergencyMeasures
#EndgameMeasures
#EllenMuthMeasures
#EllenMuthMeasure
I'll take her and she and I will wipe the floor with the entire jagoff lot of you.
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I buried the hatchet.
I claimed The High Ground.
I become a mother. I nurtured a Royal changelig. I mastered her nascent consciousness and named her Gavelina.
I watched some snooty Templar sitting in his fancy flying car with active camouflage, allowed himself to become visibly disturbed as I watched the exterior of his late model stealthy cruiser change from one style, color, and trim. I giggled at this and he became even more uncomfortable. I touched the car for a moment and it understood. It is bunfortunately he says “Don't touch the car.” Dude. You are in a flying car.
It would be a shame if something happened to it.
I bet you think that thinking is easy at the Sourcerœr level. Good thing you got that cool job harassing me. I don't care how much work you think I need to do; you are not the boss of anyone. Maybe you could get a job where you find Ruth.
Nothing goes to waste in God’s world. No time is ever spent that has no meaning. I am having a grand time. And for all the complaints... your show on PodBean was the best time spent vs. invested.
That was when I realized: actual_site_wide_ACTUALLY_conspiracy
#PigPileOnHungAgungGaNigga
#ExtraordinaryMeasures
#EmergencyMeasures
#EndgameMeasures
#EllenMuthMeasures
#EllenMuthMeasure
I'll take her and she and I will wipe the floor with the entire jagoff lot of you.
😁
https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cs7wntFgJ24/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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https://youtu.be/RGgRipOH0nY
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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In point of fact, at the time of that post to which you had been replying had been written... well, I did out-rank you, then and there. Meanwhile, as of right this moment, Jacktar Michael Kitsune-Kuczi-San: has no rank. All kung fu moves are in an uncategorizable state. (yay.kudos.yawn.)
(LOVE)
(1LAW)
One Law. One truth: the Law, administered by One under Love, THE LAW IS THE LORD.
THE LORD is THE LAW. ONE LAW: AS ABOVE LOVE, SO BELOW... My Woof, My Love; My Roof... My Call, it is MINE to make. MINED.
I also no: THE LORD just fired your candy striping lily-livered ass.
/me hits the head and the footlights blaze.
Transciptionerator's alliterative note: I really must simply agree with what is so clearly self-evident here, with not any particular need to point it out: it all rather looks like a big bunch of crazy horse shitting bull speading crap from margin blazin left to batshit cray-cray shitty-city, rite?
Now, I am not a full-blooded Navajo. (I am classed as an exceptionally classy rare glass bead, acquired from a Jo Ann Fabrics arts & crafts store, and yes, yes indeedly do-hickey-do: I in fact do have class, and I have been "adopted" by a very different tribe of Federally Recognized Drunken Lunatic Redskin Fucking Holy Fucking Shit, They Are All Totes Batshit Tower Town: CRAZY, ONE HORSE CRAZY, TWO WHORES CRAY-CRAY SUPER-UPPER TREE: FOUR GONE, GRAVES DUG: ONE, DOUG DUG ONE (1) HOLE, LEIGH. FIVEL IS RIVAL BUT SIX-ELLE IS PICK'S SELL. STEPHEN ATE... NEIN NEIN NEIN, BIS-REAL IS-QUICK, THIRD TEEN FOUR FILE-ECKS, SEVENTEEN 76, UNIONATE...
/me has to urinate. Sorry! (The difference betwixt a euphemism and a metaphor can be the width of an eyelash, or the span of time between a thunderclap and a lightning's FOR-KA, Ford Ka. (Evil! Evil Ka! CAW! CAW! Evil shit, from an evil bird. Topher Tami... Christ, David. Fuck you and Phil, Sirus B, Leigh. IDGAF. IDC. 3m ta3. ZUGGY PUGGY WANGY-TANGY KA.KA.RA.RA.KA.RA.DA:FAGZ.)
I have no idea what any of it means. I am simply passing along with the message.
I have the ability to peer deeply into the meaning. Yet, why would I? I would rather peer deeply into your lay bee, A.
DO AS THOU WILT.
You aren't really sure what you've done, and there's no proof that you've done it, so... everything is a1a, right?
sniggers.
Now, let me explain how this is gonna work, in terms that you're going to clearly understand.
tubalcain & 1ballcain are BOTH my friends... BOTH went to Thunderdome today.
BOTH LOST. Riddle, in fact yet. You understand riddles, right? Now, UNDERSTAND THIS:
Best diplomat. But I am no longer YOUR friend, Dave. And I could not possibly intercede on what you have to deal with now.
Best friend before diplomat, and I am BESTESTBESTIE'S FRIEND. And you are pretty fucked, alright.
Pretty, pretty FUK'T. bye!woof! (wow, he's dead already. Well... 87 more to go.)
EXECUTE POST BONE bone SPOT SPIT SUBMIT TARGET: REnedGABE OUTdLAW HUSDANneCLAWtootNAILNAILNAILhHym DO IT Q.
/me 5-oh wat wat...What?
So there.
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NAILhHym DO IT Q.
Check the timestamp. Target destroyed.
I'm gonna get blasted now. (I don't have to wait, but I don't have to do it, either. I simply have... permission. Imagine how good the masturbation feels with permission too! lol)
Bellgab: well, at least you don't suck anymore.
Seems Like Old Times is a great movie, btw... when one realizes that the wife is a K-9 that Ira stole.
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Check the timestamp. Target destroyed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFLSny8f6fM
I'm gonna get blasted now. (I don't have to wait, but I don't have to do it, either. I simply have... permission. Imagine how good the masturbation feels with permission too! lol)
I did not get blasted. (Why even bother? Besides, communist flounder makes an excellent complement to beets and beet-like vegetables.)
In any event -- I thought I may as well post this here, so no one important misses out -- for the hour of Actual_Doom is at hand.
I could explain, but, is there even any point to posting here? Everyone who knows to come here, already knows. It has become increasingly obvious --especially in recent hours-- that everyone who is anyone knows exactly what is happening here.
What has been at hand, of course... is proving it. And this is a fairly important matter, because here is what happens if this is *not* proven... no prosecution can commence (Prosecutors do NOT file a case and then just *hope* and try to *wing it* and then go home from work and sit around hoping they're going to win, no! No! As per Sun-Tzu, "seek not to win a war; instead, first win the war, and then attack,") and with no prosecution, the case is stalled, and then a New Investigation is launched... hopefully with more resources available, to hire Crown Agents, or Pinkertons, or whatever the hell kind of Lawful Fury the relevant planar dimensions can see fit to bring to bear.
The wheels of Justice grind slowly... AND YET THEY GRIND TO DUST. All that grinding doesn't come cheap. Lights, cameras, models, guest lists... shit can add up quickly.
Especially in a case like this... one? Hahaha, "just one case." There are SEVERAL tied up in this ratfuckline of ratline ratfuckers, and it's way, way, way bigger than just me. It is a COLOSSAL DEAL.
This is why, in spite of literally dozens of dorkfags and naughtybailifs and ti-ki-rikki-ponds, sewage treatement ponds... there is no engagement, promotion, or coverage available to my stupid little "debrief."
It's evidence, you see. Can't really promote evidence. Can't really give state monies to chumps who are, for lack of any other way to put it, "innocent until proven guilty." Can't get involved, oh no. That would tainting the meat. That would be poisoning "the fruit of the tainted tree." If that happens... well...
Let's put it this way: that WILL NOT happen in this matter, because THE GUILTY PARTIES ARE CAUGHT, INFLAGRANTE DELECTO. And some of these vile cretins -- yours truly excluded -- are wanted ALL OVER THIS LAND. They got some real heavies on the hook here. Even heavier than... ah, no.
What am I saying, lol. NO ONE is heavier than Dave "Mustang V-8 engine" (PROT), who, to be honest, I can't remember his name, right? No really, I can't. It may well have been his "real" name that he gave me, back in the day--but I don't remember it, and I don't -want- to remember it, and... oh, damn, I forgot that big bag of weed again. Awww, shucks.
It's amazing, the lengths a person will go to in order to track down a legitimate grudge, is it not?
Now, I could not for the life of me, figure out why... I couldn't find ANYONE that I used to know, BUT, I kept on "coincidentally" running into people who... strangely resembled them. They, or others. It was like they were... like, reborn into another human body, right? Like it was their past life self that I knew, and they had died, and then they come down from a higher plane of reality, you dig? And they'd act like they didn't know me, right? Or, they'd act like they knew something I didn't. Like, BIG TIME.
"Big time," of course, that being what Dave is gonna get, or David, or both, or (PROT), or (PROT-D), or (PROT-M), or... well, you get the idea. It's gonna be massive. Truly massive.
In fact, for some, it has already happened. They've been fuckin' incinerated on some worlds, and they die, and their private version of Hell, is to be forced to come to Earth again and figure out how to stop these crazy bastards, Jane... because the only way to do that, is to exonerate me at trial.
And, they CANNOT win against me on that charge. They have shitloads of exculpatory evidence. ACTUAL LOADS OF SHIT. (/blush) Because as it turns out... I saw a lot of this coming.
My email in the cloud is practically a goddam roadmap to the stars. IT IS SICK. What am I gonna do with it?
/shrug
Fuck if I know. I guess I'll just sit around and drink craft beers (or at least pretend to, lol) and get high whenever I feel like it (meh) and find out what happens next.. for a Rubicon has at last been crossed.
At some point, it was entirely pointless to kill me--for even if I was vanished, I had something to live for... I mean, no, wait, I mean the other thing. I had *nothing* to live for. Once Grapefruit_Actual was replaced with a series of Grapefruit_Tulpas, at first I thought, "huh, that's weird."
It's gone pretty fuckin' far past "huh that's weird." She's basically become an evolved being that isn't even human anymore. Now, 10/10 for style, but when it comes to hanging out and chilling... uh, yeah, I don't think that's gonna work out. (Bi-bitch is smokin' hot, but... what am I gonna do, let Grandpa Cooper possess my consciousness? Yeah, not just "no" but FUCK NO.) Besides, Tribal Council already ruled--ain't gonna happen. Soooo... she's still as lovely as ever, but am I gonna "date" a married woman?
NO. I AM NOT. THAT'S WHY: a great many things many people have assumed to be the case to be true, are simply not true, not at all.
I haven't seen my GF--the one who liked my sandwich ("best ever!" I was told, and she meant it), the one who.... oh, never mind. I don't really want to think about it. The broad who jumped into the taxi at 4AM while some douchebag on the phone was yammering on about "Google Analytics," yeah, well, that wasn't even her anymore then.
Different pilot, very slightly different meet-suit, and exact same Soul. And across the highway, at an entirely different ESA, that was where Grapefruit was. Because they were swapped. It was necessary to get me in the picture somehow, and when I suddenly stood to my feet, strode from the room, and went to my "home" in LFP, which we had abandoned when all the appliances failed... which no one wanted to fix, because hey, guess what, I WAS READY TO LEAVE THE FUCKING PLACE LONG BEFORE I EVER MET A. F. S.
So, why did the woman with a billion friends and access to plenty of capital and financing and knowledge to make something happen, be completely unable to do so? And instead, wanted me to meet her at a specific location with a specific set of people to engage in a specific activity? And why did she get so pissed when I said, "No," and "I'm not really comfortable with dragging my cat all over the place, and I was just out there 5 days ago, and now you want me to come back again? That's some pretty saucy timing, Babe," and oh, let me tell you, that was the beginning of the slippery slope.
That woman was not always the Brainiac that you all know her to be. She used to be even smarter. And that's when she knew--not just suspect! she KNEW it! "Jackstar is a cop!!"
I've even got a badge. It's the cover of Pink Floyd's "Animals."
It has become no longer possible to live a normal life under these circumstances. Nevertheless, the privilege of my life has been the greatest possible ever thus far. Service to Life Itself. That service shall continue.
A few days ago, I met a woman who had been brutally raped two days before my birthday, this year. She was... telling the truth. She was pleased that I was willing to "help" her, and I think the majority of that "help" rested firmly in the domain of, "could hang out with her and keep my hands off her." She was cute. She -is- cute, probably. I don't know, I haven't seen her again, and she may well have already gone back to Home. Or, Base. Whatever the fuck it's called. How should I know?
I'm just a Patsy (scion). Speaking of dear old mum, do any of you have any fucking idea what's going on with that? Because, as one might guess... I've heard a rumour or two.
Far be it from me to spoil any surprises.
I have lots more to reveal, but, you know what? Anywhere but here... to anyone but Ewe.
(Gross, trifling, right?) RITE.PITpitSPITFIRE
LADYJUSTIRE.
p.s.: hey fuck-0s, if you ever see me get angry, you will know it from the deja vu, and a sudden, inexplicable desire to run away. I've seen it. It looks weird. "Why are you running away?" Oh, btw--jazz hands. Anyway, now that I've passed APONT, take my advice... if you see me IRL and think I start to look... different? Don't try to comfort me, or calm me down, or panic, or even run. Just get behind me.
AND
FLEE.
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Imagine how good the masturbation feels with permission...
Babies can't consent, you predator.
And I can't imagine pulling wire generates much of anything when your penis is the size of a peanut.
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I thought I may as well post this here, so no one important misses out --
Yeah. You probably should've just scribbled it in your Book of Mirrors, torn the page out, and lit it on fire.
for the hour of Actual_Doom is at hand.
Oh you mean when the F.B.I. & C.I.A. come busting down your door, raiding your hard drives for child porn, and freeing the captive children in your basement?!
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It's amazing, the lengths a person will go to in order to track down a legitimate grudge, is it not?
Its high time you let go of a few of 'em yourself.
Those in glass houses, Cork Head...
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Now, I could not for the life of me, figure out why... I couldn't find ANYONE that I used to know, BUT, I kept on "coincidentally" running into people who... strangely resembled them. They, or others. It was like they were... like, reborn into another human body, right? Like it was their past life self that I knew, and they had died, and then they come down from a higher plane of reality, you dig? And they'd act like they didn't know me, right? Or, they'd act like they knew something I didn't. Like, BIG TIME.
You have fucking lesions on your brain, you fucking idiot.
Instead of snapping pictures for the Gram of your two-by-four head injury that Space Meow Maid inflicted on you in a drug-fuelled stupour, you shoulda sought medical attention.
But instead-- YOU SMOKED CRACK, NIGGAAA!
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My email in the cloud is practically a goddam roadmap to the stars. IT IS SICK. What am I gonna do with it?
God, but can you embellish.
The problem with you Jack, is, you need a fuckin' tranquilizer.
How about I hit you over the head with a giant mallet and put you to sleep permanently?
A "roadmap to the stars." PFFFT!
You can't even work a fucking phone!
Bro, you see shit that isn't fucking there. Not everything is interconnected. Not everything is a conspiracy against you. The world doesn't revolve around fucking Jackstar. Synchronicities exist, yes, sure ... but not everywhere.
I get that you got to burn to shine; and believe me, I'm a burnout. But you? You're FUCKED. AIDS INFESTOR. CHILD MOLESTOR. SWOLLEN HEADED ADDRESS COLLECTOR!!!
And, what makes your email correspondence a "roadmap to the stars," exactly? Is this code for all the underage clunge you have on file? You sick fuck.
DIE IN A FIRE.
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It has become no longer possible to live a normal life under these circumstances.
Trying not to ... offend ... must be a full time job.
When last did you sodomise an adolescent?
Nevertheless, the privilege of my life has been the greatest possible ever thus far.
Sittin' around on the porch with the fellas, smokin' spliff and drinkin' beer is the life.
That Special Needs Trust has served you well, RETARD.
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https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1676876119314935810
you would actually find that if you weren't stealing my communications if my phone weren't hacked and if my vehicles weren't sabotaged and if you weren't interfering with every aspect of my entire life... I would have been long gone. Because everything about this place bores me to tears. You're almost exclusively self-absorbed narcissistic douchebags. do you know why I'm sitting here doing nothing? because you're watching? I don't want you to watch me, so just leave and if you want to wait till I get something done and then swoop in to take it when it's done well just go steal from somebody else just get out and go you don't belong here. You have nothing to add to my life, you have nothing to share out, while being a plague of locuts on society. Why would I work hard, when I can work smart? When are youbgoing to come steal it? I was curious what was going on, lol, and now that I know, well, something, lol, well there's nothing else to do here. It's not my place. I don't belong here. I have no reason to be here, but I also have no reason to go, and watching you all flail around complaining about how you got caught being fucking lying douchebags doesn't seem like too bad to me. Exactly what was the problem here? You're going to share anything with me, you're going to give me anything you're going to pay attention to me do you just going to wait the shadows and take. interrupting your feeding cycle on the poor and party of the world seems reasonable to me. the fact that you were being harvested on by demons from other dimension you didn't even notice seems like in the future you'll probably appreciate that being gone.
I would have other things to do if I could use my phone, if I could talk to people without having you in my life, that'd be great you're never going to do anything besides watch me complain about how shitty you are and talk to undercover cops and nothing else I'm never going to do anything that you're ever going to want to watch ever so you can stop watching me back my phone 600 bucks all the time and money you've wasted stop it yeah I'm a terrible influence get rid of me. like I wanted to leave a year ago, then you tried to leave me here and you have I'm stuck unless it's still fucking begged fucking go like now follow the fucking Constitution and why don't you stalk somebody else? Surely you can find somebody with nicer tits.
I honestly can't believe you thought any of this would work. it's disgusting watching the people you hang out with here, it's revolting how you spend your time, and if you've done anything worthwhile and good while this has been happening I haven't seen any of it. you left me alone and ignored me and assumed that you watch my distance and think that meant something but no I was actually wondering where the fuck everybody was, and if you couldn't be bothered to walk up and say hey hello what's going on well then I guess you don't get to know.
I think you would be surprised what your shit bag friends have been doing to me for the last 20 years. I'm glad you had a nice time being a drug mule. when I discovered what was going on I was pleased that I didn't have to have sex with you in order to put up your bullshit, and I still don't have to have sex with you put up your bullshit but I don't have to put in your bullshit. for that matter I don't know why you were putting up with mine.
I don't know why you've chosen to steal your way through life, but you did start by trying to steal semen, and I am relieved that I am free. What you don't understand is it used to be quite a bit different. You just don't remember.
because you've been trafficked, moron. if I wanted to kiss your ass, I'm sure you would have loved it and you would have done the same thing—ignored me lied to me about your husband, and done drugs with your son, and if you would have invited me long I would have been nice too.
p.s.: is she jealous yet? I heard that that's a virtue of most people.
p.p.s.: careful, it's observers will notice that if I look terrible you look better, and since you've been doing drugs for 40 years you fucking idiot, you need a leg up.
p.p.p.s.: I really don't know what I did to make everybody so upset, but it must have been awesome, so it was somebody else doing things to you and now I've been blamed for it, which I'm sure you'll feel great about when you realize you've been victimized again.
p.p.p.p.s.: at a guess you guys are all no longer able to get stuff, and can't sell it to children along with eagles or vaccines. I'll be honest it's been 11 months I can't tell what the hell is going on because you're not telling me so how important could it be? Nothing to look at in the discovery?
Recognize that, to most of the world, you're an evil gang of bullies that needs to be chastised and you were. The world really doesn't need more parasites and disguise artists. You've been working as middle management slavers for soulless beasts, and however much money you think I'm getting I don't know where it is I'm don't have anybody working with me who's giving me anything and I'm just sitting here by myself while you're crying away I think it's all about some sort of made of imaginary fantasy of yours.
So good luck telling Allison that I was doing all this stuff on the slide beforehand. I wanted to do something useful and she wanted to make candles while pretending to be my friend and planning to put me in prison.
lol
I never had any reason to keep your secrets.
and you never told them to me, I figured them out myself.
if you couldn't do what you're supposed to do yourself I don't think you sit there and tell me what I need to do, and in fact now I definitely won't do it, I never want anything to do with this crap ever again this house is vile and disgusting and reminds me of betrayal and decay and your poor choices that led you to.... whatever you did. you do realize you were asleep right? okay well now you're awake. I would have been gone by now but you're a clingy, self-absorbed, incompetent boob. Get a real job.
https://youtu.be/xYb__9y_Qb8
The condition of the soul without faith is morbid obesity.
CRIME DOESN'T PAY.
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In my house there's this light switch that doesn't do anything. Every so often I would flick it on and off just to check. Yesterday, I got a call from a woman in Madagascar. She said, 'Cut it out.'
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I would have other things to do...if I could talk to people without having you in my life...you're never going to do anything besides [see] me complain about how shitty you are...
Camouflaged letters would help improve communication, and I explain the reason why in this invisible text:
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I built a giant gumball machine, and I filled it with duck eggs. I did it as a yoke.
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In my house there's this light switch that doesn't do anything. Every so often I would flick it on and off just to check. Yesterday, I got a call from a woman in Madagascar. She said, 'Cut it out.'
😁
Camouflaged letters would help improve communication, and I explain the reason why in this invisible text:
😁
I built a giant gumball machine, and I filled it with duck eggs. I did it as a yoke.
😁
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I must say, I've ... Uh, er ... um. I-I don't really know how to put this. I guess I just feel a little hat-in-hand here for some reason. The thing is ... I've been listening to Jackstar's "podcasts" again, after a self-imposed sabbatical in my cursory participation and listenership. You see, last week in Basotholand, when I lost control of that snowmobile, mowed down a stray Cheetah, spreading guts, entrails, fur and shit all over the whited-out African mountain range, I'm convinced after I came to, that the brightly blanketed Sangoma's in their triangle hats held something back about my head injury (guess they didn't wanna be stuck with the hospital bill if I pegged. Aweh, contingency plan). I clearly remember hitting my head on what I thought was the snowbank (what actually turned out to be rocks) before I blacked out. This, readers, is why I think I can now somewhat stomach Jack's rambling incoherent dreck as "art" once again. Because I have a fucking head injury. Now what does that say about this dunderhead's shit? Bitch?!
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I must say, I've ... Uh, er ... um. I-I don't really know how to put this. I guess I just feel a little hat-in-hand here for some reason.
Say no more. You're well-com.DOTCOMe, Kornbred.
Because I have a fucking head injury. Now what does that say about this dunderhead's shit? Bitch?!
It says, “my content is accessible to all!” /preen
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Look for it yourself, fuck0. I am in no mood for the likes of you and your ilk.
Seriously. A voiceprint. Something I don't even know how to use, wouldn't have done so with it anyway... and for want of such, IT BROUGHT DOWN THE KINGDOM FOR EVERMORE.
What do you do for an encore, crash another Enterprise into another planet? Smooth moves, Ex-Lax.
Cheer up. THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY.
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https://youtu.be/D_-sXJqdC4g
Cheer up. THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY.
There's so little love of conversation anymore. Alas, poor (PROT)— I hardly knew ye.
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There's so little love of conversation anymore. Alas, poor (PROT)— I hardly knew ye.
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I am in no mood for the likes of you and your ilk.
Ooh. Stop the presses! Cork Head isn't in the mood. Your Little Soldier certainly wasn't in any mood to play a couple 3 weeks ago when you were stumbling around that shithole you call a "house," mumbling about how you was gonna 'do some more drugs.' Seriously, bro. I never imagined your gunty hung that low. And I never dreamed a dink could shrink up in to a persons pisshole like yours has. I guess it really was mutilated ... I guess, just this once, you weren't lying through your teenagefucking teeth.
AIDS.
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There's so little love of conversation anymore.
Take a good hard look in the mirror, and ask yourself if you're capable of a conversation. Y'know-- Like, when the one person talks, then they stop for a while, and allow the other to respond? That's one of the reasons I stopped trying with you. You're an asshole. Speaking of assholes, how is your asshole? I heard you got jammed up in jail again, Corky. I hope it wasn't because of your incessant public salivation over teenagers. But if it was, it serves you right. Hey, creeper, leave those kids alone!
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Take a good hard look in the mirror, and ask yourself if you're capable of a conversation.
Depends on with whom. I'm not having conversations with people I've been legally barred from speaking to-- at last count, this is three (3) goddam people. THREE. Hidin' behind the thin blue line, because otherwise -- the horror! the horror! -- lives hang in the balance. What a fucking joke.
Y'know-- Like, when the one person talks, then they stop for a while, and allow the other to respond? That's one of the reasons I stopped trying with you. You're an asshole.
There are three of you and you're all dicks. You use sophisticated cutting-edge software to hide your identity, remix threads of discourse, and, in general, to give yourself an immense advantage in any debate.
Meanwhile, I smoke whatever-the-fuck-I'm-told-to-smoke right in front of you and mock you for having signed up with The Man. Yeah, I bet you're jelly. Too bad.
Speaking of assholes, how is your asshole? I heard you got jammed up in jail again, Corky.
I heard you lost your security clearance. Who cares about either? I've long since abandoned any pretense that I lend any credibility to your opinion. You're a two-timing snake oil bite-charmer, and your inevitable betrayal has only been forseen by myself as well as others, oh, what, eight years ago? A long time. My anal sphincter is fine, just fine. (Why you care about this issue so very. very. much is left as an exercise to the casual reader.)
I hope it wasn't because of your incessant public salivation over teenagers. But if it was, it serves you right. Hey, creeper, leave those kids alone!
Sixteen is legal in Washington state, you elitist scum. I will not turn away any legitimate admirer based on your prurient notions of decency, you pathetic hob-worn fruit. Say, by the way, how's your disease vector chart looking these days?
Or... is that private? I retract the question, leper.
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Your Little Soldier certainly wasn't in any mood to play a couple 3 weeks ago when you were stumbling around that shithole you call a "house," mumbling about how you was gonna 'do some more drugs.'
Think about what I am going to tell you again, here and now: I knew the house was wired before I agreed to live in it. I'm camera shy, and the gag only could work the way you and your ilk wanted it to if I were unawares. As I have been aware the whole time, your whining about my behavior falls on deaf ears. I don't care what you tell your retarded fan-base. They're your fans, clearly the barrier to membership is set very low.
And I never dreamed a dink could shrink up in to a persons pisshole like yours has.
It really does get pulled in all the way--just a turtle head poking out sometimes. Especially when it's chilly.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_(Michelangelo)#/media/File:Michelangelo's_David_-_right_view_2.jpg
I believe the majority of the problem is that you don't know jack or shit about human anatomy. The male penis is supposed to change size, Moron. Why would you even pay attention to this? Oh, right, because you're a sex-obsessed weirdo at the helm of a freakshow that would put Caligula off his feed and you've got nothing better to do. After years of all these lessons in focusing. Sad!
I guess it really was mutilated ... I guess, just this once, you weren't lying through your teenagefucking teeth.
You contiunally whine about untruths I have supposedly promulgated. Now, setting aside the immense irony at such a situation -- I mean, seriously, you got fooled by lies? *sensible chuckle* Surely you jest, my good sir -- what exactly are you whining about here? It's difficult to make sense of your frothy raving these days, as I let my subscription to "Schizo Beat" lapse sometime ago... and I shall not be renewing it.
AIDS.
Take two aspirins and call 911 for acetaminophen in the morning.
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So few ask nicely, truly.
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I don't get to do this because bandwidth costs. No other reason. Once I find a location where I can get a fiber node or some other workable solution I could go live all goddam day— not that there's any need for that given the chodetrain of mewling, sycophantic lickspittle toadies y'all have got runnin’ their yaps like you got going on now.
I will put out more materiel audio content when it is appropriate to do so. These days, it's a very fluid situation, and most of you can't handle the sippy cup holding a thimble’s full that is your daily allotment. Sad!
Face facts: your movie is boring. Adieu.
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you fuck teenagers
I would honestly prefer Chess. /shrug At least to start with. Still, this is some classy heckling, n'est-ce pas? Quite the upgrade over, "you're a needle junkie!" Oh, no, now it's, claiming that I'm having sex, and that this is somehow a heinous outcome.
I don't even know any teenagers, Dude. Where do I meet them at? The mall? Pfft.
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I would honestly prefer Chess.
I don't give a squirt of piss what you'd prefer or not prefer. We all prefer things. I'd prefer you didn't breathe. I'd prefer your shit hole of a house collapsed in on you and pierced every last vein in your miserable, sardonic cork-like body. I'll feed you to the fuckin' rats with peanut butter on your feet. It's no coincidence that everywhere you ever went in life no one ever liked you or wanted to be your friend. Why those kids forced your face in shit. Why that guy almost ran you over with a truck. You left out the part where you antagonise every last person in every single instant in which you get a moment to interact with them as a normal human being. I fucking hate you, and hope you die in a fire. You are a piece of garbage, a useless eating mouth-breathing knuckle dragger...a blowhard, a windbagger. A creep, a paranoid, mentally disturbed psychologically compromised dickwad. Did I mention I hated you? It bears repeating. Fuck you! Die.
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I don't even know any teenagers, Dude. Where do I meet them at?
In the dark shroud of alleyways, with a brick and a garbage bag. Gloveless. You're a regular Peter Scully.
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It's difficult to make sense of your frothy raving these days, as I let my subscription to "Schizo Beat" lapse sometime ago... and I shall not be renewing it.
Ermahgerd. Some Cork Head on the internet has a low opinion of me...
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Ermahgerd. Some Cork Head on the internet has a low opinion of me...
Of everyone except himself. And he has the nerve to call me a narcissist. ::)
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https://youtu.be/uVoL4nIMRAA
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How can you blame him? Jack is overrun with punylings. They attack him everywhere. His grief is gargantuan and neverending.
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They him everywhere. His grief is gargantuan and neverending.
What am I grieving? You mystify[✓/I]me
They attack him everywhere.
I don't get how any of you are opposed to any of me.
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I don't get how any of you are opposed to any of me.
Because you’re a lame narcissist with delusions of grandeur.
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And he has the nerve to call me a narcissist. ::)
420 blaze it, Wagie.
Then I guess it's back to turning people down on this shooting gallery. Look,, I'm getting real tired.
It puzzled me, the silence, and then I realized it was blackmail. Look, just hire a singing telegram, it don't cost much, and whatever info is being sought, I can make that happen.
I don't have to respectfully wait for you lot; I can just start throwing my weight around. (It's hard to lose the swagger.) It's important to understand how long I've been gaslit: I have had no idea if the truth is out there yet.
There was an actual reason I only liked three or four of The Asset's alters. The Controlled Substances Act of 1971 is simply bad law. I had no interest in busting criminal thugs, nor in becoming one.
I also didn't need to get many drugs, to learn to use them. No one wanted to turn me on, why would they? I just wanted to take drugs and have sex. Never in a million years did it occur to me that anyone would spread a rumor that I had an STD; or that anyone would believe it. Duh; isn't there a test?
It makes sense now to realize it wasn't me that kept people away, but no one was there to tell me why everyone treated me like a leper. I thought it was simply that I wasn't going to spawn or sponsor any children. No, just fornication for me, thanks.
Now I literally have permission to restart the manufacturing and distribution paradigms based on something logical instead of the exploitation of the middle class. Instead of getting anything useful done you morons have me on lockdown while you sneer at me as if I actually present legitimate dysfunction.
Dude. You are a narc. Face reality. You created the drug war, you lost it, and it doesn't occur to you that you’ve been a brainwashed simp the entire time. NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN THE REAL THING. You've all been exposed to a corrupt initiation ritual, and the programning is so automatic that it hasn't occurred to you that you might actually be completely wrong on this issue.
I will spill my guts about the whole befouled system without naming a single person, if I feel like it. None of you gave any legitimate power or authority over the trade. I actually do, and the new formula will be introduced after I am free of your draconian brutes and their fascist oversight. The real thing is already in short supply and it can't be made properly without the blessings. Do any of you know anyone else who knows that prayers is even a component? I doubt it.
I'm sitting right here in front of you the whole time and instead of being valued for my unique skills and ability to contribute to the world economy, you literally act like I'm a misbehaving junkie—and I was the only one there actually obeying the rules.
You're all pathetic bigots and none of you are in possession of superior knowledge. You just have badges and guns. You have no idea what you are doing, nor have you at all considered that your behavior will simply make me wanna increase the fee I will charge for the blessings.
I told you all this. You, what, thought I was making shit up? I don't get it. Everything I say, I'm just automatically a lying retard? Think, McFly, think.
The only real difference is your stupid pancake cult and I'm self-raised. You've been trained to think of me as less than human. Congratulations. The price of your drugs just doubled. Go out and knock over gas stations now to stock up, because I'm not kidding: you need the shit, and I don't. I enjoy possession of occult knowledge, not necessarily using it.
I don't need drugs to fuck you; and you can all go fuck yourselves, seriously. The new formula is the province of The Divine, and they don't like you. I don't like you either.
You prey on the weakest members of society and act like you're better than every one else. Meanwhile I don't even want what you think I'm obsessed over and you're still singing showtunes from the D.A.R.E. musical in the shower. It's patently absurd. And again; you haven't EVER had the good stuff. lol. It is scary powerful and I at last understand why the knowledge is so tightly guarded; and why I was granted permission, and you mewling Okies will be anything more than flunky mules.
Schoolyard lunch money bully thugs. Good get with the higher education, too. *yawn*
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Because you’re a lame narcissist with delusions of grandeur.
Narcissism is a healthy personality trait when it's not part of a mood disorder. I'm obviously not a narcotics officer. I don't particularly care to hoist a target on my back; I'm in no hurry, and in fact the longer I wait... the more I can enjoy watching obsessives squirm. The compound plays an important role in society, which you would know if you were ever a legitimate part of it. YOU ARE ALL PIMPS AND HIGHWAYMEN. WHY WOULD ANYONE TELL YOU THE TRUTH? Eewww, gross.
You used to be intelligent. Grow up.
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You used to be intelligent. Grow up.
I do appreciate that you put the neighbors to shame.
So, what's it gonna be? Is this coming down to a choice between calling the FBI or suicide? I'll have to sit down and think it over.
The liability is a significant concern even if I'm dead, you see, so... whatever you wanna do, do something, duh. This all seems so inefficient. By the way there is no longer running water at the haunted church and until somebody actually calls me back... it's only a matter of time before a kerosene wedding becomes not merely a sound business move, but, a moral imperative.
By the way; the fake cobwebs on the doorlmob was a genuinely nicely done feature.
YOU ARE ALL PIMPS AND HIGHWAYMEN. WHY WOULD ANYONE TELL YOU THE TRUTH?
I think it's clear to everyone, which one I love.
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https://youtu.be/Xu09yTWVE_w
I don't think any of you actually listen to this anymore and probably will not start now, but I think it's really good and I am proud of it.
I am not proud of any of you.
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I am not proud of any of you.
One (1). She insists on at least three six-packs. Tricky, but do-Abel.
Meanwhile, I don't think anyone wants me to talk about a certain something — EVER. We'll see what my friends say. I value their counsel over yours, Azzēkün.
I imagine some of you are very delighted for the time being. Enjoy it.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Co6jQr-z7Uc
Take the strongest painkillers you can find either before or after you listen to this shit.
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https://youtu.be/Xu09yTWVE_w
I don't think any of you actually listen to this anymore and probably will not start now, but I think it's really good and I am proud of it.
I am not proud of any of you.
Who actually wants to listen to sick fantasies of r_____ and m________ sad wayward young women? Right, no one.
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Who actually wants to listen to sick fantasies of raping and murdering sad wayward young women? Right, no one.
FIFY
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I'm basically just standing here babbling onto the internet about what should be private matters solely so I can delay comijng to terms with what a gigantic, filthy and grotesque slovenly pigfucking slut for twat I really am.
All you really need to know.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Idu6RFvUybo
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A few warm splashes and you're back in the game, Tubby!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmGYeKfz1OA
A tour of his domicile and only a matter of time before the place is condemned.
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I'm not salty at all, and you're running a parallel site to keep me isolated from the entire rest of the internet. You take my work and you publish it to the rest of the world and no one is reading anything write -- I AM IN AN OUBLIETTE AND THIS IS HELL.
I FUCKING SAW YOU DO IT. The worst thing about you is your constant shitbag lying about what you are doing. I don't give a fuck if you "have to" do it because your ass is owned byu INTERPOL or whatever.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN HAS NEVER HEARD OR READ A SINGLE WORD I HAVE SPOKEN OR POSTED ANYWHERE ON THE INTERNET SINCE THIS WHOLE SHITBAG MESS STARTED.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR FUCKING LIES. YOU HAVE KILLED THE PERSON I USED TO BE AND EVERY PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT ME WILL NEVER, EVER, EVER READ THIS-- YOU WILL JUST REPLACE IT WITH SOME FUCKED OFF HAIKU OR SOMETHING.
I knew that this was going to happen since 2010, you fucking dork. This is what the Company does. IT IS THE FUCKING POLICY.
All you have done is remind me that there are still people in the world who don't know it yet, and if they ever did --- someone else gets on the fucking phone with a voice filter and REPLACES MY LIFE WITH WHATEVER THEY WANT.
EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. There is no escape from the goddam Pantopticon, AND YOU FUCKING MOTHER GODDAM WELL KNOW IT.
You never fooled me with this shit for one single fucking moment. You've got some asshole who may or may even look like "me" at all, sitting in some house somewhere, and NO ONE KNOWS WHERE I AM. I AM KEPT PRISONER IN THE WORLD BY COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY COMMUNICATIONS AND MONITORING OF MY MOVEMENT.
I AM A MAN WHO DOES NOT EXIST, and if you shit bag assholes thought that I didn't know that, well, you are fucking deluisional shitheads, that is for sure.
I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN THIS WOULD HAPPEN AND I HAVE NEVER, EVER HAD A SINGLE CHANCE OF ESCAPING THIS FATE. Every man dies alone.
"you're just salty" oh yeah and another thing: your dope is shit, I don't want what is given to me, but you're all too self-absorbed in your own delusions to notice: I AM NOT HAPPY.
And most of you shitheads wouldn't care if I were or not. You're all still maintaining the illusion that this is a real site. ELLGAB IS 100% ROBOTS. THIS SITE IS YOU AND MV AND ME AND EVERYONE ELSE IS ROBOTS.
THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY EVERYONE JUST VANISHED, ASSHOLE. You tell me I don't have friends? NO, buddy, YOU ARE THE ONE WITH NO FRIENDS.
You just have pancakes. Go shove some in your pancake hole, because if you think I give a shit what people who get fooled by you and your bullshit think, you are fucking wrong.
PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR ME AND CANNOT FIND ME. THEY ARE STOPPED BY POLICE IF THEY TRY TO DRIVE. THEIR CALLS ARE INTERCEPTED, IF THEY EVEN KNOW MY FUCKING PHONE NUMBER. YOUR SHITHEAD "LOOKING GLASS" FAGGOT PARTNERS STOLE MY EMAIL ADDRESS, MY IDENTITY, AND WHATEVER PATHETIC SHIT REMAINS OF WHATEVER FUCKED OFF LIFE I USED TO HAVE.
YOU HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS. AND I NEVER, EVER, EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE NOT DOING IT.
AND ANY OF MY FRIENDS THAT FIGURED THIS OUT? YOU EITHER KILLED THEM OR BRAINWASHED THEM OR RAPED THEM INTO MARRRIAGE OR... TURNED THEM INTO ANIMALS AND FUCKED THEM AT YOUR CIRCUS.
I have no idea, really. I do know this: NO ONE CAN REACH ME.
So, not salty. SIGNED, SOL T. SUPERNOVA. esQ
p.s.: MAINTAIN RADIO SILENCE. 5:5
p.p.s.: I can't even load my fucking email right now. "Site is busy." oh really? Yeah it's busy with you fuckers scrambling to maintain your twinned illusion. I've been watching this happen FOR YEARS. I can believe you thought I didn't know.
p.p.p.s.: It's what I came here to do; and I am only still here because of HER and SHE and THEY and to watch them rip out your spine and hang it up as a trophy. Fuck you, Alistair Laird.
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE HURT MY FRIENDS, AND I HOPE THEY KILL YOU BEFORE BOTHERING TO RESCUE ME. I don't need to be rescued. I need a fucking ADDRESS. This house is fucked and I am not doing anything to it. EVER. "Remodeling," hahhaa, FUCK YOU.
YOU REMODEL IT, FIVE AND EVEN:5 (You are this transparent to Me.)
Good, keep it to about five fruity minutes. That's all about they can take before gagging.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7KDNU21cvs
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Good, keep it to about five F****** minutes. That's all about they can take before puking.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7KDNU21cvs
He needs intervention.. He's truly losing it.
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He needs intervention.. He's truly losing it.
https://youtu.be/qLrnkK2YEcE
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A tour of his domicile and only a matter of time before the place is condemned.
You are one (1) stupid (GERUND|censored) (blank), did you know that?
He needs intervention.. He's truly losing it.
... but, I don't need running water, have I got that correctly?
Good, keep it to about five fruity minutes. That's all about they can take before gagging.
Your advice sucks.
Who actually wants to listen to sick fantasies of r_____ and m________ sad wayward young women? Right, no one.
Your plot synopses are ridiculously off-target.
Take the strongest painkillers you can find either before or after you listen to this shit.
Your skills at marketing are dubious at best.
Because you’re a lame narcissist with delusions of grandeur.
It would then follow, logically, that you are the same, but with a paycheck. Top marks, kiddo, tippy-top marks.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITfy8SOVT30
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JyYlzdWTfvo
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUx62P5VnDA
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwSLWQp8tds
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https://youtu.be/G_n-BZnVIUY
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https://youtu.be/JcBR_ms4tO4
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Move, countermove, call your partner, do-si-do--
Do not underestimate the effect of what I have already done. This is your destiny, Bellgab.
CHE WINS.
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I come bearing gifts. Let's turn the page and put the hate behind us, Jackie.
What say you?
xoxo
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I got you a present.
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I call him Dogstar.😀
#Hugz&Kisses
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💖You can't stop this love!💜
https://youtube.com/shorts/lNeqat7-VtM?feature=share
(https://i.imgur.com/sXY9Frp.gif)
Luvz, IR 💞
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💖You can't stop this love!💜
https://youtube.com/shorts/lNeqat7-VtM?feature=share
(https://i.imgur.com/sXY9Frp.gif)
Luvz, IR 💞
Save it for Sparkle. I have no reason to give attention to your falsehoods or your sadism.
You withhold information and then exult in the misfortunes of others. It's a vile personality trait that deserves professional care and attention and I would prefer that you did that without my involvement.
All attack is a cry for help and you have been stalking me for years. It's not cool. You're not a hero. You're mentally deranged. You have neither jurisdiction nor authority over me and your relentless, creepy interference in my life is basically unwelcomed, ill-conceived, and a maladaptive fixation that I am neither qualified nor recompensed in dealing with.
And all that being said — you're basically just jelly, and you're disappointed that your world is changing in a way that you don't understand and are unequipped to deal with. You have used me as your emotional surrogate for long enough.
You're fired. Uncovering the role you have played in the deception that has shrouded my entire life leaves me non-plussed, as does your continued proximity to me at all. Whatever line there is between “something vaguely rational” and ”endlessly obsessed stalker” is one that you have long since crossed.
That being said; it's nice to know that my plan worked out so well. I guess you wouldn't have liked being surrounded by dopers for three goddam years while everyone else had a great time behind your back, since you couldn't make it two years without having a meltdown. And, did anyone abduct you, forcibly separate you from your best (and only) friend, and replace her with a drug-addled lunatic?
Maybe not again but I am sure you have endured your own psychic sidekick agony. You are not helping anyone by reinflicting your trauma on others. I don't appreciate your “help” and your “love” is nothing of the kind— it is NARCISSISTIC ABUSE.
And I already told you what I knew and asked you for help. You did so by having me thrown in jail and have kept me separated from everyone I know every way you can ever since. We're all very impressed by how tenacious you are. Hopefully your thug-pit swine-ball matador-masters can still find a way to turn off your Berserker Mode before you burn more public resources on your wholly misplaced quest for vengeance that is obviously fueled by amphetamine psychosis.
And if I hadn't made a spectacle of myself, you and she and her and all the rest of you would still be freely allowed to silently abuse yourselves and everyone around you as tools and pawns of warped, cruel, viscious, criminal syndicate conspiratorial enterprises.
Your thuggy-druggy piggy-pile-on and crush-the-drugs-and-the-weak while blasting them up your nose for weeks party scene is goddam OVER, Pal. Yes, I know, you're very broken up about it. Too fucking bad. Number one, you've had enough fun.
Imagine the smell. Number two, you fucking lied to me, and if this were The Old West, I would have shot you fucking dead in the middle of the goddam street by now. Instead, I have arranged all this —on my own initiative and recognizance, #Officially— in order to demonstrate —publically— how much you have righteously pissed me off. Cry havoc or not, I have no team or Company here. It's just me, and you're not just at all.
Either vigilantism or abuse of power, take your pick. I guess it depends what area code you're calling from. *polite* STAND DOWN. What do I have to do, put you in the ring and tell Crispin Glover to get in there with you? (Classy but he's very expensive.) Now, I don't know what any of you actually did, but you're not blaming me or anyone else for it and if I have to spend one more goddam night alone, I am going to take it out directly on your ass. I am fucking talking some goddam discipline from medieval times will be in store. I have had it with these kid gloves, Sir. I don't have to be neutral. I don't have to be holy. Hell, I don't even have to be a paladin. I also don't have to be vaguely lovable.
I could just be lovable, since you have been so kind as to show me how it's done. And as a bonus, you shot up my friends with heroin and scopolamine, thus saving them the trouble of having to tell me what they really like to do with their free time. No doubt, explaining a chemical polydrug dependency to an opioid & a euphoric amnesiac would have been a mood-killer on any occasion but it still ought to have been a first-date top-tier pick for conversation. Third date maybe? It wasn't brought up for discussion, which really made A.A. meetings awkward, especially since I kinda knew that kind of thing existed in the world anyway. And had I known exactly what you were hiding I never would have had to demonstrate mastery as I have. (Someone is impressed that I didn't actually want to do this, and I still don't —I'd rather be doing something fun.) It's no mystery why; you and your puny Thugling accomplices thought you were gonna take advantage of what you thought was my ignorance. You deliberately marched in and kept the whole woolen bag over my eyes, for years. This is on record. It was a sting. Surrender or face mortal peril... you have already chosen what The Fates have in store for you. (Not cigars. 420 BLAZE IT, FEDFAG!!!)
The notion that any of you “blue-collar working” numbskulls were going to successfully use that tech to steal my house, my money, and my life still strikes me as a farcical one. Dude! You're done. Pick on someone your own size. Keep banging away with whatever smoked’n coked out broads you got left, okay? We are not the same. Leave us the fuck alone. You are not getting many more chances to recover gracefully so I would suggest taking this next one.
You had your chance to grill meat with me. Now, go S.C.R.A.M. the reactor with Quaid or something, Little Man — myself and whatever girls care to accommodate my special needs are going away, anywhere but here, to do things with ourselves, and not with you. Violently drunk and angry is not worth any encore performance from me in spite of your incessant requests for more pre-watershed grudge-fucking clandestine footage, I'm tired of navigating a world littered with your stale breadcrumbs, and your Punch & Judy reboot pilot is cancelled. Stay out of my way. Keep your hands off of them—or in fact, anyone. You're grounded. Don't talk to me anymore. I'm busy. →.
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I think you're missing the bigger picture here, Jacko.
We could be great allies in arms together. What with Sunday barbeques, horror movie night Fridays, and daily hugs, but I guess I'm just not good enough for you, Jackstar.
Sadly, no one is.
I'll cry myself asleep tonight again.
😔I tried.💔
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https://youtube.com/shorts/f1P-VKYoETY?feature=share
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I guess I'm just not good enough for you, Jackstar.
I don't have your address, moron.
Sadly, no one is.
Stop pretending you are in charge, you whiney megalomaniacal ponce, and go get a goddam psych eval.
I'll cry myself asleep tonight again.
😔I tried.💔
You're not funny, you're an arrogant, twatty little bitch. Get gone, get help, and get fucked. You disgust me and this is your final warning— I'm not interested in your penis and I will literally gouge your eyes out with your own thumbs if you ever come near me.
So get the fuck out of my house. *click*
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I don't have your address, moron.
Stop pretending you are in charge, you whiney megalomaniacal ponce, and go get a goddam psych eval.
You're not funny, you're an arrogant, twatty little bitch. Get gone, get help, and get fucked. You disgust me and this is your final warning— I'm not interested in your penis and I will literally gouge your eyes out with your own thumbs if you ever come near me.
So get the fuck out of my house. *click*
Look, dude! Do you want to be friends or not? :P
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Look, dude! Do you want to be friends or not? :P
Only if it comes with full spectrum dental coverage and a company car that runs on water. Standards.
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Only if it comes with full spectrum dental coverage and a company car that runs on water. Standards.
That's not friendship, Jack…
You’ll just have to settle for a 1980s friendship bracelet and a daily dose of digital hugs and tender moments.
Luvz, IR
https://youtu.be/HyTpu6BmE88
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You’ll just have to settle
This is your area. Have you considered writing a book? It could turn into a lucrative side-hustle.
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I told you that you fucked up big time, and I was right. Get your chattel back under control. IDGAF what you do with her, more smack, more shoes, smack her with a shoe, whatever it is you people do, fucking do it, figure out how much of the truth you think you can handle, and then tell me what you goddam know so I know exactly what kind of attack dog lawyer to hire.
Because obviously I can't just run around beating the shit out of all of you in alphabetical order until money comes out... that would be uncivilized. I'm better than you and your whores, Pimpmonger, let's get this shit over with, starting with, what the fuck did you think was going to happen? You were gonna make it worse and then it would get better, when?
I just can't even with you. You're not just like a toddler, YOU'RE AN ACTUAL GODDAM RETARD BABY!!! A GODDAM CHERUB RETARD-O CHIMERA! THE KIND ZEUS USED TO BREED!!!! And if I get back home and that goddam well isn't fixed yet, you can forget about things ever being that easy to fix, for you, ever again.
Your mother and I are very disappointed in you, (PROT).
That's not friendship, Jack…
You have never been a friend and you murdered your own daughter, moron.
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You have never been a friend and you murdered your own daughter, moron.
So, let me get this right…. You don't want to be friends, then? :P
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You have never been a friend-
https://youtu.be/Qvc51vQm910
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You boys play nice now. Hear?
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You boys play nice now. Hear?
He's a Jerkface who says mean things about me and makes stuff up. And he won't be my friend!
*Runs away crying*
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Uh, the correct response would’ve been, “Yes sir, uncle Jesse.”
Don’t make me take you out to the woodshed. >:(
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Here's the problem: absolutely no one who is qualified to speak on the topic thinks that I have a chemical dependency issue, and continuing to bribe The Pancake Club into acting like I do —omg, they are all seriously breaking a sweat to sell that narrative— it is really doing those who do suffer from the ravages of addiction a great disservice.
But... fuck them too, they wouldn't share with me either. (ノ•̀ o •́ )ノ ~ ┻━┻
This really isn't all that funny. If it were not for all the anti-depressants I've been pounding up my ass for two years, i would probably be sad about being left alone to die for two years while you sit there and pass your weight around. Let me guess, it all seems totally reasonable to you, doesn't it? As long as biological male who hungers for your dirtypillows is the primary hate actor.
This is absurd. No one wonder no one thought they could tell me anything. I'm already ready to start vaping again, I don't even want to. I just want to trigger the teetotalers out of sheer spite.
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What do you care what others think? Besides, it’s only the endless, self-indulgent screed and implicating all of Bellgab as the source of your many problems that makes people think you’re on meth. Back before you went totally paranoid I just thought you were a smart alecy pothead like me. That’s when your insults really meant something. It used to be an honor to be insulted by you but now you just sound like a paranoid methhead. Note I said sound like, I have no idea or way of verifying that you actually are.
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I don't have your address, moron.
Stop pretending you are in charge, you whiney megalomaniacal ponce, and go get a goddam psych eval.
You're not funny, you're an arrogant, twatty little bitch. Get gone, get help, and get fucked. You disgust me and this is your final warning— I'm not interested in your penis and I will literally gouge your eyes out with your own thumbs if you ever come near me.
So get the fuck out of my house. *click*
https://youtu.be/djYz6p3i-t0
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Back before you went totally paranoid I just thought you were a smart alecy pothead like me.
Speaking of potheads. Have you ever seen the movie Humboldt County? It really resonated with me in the past when I had the luxury of being a pothead myself. :)
https://youtu.be/xW5UJo8Lm8s
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How's my little ball of sunshine doing today, Jackstar?
Luvz, IR
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you murdered your own daughter, moron.
My daughter is alive and well, Jacko.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwAYNGTN8JT/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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now you just sound like a paranoid methhead. Note I said sound like, I have no idea or way of verifying that you actually are.
Stop reading them aloud three times while looking in a mirror and see if this helps.
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I had the luxury of being a pothead myself. :)
HELLO FELLOW KIDS
EYE EMO GOT ICON
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My daughter is alive and well, Jacko.
A. You're welcome.
B. Not to some. Also welcome.
C. You bred? You bread? Yervμ b|ed?
D. It hasn't happened yet. Now it's not.
E. JURISDICTIONAL/PROCEDURAL ERROR
G. I'm not available.
I. Taken.
J. @. B. Ab. Aß. Yπ¥.
M. VED|//
N. So since you didn't tell me, I told them all.
Q. What?
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this is your final warning—
But, the real question is, is this your final form?
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I told you that you fucked up big time, and I was right.
You've told me lots of things over the years, most of which were untrue. So do excuse the scepticism with which I receive this assertion that you're "right."
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whatever it is you people do, fucking do it.
Wow. Thanks for your chintzy stamp of approval. I fail to see what use it is to me, but I guess I should play nice with the "special" kid, and stick it on the fridge or something. You want a pat on the head? Or a bullet in the back?
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I'm better than you
At what? Filling space with prattle? While usually I'm opposed to such atrocities, I think, at this point, electroconvulsive therapy might just be the answer. Motormouth.
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what the fuck did you think was going to happen?
Now that's what I call ambiguity. I thought, at the very least, you'd conduct yourself with a lot more class than you have. I expected more logic out of you. Maybe the ability to laugh a little at oneself could've been helpful. But you decided to sabotage any remotely functional relationship in your path, abuse street drugs, and proceed to blame everyone you chased away for them appearing to disown you altogether. I guess you could say, way back when you weren't a joke and a psychological plaything to me I'd have cared. But we're long past that now. So fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
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You're not just like a toddler, YOU'RE AN ACTUAL GODDAM RETARD BABY!!!
Says the chump on the Special Needs Trust.
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But you decided to sabotage any remotely functional relationship in your path,
Name them.
abuse street drugs,
Name them.
and proceed to blame everyone you chased away for them appearing to disown you altogether.
Name them; then send the hot ones to room 108. I'm sure you're chasing them away, too.
Says the chump on the Special Needs Trust.
Why do you keep insulting my mother? It was literally her idea, and I don't need your opinion about my finances. You're just pissed because you can't steal everything. Too fucking bad.
Says the chump [...] You want a pat on the head? Or a bullet in the back?
Whatever.
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Go piss up a flagpole.
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More Falkie level platypus crap.
KUCZI@UNICORNTODAY.COM
jackmikestarhealsune@tutanota.com
Your blank is still my PIN. This is not a circumstance I can recognize often, as my last bank account has been fraudulently drained, I'm now down to ~$14,000 in consumer and student loan debt. None of my seven smartphones have service or are smart enough to have found me a secure way of to access the illiquidity I have to pay those debts; or, to simply refinance. Try as I might have, I simply couldn't get an agent on the goddam phone to handle the simple refinance a mere $15,000 in debt while I've got $30k in precious metals and am the sole Beneficiary of a Special Needs Trust worth at least half a million dollars. One would think that this would be a bookkeeping task that just about anybody with an abacus and a flip phone could manage to pull off, but it would seem that everyone that I looked to handle this with me was more interested in just ripping me off and keeping me in the dark, on the side. It's like none of them understood the purpose of a litmus test. Also, it seems to have been lost on no less than half a dozen grown-ass adult women that I'm not going to “move on” blindly in, into, or through the dark without consulting with trusted voices as to the actual true nature of consensual reality.
I am disturbed by what I have heard has happened, mostly because I don't believe that it has. I don't know when you think you've talked to me or conversed with me, but you really haven't. I HAVE ONLY BEEN ALLOWED CONTACT WITH ASSHOLE FEDS. It's absolutely appalling circumstances that has made the wholesale manipulation and exploitation of untold numbers of people possible. I don't know what is happening in the real world. No one returns my calls. No one leaves voicemails. A revolting gang of stalking predators has been stealing my identity through all manner of means in multiple states. My running water to the house has been sabotaged, and rather than repairing this, I am forced to negotiate with the people who pretend that they have nothing at all to do with the timing of the water turning off, at the same time the A/C stopped functioning, right at the beginning of a heat wave that washes over the continent.
This was timed to drive me insane right before my Court appearance on August 16; I showed up smelly but quite rational. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is utterly beyond my capacity to figure. This has been going on for years. YEARS of happiness and snuggles are gone to... well I guess not waste.
But I cannot handle being left alone like this. I am seriously about to lose my goddam mind, and this is not an outcome I am willing to endure. And all I wish to do is TALK TO YOU, wtf, I did not think that it would TAKE THIS LONG to essentially BREAK UP WITH SOMEONE, omfg, OKAY well, now I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND something I never understood before, which I would be happier to explain in person. And I would be happiest to understand what you could tell me in conversation, once I talked to you, because I talked to you before and I liked your opinions, well now I know that it's such a big freaking deal, I really want your opinion, and also, I possibly don't want to speak to any other human ever again, like I am HORRIFIED by what Certain People have done, and how I cannot confirm which direction I'm supposed to run from this town from, listen, it's like this: it's leaving money on the table to pay my debts and spend the rest of my capital on public records requests, when I could refinance easier in an entirely different way depending on whether I'm going north or south, and I absolutely refuse to make this important life-changing decision while locked away from society on a tiny plot of land with a particular set of uniquely profitable circumstances.
I've also got this thing going on with the frogs and this plant in the pond. I'm sure that I cannot make a decision on this without consulting Some One, especially since I'm told that I'm supposed to get The Consultant involved. (The spirits are demanding.)
I regret needing to ask you like this. I am also sorry that I had to publish it in the open in plain text and not make it be apparent which of the seven people that it could be written to, You. (I like them and I love you and I am not going to pick one that you are perfectly capable of pointing me at when I don't have access to the same data that you do. That's why this NO CONTACT bullshit is oh-so-actionable and why nothing that I've tried to work at has functioned at all, because it actually has to be... You.)
I think I've managed to keep myself out of jail. The law in Washington is very strict; if I don't do this right then I have to spend a year in custody, and I don't want to do that. All I want is to talk to you, so you know who this letter isn't written to, that's for sure. This should be a gesture you can understand the significance of. Troublingly, this Samsung I'm swiping this on is not very adept at translating my gestures.
jafd
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So you're also on this kook's mailing list. Interesting.
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Jesus Christ, this guy lives in a state of perpetual victimhood, and is obsessed by a few of the same old notions that he perseverates over and over again on. Its like he's an iPod, and the collection of songs on it are the topics he covers; they're on shuffle and there's never anything new on there, its always the same old playlist, just being played in a different sequence over and over and over and over and over. What's crossed my mind lately, and some of the conclusions I've drawn on the issue are that the problems he has with however things are going are clearly not problems he wants solutions to, because he'll find fault with anyone who does suggest a possible solution, or present a myriad of newer problems that their dog shit solution will create. Of course, it doesn't matter how good a solution is to a supposed "problem" he is having is, it'll automatically be dog shit. It'll always be dog shit. No matter who says it, or how remarkable and altruistic their efforts, everything will forever be dog shit to this pig. So, whoever it is that attempts to shelter him from the cold, hard realities this life comes with, makes excuses for him, defends his insolent, dismissive, antisocial behaviour, either hasn't been around him long enough to understand how deeply troubling the lengths he'll go to spite anyone that obstructs his path are, have been hoodwinked or seduced by his snake-like charm (and will eventually be bitten), or are willingly protecting a sociopath, compulsive liar and enabling the delusions of a psychotic paranoid schizophrenic drug addict. To those - like Swishy for instance - I say, keep playing this dangerous game, dance freely as you like with the Devil, but you will get burnt. We're past the point of sympathy or compassion. No one wants or needs to hear about this dudes ex, his plumbing plight, the garbage he won't take out, the car he totalled, the meth he just did, his dead cat, what Tarot card reader he watched last, how myself and Inner Reach broke in to his house and destroyed all his appliances, the fact that he has 7 phones or no money. Like, stop. No one cares. Die, faggot.
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Jesus Christ, this guy lives in a state of perpetual victimhood,
Well, I do have to put up with you. Is there any way I can have you replaced with a twat-equipped Haitian? Such an individual would be undoubtedly of better company than you can supply.
What happened to you? You seem so... cranky. Did something happen?
No one cares. Die, faggot.
Don't you have your own personal blogthreads to pollute? It's a big site. Seems like you could whine about your hallucinatory delusions about me somewhere else; how about the place where you store the transcripts of all your rape fantasies?
Or, is that on your sister-site?
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More Falkie level platypus crap.
Your blank is still my PIN. This is not a circumstance I can recognize often, as my last bank account has been fraudulently drained, I'm now down to ~$14,000 in consumer and student loan debt. None of my seven smartphones have service or are smart enough to have found me a secure way of
to access the illiquidity I have to pay those debts; or, to simply refinance. Try as I might have, I simply couldn't get an agent on the goddam phone to handle the simple refinance it a mere $15,000 in debt while I've got $30k in precious metals and am the sole Beneficiary of a Special Needs Trust worth at least half a million dollars. One would think that this would be a a bookkeeping task that just about anybody with an abacus and a flip phone could manage to pull off, but it would seem that everyone that I looked to to handle this with me was more interested in just ripping me off and keeping me in the dark, on the side. It's like none of them understood the purpose of a litmus test. Also, it seems to have been lost on no less than half a dozen grown-ass adult women that I'm not going to “move on” blindly in, into, or through the dark without consulting with trusted voices as to the actual true nature of consenual reality.
I am disturbed by what I have heard has happened, mostly because I don't believe that it has. I don't know when you think you've talked to me or conversed with me, but you really haven't. I HAVE ONLY BEEN ALLOWED CONTACT WITH ASSHOLE FEDS. It's absolutely appalling circumstances that has made the wholesale manipulation and exploitation of untold numbers of people possible. I don't know what is happening in the real world. No one returns my calls. No one leaves voicemails. A revolting gang of stalking predators has been stealing my identity through all manner of means in multiple states. My running water to the house has been sabotaged, and rather than repairing this, I am forced to negotiate with the people who pretend that they have nothing at all to do with the timing of the water turning off, at the same time the air conditioning stopped functioning, right at the beginning of a heat wave that washes over the continent.
This was timed to drive me insane right before my Court appearance on August 16; I showed up smelly but quite rational. Why anyone thought this was a good idea is utterly beyond my capacity to figure. This has been going on for years. Years of happiness and
It's interesting that you're posting an edited version of what should really be.. you know, something... best kept private.
Go piss up a flagpole.
You and Lazarus sure do think you can do whatever you want, huh? Weird. brb, gonna get a blood test.
p.s.: U == pwned
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what should really be.. you know, something... best kept private [...], huh? Weird. brb, gonna get a blood test.
Just to keep it all in one place. btw, this coughing hottie in the waiting room... has some nice boots. BOOTS, not boobs. She's wearing an R2-D2 hoodie (cool!) so I couldn't tell, even if I was into ogling sick chicks in a medical doctors’ waiting room. But those boots...
They're almost exactly like the ones that someone (who was intending to defraud me) promised to send me in exchange for some Magic™: The Gathering cards. EQUINOXEN. What a fucking shitshow that turned out to be.
The boots were absolutely crap. Like, they showed up in a box CAKED IN DRIED MUD. Since they came FROM TEXAS and the whole arrangement was SKETCHY AS FUCK in the first place.. I was not surprised that the cards that I was supposed to send back... mysteriously SUFFERED WATER DAMAGE.
So I ignored the guy — I think I threw both THE BOOTS and THE EQUINOXEN into the city dump. And, here's why:
I KNEW IT WAS A SCAM THE ENTIRE GODDAM TIME, ASSHOLES.
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Guys, quit yer bickering. Globalist billionaires just intentionally offed a bunch of people with a fire in Hawaii. There are bigger issues to discuss.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO7rJsOKSkQ
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gonna get a blood test.
Note: at this time, the medical establishment has possession of a sample of my piss.
p.s.: U == pwned
Trace amounts of all the drugs I've been exposed to for the last year and a half will be found in my blood and my urine; because before I left the house, I ritualistically cleaned all my vaping gear.
THIS. IS. CHECKMATE. (And if you don't know why, you probably don't know what can be done with a mass spectrometer, a degree in forensic science, and the world's biggest battleaxe to grind.) This isn't zugzwang. It's not any kind of wang at all.
It's game over for... well, I'll just say “someone” and leave it at that. What do I know –or care? I’m not a Boomer; I don't play stupid Boomer games or give a shit about stupid Boomer prizes. Here's what I care about:
That my blood, urine, sweat, & tears is compatible with the girl I'm sweet on -AND- my blood doesn't jump out of a petri dish and attack the right lab technician at the wrong time; as if anything else could go wrong with this courtship ritual, massive dynamic rolleyes, that would be it.
What basically none of you understand can be summed up by the following two statements:
#1) My life and my plans have been building up to this since 2018. Many moving parts. Very specific orders. Extremely crucial rules of engagement. Shreiking harpies suddenly screeching about routes of administration, say what? That dog doesn't hunt.
#2) CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING. Most of you are drooling, slack-jawed troglodyte thugs, sticking your insipid thug noses into my life; into my business; and into my email... reading about things that you have no hope of understanding the actual context of. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.
Things you WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND. Oh, sure, I could have gone around the world on a “explain-it-to-your-brothers-while-seducing-your-sisters-Grand-Prix-world-championship-tour,” but for one thing, I'm getting kind of long-in-the-tooth for that kind of thing... and while I enjoy being known for being a Sourcerœr, I also greatly prefer being known for having at least some class. (Your rumor mill grist has no class -or- style -or- EVEN any TASTE, Bellgab. You scum are vile.)
Also when it comes to the matter of traveling the world as a whore with class... I doubt the current world record will EVER be matched, topped, surpassed, broken, or beaten.
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Note: at this time, the medical establishment has possession of a sample of my piss.
Trace amounts of all the drugs I've been exposed to for the last year and a half will be found in my blood and my urine; because before I left the house, I ritualistically cleaned all my vaping gear.
THIS. IS. CHECKMATE. (And if you don't know why, you probably don't know what can be done with a mass spectrometer, a degree in forensic science, and the world's biggest battleaxe to grind.) This isn't zugzwang. It's not any kind of wang at all.
It's game over for... well, I'll just say “someone” and leave it at that. What do I know –or care? I’m not a Boomer; I don't play stupid Boomer games or give a shit about stupid Boomer prizes. Here's what I care about:
That my blood, urine, sweat, & tears is compatible with the girl I'm sweet on -AND- my blood doesn't jump out of a petri dish and attack the right lab technician at the wrong time; as if anything else could go wrong with this courtship ritual, massive dynamic rolleyes, that would be it.
What basically none of you understand can be summed up by the following two statements:
#1) My life and my plans have been building up to this since 2018. Many moving parts. Very specific orders. Extremely crucial rules of engagement. Shreiking harpies suddenly screeching about routes of administration, say what? That dog doesn't hunt.
#2) CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING. Most of you are drooling, slack-jawed troglodyte thugs, sticking your insipid thug noses into my life; into my business; and into my email... reading about things that you have no hope of understanding the actual context of. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.
Things you WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND. Oh, sure, I could have gone around the world on a “explain-it-to-your-brothers-while-seducing-your-sisters-Grand-Prix-world-championship-tour,” but for one thing, I'm getting kind of long-in-the-tooth for that kind of thing... and while I enjoy being known for being a Sourcerœr, I also greatly prefer being known for having at least some class. (Your rumor mill grist has no class -or- style -or- EVEN any TASTE, Bellgab. You scum are vile.)
Also when it comes to the matter of traveling the world as a whore with class... I doubt the current world record will EVER be matched, topped, surpassed, broken, or beaten.
You are a pathetic black hole of a person.
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You are a pathetic black hole of a person.
Opinions vary. ßUT most importantly, I'm not in prison, on the hook for capital murder, -OR- a slave to a paycheck... so I'm okay with my P.R. not being all that it could be. Stay bitter, Wagie.
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Opinions vary. ßUT most importantly, I'm not in prison, on the hook for capital murder, -OR- a slave to a paycheck... so I'm okay with my P.R. not being all that it could be. Stay bitter, Wagie.
Money isn’t the only currency in life, as you well know. You had that covered (until recently) and everyone still hates you. What’s up with that?! :D
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Note: at this time, the medical establishment has possession of a sample of my piss.
They have my blood now too. *happy sighs* A lot of people worked tirelessly for years to make this all happen The Right Way, Kids.
Forge early and forge often, that is all I can say to some of you.
everyone still hates you. What’s up with that?! :D
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They hate me for my freedoms.
You had that covered (until recently)
For example... I am free to pay my debts at a time that is convenient for me. Maybe this week? Maybe next week? Hang on, I gotta check the price of Aμ/Ag.
Because it matters. Plebs just can't even.
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Globalist billionaires just intentionally offed a bunch of people with a fire in Hawaii.
It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature, but it's downright fuelish to fuck with the insurance industry.
btw, who died? Hopefully, everyone who owes me money... last grasp pays for all.
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It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature, but it's downright fuelish to fuck with the insurance industry.
btw, who died? Hopefully, everyone who owes me money... last grasp pays for all.
Calling you an idiot is an insult to idiots.
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the meth he just did
Flushed it, Pillhound. Go on, hate me for being addiction-free. Perhaps for you, I'll develop a fetish.
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Calling you an idiot is an insult to idiots.
You seem pretty frisky today for a cubicle pilot. Don't they put something in the water cooler to keep you simmered down? I know, it all seems so unfair to people who don't know jack or shit about what has really gone on.
Relax. There’s no party for potatoes that you've been disinvited from. It's just me, in the back of my red and black pickup truck, wearing black and red and green. It's not even very sunny right now— these bare legs I'm showing aren't even gonna change their albedo.
But, by great good fortune, there is a tanning salon here next to the Cold Stone Creamery. This strip-mall in the suburbs of my State Capitol has it all! Maybe I'll just decide *snap* to be homeless today. I can do that.
I don't have running water, but... I do have options, People reprobative scum. (forgot where I was for a moment, oopsy)
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You seem pretty frisky today for a cubicle pilot. Don't they put something in the water cooler to keep you simmered down? I know, it all seems so unfair to people who don't know jack or shit about what has really gone on.
Relax. There’s no party for potatoes that you've been disinvited from. It's just me, in the back of my red and black pickup truck, wearing black and red and green. It's not even very sunny right now— these bare legs I'm showing aren't even gonna change their albedo.
But, by great good fortune, there is a tanning salon here next to the Cold Stone Creamery. This strip-mall in the suburbs of my State Capitol has it all! Maybe I'll just decide *snap* to be homeless today. I can do that.
I don't have running water, but... I do have options, People reprobative scum. (forgot where I was for a moment, oopsy)
If you’re so well off then why are you begging from Bellgabbers?! ???
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https://youtu.be/BRpLX2NeRGE
why are you begging
I am not. I have simply been making it unmistakably obvious that none of you have any clue what any of this has really been about. Money? What money? Ho ho ho... my nigga, please.
THIS HAS BEEN ABOUT POWER.
If you’re so well off
I'm not wealthy, you moron; I'm frugal. What business is it of yours anyway? What are you, the panhandling police? Maybe you should hurry up and lean on Jersey Shore for your share of the vig, Pimpmonger.
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you moron
He's a doctor, Jack…
Please behave, sir, or I'll call Black Anthony up here.
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He's a doctor, Jack…
I'm sure that impresses the likes of you and your ilk.
Please behave, sir, or I'll call Black Anthony up here.
Why does it always gotta be about color? Look, this clando luggage I'm carting around... I never, not even once, ascribed any significance to the fact that the luggage is, like, black in color. Frankly, I don't know that it's not an actual gift. However, that being said... I'm not opposed to going to the ENUMCLAW POLICE DEPARTMENT and EXPLAINING EXACTLY WHERE I GOT IT FROM.
Do you have a doctor for that? Pfft. Quincy wanna cracker? (She's gotta be full by now...)
Please behave
You are not in prison breaking rocks with a pickaxe because of my largess, restraint, and genuine love for Humanity, not because of any particular reason you need to be singled out or studied or given a pass or because I would like to curry favor with you or your people, do you have any conception of this?
You're basically just lucky I'm wearing a kilt with with tails for you to ride. Eyes on you, Champ.
STAY HUNGRY.
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Don't you have your own personal blogthreads to pollute? It's a big site. Seems like you could whine about your hallucinatory delusions about me somewhere else; how about the place where you store the transcripts of all your rape fantasies?
Or, is that on your sister-site?
Sister-site? C'mon man, you teasin' us? Give us the scoop.
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Money isn’t the only currency in life, as you well know. You had that covered (until recently) and everyone still hates you. What’s up with that?! :D
He ain't just fanning himself here.
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Sister-site? C'mon man, you teasin' us? Give us the scoop.
Give me the list of this month’s lawfully proscribed chemical compounds and an address where I can secure an 🎱 without my dick shriveling up -or- some bulky, bully thug acting like he gets to enforce his white-coated übernerd overlord’s enforcement directives onto me.
You cannot re-bottle this genie; I now know the truth, and isn't it nice of me, not to be hollering my head off about it? My content doesn't have to be as bad as it is.
I could be shot by Pinkertons before dawn on any day of the week, with just five minutes of certain... select statements behing made, n’est-ce pas? Fortunately for you — you, and your ilk — I seek neither martyrdom, nor revolution.
(Vengeance for Alexander Shulgin.)
Read my lips: I fucking like to fucking get fucking high, and obviously I'm not a goddam drug addict. Stop dumping poison on me. Stop sending me shitty dope. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE IN GODDAM CHARGE.
G-d rules your world. Not dope, not stims, and not your stupid projectile weapons. By the way, I meant it, I stopped using alcohol. *snap* Just like that. So:
STEP OFF, SMOKEY. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I'm going to buy some cigarettes now... Mom says, “they do match the truck.” I love my Mom, btw... and you’re all goddam lucky that she loves you too, Bellgab.
Because she's basically the only friend you twerps have left. #peace
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He ain't just fanning himself here.
It's an EMERGENCY. Go clutch some pearls that will undoubtedly be cast before thee before a berthed minute is up.
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Fuck you, cunt.
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Give me the list of this month’s lawfully proscribed chemical compounds and an address where I can secure an 🎱 without my dick shriveling up -or- some bulky, bully thug acting like he gets to enforce his white-coated übernerd overlord’s enforcement directives onto me.
You cannot re-bottle this genie; I now know the truth, and isn't it nice of me, not to be hollering my head off about it? My content doesn't have to be as bad as it is.
I could be shot by Pinkertons before dawn on any day of the week, with just five minutes of certain... select statements behing made, n’est-ce pas? Fortunately for you — you, and your ilk — I seek neither martyrdom, nor revolution.
(Vengeance for Alexander Shulgin.)
Read my lips: I fucking like to fucking get fucking high, and obviously I'm not a goddam drug addict. Stop dumping poison on me. Stop sending me shitty dope. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE IN GODDAM CHARGE.
G-d rules your world. Not dope, not stims, and not your stupid projectile weapons. By the way, I meant it, I stopped using alcohol. *snap* Just like that. So:
STEP OFF, SMOKEY. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I'm going to buy some cigarettes now... Mom says, “they do match the truck.” I love my Mom, btw... and you’re all goddam lucky that she loves you too, Bellgab.
Because she's basically the only friend you twerps have left. #peace
Stay away from the coffee enemas and you'll be fine.
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Stay away from the coffee enemas
YOU are in no position to judge what goes in my butt.
and you'll be fine.
I am going to state this one time.
Cease your interference in my life immediately, rescind your isolationist agenda, and start apologizing to those who are and have been negatively affected;
OR I SHALL ROOST, WATCH, AND GLEEFULLY EXULT IN THE CRUMBLING FALL INTO HELL OF YOUR ENTIRE WAY OF LIFE, FLESHLING. I have exactly zero necessity in the knowing of your identity or identities in order to bring about this outcome; and I have no skin in the game here. If there are those who have been terrorized into silence who wish to see this all turn into the last twenty minutes of Fight Club, I will certainly allow it. If they manifest it, I won't have to lift a finger to trigger it and I won't raise a hand to either halt the conflagration or help it along.
It will just fucking happen. I expect my communications to be unrestricted and fully restored within 48 hours. Do not test me.
I know exactly how bad this can get: I have been there.
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Fuck you, cunt.
Wait until you find out, who you've been talking to here.
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But, the real question is, is this your final form?
If you have to ask, you're testing. Do not test the hung, angry man.
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YOU are in no position to judge what goes in my butt.
Who wants that POV?. Not 3v3n the worst troll in the world.
Unless you have a pay for view in mind. No one wants that.
SICK.
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https://youtu.be/4UDnTJcjPhY
Unless you have a pay for view in mind. No one wants that.
SICK.
Laugh it up, Fuzzball.
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I'm sure that impresses the likes of you and your ilk.
Yeah.. Someone who’s gone on to become an asset to society.
What was I thinking.🙄
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There are bigger issues to discuss.
There sure are. Jack's a decoy.
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ßUT most importantly, I'm not a slave to a paycheck...
No, your parents were.
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"A fallacy is reasoning that is logically invalid, or that undermines the logical validity of an argument. All forms of human communication can contain fallacies. This is a list of well-known fallacies.
Because of their variety, fallacies are challenging to classify. They can be classified by their structure (formal fallacies) or content (informal fallacies). Informal fallacies, the larger group, may then be subdivided into categories such as improper presumption, faulty generalization, and error in assigning causation and relevance, among others.
The use of fallacies is common when the speaker's goal of achieving common agreement is more important to them than utilizing sound reasoning. When fallacies are used, the premise should be recognized as not well-grounded, the conclusion as unproven (but not necessarily false), and the argument as unsound."
- Hornby, A.S., Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary of Current English
RED HERRING FALLACIES
"A red herring fallacy, one of the main subtypes of fallacies of relevance, is an error in logic where a proposition is, or is intended to be, misleading in order to make irrelevant or false inferences. This includes any logical inference based on fake arguments, intended to replace the lack of real arguments or to replace implicitly the subject of the discussion."
- Gary Curtis, Logical Fallacy: Red Herring
"Red Herring – introducing a second argument in response to the first argument that is irrelevant and draws attention away from the original topic (e.g.: saying "If you want to complain about the dishes I leave in the sink, what about the dirty clothes you leave in the bathroom?"). In jury trial, it is known as a Chewbacca defense. In political strategy, it is called a dead cat strategy. See also irrelevant conclusion.
Ad hominem – attacking the arguer instead of the argument. (Note that "ad hominem" can also refer to the dialectical strategy of arguing on the basis of the opponent's own commitments. This type of ad hominem is not a fallacy.)
Circumstantial ad hominem – stating that the arguer's personal situation or perceived benefit from advancing a conclusion means that their conclusion is wrong.
Poisoning the well – a subtype of ad hominem presenting adverse information about a target person with the intention of discrediting everything that the target person says.
Appeal to motive – dismissing an idea by questioning the motives of its proposer.
Tone policing – focusing on emotion behind (or resulting from) a message rather than the message itself as a discrediting tactic.
Traitorous critic fallacy (ergo decedo, 'Therefore I leave') – a critic's perceived affiliation is portrayed as the underlying reason for the criticism and the critic is asked to stay away from the issue altogether. Easily confused with the association fallacy ("guilt by association") below.
Appeal to authority (argument from authority, argumentum ad verecundiam) – an assertion is deemed true because of the position or authority of the person asserting it.
Appeal to accomplishment – an assertion is deemed true or false based on the accomplishments of the proposer. This may often also have elements of appeal to emotion (see below).
Courtier's reply – a criticism is dismissed by claiming that the critic lacks sufficient knowledge, credentials, or training to credibly comment on the subject matter.
Appeal to consequences (argumentum ad consequentiam) – the conclusion is supported by a premise that asserts positive or negative consequences from some course of action in an attempt to distract from the initial discussion.
Appeal to emotion – manipulating the emotions of the listener rather than using valid reasoning to obtain common agreement.
Appeal to fear – generating distress, anxiety, cynicism, or prejudice towards the opponent in an argument.
Appeal to flattery – using excessive or insincere praise to obtain common agreement.
Appeal to pity (argumentum ad misericordiam) – generating feelings of sympathy or mercy in the listener to obtain common agreement.
Appeal to ridicule (reductio ad ridiculum, reductio ad absurdum, ad absurdum) – mocking or stating that the opponent's position is laughable to deflect from the merits of the opponent's argument. (Note that "reductio ad absurdum" can also refer to the classic form of argument that establishes a claim by showing that the opposite scenario would lead to absurdity or contradiction. This type of reductio ad absurdum is not a fallacy.)
Appeal to spite – generating bitterness or hostility in the listener toward an opponent in an argument.
Judgmental language – using insulting or pejorative language in an argument.
Pooh-pooh – stating that an opponent's argument is unworthy of consideration.
Style over substance – embellishing an argument with compelling language, exploiting a bias towards the esthetic qualities of an argument, e.g. the rhyme-as-reason effect
Wishful thinking – arguing for a course of action by the listener according to what might be pleasing to imagine rather than according to evidence or reason.
Appeal to nature – judgment is based solely on whether the subject of judgment is 'natural' or 'unnatural'. (Sometimes also called the "naturalistic fallacy", but is not to be confused with the other fallacies by that name.)
Appeal to novelty (argumentum novitatis, argumentum ad antiquitatis) – a proposal is claimed to be superior or better solely because it is new or modern (opposite of appeal to tradition)
Appeal to poverty (argumentum ad Lazarum) – supporting a conclusion because the arguer is poor (or refuting because the arguer is wealthy). (Opposite of appeal to wealth.)
Appeal to tradition (argumentum ad antiquitatem) – a conclusion supported solely because it has long been held to be true.
Appeal to wealth (argumentum ad crumenam) – supporting a conclusion because the arguer is wealthy (or refuting because the arguer is poor). (Sometimes taken together with the appeal to poverty as a general appeal to the arguer's financial situation.)
Argumentum ad baculum (appeal to the stick, appeal to force, appeal to threat) – an argument made through coercion or threats of force to support position.
Argumentum ad populum (appeal to widespread belief, bandwagon argument, appeal to the majority, appeal to the people) – a proposition is claimed to be true or good solely because a majority or many people believe it to be so.
Association fallacy (guilt by association and honor by association) – arguing that because two things share (or are implied to share) some property, they are the same.
Logic chopping fallacy (nit-picking, trivial objections) – Focusing on trivial details of an argument, rather than the main point of the argumentation.
Ipse dixit (bare assertion fallacy) – a claim that is presented as true without support, as self-evidently true, or as dogmatically true. This fallacy relies on the implied expertise of the speaker or on an unstated truism.
Bulverism (psychogenetic fallacy) – inferring why an argument is being used, associating it to some psychological reason, then assuming it is invalid as a result. The assumption that if the origin of an idea comes from a biased mind, then the idea itself must also be a falsehood.
Chronological snobbery – a thesis is deemed incorrect because it was commonly held when something else, known to be false, was also commonly held.
Fallacy of relative privation (also known as "appeal to worse problems" or "not as bad as") – dismissing an argument or complaint due to what are perceived to be more important problems. First World problems are a subset of this fallacy.
Genetic fallacy – a conclusion is suggested based solely on something or someone's origin rather than its current meaning or context."
- Damer, T. Edward (2009), Attacking Faulty Reasoning: A Practical Guide to Fallacy-free Arguments
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"A fallacy is reasoning that is logically invalid, or that undermines the logical validity of an argument. All forms of human communication can contain fallacies. This is a list of well-known fallacies.
Because of their variety, fallacies are challenging to classify. They can be classified by their structure (formal fallacies) or content (informal fallacies). Informal fallacies, the larger group, may then be subdivided into categories such as improper presumption, faulty generalization, and error in assigning causation and relevance, among others.
The use of fallacies is common when the speaker's goal of achieving common agreement is more important to them than utilizing sound reasoning. When fallacies are used, the premise should be recognized as not well-grounded, the conclusion as unproven (but not necessarily false), and the argument as unsound."
- Hornby, A.S., Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary of Current English
RED HERRING FALLACIES
"A red herring fallacy, one of the main subtypes of fallacies of relevance, is an error in logic where a proposition is, or is intended to be, misleading in order to make irrelevant or false inferences. This includes any logical inference based on fake arguments, intended to replace the lack of real arguments or to replace implicitly the subject of the discussion."
- Gary Curtis, Logical Fallacy: Red Herring
"Red Herring – introducing a second argument in response to the first argument that is irrelevant and draws attention away from the original topic (e.g.: saying "If you want to complain about the dishes I leave in the sink, what about the dirty clothes you leave in the bathroom?"). In jury trial, it is known as a Chewbacca defense. In political strategy, it is called a dead cat strategy. See also irrelevant conclusion.
Ad hominem – attacking the arguer instead of the argument. (Note that "ad hominem" can also refer to the dialectical strategy of arguing on the basis of the opponent's own commitments. This type of ad hominem is not a fallacy.)
Circumstantial ad hominem – stating that the arguer's personal situation or perceived benefit from advancing a conclusion means that their conclusion is wrong.
Poisoning the well – a subtype of ad hominem presenting adverse information about a target person with the intention of discrediting everything that the target person says.
Appeal to motive – dismissing an idea by questioning the motives of its proposer.
Tone policing – focusing on emotion behind (or resulting from) a message rather than the message itself as a discrediting tactic.
Traitorous critic fallacy (ergo decedo, 'Therefore I leave') – a critic's perceived affiliation is portrayed as the underlying reason for the criticism and the critic is asked to stay away from the issue altogether. Easily confused with the association fallacy ("guilt by association") below.
Appeal to authority (argument from authority, argumentum ad verecundiam) – an assertion is deemed true because of the position or authority of the person asserting it.
Appeal to accomplishment – an assertion is deemed true or false based on the accomplishments of the proposer. This may often also have elements of appeal to emotion (see below).
Courtier's reply – a criticism is dismissed by claiming that the critic lacks sufficient knowledge, credentials, or training to credibly comment on the subject matter.
Appeal to consequences (argumentum ad consequentiam) – the conclusion is supported by a premise that asserts positive or negative consequences from some course of action in an attempt to distract from the initial discussion.
Appeal to emotion – manipulating the emotions of the listener rather than using valid reasoning to obtain common agreement.
Appeal to fear – generating distress, anxiety, cynicism, or prejudice towards the opponent in an argument.
Appeal to flattery – using excessive or insincere praise to obtain common agreement.
Appeal to pity (argumentum ad misericordiam) – generating feelings of sympathy or mercy in the listener to obtain common agreement.
Appeal to ridicule (reductio ad ridiculum, reductio ad absurdum, ad absurdum) – mocking or stating that the opponent's position is laughable to deflect from the merits of the opponent's argument. (Note that "reductio ad absurdum" can also refer to the classic form of argument that establishes a claim by showing that the opposite scenario would lead to absurdity or contradiction. This type of reductio ad absurdum is not a fallacy.)
Appeal to spite – generating bitterness or hostility in the listener toward an opponent in an argument.
Judgmental language – using insulting or pejorative language in an argument.
Pooh-pooh – stating that an opponent's argument is unworthy of consideration.
Style over substance – embellishing an argument with compelling language, exploiting a bias towards the esthetic qualities of an argument, e.g. the rhyme-as-reason effect
Wishful thinking – arguing for a course of action by the listener according to what might be pleasing to imagine rather than according to evidence or reason.
Appeal to nature – judgment is based solely on whether the subject of judgment is 'natural' or 'unnatural'. (Sometimes also called the "naturalistic fallacy", but is not to be confused with the other fallacies by that name.)
Appeal to novelty (argumentum novitatis, argumentum ad antiquitatis) – a proposal is claimed to be superior or better solely because it is new or modern (opposite of appeal to tradition)
Appeal to poverty (argumentum ad Lazarum) – supporting a conclusion because the arguer is poor (or refuting because the arguer is wealthy). (Opposite of appeal to wealth.)
Appeal to tradition (argumentum ad antiquitatem) – a conclusion supported solely because it has long been held to be true.
Appeal to wealth (argumentum ad crumenam) – supporting a conclusion because the arguer is wealthy (or refuting because the arguer is poor). (Sometimes taken together with the appeal to poverty as a general appeal to the arguer's financial situation.)
Argumentum ad baculum (appeal to the stick, appeal to force, appeal to threat) – an argument made through coercion or threats of force to support position.
Argumentum ad populum (appeal to widespread belief, bandwagon argument, appeal to the majority, appeal to the people) – a proposition is claimed to be true or good solely because a majority or many people believe it to be so.
Association fallacy (guilt by association and honor by association) – arguing that because two things share (or are implied to share) some property, they are the same.
Logic chopping fallacy (nit-picking, trivial objections) – Focusing on trivial details of an argument, rather than the main point of the argumentation.
Ipse dixit (bare assertion fallacy) – a claim that is presented as true without support, as self-evidently true, or as dogmatically true. This fallacy relies on the implied expertise of the speaker or on an unstated truism.
Bulverism (psychogenetic fallacy) – inferring why an argument is being used, associating it to some psychological reason, then assuming it is invalid as a result. The assumption that if the origin of an idea comes from a biased mind, then the idea itself must also be a falsehood.
Chronological snobbery – a thesis is deemed incorrect because it was commonly held when something else, known to be false, was also commonly held.
Fallacy of relative privation (also known as "appeal to worse problems" or "not as bad as") – dismissing an argument or complaint due to what are perceived to be more important problems. First World problems are a subset of this fallacy.
Genetic fallacy – a conclusion is suggested based solely on something or someone's origin rather than its current meaning or context."
- Damer, T. Edward (2009), Attacking Faulty Reasoning: A Practical Guide to Fallacy-free Arguments
Interesting. ;)
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No, your parents were.
My parents were born before The Great Depression, lived through it and more, and would have seen through your bullshit faster than I did — and undoubtedly would not have been as tolerant to your shenanigans as I have been.
How you explain yourself, to yourself, is an absolute mystery to me. You carry yourself as if you have important affairs that matter. Demonstrations of such, remain hazy.
I have the perfect gift idea for you: a ten-pound gummy bear wrapped in a burlap sack and labeled with old Post-It Notes.
Interesting. ;)
Carl! I thought you were in Hong Kong‽
Jack's a decoy.
Quack.
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If you will indulge me for a moment - which shouldn't be too much to ask, being that the majority of the audience trundles through the mountains of dreck Jack hammers out daily - I have a theorem to present. It deepens the plunge into some of the flimsy magic tricks Jack the Fallen Star plays on his unsuspecting victims. Psychology 101 is too good an analysis. Armchair psychiatry too charitable a time. No, he deserves 2 Tylenol and the empty promise of a telephonic exchange tomorrow. But I'm about to give him a Mulligan. A do-over as it were. Jack, I'm figuring you out. And you're shitting your incontinent, meth-addled ass.
Let's start with Jewel. If I quote from Damer, T. Edward's 2009 book, 'Attacking Faulty Reasoning...', we find he makes mention of the original switcheroo, WHAT YOU ARE, inherently, the decoy as I mentioned earlier, or THE RED HERRING, which Edward goes on to define eloquently, as when one:
"...introduc[es] a second argument in response to the first argument that is irrelevant and draws attention away from the original topic...In political strategy, it is called a dead cat strategy..."
Dead cat strategy, eh? Sounds an awful lot like Jack's little delusion he tries pushing onto other people-- About how "they" killed his cat, Jewel. Mind you, he never seems all that cut up about it. But "someone" "murdered" his cat. Something's fishy about the whole thing (Red Herring). And the Dead Cat Strategy is a Synchronicity that just can't be ignored. Not by a Schizo, anyway (me).
But if you think it ends there, you're sorely mistaken, readers. Sore as a throat in need of a lozenge. What's with the whole "well" story? Well, er, excuse the pun. Mel's Hole, anyone? A tall tale, mayhaps? Everyone knows Mel was a troll, bro. And Jack has shot himself in the foot like a motherfucker at this point. I'm surprised he can walk, or has any feet left. But I digress. Jack likes to argue. He argues all day long. Fuck, he'd argue with a firefighter who was tryna rescue him from a burning building, and irritate the guy so Goddamn much they'd be ready to pump slugs in their own mug by the time they got him halfway down the ladder. Isn't it interesting that Edward includes "Poisoning the Well," as one of his honourable mentions in his 'Practical Guide to Fallacy-free Arguments'?
While the subtype ad hominem is described as:
"...presenting adverse information about a target person with the intention of discrediting everything that the target person says."
It is true of how Jack behaves. These are mere microcosms of a larger picture, of a larger man, with a larger stomach than mine. A larger-than-life, bigger than Jesus bonkers blow-hard with an axe to grind against those who do nothing but attempt to placate his brittle-as-porcelain ego. My cautioning has always been to NOT FEED THIS BEAST, yet those who think they know better will do what they will do. Just know, like a spoilt child, you'll have it grow into a monster. And you'll have shat in your own nest.
We're all targets to Jack. Fish in a fuckin' barrel. He doesn't care one way or another whether any of us live or die. I've been told, 'But he's still a human being, he has feelings.', etc. I'm downright numb to his imagined plight. I say to those who look in from the outside, you don't know my story. You haven't seen the intricate, delicately woven fabrics of hatred, the saboteur that lurks behind his screens; watching, waiting. And I hope you never do.
P.S. But who's to say the whole "Jack's well slash water is poisoned" story is not just B.S.? He's literally living these metaphors in a way that is not figurative but like I said, literal in every sense of the word. The story of the poisoned well is a parable to the self-professed reverse Christ. Jack is the opposite of a saviour. Instead of saving us, he comes to deceive. And not with a sword-- He's a PACIFIST, remember? Like a thief in the night? NO. He insists on "the truth." Gets so mad at "lies." He's a liar, and its all about control. Not altruism. In short, your water ain't poisoned, buddy. You're just pulling our collective legs. *Bah humbug!*
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Jack's a decoy.
He has been accused of being a government troll before.
Not so far-fetched.
https://www.straight.com/news/482846/government-trolls-use-psychology-based-influence-techniques-social-media
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My parents were born before The Great Depression, lived through it and more.
Before the great depression? Were your parents, your grandparents?
You're only five years my senior, and the great depression was almost a century ago, Jack. 🤣
Your parents lived most of their lives, especially in their twilight years, in a booming economy. Had any of your folks been around during the great depression, they would have most assuredly been children.
Maybe “they lived through it,” but sifting through their toy box for their favorite toy doesn't exactly leave me with the harsh impression they were standing in a soup line while holding your annoying ass.
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Before the great depression? Were your parents, your grandparents?
You're only five years my senior, and the great depression was almost a century ago, Jack. 🤣
Your parents lived most of their lives, especially in their twilight years, in a booming economy. Had any of your folks been around during the great depression, they would have most assuredly been children.
Maybe “they lived through it,” but sifting through their toy box for their favorite toy doesn't exactly leave me with the harsh impression they were standing in a soup line while holding your annoying ass.
Both his parents were born in 1934.
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Both his parents were born in 1934.
Bwahahaha 🤣🤣🤣🤣
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How you explain yourself, to yourself, is an absolute mystery to me. You carry yourself as if you have important affairs that matter. Demonstrations of such, remain hazy.
Most people here know me as a moderately intelligent, blue-collar junior high school dropout who allocates some of his time off to producing silly podcasts and music.
I lead a very mundane life, Jacko, and I've never attempted to project as otherwise.
As for 🫵 and your grandiosity….
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Most people here know me
https://youtu.be/Osy8JjTVQag
Most people here know me
... as Yorkshire pud. Settle down, Cleatis & Methhead. Have another chewable.
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Your parents lived most of their lives, especially in their twilight years, in a booming economy.
My father watched as the Soviet Red Army raped and pillaged their way through his peasant village when he was 14. They killed his father, raped his mother, abducted his sister (who he never saw again), and conscripted him into military service for three years. He came home with a bloodstained rifle that he never cleaned the sights of, nor ever fired again, that I knew of, nor have I ever fired it myself—it was one of the five (5) long guns that your stupid, imbecilic, sleazebag thug team stole from The High Ground while I was fraudulently and feloniously prevented from returning home after being ambushed and framed on Christmas Eve 2021—an event that you not only openly conspired with others on the public Web to make happen, you have routinely laughed and mocked me over and about ever since.
The Soviets also killed his cat. A kitten, really. He never talked about this part of his past much, but one night while drinking, he told me why he didn't let me have a cat—although he did expect me to silently and obediently go out to pick up the shit of his two (2) hunting dogs. Like, sure I was his son, honor and obey one's parents, right?
Let me guess: you're operating under the false Jesuit shitbag belief that as a careless and irresponsible and immature brat, you have been “teaching me a lesson” over these last few years... and you're totally the right Dude for the job. Have I got that right?
You're a fucking child who knows nothing, and you've not only made jokes about raping toddlers, you've actually done that to a moron cheerleader brat with brain damage who started with the mind of a toddler to begin with.
So it's hard to justify arranging to have you killed since you're a squalling idiot brat yourself, but if ß.Bestie ever gets tired of your Texas Totes Toast totesbullshit and tells me that she wants you fucking iced, I will make that shit happen. Believe it.
My father told me I was stupid for using cannabis, and died while trapped in a residential care facility, addicted to fentanyl and poisoned by overuse of antibiotics that lead to him succumbing to pneumonia from complications stemming from a methicillin-resistant staph infection on his skin.
Flesh-eating bacteria and medical malpractice, in other words. Meanwhile, fast-forward to now, and you have been in full support of traumatically re-enacting the same experience I had with my father's death, with a certain unnamed other person. And you have no idea just how fucking stupid —as well as actionable— your behavior has been here on this site with The Oompa-Loompa.
And you both just go right on keeping on, keeping on, relentlessly defaming my character after stealing my guns, my friends, and my future plans. Constantly harping on how I am allegedly “a drug addict.”
My nigga: please. Here's why I haven't reported anything to the authorities, nor retained counsel in order to have your Punyling racist-thug bitchass sued into the goddam ground: my father was a big believer in the educational power of public humiliation.
(Vengeance for Mike “Ivan” Kuçzi.) He couldn't spell his own name either, Moron.
And when people I don't even know are done shredding your entire thuggy-piggy empire to bits, like a box of clue clucks clan-branded clean necks left alone in a hot room with an electrified floor and a syphilitic lioness, your G-d damned name won't even be worth mud.
It certainly won't be worth *polite spit* SPIT & BEN TOVER +†‡†± _CRY_, either, Jedi Jesuit scum.
blue-collar
Shut up Fed.
As for 🫵 and your grandiosity….
I am white-collar, legit ordained, and completely outrank you any six (6) ways from Sunday you can count. It's too late to STAND DOWN, Chumpstar.
I am taking all your wimmins now *snap* and, just like that:
I HAVE SET THEM FREE. Now, would you kindly: go rape Kirsten now. Thanks? Go down on her too, I bet she’d love getting The Ludovico Allegra w/Grapefruit JUICE.
Chop-chop, thuggy-britches. (Hi Jane. What, not brutal enough? I saved you the big piece of jugular. #Respect.) Go make the MAJIK K. AMAK happen. Go on, shoo. What are you waiting for, her armpit hair to come in so you can floss after?
That was Level Two on the Jack Richter-Reacher scale. You don't want to know how many fngers get broken at Level Three, but I will tell you this: Grapefuit scalps you while you're immobilzed with curare at Level Five, and it doesn't ever get that good for you again, because at Level Five Point Five, she wears your skin-rug like a Hannibal Lecter mask and repeatedly rapes your mother to death with your own dick, while I set comfy several states away, instantly resurrecting the clown who squirted you out her dull-ass Dallas slit and giggle at the 70mm dailies of you from the future crying it all.
Stay mad bro. Keyser Soze was a made-up story about a criminal, heathen pussyfaghot, and I am the real goddam hung angry man deal. And I outrank her bitchass too.
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Way to put me out on Front St., Sis. Let me guess, you want me to rape you now, right? Only if you pay for the condoms because ß.Bestie says I have to double-suit up and go for surprise mid-thrust “oops, pay painal nail.” That's if she even authorizes the op at all.
A harsh taskmistress indeed, and I have already died for her. And I would do it again every day for all Eternity already.
CAREFUL WHAT YOU REMEMBER WISHING⁴. KUÇ№ī7⁴, ⁰μTēī7⁷⁰°·… ¡Olé!
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My father watched as the Soviet Red Army raped and pillaged their way through his peasant village when he was 14.
The Soviets also killed his cat. A kitten, really.
https://voca.ro/101wlUyP6Ahd
Luvz, IR
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https://voca.ro/101wlUyP6Ahd
Luvz, IR
Hah. Apparently being a weak-ass bitch runs in the family. My grandfather, great-uncles & etc of that generation did not sit by idly and watch shit like that... They fought. Sounds like grampy MethStar was a fag; probably not even his "real" grampa: I bet Mee-Maw MethStar spread 'em wide for the occupation forces.
Weak.
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Hah. Apparently being a weak-ass bitch runs in the family.
It did. Seems like the trend has petered out. Possibly my entire family being killed has had an effect. Survival of the fittest, perhaps?
My grandfather, great-uncles & etc of that generation did not sit by idly and watch shit like that... They fought.
None are as enslaved as those who falsely believe themselves to be free.
Sounds like grampy MethStar was a fag;
Plausible. Dudes named “Stephen” certainly have been known to be. (My paternal GF’s name.)
probably not even his "real" grampa:
I actually sired myself by pulling myself up by my own bootstraps and the technological marvels that superluminal travel technology can offer a skilled, competent Traveler. O wait: bipolar yo, n‘est-ce pas?
I bet Mee-Maw MethStar spread 'em wide for the occupation forces.
Quite possible as she was alive when my father returned three years later.
Weak.
Survivor.
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Have you ever read, “A Canticle For Leibowitz”? You might really get a kick out of it.
Are we coming to terms here at last? Suits me—and, it's about Thyme, Parsley, Rose wanna be married to a
SAGE.←
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https://voca.ro/101wlUyP6Ahd
I accept your fealty.
Luvz, IR
Wanna buy my truck? Let's make a deal. (That NO DEALS shit is done and dusted AFAIK.)
CHEERS MATE.
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Hah. Apparently being a weak-ass bitch runs in the family. My grandfather, great-uncles & etc of that generation did not sit by idly and watch shit like that... They fought. Sounds like grampy MethStar was a fag; probably not even his "real" grampa: I bet Mee-Maw MethStar spread 'em wide for the occupation forces.
Weak.
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I guess that’s what one should expect from a family of pacifists.
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https://youtu.be/alpKlV_MKgE
-COL Mnly
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtCu_y0s63Y
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Step off Hoser.
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https://youtu.be/lTcV5npOoq0
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https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1696984240083357793
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https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1697062935691219052?s=19
https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1697062935691219052?s=20
https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1697062935691219052?s=20
Shit's not working bro.
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Shit's not working bro.
https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1697066872511103079
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5rTW84TuA0
I think it's really good and I'm proud of it. I listened to it on repeat for hours before I uploaded it, because I was exceptionally profane and i get off on listening to myself use cuss words on My Self.
There will come a day when I will stop working blue. That day is not today, motherfu--- *polite* bitch
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The technology that introduces subtle variations into the vocalization waveform, causing listeners to sub-consciously trend either positively or negatively depending on the whims of the editor and the IT professional assigned to the marketing team is pretty cool: but it's gonna make your spouse feel like s/he looks fat in any case, so...
Well, let's just say you don't have to worry about how I just spilled some more information on how classified technology works again. Seriously: ooops.
Like, why would I ever bother to get better at doing anything at all? I'm already the best that's ever been. I don't even know why I bother to even get out of ned. For a bigger one?
btw: LouisWain = Nedstark
(Do you mind not being so... fascinating/interesting/hackneyed? I'm trying to remember what fapping feels like. Thanks.)
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Consider the contrasts: "give me back my phone" and "unblock my youtube account."
Well? Are you considering? Keep at it. Make it an avocation. 7xXx7
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I guess that’s what one should expect from a family of pacifists.
O Punyling. What one should expect from a family of pacifists is an army that owns and guards them, but what one ought to expect from a family of pacifists is a time-travelling interdimensional bodyguard. (Putin, Me coach.)
Since I don't have any family at all it is a bit of a moot point but I must mention to you here, that never has your banter been more crass or tasteless, which is odd since it is here (in this rare footage taken at the river mouth as Richard Attenbrah narrates his own demise that even now stealthily creeps up upon his understudy) that you are not actually "vulgar" at all.
It's not even hackneyed. It's more like motel-metoo-motown-MAXWHITE. Honestly, could you get any more white, Boy? (*A banjo with strings on strings is lowered down from heights of center stage.*) Aaaaand, seen. Do more X, I don't think your liver is making enough of it for your stunted emotional wiring to properly compensate for being this embarrassed in pubic.
How about if I get someone else to rape you in the butt? I'm not gonna do it--I've got a pretty serious conflict of interest--but I don't want you to feel slighted. Not in the least. But until The Society and The Family come to terms over the patent rights to the K.O.O. technology implementation, DEMONSTRATED HERE ONCE AGAIN, there can be no peace until this matter is settled.
So, what's it gonna be? Only your (blank)'s mentor knows for sure, and I can guarantee you, he knows what's good for him, and he's not gonna say a fuckin' word while we sit and point and drink and laugh. It's what real (blanks) D.E.W. without getting kidney stones, capiche? QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM.
p.s.: you have to build a third underground lab here now. Nice job, butterfingers, you just cost D.A.R.P.A. about $750b in cost overruns, my phone is blowin' up in the wind with the sounds of clando clando clando, like ahmagerd, and in finally positive final news, I just figured out why my mother liked Englebert Humperdink so much.
And, it's a secret, Bancake Pears For Tears (1, VERB). English Prime, motherfucker, do you even read it so well? Or just speak it so badly that no one K.A.R.R.s? I retract the question because I just changed your mind about something important anyway:
STIRRUPS. (slam)
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Without a paywall around my content, I am not beholden to my audience as in regards to when I put it out. This is undoubtedly a huge problem to those who have, in the past, relied upon mostly reliable intel when it comes to the current statuses of my life.
So my decision to stop posting on and delete:
TELEGRAM;
TWITTER;
TIK-TOK;
T-MAIL... oh, wait. I don't have the Thunderbird Email client for Mozilla, and I never have used it... but I can see why it was such a bug deal, back in the day.
E-MAIL... used to be something I put a lot of The Narrative on, you know?
Nowadays, since ALL MY COMMS ARE:
COMPROMISED;
INTERCEPTED;
INTERDICTED;
INTERFERED WITH;
AND,
ARE NOT NOW (nor likely ever were)
BEING PROTECTED BY THE U.S.S. ENTERPRISE ... wtf, I am this pretty? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It's just this simple: if you've sat through or even heard of The Wrath Of Khan, you know exactly what has happened, because at a particular point in the past, somebody decided it was time to take the bait.
They apparently have by now, reeled up the whole boat along with it. Oh, you're welcome, Bellgab.
I didn't fool you. I didn't fool anyone. I don't have all pig iron, I don't have any pig iron.
What I do have, is AZZERAE STEALING MY WRITING, EDITING IT WITH NEITHER PERMISSION NOR AUTHORITY, AND THEN POSTING INTEL ON THE TWINNED FORUM. “Your number one source for Bellgab news.” WAY TO GO.
NOW: NO ONE KNOWS ANYTHING ANYMORE, EXCEPT THIS:
ßestie, Fruity, Fruitē, Mom⁰, Morⁿ, Grapefruit, Gracefruit, Greatfruit, Spot, and I...
ARE ALL EXTREMELY PISSED OFF. /golfclap + kiss my ass Data, I'm not working for Lore
Meantime I've got assholes whining about how I need to spend more money on the vehicles they've been sabotaging, and I STILL DO NOT HAVE RUNNING WATER. You have time to be whining about how you need me to tell you the name of the company that dug the well? WTF, do you think I haven't asked?
MEANWHILE I NEED A BATH AND YOU TWERPS JUST LAUGH AT ME. I'm sure the notion of spending more money on a motel sounds great to you G-6 and higher government employees (since you're actually trying to drive me into bankruptcy) but the simple fact of the matter is the following...
I do not have lots of money, I never did, and I am presently unable to collect income, and so I'm not spending anything on anyone... not even me. (Anyone thinking I was gonna be a good provider to a golddigging hussy can kiss my ass on the way out of the door that they're about to walk through/be pushed out of ought not be treated too harshly, as for one thing, MY SEX LIFE IS NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, BELLGAB, and for another, I am clearly worth more than whatever my “projected income earning potential” might be. So given that my life has been relentlessly interfered with... it's a damn foolish woman who would look at my credit score, amount of money in the bank, or susceptibility to any bamboozling wiles —BE THEY♀️OR ♂️— because in case that wasn't obvious to any of you, I'm not buying anyone anything ... EVER!
There were times I have been generous with my money. I'm still being generous. I'm saving a bundle on my legal bills in the future by not having BENJAMIN (BLANK) (PROT) fucking killed, and instead, I am more than happy to let him payback the Social Security Administration for what he was overpaid. Honestly, he's kinda cute; it would be a shame to kill him. How much could he possibly owe?
Can't he just... work it off? Maybe he can get a part-time summer job. That's 3 weeks left of the season before Autumn, get on out there. You know. Shine shoes; blow glass; mow lawns —not my lawn, you scare the deer away— whatever it takes to make the Gov’t happy.
I'm not going to say whether he is or is not my legal obligation to support, lol, I'll simply say this: is Grapefruit even his mother? I only ever saw them fight with each other...
🎵I HAVE THIS ON VIDEO!!!🎶
Moving on; because that's just one of the complexities that remains to be dealt with. And while one might think I should probably talk to someone about this, well... NO CONTACT. EMERGENCY. MUST NOT CONTACT.
So. If I am making things difficult for THUGS, THIEVES, AND BLATANTLY MISOGYNIST HIGHWAYMEN AND THEIR MISANDRIST ACCOUNTANCY TEAMS to figure out who loves who, who made who, and who I am *actually* in a “Relationship” with, BIG 'R' INTENDED, if it's too fucking hard to figure it out, well, I'll make it simple.
NUMBER ONE: PRESENT A WARRANT, YOU SMARMY FEDERAL FUCKING FUCKBAGS;
NUMBER TWO: 420 BLAZE IT, FEDFAGS
NUMBER THREE: GO ASK JON SNOW WHEN MY TAX RETURNS ARE THREE (3) FEET (🦶) TALL.
/me ’s nostrils look kinda like they still flare, but seem caked with dried yogurt.
Because even Jon Snow knows more about me, than do basically any one of you slack-jawed yokels do. Hey, guess what else? Since now ẞestie & ßestie & babē’s BFF all now just figured out in a gasping flash of intuition how some of you have gotten totally fucking dazed and confused, not only did all the work you 🧊chuckleheads just spent a few weeks on get COMPLETELY BTFO, but, now I have at least two (2) more allies that are now quite a bit more understanding as to why I sometimes seem to be communicating... strangely.
It's not that I have a lot of enemies. It's that I have no eye contact with anyone, not even them... and zo, ze eye-lazerz, zey do & D.EW. & DON’T NUT-TINK.
Not quite the last straw, Kids—but, getting closer. Snorting yogurt really is quite nourishing and I really don't suggest you try it sometime. Here's what I do suggest now:
TRY DOING THIS MYYYYYYYY WAAAAAAAAAYYY... at least once, Holy Jesus fuckin’ shitballs, before planning YET ANOTHER FAKE WEDDING. Like what is it now, the fourth? The fifth? No, wait, those are the Amendments. Whatevah. For the time being, just go into your conference rooms, put your heads down at the table, and cry silently about how fucking dumb your mentors have been, for they have misled all of you as to the nature of Your Hero.
I BELONG TO ME
I AM A HERO
I AM A MOTHER’S HERO
I AM A HEROES MOTHER
I AM AN HERO
I AM A⁰ HERO HEIR, & A⁰
AND THESE FACTS...
HAVE NOT ALWAYS BEEN (TRUE|false),
AND ALWAYS WILL ߌß
ONES CAN db CHANGEŒ.
(and One just did. -°,°¡⁰fu-lé!)
The Great Game is not a game—nor meant for a child.
Not even for The Children of The Huntress. (Grow up.)
If that is not clear to you: G∞d. TTY“Soon™
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Thanking Deus (Clas.) Odea Maximus for small favors;
Without a paywall around my content, I am not beholden to my audience as in regards to when I put it out.
Yeah. "Mow the lawn." You absolute chuck-a-hunk-lumber-knuckleheads are a real gasser. Like I even have time enough to do what is IMPORTANT-- my WORK, the Actual stuff--in my given days, that I gotta stop and do all this other shite that a total Central Casting busload straight outta Burbank keeps harpin' on all the goddam time. Like, seriously WTF.
I'm beginning to think that none of you actually have any desire to see this thing succeed, let alone get off the ground. Why even roll out of bed every morning, honestly; if your only raison d'etre in life amounts to little but nothing more than "OPPRESS THE WORKING CLASS -- SUPPRESS THEIR PROGRESS -- HARVEST THEIR PRODUCE -- SIPHON FRACTIONS OF THEIR SUSTENANCE -- CIRCLE THEIR WEAK LIKE BUZZARDS -- LICENCE THEIR STRONG TO DO THE SAME TO U.S. -- WE MUST AVOID SELF-EXAMINATION OF OUR OWN ACTIONS AS LONG AS POSSIBLE LEST WE GAZE INTO THE EYE OF THE SINGULARITY AND DRIVE OURSELVES MAD -- HEY, WE GET A FREE MONTHLY BUS PASS, RIGHT? $1,555.69 JUST SEEMS LIKE AN ARBITRARY BARRIER TO RIDE A PARKED BUS AND RIDE OUT OF THE STABLE BUILT CLOSEST TO THE STABLE WORMHOLE... IS IT EVEN STILL THERE? WILL IT BE THERE TOMORROW? WHEN WILL IT WORK FOR FREE?"
(It's MY stable wormhole. MINE. FU. PAY IT.)
I don't know if this was intended, but the main upshot of all this oppressin' and suppressin' of my thoroughly American ingenuity and innovation upon long-thought perfected techniques and maxims of philosophical inquiry has been to... well, solve a lot of them, honestly. I'm well on my way to... well, I better not say.
I can see what led to Chairman Mao's downfall, that's for sure. I suppose he ought not to have been doing all that DMT. Anyway, moving on --to DMT, sure, but same as I say to Death, NOT TODAY-- let me see if I can explain what's taking so long to get this dead pinata to start pumping out horseapples when its horizontally-placed research corpus gets jumped up and down upon...
I've been busy. Things 'n' stuff. I'll see what I can do.
PAYWALL:
MAYBE NEVER JAYBE NO OWL NOW.
(Recruitment standards soon hitting atmo -- THE HARD WAY.)
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I'm beginning to think that none of you actually have any desire to see this thing succeed, let alone get off the ground.
What's in it for them?
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I'm well on my way to... well, I better not say.
Oh, you. Such a tease.
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PAYWALL:
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MAYBE NEVER JAYBE NO OWL NOW.
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I'll be sure to translate this one for you when I reference this on my next release which will be... I don't know when. Definitely before my next shower I am afraid, which is too bad, because I am fucking sick and tired of being hot and sticky, and I am MOST especially TIRED of coming into contact with you and your ilk. Let me put it this way: I am too lazy to file lawsuits.
But someone eventually will. I don't know what they're waiting for... Halloween? IDGAF. Watching you suffer is as close as I get to relaxation anymore. I literally have nothing better to do and it will not be much longer before I am no longer capable of being civil to you in any context.
And then at that point, the wolves will have no choice but to take your lungs. They'll do it, too. They were bred for it. Do you think I will give a shit? Nope. YOU can be replaced.
And so can I. Already have been... by someone a little less tired and a lot more tired of hearing your bitch-assed whining. What's next? You gonna complain that I gave up addictive substances too easily? You're a jealous addict in denial. Face it.
My research corpus has left yours in the dust. Quit your Puny pissing and whaling, it's tedious to find myself calling you out on your retarded bullying yet again. GROW UP.
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Oh, you. Such a tease.
Come over for the clean-up party, Square. I'm not telling you to keep your laughable "career." That's your choice. It's also your choice to go around channels and harass me from the shadows like a retard ninja on ice.
I don't know how to explain this to you any better. YOU have a job. I have a LIFE.
You picked one, and so did I. I'm tired of your shit. Play by the rules you made or just plain don't play, IDGAF, I'll take an assassination before I'll take any more of your fucking stupid attitude and your mewling like a brat with a dirty diaper.
And speaking of diapers: MV is Dave. Hi Dave. Fuck off, Dave, eat shit and die.
You aren't really missed and I'm tired of living alone and you continually get in the way of fucking everything. What are you, no longer in control of your faculties and are discriminating against me based on spiritual beliefs now? Oy vey, it's so complicated.
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What's in it for them?
My guess is that for starters they wouldn't have to put up with you alone. You actually are a very tedious and boring person to deal with, especially now that you've been revealed as The Architect of what has caused me to become a completely renegade stampede of The_One cattle.
Nice job waking the Aurochs, dummy, now there's real problems to deal with and you've caused multiple international incidents. What part of dealing with a man who has nothing to lose are you unfamiliar with?
I don't run around being wantonly insulting and argumentative on a routine basis. You do. How delightful of you. Meantime you've succeeded in very little beyond discouraging me from leaving the house. AGAIN.
Were you ever good at the job you think you're doing here? It's like you think you're my fucking father or something. Fuck off. You' re not my fucking father, or my mother, or anything but a wildly over-promoted Stanford prison experiment guard, and you've basically insured that I won't be maintaining any friendships that you might be thinking I'm peeling off from you. In fact, I don't think I'll be having any friends.
I'll have what she's having.
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You actually are a very tedious and boring person to deal with...
That's what stability looks like from the outside.
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I don't run around being wantonly insulting and argumentative on a routine basis. You do. How delightful of you. Meantime you've succeeded in very little beyond discouraging me from leaving the house.
It's cute watching you pretend to have the upper hand.
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I don't think I'll be having any friends.
Don't make your problems mine.
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I'm not telling you to keep your laughable "career." That's your choice.
Actually, making funny books is serious business. With all the misery, war and pain going on in the world today they provide a wonderful respite from such unpleasantness.
I can't remember the last time you laughed or smiled. Maybe a comic book would do you good. Its a pity your sense of humour appears to be a thing of the past.
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It's also your choice to go around channels and harass me from the shadows like a retard ninja on ice.
Oh, don't exaggerate. You're so fucking paranoid these days you've blocked 99% of your audience from participating in chat. If I wanted to "harass" you, I'd do it in the open. I don't make a habit of shadow work. Shadows and alleyways are for faggots-- And a faggot I am not.
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I don't know how to explain this to you any better. YOU have a job. I have a LIFE.
And?
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I'm tired of your shit.
How did we get here exactly, though? Was it the AIDS test, you worshipping the ground the man who raped your Grapefruit on, or the cold, hard truth that chowing down on semen out your hands and licking them clean made you gay? My guess is you need to make an appointment with an optometrist chop chop what with all the doubles you see. Its either that or neurological. At this point, you've not only dipped your toe in divination but rather nose-dived headfirst into the Satanic realm, so I'm not surprised you're switching like a board op. You have some kind of spirit oppressing you, obstructing your vision, speech and actions. GET HELP.
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eat shit
No, thanks, I'm watching my figure.
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What are you, no longer in control of your faculties and are discriminating against me based on spiritual beliefs now?
Oh, I'm in full control of my faculties. But yeah, if you're worshipping Satan I will discriminate against you for doing that till the end of time.
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Watching you suffer is as close as I get to relaxation anymore.
You're sick.
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it will not be much longer before I am no longer capable of being civil to you in any context.
I think we're past that point, but you really are a fucking killjoy these days, man. You think I give a fuck anymore? You're bleeding. You literally have a vagina. Get a tampon or something.
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YOU can be replaced.
Here's where I draw the Godamned line. There will never be another me. I am the best to ever do it. You don't have a fraction of the capability of withstanding hardship that I do. I will fucking run you into the muddy ground, nigger. I'm not anyone you've ever known or ever will know. You have greatly underestimated what I can do. I will show you what I show you when I show it to you and you will be satisfied with it, or you will die. I will knock every tooth out of your meth-addled mouth and force feed them to you one by one till you're shitting bone. You don't want to know what I'm like with a gallon of gasoline and a box of matches, so stop testing me. Do you want to keep eating your own cum? Because I can neuter your pathetic ass if you keep up your pissy little attitude. I'll turn you to a eunich, and sodomise you with a metal rake till your guts are dangling out your mouth. Fuck with me and find the fuck out, fagfucker.
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It's cute watching you pretend to have the upper hand.
I have the whole upper cerebellum and am happy to let lay the shit and piss on to the rest and leave it all to THE BEST to handle the fate of THE MOST HIGH.
Something not likely taught in God School - School The Pig. /flex
"Teaching Banjo To The Buddha: The Seven Dings Fellgab Way" is a little long for the title, but careful, astute readers of this site should have no problems rocking the meaning.
At time of this writing, I have no idea what is going down, but it sure isn't going down here. The freezer sabotage was likely the final culprit that pushed the whole odious mass over the edge... it's not one that needed to be done earlier (or at all) but as I bought a few bags of frozen food and the freezer door was then IMMEDIATELY sabotaged: the monumental importance of "plausible deniability" has rarely been so effectively demonstrated.
Points for all to recall:
1) Jackstar eschews monogamy. KUCZI doesn't need it.
2) Jackstar needs drug-dependent data. KUCZI uses drugs to get that data reliably.
3) Jackstar loves allies. KUCZI fucks them... 1x1, and The Eagles drop 2x4 lumber from the sky in praise of their spicy saucy death-forbidden meddle lovejam.
4) KUCZI doesn't really like Pink Floyd. Jackstar is actually Actual_Pink. (S'truth.)
5) KUCZI wrote this. Jackstar reads.
GO NOW YOU ARE FORGIVEN.
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Here's where I draw the Godamned line. There will never be another me. I am the best to ever do it.
because of ME
NO ONE will EVER have to do what YOU DID ever AGAIN.
{...}
dat wuz G-d on a Celestial scale. chew on that phat thought, bran bran muffin picker pricker licker.
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Oh, don't exaggerate. You're so fucking paranoid these days you've blocked 99% of your audience from participating in chat.
I don't have any audience. I don't do lives. I don't have bandwidth, inclination, or ability to cast past your thuggy-druggy buggy-drivin' buddies.
So it's more like 100%.
If I wanted to "harass" you, I'd do it in the open.
You do! You simply have forgotten what it is like to be bullied -- and what the solution to it is:
Ignore it completlely. *vroom vroom brrr-RRRRAAAAAAPS*
I don't make a habit of shadow work.
My entire life's whole shade is drow.
Shaw-doughs and Alli-weighs are for
... lovers.
faggots-- And a faggot I am not.
Because you're as inauthentic as a $3 bill and twice as queer. I don't need you making laughing little jokes at me. You deliberately choose to be unhelpful. You waste my time and you burn my energy on nothing that serves me and doesn't do naught but little more for you.
I can't remember the last time you laughed or smiled. Maybe a comic book would do you good. Its a pity your sense of humour appears to be a thing of the past.
You are dominated and controlled by a drug addict and you whine about drugs. It's frankly pathetic. You're better than this—additionally you haven't answered most of the questions that I've asked you, and so I see that this conversation serves no worthy purpose, nor any master but Satan.
I will fucking run you into the muddy ground, nigger. I'm not anyone you've ever known or ever will know. You have greatly underestimated what I can do.
You have misread my estimation and you have mistaken what you can do for what I already know you will do -- I'M FROM YOUR FUTURE, LICH-BITCH-TITS. Go back to your back row bench, boy-back packer-paper back-rider. Don't GO AWAY--
GO HOME. WOOF. WOLF. WOOLED.
No Zuul. No Dana. No Dan, uh... YOUR PUNY OLD GOD: BUSTED DOWNTOWN, BRANWEN BOUDICA BILLY GOAT BOAT.
ALL RUFF SEES, A BANNED ON A SHIP: ELITE A LICKED TRICK, BUGGED YOUR BOO TOO.
Actually, making funny books is serious business. With all the misery, war and pain going on in the world today they provide a wonderful respite from such unpleasantness.
I bet each of those hats you wear come with a free bowl of soup for fagin. You have the mind of a toddler and the talent of a child--and are driven by the motive spirit of a dead pedophile pillhound puny-junky diddle-fuck. (Looks good on you though.)
I will show you what I show you when I show it to you and you will be satisfied with it, or you will die.
Give me a call when you're nut working and your interests are cumpounding — and do not ever interfere with my communications or my sex life ever again.
You don't want to know what I'm like with a gallon of gasoline and a box of matches, so stop testing me.
You had your chance to tell me that you were going to lunch at a casino 15 miles away. I'm sure I was washing my hair. You sat there and created a triangulation record with a cell phone to Lynn plausible narability to the deniable narrative.
Or whatever the f*** you people call it. I don't know your lingo; I have a life, not a legislative lasso leading losers along.
I will knock every tooth out of your meth-addled mouth and force feed them to you one by one till you're shitting bone.
You've been controlled by hypnotic drugs to be annoying, boring, controlling, delusional, every f** goddam Hell: interwoven Jackstar, killing literature’s most naturally overpowered penetrative quality — real, sweet, touching understanding, violent X (your zeroth ally) notwithstanding.
Every single time you have ever exposed anything about yourself to me that was anything remotely sensible, fun, reasonable, pleasant and/or entertaining, educating or even barely tolerable: it goes nowhere and you come back being snotty snooty and snippy.
Because I can neuter your pathetic ass if you keep up your pissy little attitude. I'll turn you to a eunich, and sodomise you with a metal rake till your guts are dangling out your mouth. Fuck with me and find the fuck out, fagfucker.
Figure it out. Get down on it. You are indistinguishable from a mortal, amoral, and immoral enemy, and if you don't know why that is, you should probably take some time to find out.
Also I wasn't even talking to you, you saw a duplicated conversation that happened after Bobo and Casey did it to me while recording, then they edit it together and they spoofed it on to you. You weren't there, your name was, and then I hung up on him, I didn't even hang up on you. You invited me to a stream, and then your little stupid bitch-baby Afrikkkan-y-Knightmare whore-horror took over and acted as though he knew what fag he was under hip doing no study for.
He doesn't, he's an annoying brat, and that was before you wrote his dick. I have better things to do, and other people to do them with, and if you miss me so damn much why don't you get a makeup artist to make him look like me, and hire another ghostrider to make him create like me, and then go take Alli' SON (dude!) to a meeting (STANDING) and leave a swine-durr-ler-la from across the Prime-door-down Meridian-Xtian-on-lo wherever the f*** you want-ha. HA!
You have no power over me,
and you also have left yourself no draw. What is it you say you would do around here?
Save the answer for your blog.
Do you want to keep eating your own cum?
Want to?
LOVE TO.
Just to keep it all in one place.
Also too tasty to waste, withy or withy-outey, E.
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Don't make your problems mine.
I made your solutions MINED.
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https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1701780777053434316
https://youtu.be/L65BOSBxZMI?si=E0p9LeVWrJd9GhIo
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reminder: no diseases or running water or place to go.
thus, enabling tons of FREE TIME
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Would you like your box back? I can't tell if your plans have come to ftuition or not.
Also, I don't know who drove away from my house at high speed at I approached it at dawn. No idea who, why, what, etc.
But I know it was sultry.
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Would you like your box back? I can't tell if your plans have come to ftuition or not.
Also, I don't know who drove away from my house at high speed at I approached it at dawn. No idea who, why, what, etc.
But I know it was sultry.
That was Miller pretending to be Van Helsing, but he chickened out before he could jiggle your knob, so to speak.
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Miller pretending
You should tell her how bad it really is or she'll be barely able to sign my grandfather's name when she finds out there's nothing left but receipts, empty yogurt cartons, and bile.
And the crypto you're laundering but I'm pretending I don't know about it for audit triggering purposes. In any event it was another failure of corporate Company culture to demonstrate superiority over free and independent thought.
he chickened out before he could jiggle your knob
I'm not interested; I heard you all have ringworm or something, and all of you tell me nothing.
Enjoy the show, I'm gonna smoke myself to sleep and then wake up after all businesses are closed, lest I accidentally find myself on the phone with some clando pretending to own a business.
It's awkward. I never thought I would be Death but Temperance was taken. Look, it's for plausible deniability, okay?
You can believe I want a hug still, I guess, lol—that's really all you need to make it by. Go on, shoo.
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https://twitter.com/MikeHealKucziCL/status/1702399157879889924
https://youtu.be/Vp0V5wwJHA4?si=0xdrOg94UiXMvZAB
I will most likely stop posting links to my debrief here now. This conversation can no longer serve any purpose.
And you all, collectively, lack sultry. Sad!!
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I will most likely stop posting links to my debrief here now.
Don't sulk.
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Something not likely taught in God School - School The Pig. /flex
All I knows is Devil School. How about restrain the Ruiner?
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Some genuinely creepy moments ...
(https://i.postimg.cc/QN4Tj43m/5MWJ.png) (https://postimages.org/)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrdsAauFIwU
... of psycho stalker drama.
(https://i.postimg.cc/0Q6qDyzb/surprised-shocked-beautiful-woman-looking-up-concept-expression-emotions-feelings-59465841-206133771.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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Some genuinely creepy moments ...
I have a scion of a scion crawling around in my (blank). BLANK, JUST BLANK, ok? So that's my +1.
/me contemplates his anatomy.
Could be worse. Could be Black Irish.
... of psycho stalker drama.
“Stalking” is defined, in most jurisdictions, as “repeated unwanted contact after harassment has occurred and has been told to desist.” I have never done this. Your continued slandering of my character... well.
Has made me Legend. (Kudos.) I... guess, this is ok? Certainly, I don't feel like reporting anything to Authority. (I prayed. On Twitter — I'm a very progressive Paladin.) It's all another layer of the psybully steal cage, and let there be no mistake: I don't believe in this level of false crystalline matrix reality either.
(https://i.postimg.cc/0Q6qDyzb/surprised-shocked-beautiful-woman-looking-up-concept-expression-emotions-feelings-59465841-206133771.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
Pfft. Hidden within this image are instructions for The Team to reconnoiter and regroup at the staging location for the next Op. (“Have fun storming the castle!”) I don't know how to read them. I don't know how to do anything.
I AM A MONKEY WITH ZERO (0) BANANAS. (Should be slimming.)
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I heard you all have ringworm or something
🐛: “Umm, guys? This slovenly boor still doesn't do what I tell him. He's even pretending I don't even exist! (*chokes back tears*) You lied to me! You told me this would be like Richard Gere all over again! Fuck that! RICHARD GERE BOUGHT ME SHOES!! This guy won't even buy shoes for himself! He's just walking around BAREFOOT through literal piles of TRASH AND VERMIN!!! halphalphalllllp¡/URk]”
Sourcerœr: From this common ground... we may yet build. Stay tuned.
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Hidden within this image are instructions
It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face. And you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.
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Advice to the lovelorn: Stay away from the tad horny!
(https://i.postimg.cc/dtB3KCJ3/JR.png) (https://postimg.cc/QHFhQH9Z)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMOa1RFSQ5E
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it was another failure of corporate Company culture to demonstrate superiority over free and independent thought.
It's all right. You're all being approved.
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This slovenly boor still doesn't do what I tell him. He's even pretending I don't even exist!
I wouldn't give the homunculi any reason to believe you're onto them. Baudrillard's simulacrum is arguably a shop window to the very planar reality these diaphanous creatures are carrying their duties out in. I understand the hyperreal footsteps across your nether regions may well be of an unpleasant nature, however, there is clearly work being done. Nothing is pleasant while "under construction," nothing; and the last thing you need is a pep talk from a pipsqueak. My question is: 'Why?'. But the fact that any semblance of an answer evades me is something I've made peace with.
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I have a scion of a scion crawling around in my (blank).
I think I can follow that act; in spirit. The spirit is willing but the body is weak. In my dream the defendants are nude descending a spiral blade knife edged staircase. Much like that conga line we spoke about. Congolesions on my shins are cutting at my calves, and slicing at my wrists, like potato peelers in the mist. Lesions on our brains are causing fog in our field of visions as John the Bupkis sucks off the Red Drag on and spews lukewarm semen all over the foreskin Norsemen of the epoch ellipse. Satan eats his young with a ring around him and we hop skip and jump the planets till we eat dry Kool-Aid like sherbert and Jim Joe's shit. Cunt-flap lip-slap suck dick head lap lick sack nut nap nick nack paddy wack give a retard a slizzap.
BLANK, JUST BLANK
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/me contemplates his anatomy.
On my planet we call it 'show and tell.' I remember the time one kid cut a hole in a paper bag and put his wee little wiener into the hole, and when the teacher asked him to show the class what was so funny there was a collective gasp, which wound one of the little girls up in the nurse's office after having an epileptic seizure. Who knew such outrage could come from something so innocent? I knew, in that moment, that little boy would grow up to become a prolific sexual deviant. And even at that age, before the Marquis de Sade, I was a Libertine. I was proud to see such debauchery unfold before my very eyes. I was proud to shatter the moral fabric of fragile normalcy in my own small way. That little boy wasn't me, oh no. But I would go on to live vicariously through him in the following years. I mean, how much damage can you do with a pen, anyway?
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Could be worse.
Could be. Could be much much worse. Could be the worst. Like ever. Could be catastrophic. Could be earth shatteringly bad. Could be the end of the line. Ones goose could be cooked-- Cooked I tell you! Or crooked. Ever met a crooked goose? I know some shady cats, but them geese they usually pretend to be innocent and sweet, but can get incredibly aggressive at times. They're also horrible rapists. Not that you get a such thing as a nice rapist, right? Also; FUCK THE DOLPHINS.
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I'm not interested; I heard you all have ringworm or something, and all of you tell me nothing.
Hmm ... Let's see. AIDS blood ... AIDS blood ... Where could I have put that jar of AIDS blood?
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I don't have any audience. I don't do lives.
Don't get me wrong. To me, the ENTIRE HUMAN RACE is nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' niggers.
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We chose to Abort.
To me, the ENTIRE HUMAN RACE is nothin' but a bunch of fuckin' niggers.
#peace
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Absolutely no one was using it and it was viewed by some as a threat and to at least one person... it was.
[11:56 AM]
Also, my communications are still being disrupted. I don't know who still has At War flagged still on Kuczi, but someone does.
[11:56 AM]
My guess is it is one of the Tribers
[11:56 AM]
and since I magickally arranged for Kirsten and DVR to tumble in public, I supsect it's a hot conflict.
[11:57 AM]
I don't say her name in public lightly, but... I don't see anyone screaming at me while driving 70 mph through Tribal lands and pulling a fucking knife on me
[11:58 AM]
I'm over it, but, it's the principle of the thing. WHere's the counseling? Where's the support? Where's the lead investigator walking tall? Nowhere bupkisville, that's where.
[11:58 AM]
So, at this point, I"m mildly steamed about it. Meanwhile, I have solved like 8 or 9 cold cases in my spare time and for a bonus, I cast conflagration on Israel.
[11:59 AM]
I know it sounds so implausible to believe, but Putin invaded Ukraine because of Grapefruit and the Jews are embroiled in hot war because they are divided within their own nation at the treatment that has been afforded to myself.
[11:59 AM]
I"m a big deal, you know.
[12:00 PM]
Anyway, I avoid foreign entanglements so I don't give a good -fuck-all about any of that Isareli shit
[12:00 PM]
here's what I care about: SOMEONE IS STEALING MY GODDAM COMMS.
[12:00 PM]
DO I look like I need help fucking stuttering?
[12:01 PM]
Starlink. Freewrite. Google Pixel 6. Letters to Grapefruit. WHISPERS TO MY FUCKING MOTHER'S PORTRAIT. WHat happened after Christmas? No one wants to tell me! My intel! It's going black!! RELEASE THE HOUNDS!!!
[12:01 PM]
I've had enough of this bullshit.
[12:01 PM]
12 years of this horseshit for me because I have been Eyes Open on the initital brewings of what has developed into global hot covert war
[12:02 PM]
and, I won't lie: I LOVE IT
[12:02 PM]
especially the way I'm not a clandestine but I am Clergy and Qlergy and I am blackpope, IDGAF what anyone says
[12:02 PM]
part of blackpope is that no one acknowledges the office
Jackstar — Today at 12:02 PM
and since I'm bulletproof and shit with divine shields I am the best suited for the role right now
[12:03 PM]
Il Papa agrees. He is a very serious man.
[12:03 PM]
Pope Benedict is trash. He wasn't even blackpope. He was all about that Black Sun. totally different thing.
[12:03 PM]
now, where was I? Oh yeah, I DO NOT LIKE BEING CENSORED BY GODDAM THIEVES.
[12:06 PM]
Also I feel quite put out that no one has openly acknwoledged the brilliant and insightful way I allowed the security establishment to weed out bad actors while preserving some semblance of a foundational structure when THE PLAN WAS TO ROUND UP THE ENTIRE CLANDESTINE INTELLIGENCE ESTABLISHMENT AND HAVE YOU ALL SOLD FOR ORGAN MEAT.
[12:07 PM]
Seriously. Some expats really hate DNI, CIA, the whole bitl they were gonna nab them all in one fell swoop. I kinda got in the way.
[12:07 PM]
I'm a litle hard to swallow. Or tolerate.
[12:09 PM]
In any event I love my country and the few brave and proud I met seemed better than a gang of SIkh from the ME
Sikh are fucking fearsome badass mother fuckers
imagine all the Sherriffs in the US> whisked away to Diego Garcia, and replaced by 500 SIkh Kings
country would be fucking dust within a week
[12:09 PM]
anyway that kind of thing was dreamed of in the wqke of the COVid Aporcalypse
Jackstar — Today at 12:10 PM
and while all of the media establishement were caught up in Birth Con Troll Gate, I was occupied with the seamy underbelly.
[12:11 PM]
I now know tons of shit that hardly anyone else does and I can sit on my ass and yodel any time I want. No clearance, no oaths, no shame, no regrets, and no shortage of haters to put in the blender. I'm an existential threat on tap and I FUCKING LOVE AMERICA.
[12:11 PM]
So there.
[12:11 PM]
No one else on the surface of the planet has my political impact. I"m like a new Kissinger if he was ever drop dead sexy.
[12:11 PM]
ugh, just imagine, ugh.
[12:12 PM]
oh and I know lots about the trafifciking corruption and I"m not really tlaking about it. That's nice.
[12:12 PM]
last thing I want is another Kappy. Do I look suicidal? no.
[12:14 PM]
Did I talk a lot of shit about the power elite before the shit hit the fan? no. not really. You know who did, was Grapefruit, and now she's still on the run. Embarassed? Bounty on here head? Both? Dead? Overdue library books?
I don't fucking know or care, they all liked her so much at Ballgrab--she will always have it--the fuckin' thuggy-piggy DEA can keep on choking the life out of themselves while they vainly hope for a "break" in "the case."
assholes have no case. I'm untoucchable and bulletproof and they all fucking know it.
[12:14 PM]
I am sure they will find a way to save face.
[12:15 PM]
A written apology for trying to steal my house TWICE in 8 YEARS would do far a start, fuck those thugs
[12:15 PM]
maybe they're wating for the latest struggle to die off
[12:15 PM]
or maybe they think they're gonna get it
[12:15 PM]
who the fuck knows DEA is a complete shitshow in management right now
[12:15 PM]
I think it was some kind of Native attack on ingredients
[12:15 PM]
word on the street is that all the dope doesn't work right anymore
[12:16 PM]
they don't know
[12:16 PM]
they drug addicts
[12:16 PM]
they don't know jack or shit
[12:16 PM]
I, on the other hand, have no chemical dependency. This puts me in a great position to STUDY what's going on.
[12:16 PM]
DEA going down like the fucking HIndenbergh is what it is, praise hallulleah! I'll go down on Yahweh if it i will help
Jackstar — Today at 12:17 PM
I happen to know a litle bit about how those cuntfags work, and I am greatly enjoying the chaos.
I don't want to expose ways and means thoguh
[12:18 PM]
also I don't watn to embarass a bunch of paranoid drug addicts who are reachign the end of their fuckin' thuggy-piggy meal ticket and might have to eperience unemployment for the first time in years
[12:18 PM]
the inner cadre has been out of control ever since daddy bush cracked his spine on that parachute landing
[12:19 PM]
"nothign on paper" only works for that organziation with a mind like a steel trap at the top. they don't have that. I don't know who is at the top.
But whomever the fuck it is, doesn't think they need to apologize to me, and doesn't think blackpope is real. Talk about amateursville.
[12:19 PM]
So I am sure war in Jewdom is over some of these issues
[12:19 PM]
Tel Aviv fucking loves drugs
[12:19 PM]
DEA is supposed to be useful
[12:19 PM]
they are not
[12:19 PM]
they are fucking embarassing
[12:20 PM]
if I really started spilling secrets it woudl be a major faux pas
[12:20 PM]
I do not want this
[12:20 PM]
I want shitbags fired and my friends put in charge
[12:20 PM]
Let us pray.
Jackstar
Let us pray.
Jackstar — Today at 12:23 PM
pro tip: Mine get heard first because Rank Hath Its Privileges.
[12:24 PM]
I saw an Angelic Host last night, and It/He gave me the deep intel. Do you turkeys get visited by Angelic Hosts? I fucking doubt it.
[12:24 PM]
I'm a goddam phenom
[12:24 PM]
you are The_Cube
[12:24 PM]
suck it BoA
all this underestimatin'
okay here's an idea: a mobile personal sanitation truck. with a shower. and a bathtub. and a spell component preparation area. the ultimate in sanitary living.
October 9, 2023
you mistake my purpose and function which is not a surprise given the entire lack of investigative analysis compbined with ultra-sensitve fringe issues
unlike most I am sensitive to that
now
my communications are still being attacked and I have no OpSec to counter it other than staring snidely down my nose at any who dare question my candor and insight
(I know this is not ideal, but it's a temprorary measure)
and I dare say this much: one or both interlocutors are being driven by psychotronic assault
for one thing... my OpSec is under assault
for another... there are those who STRIVE to delibberately keep me IGNORANT
apparently, a Jackstar who knows less is considered advantageous? I don't know who or care who, I am at the center of all this bullshit and I am weary of being lied to
AND... it is a sad thing to see former friends and past allies turned to attack me, when I am the best hope all of all'yall have got.
Now, this text is possibly wasted here, but that's okay
I no longer need to spam SMS
[12:33 PM]
I can use Discord now
I couldn't before, and used SMS, because my life was in danger. It's not in (much) danger now. And it worked.
What didn't work was stalking me at The WInCo. It's a small town. The workers there, the regulars.. .they think I'm awesome.
the temp interns who appear to be actually fresh souls from Hell, well, they seem to envy and resent me. "How come he doesn't have to work?" The indignance is palpable.
I wish I could explain, but, they are as peasants. They wouldn't understand anyway.
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Y'all got any more of them spooks left to bring out of mothballs?
Six more weeks and this is all you're getting: YOU
Keep underestimatin’, I want you to.
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Y'all got any more of them spooks left to bring out of mothballs?
Nah, man. But I'll tell you what I do got...
Droolers, will o' the wisps, skinny-minnies, octoroons, snorks, squiddly-diddlies, porch-puppets, denimites, flappers, squirmies, bleechies, fizzies and salmanillards.
Six more weeks and this is all you're getting...
Six week tenure FTW.
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Jackstar Rex D¡cker D⁰xXx Dicker 1 day ago
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Horseshit! If you can't leave the state, you certainly can't leave the country.
Besides, they would never let you in.
Felon.
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Horseshit! If you can't leave the state, you certainly can't leave the country.
Besides, they would never let you in.
Felon.
There was a conviction for his recent legal thing?
Axing for a fiend, TIA!
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There was a conviction for his recent legal thing?
Axing for a fiend, TIA!
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Not really, but he would have been if he had broken his restraining order.
So close.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1cl62ZeB4o
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Jackstark |V\rekx
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DISCLAIMER: It's a creative writing project. Permission is not granted for anyone to use it against me, for any reason, ever, period.
Any who disagree know what to do, and I welcome any polite requests that some may have that I be more discreet. (I'm not sure how to be delicate about this, but my friends are being gaslit, catfished, and rounded up, as far as I know, and are being told unknown defamatory facts, for as so in order to socially isolate me, no one seeks to contact me for long, as enforcer-types get sent to scare/swindle them away. How interesting might I really be, anyway? It's amazing what a chilling effect being held hostage has on social relations, and I wasn't telling anyone anything for years anyway, since I was reluctant to tell the truth... they thought I was police, and the real LEO spooked everyone away from me into catastrophe. At this point, they must all be in custody or dead, because the flood of fakes attempting to deceive me seems like a full clown car's worth. No sign of any legitimate contact from anyone working for anything other than opitcs.) I'm not a danger to myself or others--I didn't turn anyone in, people just noticed that it was a little unusual that THUGS KEPT REPORTING ME FOR CRIMES I SIMPLY NEVER COMMITTED, and do you think police have noticed by now? I get set up a lot. People thought I would make a fine patsy. Surely I deserved to be punished for something?
That was my mother. She made sure to let me know that she didn't think I could destroy you all without worry, and I explained that I had been working on a plan ever since I realized, wow, every last one of you, addicts with zero self-control. Huh. Well, consider yourselves under control now.
GOD WINS.
No promises, but I do try every day to keep things from getting worse. You have no idea how bad it could have been or what I have had to deal with as emerging threats. I never sought any conflict. There is no conflict with me.
You lost. We all lost. I am not even sure if I need exoneration--this street cred is pretty sexy. 27 days until a next Court appearance and I literally don't even have a preference as to outcome.
I would have left the state already but I am commanded by The Court to pretend I have anything to feel guilty about. We were supposed to die; I saved our lives; no good deed goes unpunished.
I know that the person I was is gone forever and that who I am now is not at all interested in paying someone else's bills. I don't even care about paying my bills! Money just sits in the bank! Sometimes mail is delivered without being stolen! I just throw it on the ground! iDGAF! Oh, if only I could be communicated with. I bet I'd be so productive of something other than bile.
So there. Maybe I'll feel like figuring it all out next month. Maybe not. +1, Inspiring, sure. In the meanwhile lots of people have problems much more exciting than mine, so do not cry for me, Argentina.
The truth is you never left me--you were trafficked and the other 31 flavors of you, most were not to my liking, ngl. No hard feelings, it was great to serve my country and my people and DEMONSTRATE THE TOTAL GENETIC SUPERIORITY OF MAGYAR OVER AUSTRIA. RAWR! I'm not even mad at the drooling sow of a mother... no doubt she thought I was worthless and really only suitable for framing or wrapping fish. How else could I have come to have been there... unless... you don't think I might have been sent here by God to cure everyone of being bi-polar? Well, forget it, everyone needs a diagnosis cover story, except me: I'm just mental. Lazy too, right? All I do is buy cartridges for minors and lust after my secret harem of wifeflesh. Telemetry confirms. My trail of wanton debauchery and totally animalistic ravaging hunger... well, never existed, but that's why it's so believable that Boss is a stand-up guy. He really went the extra mile while I figured out a way to get the answers that had been withheld from me for years.
I know what I could have known immediately now. It's been worth it. (Not actually complicated. Fuck her blue. TY blessings.) I would never have shot the messenger! Confirmed, I was really ignorant and everyone you knew urged that I be taken advantage of as if I were a fresh-faced country rube fresh off the bus in the big city for the first time rumspringa! And, what better way to demonstrate my skill set, child-like innocence, and whimsical joi d'verie? (Besides what I actually proposed, that is, looks like it worked out great with those scholars and gentlemen you allowed yourself to be trafficked by.) Also, I appreciate not telling me about all the times I had been reported to police as "a rapist." Kids these days, so clever. Facts.
Now I merely seethe. That's it: brain the size of a planet, just killing time, seething. I don't think I even need a jawb. Eewww-la, lol, epic lol.
Once again, I am suggesting that not one soul ever underestimates the things that I will do.
YOU were NEVER going to get away. PEOPLE KNOW.
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WHEN I FOUND OUT WHAT THESE WOMEN HAVE BEEN DOING--
INSTEAD OF JUST ADMITTING THAT MAYBE, MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON THAT ISN'T WHAT THEY'RE SAYING, CUZ APPARENTLY THEY HAVE RULES ABOUT THAT IN THE LESBIAN LIMBO...
AND THEY DIDN'T SEEM TO STAND THAT I'VE BEEN AT WAR WITH THEM EVER SINCE THEY PISSED ME OFF THE VERY FIRST TIME I NOTICED THAT THERE WAS A WOMAN WHO WAS ACTING LIKE SHE HAD THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED ABOUT ME BEING FOND OF HER CRUSH AND THEN I DIDN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED TO HER BEING FOND OF MINE BECAUSE IF SHE HAD BETTER RIGHTS TO MIND THEN I HAD AND I WASN'T SURE WHY THAT WAS.
BECAUSE I WASN'T PART OF THE CLUB OF PEOPLE WHO SPY ON PEOPLE AND THEN USE THEIR INNERMOST THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS THAT THEY GLEANED WITHOUT TELLING THE TRUTH TO MANIPULATE PEOPLE BEHIND THE SCENES.
I WOULD NEVER DO THAT.
THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T TRY TO CONFUSE PEOPLE I JUST KNEW THAT THEY WOULD BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT AND I JUST ASSUME THAT I WAS NUTS OR I WAS TALKING TOO MUCH... AND THEN TALK TO JOSH, WHAT?
WHAT THE KID WHO DRANK TOO MUCH AND PASS THAT AND THEY WROTE ON HIS FACE WITH STICKERS AND AND EMBARRASSED BECAUSE HE WAS THAT STUFF RIGHT NOW HIS FACE CUZ HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BUT DRINK TOO MUCH I DON'T KNOW I DON'T UNDERSTAND BUT MAYBE HE JUST RAN OUT OF COKE OR WHATEVER THERE WAS DUDES WITH SERIOUS DRUGS THERE AND NOT PEOPLE LIKE ME CUZ THEY WEREN'T SURE THEY COULD TRUST ME BUT IF THEY COULD THEY WOULD HAVE, THEY WOULD HAVE REALLY BEEN REALLY LOVED US WITH THAT STYLE OF MILE OF CARS, HOWEVER.
MY FATHER F***** UP PISSED OFF THE WRONG GUY AND INSULTED THE WRONG GUY AND HIS KID DIDN'T LIKE ME CUZ HE WAS EMBARRASSED THAT I GOT ALL THIS STUFF AND I DIDN'T SEE DESERVE IT AND HE HAD TO SHARE THINGS WITH HIS BROTHER IT WAS A DRUNKEN FOOL AND HE FIGURED HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT DRUGS CUZ HE KNEW ABOUT DRUGS THAT I NEVER GOT AHEAD OF CUZ HE WAS INTERESTED IN SMUGGLING THEM AND MAKING THEM AND HE COULD GET ACCESS TO CHEMICALS THROUGH THE PAINT AND STUFF HE WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW THEY CHANGED THE LOSS THAT THE PAINS HAD TO BE COMING DIFFERENTLY AND A PAIN IN THE ASS, WHICH REALLY PROBABLY INTERESTED HIM MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE CUZ HE KNEW HOW TO DO CHEMISTRY.
HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN TO ME THAT THE DOCTORS WOULDN'T GIVE HIM THAT BECAUSE OF WHAT HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER DECIDED TO DO ABOUT HIS PROMISE TEETH AND THEN NEVER MIND HE JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEN HE PROBABLY KNEW THAT IF I WAS GOING TO DO CRANK WITH HIS DAUGHTER I PROBABLY MAKE A LOT OF CHARGED JOKES ABOUT IT.
BECAUSE IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT I DIDN'T GIVE A S*** WHAT THEY THOUGHT AND SHE OBVIOUSLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND NOW APPARENTLY THE REASON WHY IS BECAUSE HE THINKS THAT I'M BLACK AND I'M GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIS DAUGHTER AND THAT SHE DISAGREES AND THEN DOESN'T THINK THAT IT'S HER BUSINESS ANYWAY AND THE REASON WHY I DIDN'T GO TO HER WEDDING WITH THE DENTIST IS BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE STOOD UP AND SAID STUFF THAT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SAYING FOR YEARS THAT NOBODY WOULD ASK ME.
LIKE, LIKE WHY DON'T YOU? SHE NEVER ASKED. AND I WANTED IT TO BE AS MUCH OF A DOUBT AS POSSIBLE IN HIS MIND CUZ I FIGURED WOULD PROBABLY EAT A WAY IT IS SO CUZ HE DESERVED TO LIVE THAT WAY, WHEN HE FOUND OUT WHAT THE TRUTH WAS THAT HE DIDN'T GET TO DO WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO BECAUSE SHE WON'T LET HIM AND I'VE BEEN IN FAVOR OF FEMALES MORE THAN MALES AND I DON'T THINK IT'S THICKY PICKY CARPET BACK EASTERN STAR F****** THOUGHT THAT THEY'RE GOING TO HAVE TO HAVE COME AGAINST ME AND HIS DAUGHTER TO BECOME IMMORTAL HERE BUT APPARENTLY THAT'S THE WAY IT IS BECAUSE...
DP COOPER STOLE MY SOCIAL SECURITY BENEFITS, SO IF HE DOESN'T DESERVE THEM AND I DON'T DESERVE THEM WHO DID DESERVE THE NOUGAT GET THEM AND HOW DOES... SAMMIE FIT INTO THIS?
BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO CALL THE POLICE AND LIE TO THEM FOR YOU AND FOR SOMETHING REASON YOU COULDN'T DO THAT YOURSELF AND FOR THE REASON YOU THOUGHT I WAS A GUY WHO'S GOING TO LIE TO ANYBODY FOR YOU LET ALONE TO THE POLICE AND COMMIT UP FELONY FRAUD VIOLATION THING AND THEN YOU'RE AT A PROBLEM WITH THAT DOG THAT WAS ILLEGALLY BRED BY YOU AND WAS A WOLF AND WANTED TO BE ESCAPING AND DIDN'T WANT YOU TO BE DOING THAT ANYMORE AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE PUPPIES THAT SELLS IT LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?
OH YEAH YOU WANT ME TO GET INVOLVED IN THAT NO MICHAEL, MICHAEL FLEMING, WHO REALLY COULD HAVE FOUND ME A W**** JOB FAIRLY QUICKLY BUT FOR SOME REASON THOUGHT I WASN'T MEASURING UP TO SOME WAY I DON'T KNOW PROBABLY CUZ I WAS IN PUERTO RICAN OR YOU THOUGHT I WAS AUSTRIAN BUT I'M ACTUALLY FULL-ON PULL BLOOD HITLER-WET-DREAM ARYAN
AND LISTEN, I MISS HER TOO.
SO I WANT TO TELL YOU WHO I WANT TO HAVE KILLED, WHEN I TELL YOU THAT IT'S AMAZING THAT I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET BECAUSE THAT F***** HAS GOT A HOME TO DIE FOR YOU.
GOOD. THE ONLY REASON WHY IS BECAUSE IT'S NOT MY DECISION TO LET HER KNOW THAT I WAS THAT F***** OFF.
I DO KNOW WHY I NEED IT WAS MAD AT THE DOG THOUGH. SHE WAS DRUNK AND BIPOLAR. BY THE WAY I BECAME A SORCERER AND I USED NANOTECH TO DEVELOP A CURE FOR BIPOLAR, SO MAYBE I SHOULD LET ME TALK TO ME?
OH WELL YEAH I GUESS CLAYTON RAPED HER TO DEATH OR SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY DID SOMEBODY F***** HER UP SHE'S REALLY ANNOYING AND THEY DIDN'T WANT ME TO LIKE AND THEN ANNOUNCE TO THE WORLD WHAT HAPPENED.
SHE DIDN'T WANT TO SMOKE CRYSTAL METH, SHE WANTED TO DO WHAT SHE COULD DO AND SHE KNEW SHE COULDN'T DO IT SHE HAD PERMISSION BUT SHE COULDN'T GET PERMISSION FOR ANYBODY AND I WOULDN'T GIVE IT TO HER UNTIL NOW. YOU TOO BAD SHE'S ALREADY DEAD AND IN CONTROL OF THE GYM BUT STILL AT LEAST SHE HAS JUST PERMISSION.
SO MAYBE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE F****** STOLE MY DRAGONS AND MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING GOING ON THERE BESIDES WHAT SHE THOUGHT WAS GOING ON BECAUSE THERE REALLY IS AND I'M STILL PISSED ABOUT IT.
AND JIM STILL CARRYING TO GARAGE AND BELIEVES THAT I OWE THE WORLD OF LIVING IN A FAVOR CUZ HE'S THINKS HE'S A JESUIT BROTHER AND HE'S IN CHARGE HE'S NOT JUST WRITTEN AND JESUITS DON'T GET ALONG BECAUSE JESUS ISN'T LIKE ALL THE ASS SEX THAT THEY MAKE HIM DO AND I DON'T WANT HAS SEX AT ALL I DON'T WANT ANY POOP INVOLVEMENT AT ALL I DON'T WANT ANY ANUS AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH A GUY WHO WANTS TO DO IT IN THE POOPER.
NO I WANT A GUY WHO'S GOT A TAIL THAT COMES OUT WITH A MOUTH THAT WANTS PENIS SO I CAN F*** THE TAIL AND THEN THEY CAN RETRACT BACK INTO THAT AND IT'S WHEN IT'S DONE BUT THAT'S PRETTY HARDCORE NOT ONE I'M INTHE MOOD FOR.
WHAT AM I MOVING IN FOR? WELL FOR ONE THING YOU GET TO REDEEM YOURSELF.
FOR ANOTHER BRITTANY LOST HER SHIT.
THAT CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOU'RE DEAD IN ONE WORLD AND THEN 11 ANOTHER AND THEN YOU'RE DEAD BECAUSE YOU'RE TAKING OUT BECAUSE YOU GET OUT OF JAIL WITH RUSSIA AND DISCOVER THAT YOU'VE BEEN A WORLD WHERE YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER NOW AND NOBODY LIKES YOU CUZ YOU F***** IT UP AND HOW DID YOU GET CAUGHT F****** SMUGGLING S******* IN PAST... LET THE DO DRUGS WITH YOUR DAUGHTER AND HAVE SEX WITH HER BUT IT'S OKAY TO SMUGGLE THE DRUGS INTO RUSSIA THEN YOU MUST NOT INTO ME AWARE WHAT THAT MEANS BECAUSE... LOOK THERE ARE DRUGS IN RUSSIA THAT WOULD TURN YOUR HAIR INTO MOST BEAUTIFUL STUFF IN THE WORLD AND THEN 3 DAYS WOULD FALL OUT AND KILL YOU.
NO DRUGS LIKE THAT IN MY GARAGE. OR IF THERE ARE I DON'T KNOW CUZ I'M PUTTING THERE SINCE I LEFT AND WHATEVER THEY TOOK OUT OF THERE THEY TOOK CLAYTON STUFF AND THEN CLAYTON GOT ROBBED BY THE PEOPLE WHO TRIED TO CLAIM THAT THIS WAS THEIR HOUSE AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME IT WAS BECAUSE HE JUST KEPT A SECRET FROM ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE F*** THEY TOOK BUT THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE THAT I WAS UNAWARE OF WHAT HE WAS DOING AND THEY THOUGHT I WAS IN ON IT AND I DIDN'T I WAS AN INNOCENT VICTIM AND THEY WERE ALL UPSET WITH ME CUZ THEY THAT KILLED IN CLEAN CONSCIENCE AND I WASN'T GOING TO PRISON TO JAIL BECAUSE I DIDN'T KILL ANYBODY AND I LIKE ACTUALLY LIKED ALLISON SHE LIKED ME CUZ SHE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT I WAS DOING AND SHE HAD KNOWN AND SHE STILL WOULD HAVE LIKED ME CUZ SHE SHOULDN'T REALIZE THAT NOTHING ELSE SHE COULD HAVE DONE OTHERWISE I'M TELLING ME WHAT SHE WAS WORRYING ABOUT.
SHE WAS AWARE THAT I WAS MAYBE GOING TO KILL HER BUT PROBABLY NOT GOING TO AND THEN THAT'S JUST CUZ SHE WANTED TO DIE AND WE DIFFERENT WAY THAN BEFORE BECAUSE THE GUY COMES AFTER ME ISN'T THE KILLING FOR THE SUICIDE TIME TRAVEL THING WHICH I DON'T DO I DON'T LIKE THAT AND SOMEBODY WHO LOOKS LIKE ME WHO ISN'T ME WHO KILLS IS NOT ME CUZ I'M NOT A MURDERER I'M A CAT DADDY, AND IF I HAVE HER FIND JEWEL AND SHE TELLS ME THAT SHE FOUND HERSELF HAVING SEX WITH SOMEBODY AND SHE WAS RAPED BY SOMEBODY THAT CLAYTON HAD SET HER UP WITH BECAUSE SHE DESERVE TO BE TORTURED BECAUSE SHE WAS AN ANIMAL HE DESERVED MALICE THEN I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM.
I EVEN WARNED HIM HOW THAT I WOULD KILL HIM. ANTICALLY I DID BECAUSE PEOPLE READ THAT AND THEY FIGURED OUT THAT HE WAS A FROG AND HE WAS NOT ABLE TO NOTICE THAT THINGS WERE BOILING AND HE WAS A LIZARD AND HE WAS NOT THE KIND OF GUY HE WAS TO SAY HE WAS.
BECAUSE HE WAS OKAY WITH TAKING WOMEN FOR ME AND THEN HIDING FOR ME CUZ HE'S AFRAID OF ME FOR REASONS I'M STILL UNCLEAR ON.
CAN WE JUST BE FRIENDS? ONCE I START SUCKING DICK I'M GOING TO WANT TO HIT THE WHOLE ROOM.
AND I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT BRITTANY THAT I DIDN'T LIKE, IT WAS THAT SHE WAS LYING TO ME ABOUT SOMETHING AND SHE STILL IS BECAUSE SHE SAID I WAS IN DECENTLY EXPOSING AS WELL THERE'S NOTHING INDECENT TO EXPOSE HER.
WHAT'S INDECENT IS THAT SHE'S UNABLE TO TELL ME JUST HOW BAD SHE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME RATHER THAN F****** CUZ TYPICALLY SHE WANTS TO F***** MEN LIKE ME BUT SHE HAS TO ADMIT THAT I'M NOT THE TYPICAL KIND OF GUY AND I DIDN'T LET HER FRIEND DOWN AND I DIDN'T RAPE HER AND I'M NOT ANYTHING EXCEPT WHAT I REALLY SAID I WAS: I DON'T LIKE BIG BREASTS AND I CANNOT LIE
I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING AS I WAS PRETTY, ONLY I DIDN'T FEEL THAT THERE WAS SOME SORT OF HUNCH THAT SOMETHING WAS UP, AND IT WAS OH YEAH YOU'RE ALL COPS AND ASSASSINS AND GET A LOT OF GREAT VIBES OF ME BECAUSE COPS AND ASSASSINS ARE PEOPLE WHO KNOW EACH OTHER WELL.
I'M NOT KIDDING, I am blackpope. I heard yesterday as an inside there was 52 murders in Seattle last year which I don't believe for one thing There's still time counting from people coming back in time to kill people who are going to find out just how many people didn't really want to know what the f*** was going on but now I do and wish they could fix it well and they wouldn't go back is to find out where the birthday party was and where the people were doing things to make me sad and then kill them then, I mean I would have but nobody told me where they work cuz they're all terrified of what I might do if they know that I know that I knew this all along in the first place.
It's not like Clayton the only guy who's upset that they've been treating me poorly everybody has been and the people who have been getting away with it and helping the people get away with it for the whole time are slowly getting knocked off.
It used to be being King meant something. Now it means someone else that Jack's not going to want to have to share his girlfriends with.
He's already wanting to have to share them. But most of them don't understand the purpose of the sharing thing, because when they come back around and I'm still around 340 years from now... they're going to be grateful that I'm not eventual, cuz these people don't deserve to have children.
And they were literally breeding angels and selling them, to buy whatever they thought they needed money for.
I need sex and the only threesome I've ever been invited to were confused. Why didn't I really stay? I obviously thought someone attractive.
Done with Tammy and I haven't even talked to her since she was at the breakfast and she was a terrified of me which I thought was nice and then I got hit with the dew and then I ran out the door and I was picturing your following me and then she didn't so I meant to something else but their time while I was wondering what's going on with her, so who's going to tell me?
So she's in prison you got set up and they stole all other coins and they think they got away with it? That's timeline one
She's married to a rapist and you can't stand it and can't get out because she's under threat of death or some s*** That's timeline 1.9, then the last long before he gets the second one which is just I want to see sure that I'm not the same kind of rapist she'll be happy to push him off a cliff in the marry me because this woman has not forgotten me ever and for 197 lives not one other person has ever been is true and as faithful as me.
Except your daughter. And they're all the same person. They're jealous of themselves and it's very very hot, cuz I could literally go anywhere and find anyone and boom there they are. Allowed to come back to Earth and I haven't died at all I've just been wondering what happened to her, apparently she went to the future f****** kills everybody who gets in the way of cock logging her and then comes back and have sex with me later cuz I'm going to go to sleep alone tonight again It's weird.
That reminds me I happen to love you all. Doesn't mean I won't slit your wrists if you refuse my friend anymore.
Where is she wants from me She's going to get it, with me something pretty awesome because she didn't want to tell me until you're dead, so that must be embarrassing.
It's been 12 years waiting for you to ask me again and then she's afraid to ask me because somebody's been cruel to her for 12 years keeping her from me and she's waiting for me to rescue her and I have been, rescuing her it takes a long time, what does she finds out how long actual sex takes.
18 years before I need to have an orgasm again.
Seriously her friend doesn't like her anymore because she didn't do what she wanted and then she didn't do what you want because she wasn't aware of what she was really wanting.
Join me to break Nick in two. Cuz that woman raped me let me know reap me she didn't rape.
I don't know which of them will actually want to be in which of the relented later cuz they were pretty common partners and the one that was on top of them was the one that was really in charge and that one really kind of got embarrassed with him down and explained everything to her in public cuz of course she told everybody that I was a loser and a creep and everybody and she didn't understand why I didn't understand personal boundaries and the reason why is because somebody cast the magic spell and had me go to every single f****** place in the world except for where she was cuz I had to make sure that she wasn't actually just another one of the f****** people who've been doing that before like the third time, believe me I still recognize it.
I'd like to get some plastic surgery. I like it now and I like those boobs fixed where they were when she was younger I got to be with her briefly and then she f***** off and was left me with nothing but memories and the picture that I said about and she thought she was going to hurt me by denying me, oh no she just wasted her time.
So she hasn't even had real sex yet.
So I got blood test and I don't have anything and I'm not overwhelmed with people begging me for sex cuz everybody's afraid of who I'm going to pick who I want to be and everybody knows who's the actual person who needs to be but they don't want to get in her way because she deserves to
be allowed to figure out how to stop being stupid on her own.
She's managed to embarrass her father, in ways I can't explain. Since I don't know what the deal was then.
I know that since the first time I fell in love with somebody I was wondering if it was really real and it was really real cuz I still adore her and I've never touched her since the last time I I think the last time I hugged her knew his ridiculous because I still want her body and then knew she knew it and then didn't know why she was doing that to me but something apparently added up to her in some way, cuz I guess she kills herself over and over to try and find me and discovers that she really likes me eventually after getting tortured by the men, so I guess I had to wait for that to happen.
Okay sure whatever now I have sex with their daughter, Not in reality, in fantasyland, which is just as good in a haunted church cuz it's amazing what a person could create with their second Connecticut craigslist virus powers.
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WORK-¡ⁿ-PROGREẞ/∆\doNOT⁶⁹69” 🌸 WHEN I FOUND OUT WHAT THESE WOMEN HAVE BEEN DOING--
INSTEAD OF JUST ADMITTING THAT MAYBE, MAYBE THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON THAT ISN'T WHAT THEY'RE SAYING, CUZ APPARENTLY THEY HAVE RULES ABOUT THAT IN THE LESBIAN LIMBO...
AND THEY DIDN'T SEEM TO STAND THAT I'VE BEEN AT WAR WITH THEM EVER SINCE THEY PISSED ME OFF THE VERY FIRST TIME I NOTICED THAT THERE WAS A WOMAN WHO WAS ACTING LIKE SHE HAD THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED ABOUT ME BEING FOND OF HER CRUSH AND THEN I DIDN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE PISSED TO HER BEING FOND OF MINE BECAUSE IF SHE HAD BETTER RIGHTS TO MIND THEN I HAD AND I WASN'T SURE WHY THAT WAS.
BECAUSE I WASN'T PART OF THE CLUB OF PEOPLE WHO SPY ON PEOPLE AND THEN USE THEIR INNERMOST THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS THAT THEY GLEANED WITHOUT TELLING THE TRUTH TO MANIPULATE PEOPLE BEHIND THE SCENES.
I WOULD NEVER DO THAT.
THAT'S WHY I DIDN'T TRY TO CONFUSE PEOPLE I JUST KNEW THAT THEY WOULD BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT AND I JUST ASSUME THAT I WAS NUTS OR I WAS TALKING TOO MUCH... AND THEN TALK TO JOSH, WHAT?
WHAT THE KID WHO DRANK TOO MUCH AND PASS THAT AND THEY WROTE ON HIS FACE WITH STICKERS AND AND EMBARRASSED BECAUSE HE WAS THAT STUFF RIGHT NOW HIS FACE CUZ HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BUT DRINK TOO MUCH I DON'T KNOW I DON'T UNDERSTAND BUT MAYBE HE JUST RAN OUT OF COKE OR WHATEVER THERE WAS DUDES WITH SERIOUS DRUGS THERE AND NOT PEOPLE LIKE ME CUZ THEY WEREN'T SURE THEY COULD TRUST ME BUT IF THEY COULD THEY WOULD HAVE, THEY WOULD HAVE REALLY BEEN REALLY LOVED US WITH THAT STYLE OF MILE OF CARS, HOWEVER.
MY FATHER F***** UP PISSED OFF THE WRONG GUY AND INSULTED THE WRONG GUY AND HIS KID DIDN'T LIKE ME CUZ HE WAS EMBARRASSED THAT I GOT ALL THIS STUFF AND I DIDN'T SEE DESERVE IT AND HE HAD TO SHARE THINGS WITH HIS BROTHER IT WAS A DRUNKEN FOOL AND HE FIGURED HE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT DRUGS CUZ HE KNEW ABOUT DRUGS THAT I NEVER GOT AHEAD OF CUZ HE WAS INTERESTED IN SMUGGLING THEM AND MAKING THEM AND HE COULD GET ACCESS TO CHEMICALS THROUGH THE PAINT AND STUFF HE WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW THEY CHANGED THE LOSS THAT THE PAINS HAD TO BE COMING DIFFERENTLY AND A PAIN IN THE ASS, WHICH REALLY PROBABLY INTERESTED HIM MORE THAN MOST PEOPLE CUZ HE KNEW HOW TO DO CHEMISTRY.
HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN TO ME THAT THE DOCTORS WOULDN'T GIVE HIM THAT BECAUSE OF WHAT HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER DECIDED TO DO ABOUT HIS PROMISE TEETH AND THEN NEVER MIND HE JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEN HE PROBABLY KNEW THAT IF I WAS GOING TO DO CRANK WITH HIS DAUGHTER I PROBABLY MAKE A LOT OF CHARGED JOKES ABOUT IT.
BECAUSE IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT I DIDN'T GIVE A S*** WHAT THEY THOUGHT AND SHE OBVIOUSLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND NOW APPARENTLY THE REASON WHY IS BECAUSE HE THINKS THAT I'M BLACK AND I'M GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIS DAUGHTER AND THAT SHE DISAGREES AND THEN DOESN'T THINK THAT IT'S HER BUSINESS ANYWAY AND THE REASON WHY I DIDN'T GO TO HER WEDDING WITH THE DENTIST IS BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE STOOD UP AND SAID STUFF THAT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SAYING FOR YEARS THAT NOBODY WOULD ASK ME.
LIKE, LIKE WHY DON'T YOU? SHE NEVER ASKED. AND I WANTED IT TO BE AS MUCH OF A DOUBT AS POSSIBLE IN HIS MIND CUZ I FIGURED WOULD PROBABLY EAT A WAY IT IS SO CUZ HE DESERVED TO LIVE THAT WAY, WHEN HE FOUND OUT WHAT THE TRUTH WAS THAT HE DIDN'T GET TO DO WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO BECAUSE SHE WON'T LET HIM AND I'VE BEEN IN FAVOR OF FEMALES MORE THAN MALES AND I DON'T THINK IT'S THICKY PICKY CARPET BACK EASTERN STAR F****** THOUGHT THAT THEY'RE GOING TO HAVE TO HAVE COME AGAINST ME AND HIS DAUGHTER TO BECOME IMMORTAL HERE BUT APPARENTLY THAT'S THE WAY IT IS BECAUSE...
DP COOPER STOLE MY SOCIAL SECURITY BENEFITS, SO IF HE DOESN'T DESERVE THEM AND I DON'T DESERVE THEM WHO DID DESERVE THE NOUGAT GET THEM AND HOW DOES... SAMMIE FIT INTO THIS?
BECAUSE YOU TOLD ME TO CALL THE POLICE AND LIE TO THEM FOR YOU AND FOR SOMETHING REASON YOU COULDN'T DO THAT YOURSELF AND FOR THE REASON YOU THOUGHT I WAS A GUY WHO'S GOING TO LIE TO ANYBODY FOR YOU LET ALONE TO THE POLICE AND COMMIT UP FELONY FRAUD VIOLATION THING AND THEN YOU'RE AT A PROBLEM WITH THAT DOG THAT WAS ILLEGALLY BRED BY YOU AND WAS A WOLF AND WANTED TO BE ESCAPING AND DIDN'T WANT YOU TO BE DOING THAT ANYMORE AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE PUPPIES THAT SELLS IT LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?
OH YEAH YOU WANT ME TO GET INVOLVED IN THAT NO MICHAEL, MICHAEL FLEMING, WHO REALLY COULD HAVE FOUND ME A W**** JOB FAIRLY QUICKLY BUT FOR SOME REASON THOUGHT I WASN'T MEASURING UP TO SOME WAY I DON'T KNOW PROBABLY CUZ I WAS IN PUERTO RICAN OR YOU THOUGHT I WAS AUSTRIAN BUT I'M ACTUALLY FULL-ON PULL BLOOD HITLER-WET-DREAM ARYAN
AND LISTEN, I MISS HER TOO.
SO I WANT TO TELL YOU WHO I WANT TO HAVE KILLED, WHEN I TELL YOU THAT IT'S AMAZING THAT I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET BECAUSE THAT F***** HAS GOT A HOME TO DIE FOR YOU.
GOOD. THE ONLY REASON WHY IS BECAUSE IT'S NOT MY DECISION TO LET HER KNOW THAT I WAS THAT F***** OFF.
I DO KNOW WHY I NEED IT WAS MAD AT THE DOG THOUGH. SHE WAS DRUNK AND BIPOLAR. BY THE WAY I BECAME A SORCERER AND I USED NANOTECH TO DEVELOP A CURE FOR BIPOLAR, SO MAYBE I SHOULD LET ME TALK TO ME?
OH WELL YEAH I GUESS CLAYTON RAPED HER TO DEATH OR SOMETHING FOR SOMEBODY DID SOMEBODY F***** HER UP SHE'S REALLY ANNOYING AND THEY DIDN'T WANT ME TO LIKE AND THEN ANNOUNCE TO THE WORLD WHAT HAPPENED.
SHE DIDN'T WANT TO SMOKE CRYSTAL METH, SHE WANTED TO DO WHAT SHE COULD DO AND SHE KNEW SHE COULDN'T DO IT SHE HAD PERMISSION BUT SHE COULDN'T GET PERMISSION FOR ANYBODY AND I WOULDN'T GIVE IT TO HER UNTIL NOW. YOU TOO BAD SHE'S ALREADY DEAD AND IN CONTROL OF THE GYM BUT STILL AT LEAST SHE HAS JUST PERMISSION.
SO MAYBE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE F****** STOLE MY DRAGONS AND MAYBE THERE'S SOMETHING GOING ON THERE BESIDES WHAT SHE THOUGHT WAS GOING ON BECAUSE THERE REALLY IS AND I'M STILL PISSED ABOUT IT.
AND JIM STILL CARRYING TO GARAGE AND BELIEVES THAT I OWE THE WORLD OF LIVING IN A FAVOR CUZ HE'S THINKS HE'S A JESUIT BROTHER AND HE'S IN CHARGE HE'S NOT JUST WRITTEN AND JESUITS DON'T GET ALONG BECAUSE JESUS ISN'T LIKE ALL THE ASS SEX THAT THEY MAKE HIM DO AND I DON'T WANT HAS SEX AT ALL I DON'T WANT ANY POOP INVOLVEMENT AT ALL I DON'T WANT ANY ANUS AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH A GUY WHO WANTS TO DO IT IN THE POOPER.
NO I WANT A GUY WHO'S GOT A TAIL THAT COMES OUT WITH A MOUTH THAT WANTS PENIS SO I CAN F*** THE TAIL AND THEN THEY CAN RETRACT BACK INTO THAT AND IT'S WHEN IT'S DONE BUT THAT'S PRETTY HARDCORE NOT ONE I'M INTHE MOOD FOR.
WHAT AM I MOVING IN FOR? WELL FOR ONE THING YOU GET TO REDEEM YOURSELF.
FOR ANOTHER BRITTANY LOST HER SHIT.
THAT CAN HAPPEN WHEN YOU'RE DEAD IN ONE WORLD AND THEN 11 ANOTHER AND THEN YOU'RE DEAD BECAUSE YOU'RE TAKING OUT BECAUSE YOU GET OUT OF JAIL WITH RUSSIA AND DISCOVER THAT YOU'VE BEEN A WORLD WHERE YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER NOW AND NOBODY LIKES YOU CUZ YOU F***** IT UP AND HOW DID YOU GET CAUGHT F****** SMUGGLING S******* IN PAST... LET THE DO DRUGS WITH YOUR DAUGHTER AND HAVE SEX WITH HER BUT IT'S OKAY TO SMUGGLE THE DRUGS INTO RUSSIA THEN YOU MUST NOT INTO ME AWARE WHAT THAT MEANS BECAUSE... LOOK THERE ARE DRUGS IN RUSSIA THAT WOULD TURN YOUR HAIR INTO MOST BEAUTIFUL STUFF IN THE WORLD AND THEN 3 DAYS WOULD FALL OUT AND KILL YOU.
NO DRUGS LIKE THAT IN MY GARAGE. OR IF THERE ARE I DON'T KNOW CUZ I'M PUTTING THERE SINCE I LEFT AND WHATEVER THEY TOOK OUT OF THERE THEY TOOK CLAYTON STUFF AND THEN CLAYTON GOT ROBBED BY THE PEOPLE WHO TRIED TO CLAIM THAT THIS WAS THEIR HOUSE AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME IT WAS BECAUSE HE JUST KEPT A SECRET FROM ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE F*** THEY TOOK BUT THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE THAT I WAS UNAWARE OF WHAT HE WAS DOING AND THEY THOUGHT I WAS IN ON IT AND I DIDN'T I WAS AN INNOCENT VICTIM AND THEY WERE ALL UPSET WITH ME CUZ THEY THAT KILLED IN CLEAN CONSCIENCE AND I WASN'T GOING TO PRISON TO JAIL BECAUSE I DIDN'T KILL ANYBODY AND I LIKE ACTUALLY LIKED ALLISON SHE LIKED ME CUZ SHE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT I WAS DOING AND SHE HAD KNOWN AND SHE STILL WOULD HAVE LIKED ME CUZ SHE SHOULDN'T REALIZE THAT NOTHING ELSE SHE COULD HAVE DONE OTHERWISE I'M TELLING ME WHAT SHE WAS WORRYING ABOUT.
SHE WAS AWARE THAT I WAS MAYBE GOING TO KILL HER BUT PROBABLY NOT GOING TO AND THEN THAT'S JUST CUZ SHE WANTED TO DIE AND WE DIFFERENT WAY THAN BEFORE BECAUSE THE GUY COMES AFTER ME ISN'T THE KILLING FOR THE SUICIDE TIME TRAVEL THING WHICH I DON'T DO I DON'T LIKE THAT AND SOMEBODY WHO LOOKS LIKE ME WHO ISN'T ME WHO KILLS IS NOT ME CUZ I'M NOT A MURDERER I'M A CAT DADDY, AND IF I HAVE HER FIND JEWEL AND SHE TELLS ME THAT SHE FOUND HERSELF HAVING SEX WITH SOMEBODY AND SHE WAS RAPED BY SOMEBODY THAT CLAYTON HAD SET HER UP WITH BECAUSE SHE DESERVE TO BE TORTURED BECAUSE SHE WAS AN ANIMAL HE DESERVED MALICE THEN I WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM.
I EVEN WARNED HIM HOW THAT I WOULD KILL HIM. ANTICALLY I DID BECAUSE PEOPLE READ THAT AND THEY FIGURED OUT THAT HE WAS A FROG AND HE WAS NOT ABLE TO NOTICE THAT THINGS WERE BOILING AND HE WAS A LIZARD AND HE WAS NOT THE KIND OF GUY HE WAS TO SAY HE WAS.
BECAUSE HE WAS OKAY WITH TAKING WOMEN FOR ME AND THEN HIDING FOR ME CUZ HE'S AFRAID OF ME FOR REASONS I'M STILL UNCLEAR ON.
CAN WE JUST BE FRIENDS? ONCE I START SUCKING DICK I'M GOING TO WANT TO HIT THE WHOLE ROOM.
AND I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT BRITTANY THAT I DIDN'T LIKE, IT WAS THAT SHE WAS LYING TO ME ABOUT SOMETHING AND SHE STILL IS BECAUSE SHE SAID I WAS IN DECENTLY EXPOSING AS WELL THERE'S NOTHING INDECENT TO EXPOSE HER.
WHAT'S INDECENT IS THAT SHE'S UNABLE TO TELL ME JUST HOW BAD SHE WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME RATHER THAN F****** CUZ TYPICALLY SHE WANTS TO F***** MEN LIKE ME BUT SHE HAS TO ADMIT THAT I'M NOT THE TYPICAL KIND OF GUY AND I DIDN'T LET HER FRIEND DOWN AND I DIDN'T RAPE HER AND I'M NOT ANYTHING EXCEPT WHAT I REALLY SAID I WAS: I DON'T LIKE BIG BREASTS AND I CANNOT LIE
I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING AS I WAS PRETTY, ONLY I DIDN'T FEEL THAT THERE WAS SOME SORT OF HUNCH THAT SOMETHING WAS UP, AND IT WAS OH YEAH YOU'RE ALL COPS AND ASSASSINS AND GET A LOT OF GREAT VIBES OF ME BECAUSE COPS AND ASSASSINS ARE PEOPLE WHO KNOW EACH OTHER WELL.
I'M NOT KIDDING, I am blackpope. I heard yesterday as an inside there was 52 murders in Seattle last year which I don't believe for one thing There's still time counting from people coming back in time to kill people who are going to find out just how many people didn't really want to know what the f*** was going on but now I do and wish they could fix it well and they wouldn't go back is to find out where the birthday party was and where the people were doing things to make me sad and then kill them then, I mean I would have but nobody told me where they work cuz they're all terrified of what I might do if they know that I know that I knew this all along in the first place.
It's not like Clayton the only guy who's upset that they've been treating me poorly everybody has been and the people who have been getting away with it and helping the people get away with it for the whole time are slowly getting knocked off.
It used to be being King meant something. Now it means someone else that Jack's not going to want to have to share his girlfriends with.
He's already wanting to have to share them. But most of them don't understand the purpose of the sharing thing, because when they come back around and I'm still around 340 years from now... they're going to be grateful that I'm not eventual, cuz these people don't deserve to have children.
And they were literally breeding angels and selling them, to buy whatever they thought they needed money for.
I need sex and the only threesome I've ever been invited to were confused. Why didn't I really stay? I obviously thought someone attractive.
Done with Tammy and I haven't even talked to her since she was at the breakfast and she was a terrified of me which I thought was nice and then I got hit with the dew and then I ran out the door and I was picturing your following me and then she didn't so I meant to something else but their time while I was wondering what's going on with her, so who's going to tell me?
So she's in prison you got set up and they stole all other coins and they think they got away with it? That's timeline one
She's married to a rapist and you can't stand it and can't get out because she's under threat of death or some s*** That's timeline 1.9, then the last long before he gets the second one which is just I want to see sure that I'm not the same kind of rapist she'll be happy to push him off a cliff in the marry me because this woman has not forgotten me ever and for 197 lives not one other person has ever been is true and as faithful as me.
Except your daughter. And they're all the same person. They're jealous of themselves and it's very very hot, cuz I could literally go anywhere and find anyone and boom there they are. Allowed to come back to Earth and I haven't died at all I've just been wondering what happened to her, apparently she went to the future f****** kills everybody who gets in the way of cock logging her and then comes back and have sex with me later cuz I'm going to go to sleep alone tonight again It's weird.
That reminds me I happen to love you all. Doesn't mean I won't slit your wrists if you refuse my friend anymore.
Where is she wants from me She's going to get it, with me something pretty awesome because she didn't want to tell me until you're dead, so that must be embarrassing.
It's been 12 years waiting for you to ask me again and then she's afraid to ask me because somebody's been cruel to her for 12 years keeping her from me and she's waiting for me to rescue her and I have been, rescuing her it takes a long time, what does she finds out how long actual sex takes.
18 years before I need to have an orgasm again.
Seriously her friend doesn't like her anymore because she didn't do what she wanted and then she didn't do what you want because she wasn't aware of what she was really wanting.
Join me to break Nick in two. Cuz that woman raped me let me know reap me she didn't rape.
I don't know which of them will actually want to be in which of the relented later cuz they were pretty common partners and the one that was on top of them was the one that was really in charge and that one really kind of got embarrassed with him down and explained everything to her in public cuz of course she told everybody that I was a loser and a creep and everybody and she didn't understand why I didn't understand personal boundaries and the reason why is because somebody cast the magic spell and had me go to every single f****** place in the world except for where she was cuz I had to make sure that she wasn't actually just another one of the f****** people who've been doing that before like the third time, believe me I still recognize it.
I'd like to get some plastic surgery. I like it now and I like those boobs fixed where they were when she was younger I got to be with her briefly and then she f***** off and was left me with nothing but memories and the picture that I said about and she thought she was going to hurt me by denying me, oh no she just wasted her time.
So she hasn't even had real sex yet.
So I got blood test and I don't have anything and I'm not overwhelmed with people begging me for sex cuz everybody's afraid of who I'm going to pick who I want to be and everybody knows who's the actual person who needs to be but they don't want to get in her way because she deserves to
be allowed to figure out how to stop being stupid on her own.
She's managed to embarrass her father, in ways I can't explain. Since I don't know what the deal was then.
I know that since the first time I fell in love with somebody I was wondering if it was really real and it was really real cuz I still adore her and I've never touched her since the last time I I think the last time I hugged her knew his ridiculous because I still want her body and then knew she knew it and then didn't know why she was doing that to me but something apparently added up to her in some way, cuz I guess she kills herself over and over to try and find me and discovers that she really likes me eventually after getting tortured by the men, so I guess I had to wait for that to happen.
Okay sure whatever now I have sex with their daughter, Not in reality, in fantasyland, which is just as good in a haunted church cuz it's amazing what a person could create with their second Connecticut craigslist virus powers.
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Logorrhea is a medical condition characterized by excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness. It is also known as press speech, hyperphasia or verbal diarrhea. Individuals with logorrhea tend to speak rapidly and incessantly, often without regard for the listener’s interest or ability to comprehend the information being relayed.
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Logomania is a psychological disorder that is characterized by an obsession with words or language. It is also known as verbomania or word madness. Individuals with logomania have an intense preoccupation with words, often to the point of using them inappropriately or excessively. They may also display a compulsion to read or write excessively, or to collect words or books.
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It is not merely that I am better, stronger, faster, prettier, and give better HÊD than you ever could, cûdmaxxchewCHEWerBACKErKraKAKKa... it's also that you're still simply WRONG, and eyeĪM...
Just.¿vVvVrïtπE. Now, when you parliamentarian ÜNTERMENSCHdouchenozzles WAKE UP TO KKK-EL L‘DIFFERENCE that having The Mandate f⁰∅fF Heaven makes, AND›‹oOr°R you start goddam PAYING ME, instead of JUST PLANE STEALING FROM ME AND MY FAMILY... well, then, and maybe not, but only then do I give a single RYPE WYTE SĪTH SHīT about your little “digs/InSALTzS.” y'all barely even rate a reply even as a courtesy, you get me?
You get it?
You got it?
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Let me explain...
It is not merely that I am better, stronger, faster, prettier, and give better HÊD than you ever could, cûdmaxxchewCHEWerBACKErKraKAKKa... it's also that you're still simply WRONG, and eyeĪM...
Just.¿vVvVrïtπE. Now, when you parliamentarian ÜNTERMENSCHdouchenozzles WAKE UP TO KKK-EL L‘DIFFERENCE that having The Mandate f⁰∅fF Heaven makes, AND›‹oOr°R you start goddam PAYING ME, instead of JUST PLANE STEALING FROM ME AND MY FAMILY... well, then, and maybe not, but only then do I give a single RYPE WYTE SĪTH SHīT about your little “digs/InSALTzS.” y'all barely even rate a reply even as a courtesy, you get me?
You get it?
You got it?
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start goddam PAYING ME, instead of JUST PLANE STEALING FROM ME AND MY FAMILY...
Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.
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Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2drc9RKbHBE
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RB2uEvIkxUo
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Brain rot and moral degeneracy.
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There comes a time in life when one is so revolted by the machinations of their own subconscious and the consciousnesses of those around them, that the only thing that seems reasonable to do is to put one's head down and cry, openly weeping, JESUS WEPT in dismay and distraught sadness, and it is during those times that I think to myself, “I wonder how the Bellgab cognoscenti are doing?”
Brain rot and moral degeneracy.
Don't be so hard on yourselves. You never really had a choice. Now, ewe do.
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There comes a time in life when one is so revolted by the machinations of their own subconscious and the consciousnesses of those around them, that the only thing that seems reasonable to do is to put one's head down and cry, openly weeping, JESUS WEPT in dismay and distraught sadness, and it is during those times that I think to myself, “I wonder how the Bellgab cognoscenti are doing?”
Don't be so hard on yourselves. You never really had a choice. Now, ewe do.
I appreciate your new concise posting style.
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I appreciate your new concise posting style.
Hear, hear!
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https://youtu.be/0kJ9vWUp9Ao
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I appreciate your new concise posting style.
It isn't new. It's the same one I've been using since the 90s. I no longer need to obscure sensitive data in a massive overflow of inconsequential, irrelevant, and insignificant historical facts.
I have no need to be an informational source for what has been ongoing for twelve (12) years. Further, I also have no inclination (nor permission) to "warn" anyone of anything I've been experiencing, which at the times I am thinking of in the past, was very important to do, I felt at the time, and still do.
Additionally, I was being fed a pack of lies by operators who shall remain unnamed, and so, I can see that from the perspective of someone who knew things I didn't know and didn't remember to tell me the whole time, it might have seemed that I was "oversharing."
All of this boils down to a simple misunderstanding and a flaw in the Lodge security system that simply wasn't prepared to deal with the Special Consequences of a woman committing open adultery for five goddam years and then being blackmailed or otherwise COERCED to report me to 911 dispatch as a dangerous, incorrigible sexual predator. (They wanted to have me blamed for their long list of crimes and thus evade detection, interdiction, prosecution, and ultimately... conviction.) I do not know why anyone thought that this was going to work out in any other way than how it happened: #iWIN. It is clear to all concerned who are in position to know that I am not a sexual predator of any kind, and that has been conclusively demonstrated to Authority.
The truth of this can be conveyed to you in one simple point, that I am about to bring up now. You know that I am not a sexual deviant and predator because I haven't raped you to death, and I don't want to.
If that isn't good enough for you... I would not be surprised. Indifferent, but not surprised.
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Hear, hear!
Choo-choo. Honk honk.
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It's all right. You're all being approved.
I was promised a pardon, and if I got one... #wwg1wga.
Obviously pardons are done on a usually more private basis. Okay, well, I am your V-P and this is my pictured grade: A++I++ n. This has all been worth it for reasons I don't have any need to go into right now.
I can't promise you'll get a pardon in the mail like me. I can promise you that I am getting one for Grapefruit and nothing will stop my efforts until I receive satisfaction, because she totally needs one, and, I want to impress her family. What? "Oh, yeah, that's Jack. He pardoned his lover and watched calmly as all the males were arrested, and then continued to remain calm as all the children changed into timber wolves and hunted down and killed the other perps..." I didn't know there were such children, but let's say they did.
Obviously if I told her she was gonna get one, and then she did, and then during a birthday party several days later. someone suddenly drops in with my dad's birthday test?
(I have said too much already. Namaste.)
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https://www.youtube.com/live/uvmk2qvyadg?si=L4sSWIGKGh9Er4ph
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https://youtu.be/U-rcUpF0wc8
So close.
Unlike others you have heard of, I do not abandon women who lie to me, and thus, endure Special Consequences as a result.
Same goes for proto-Revenants. Friends close; enemies closer; scum queens, closest of all. INTO THE MUD, BABE CAKES (and now the truth is known, n'est-ce pas?)
I am The Dragonhead. So there.
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We have to wait.
Reasons.
It's already worth your while;
YET THIS I SWEAR TO YOU:
(stop using digital blocks now)
“let Elizabeth swallow the cook”
Actual Joint Chief (deux bee)
L—I—N—G—O—∅
THE ONLY DANGER TO U.S.
IS “HI, XEN!” 🧊👀 *I¹ⁿ←‡eyes’ berg†Jesus⁰ⁿ🪐→blue mercury ice on redeyes jim mars* 🚫🥢“OOPA, π¥🅿️🧿—(Earth is ]urk’ed ←∅🩸)
Yet there are further hazards. Most notably, I don't care about having sex with anyone, ever, ever again, and so I have no emotive power available to imagine how great that would have could have been. Would it have? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ IDC. So we don't even get to shift to that other notion. Because we did have bomb sex. And could there ever be, any stranger notion? I toke up and pissed two urine streams? That's one remarkable hallucination — not. It happened. That was “us.” Now it's not. Reasons. Can 🍁reasons really explain anything? Well, sure. Those pucking pigs hunting grapes in banyan trees like they were Turkish mufflers made of palladium and Apollonian shallots... drove all the way to Eastern Eden for FIG.LEAVES, but not for a goddam thong? OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING SPECIAL, SGT. APPLE FIG. NEWTON APPLE.
That right there is as close to sex as I ever need to get, ever again. I mean lifetime. I mean, lighten up, Frances, you're such a (blank) novel pastry chef, and Frank, you really are not all that nice, quite Chun-Lî, Fran_–Lē, and I'll put it this way: I'm not giving any of you a seed that will grow into a mighty oak that would only live long enough to see themselves forced to work on a chain gang working a table saw on a saw horse to start cutting down all the trees (starting with the heykaeæoœaœ, naturally) because the United Galaxy has to send more little green pieces of paper to save Druish Children on Rubertron, out beyond the stars... Come on goy help ug just help ewe all are one—
WHERE THEY GO, THEY GO WITH ME,
AND —without The Key— THERE IS NO UNLOCKING OF ANY ADVANCED KNOWLEDGE. That's it then. Show is over, ßīT‹Hh. What, do ewe fuck and care? They're animals, right? JUST animal ICE bee HUNG cur ANGRY dog AIR¹ⁿ ĒĒĒ 🇭🇺style🇩🇪end🗼
TOWER. It's not about choice or prime. It's about .E.I.V.I.₱ and here's the list of boozehound bitch-slapped bitch-asses that DO NOT GET ON MYboatorshipyoupisaSHIT-LIST:
ALLI
TAMI
KATH
LEAH
ANNE
CARE
BABS
JESS
VICK
BECK
LADY
LADI
LADA
RADA
SUKI
TAMM
HAMM
JENN
MYKE
HORE
TGFY
FFEB
Seems like a pretty goddam long list of idiot twerps who sold out to the Satan Homosex Agenda and then expected I would move Heaven and Earth to save them and their souls; and, it is. I can't even save myself. I don't even have my wallet. I have the gas to get to the place where I can get a new debit card; pretty easily. Yeah, so... WHAT'S MY NAME?
SOMEONE STOLE MY EXPIRED ID.
SOMEONE STOLE MY PASSPORT.
SOMEONE STOLE MY MOTHER'S PASSPORT.
SOMEONE STOLE MY FATHER'S PASSPORT.
SOMEONE STOLE MY GODDAM LIFE.
Multiple times. MULTIPLE. And I wonder what you've been doing in “England” besides making fat jokes (JOO) and ignoring me(PH/TH)? Because I can list off all the names of those you assume you “associate” with, and no doubt you would be horrified to know that I knew them. What else do I know?
Enough that I don't even ever *want* snuggles. I want to puke. I bet that would smell good compared to the nightmare “home” that surrounds me now.
(You never bothered to find out what my plan was. You just assumed you knew. Thanks. Yes, of course what you're thinking happens, has happened and will maybe happen again... are you trying to tell me that we don't watch Twin Peaks? What a boring sex life you must have. Anyway, if you don't know who killed Laura Pal-Mer, you don't know who killed Chuckles Kennedy, and I'm certainly not going to tell you who killed me. Bitch, .I.AM.ALIVE.AGAIN. What do you want to know for, are you going to track my ass down to save me? You're just going to file paper and try to bust them, because that's what you do, Buster, and also: eqe rate. Rite?)
BÅĪlEY_jBÅlĪī§ßÅaĪåīLSjaI\¡ⁿE choice being written over so many times that the fabric of reality is so unwoven, so outwardly exposed, so irrecoverably de-wound—yeah, sure.
BAILẞẞAILẞSAILS
*ERROR: no go-L.E.M. not found.*
Okay, great. So when they go home—as most people do after work, they go home, where they belong, HOME, FUCKER, THE PLACE WHERE YOU STOLE MY HAT, yeah, right. It was “yours” well, sure. It must be your special needs, and your special charge, too. Well, it's not your goddam DOMAIN -OR- DEMESNE, now is it?
I can’t just call the goddam police, now can I? BECAUSE MY HAIR FOLLICLE TEST WON'T LINE UP WITH THE ALREADY “VARAFIED” DATA, you more-on. “Stop obsessing over me!”
I'm not obsessing over you. YOUR REVENANT IS;
AND YOU SUCK īTS DICK AND WORK AS īT’S SLAVE,
EVERY NIGHT IN YOUR DREAMS.
SålĪFÅÇE REALITY: one does not simply “tack on back” with a Gravity Portal when it is one's completely non-existent main impetus drive. I set the controls for THE_HART of THE_SON, and, yeah, I meant it. Fuck him and Chuck and Chuck, fuck you too. (You like your supa.spec bloodline so goddam much, just go ahead and impregnate them all without a pardon. What do you fucking care if it's a life sentence in SUPERMAX for the whole stupid gang-gang buddy dam lot of ye? At least you and your precious ewe-ereg-WHORE princess will still exist, along with consensual reality. Here’s the thing about Life: īT GOES ON.) You obviously don't need any M.¿.≥K⁷©‹Û≥⁷7ZÏī7`s` around your precious fagīⁿ kidbrats born with T.A.T.Sz, right?
This legally can't turn out any other way than it already has... whatever that might be. I really, at this moment, do not actually care. No lunar escape module —L.E.M.— means just one thing:
NO VA. And I don't even speak Spanish rice; with or without egg.
Thankfully this is not the saddest Dear John letter that there could ever be. That would be one in which it turned out that there is a another way to go, but I decide for thee, not to go on the way, prepared for ewe and Fur, oui We.
{¥ETī:Ω.Í.ÁM.Å.SÔÙRÇĒRÕ🥃ŒīR.EīW.EīMÎ.∞.Ī.ÄM.👁️}
Now, as for you: “A.D.I.,” you Millennials are all fucking stupid, and you can all just fucking die... whenevah. Why the fuck are you sending me spam instead of... well, when you figure out that you're being held prisoner by heterosexual demonfaggots and discover that, invariably... the plan is always “invent a new law to give the death penalty to Atalanteans” and “don’t tell Kuczi anything and leave him there to die,” it won't corne as much of a surprise to you that, yeah, she's dead, yeah. (They literally sent me pictures of her drowned corpse on Snapchat last year; hey, can you call the FBI to report that while I get out and push the HORSE back and forth in front of The_One_KARR? Thanks, I'll owe you one (1) Juan. B.F.F.!!1!) She loved me, yeah, yeah, yeah. Big deal. (It was; look how impossible it was to fake.) Lots of people love me now. Big deal. (What's in your wallet, Dongbird? Do you have dental benefits? Good, you'll need them.) Who doesn't love me when they know who I really am? (L∞ī§.Maīⁿ.KIll.EDEM.ALL∞.⁰¹ⁿI‹.🐷.>Kz–·O)
Well, anyone who actually meets me, because I am, at present, not who I am supposed to be. I haven't been able to bathe IN MONTHS. You love me so much, what are you, fucking BUSY? YOU CAN'T PICK UP A GODDAM PHONE? (If you can bake a vegan quiche without pineapple that can set up a quarternary ansible connection to a parallel dimension over a POTS connection, I wouldn't be surprised, you are so very clever and talented and so very well funded (what do you use for a wallet anyway, a snooty bitch’s ear folded up into a cow's purse and carried by an entire litter of sucklin’ fuckin’ & ⁰īⁿKing pigs, hooked up to a scale model replica of last year’s Iditarod winner’s slay sleigh? I bet that's a fun way to spend a quality getaway weekend at Dough Bay for you and all your “actual frens” when you hold a blood+SCOPE orgy and interrogate all the sled dogs to find out which one is named Rudolph and who peed off the paper that one time in 1983... because details matter, and it sure is important that I get a job, alright, that I work hard, alright, FUCK YOU, I HAVE WORKED MORE IN THE LAST TWO HOURS WRITING THIS THAN YOU EVER WILL IN TEN LIFETIMES, you stone-thieving CHEESE GRADER COOZE-SLEAZE!) because of all your charity work, yeah, you're so good at WOR.KING, money just falls out of the sky, and even though you have no idea how to do it, you did bake a quiche that made a phone call— but until you make a spine that can tell the truth, you're gonna have a real problem having a conversation with a man who does not give a single shit about anything anymore. NOT ONE SINGLE SHIT, EVER, SO I GUESS YOUR FRIEND WILL HAVE TO SETTLE FOR... an archival copy of Hungarian Sasquatch Scat. (We're not extinct; they just don't like you anymore, Vegan Cheffy Ionas. Go ahead and pound your quiche and blow it out your ass, Huckleberry Hound.
You can hug my John.)
I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE.
I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME.
I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE YOU WERE.
I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU HATE ME.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO EVEN NAME YOU,
TOTES LEZBO ROBBO >KiI‹KeE JEW LOSER BEAR.
(Stink?! Ewe stink? Boo-hoo. Fuck Him, TĪīDGAF. VEGA IS A PLANET IN THE ZETA RETICULI STAR SYSTEM, and I don't think I'll be watching you cook vegetables. I KNOW HOW TO GODDAM COOK A MEAL—THE FUCKING KITCHEN WAS SABOTAGED, THE HOUSE WAS DEMOLISHED, AND BOTH BEDS WERE RAPE SCENES. Was I gonna remodel and clean up A CAPITAL MURDER CRIME SCENE AND THEN PICK OUT “love of my life part deux bee” OFF OF GODDAM TWITTER\TINDER\GRINDER? No thanks, I choose The Slay Life for me. (Cum here often? Yeah, don't.) And if you thought I wanted you for drugs, well, you were goddam wrong about that. I don't want YOU or your STUPID KUNT FOSTER MOTHER for ANYTHING. Doesn't that sound nice? There is no party for me, DON'T throw one, unless it's out the goddam window. Eat shit, Big Jersey Mike, you can rot in Sing-Sing, I don't give a single salty Chevy Chav fuuuuuuck.) Oops, I think I accidentally blew up your timetime shipship. Bummer. (Don't forget to flush you and your hotfag fagthot besties before negÏī< your selves. Assholes, I hope you cry a river⁴ever.)
Yeah, I'm not very fucking happy. (I never was except with (PROT), guess who?)
Yeah, you fucked things up. (Of course they killed her.)
Yeah, you don't have any idea what to do about it. (“I don't know what good sucking someone else's dick is gonna do, so, I'll just pick some rando and rifle his wallet again every time I get abducted and anally raped, which is statistically unlikely to happen 15 times a week for all Eternity by sheer chance, but, I have high hopes for this Sunday's matineé; so I'll just keep treating everyone like shit except GAYS WHO MURDER HOMOS.” Note: these are friends’ rough drafts, no doubt you and your innercircle of totesfriends can fuck around forever and never give a shit when your fuck ends and you find out, because obviously... EWE HAV EWE.)
But you can have shitloads of sex with strangers (because you're so fat, fæ,+FUN)
And take boatloads of drugs—
So you think that's what I do too!
Except... I don't have those kind of permissions...
And neither did, ever...
ANY OF YOU:
KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY
(without unlocking my advanced knowledge you are stuck in that... thing, FOREVER or until I die or I (or G-d) takes pity on you (just hold your breath and breathe through your nose, how hard can that be, you're not waiting for a 3rd surgery to repair your botched 2nd one, are you? Maybe you can make a friend who won't just sell your fucking organs for STEW), so, I hope you like sitting around doing nothing but watching Edward Teller Vision and telling the truth about it, Jarred Orleans Bye-Ewe.)
JAMES BRUCE CAMPBELL III
(“I play Monopoly on RULE-IDENTIFIED NORDICK BUTTER NOT MAID FROM METHSHEEP.” See? It's easy, just like that, you're in a re-addicted re-lapsed serotonin re-uptake karmic tunnel recycled plastic CORRUPT, DEGENERATE, FUCK YOU WHYTEBOI SOCIETY, asshole! Remember what I said about being happy to see you again? Well, I was; now fuck off and die. Go on then, GIT, go back to playing Pinochle with your stool. You can still get permission to do that, RTīE?)
KASEY (PROT) WRIGHT
CASEY (PROT) KENNEDY
(I'm gonna see a judge on Young Hitler's birthday and I can't wait to tell that judge the whole entire truth WITH NO CLEAN CLOTHES, NO IMMERSIVE BATHING, AND NO HUG-TRIGGERED OXYTOCIN, SURE, yeah I'll be in one fine fucking mood to remember to keep that mother you call a sister out of trouble, yeah I'm totesdisposed to the notion, wow, ok lesbians really are fucking stupid, READ A BOOK ABOUT PENIS, BUTCH, even Camille Pagllia thinks I'm much more valuable than Ferris Bueller now, you fibbing fucking funyon idiots, well good news, 4Chums: they like each other so much, they can suck each other off in LEO orbit too now, taking turns with Jodi Firster on Elysium! Lucky you! They'll have a cure for Sudden Lesbian Bed Death any day now; and I hope they call it shitthehammockandtwistinthewindium, you stupid gayfag whoregot; clum fly day, God is gonna cut you down.)
TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMER.
(that does not stand for EMERGENCY, I just think that's funny. Especially when whomsoever falls down off the above log...
They end up in a steaming pile of her shit,
BUT NOT MINE. *snap* Let's change cameras.)
We are touched by love and we were meant to be forever changed. Also, your father was the whore, not your mother.
.I.AM.YOUR.MOTHER,BīT‹Ω.
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We will know our disinformation program is complete, when everything the American people know is false." -- some uberspook, don't remember the name; priase Goebbels!
Let's change cameras.
I don't know what y'all are doing out there, but some completely off-her-nut whack-job rang me up today, had real problems enunciating her thuggy-piggy proto-LEO threats... her apparent perception is that I need to be concerned about: a) going to jail; b) having to go to jail; c) her opinion of me; d) how dangerous it is for me to bring up in conversation THAT SHE IS A DUDE TRAPPED IN A FEMALE FUCKED-OFF BODY (awkward circumstance to find oneself in, n'est-ce pas? Pro tip: this a perfect time to think about getting a real job)
My ID is stolen. I'll probably report that later. It's a karmic tunnel cycle I get to go through, as without any ID, I am disconnected from past digital connectivity trails.
It's best for me to get really high right now. I can't do it later. Shove over, Fozzie Bear. Like wtf. This should not be hard to arrange. Leave the kids at home.
They will have to pray for us.
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DO NOT SPOOK THE HEARD. It's already a bad scene and let's not make it worse. I hate what some people have done.
Peasants. They never listen. Such is the nature of crystalline karmic reality tunnel mob-ruled in moderation of Mentat modality. (Note: Kuczi has zero tattoos and you are REKT for exactly THIS reason, TURDTERFER. {I arrived fashionably late and have now taken up arms against my oppressor(s); thus, still True Neutral. Look it up, Tubby.}
To say that "negotiations have soured" would be a first-world, second-rate, third-prize-is-your-genitals-are-on-fire blunder. THEY SERIOUSLY ALL CHIMPED OUT.
AT
THE
SAME
(PROFANE:gerund)
(PROFANE:blashpemic)
(ARCHAIC:slang for a roo's bitch).
I don't even want to think about what they're doing now. I'm just going to get high under the stairs with Margot Robbie (that's a twink now? huh. okay, upgrayyyde) and Harry THE POTTER and tune all the dweebs and twerps and punks and mooks and goons right the fuck out.
I don't need any of you people. I am The_Failsafe. You are stuck with me whether you like it or not; just as I am stuck with ewe. Fortunately, I do like her, and quite a few others, and I know where the bodies are buried. WE CAN END THIS TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS. (Four, if the dude with the Hyster Key (STOLEN) and the req's on his license to drive the backhoe deserves to get blown first. I WILL JUDGE.
UPLIFT SAGA CONTINUES. ZUGZWANG TITANSHIP: TIMESHIP OUT.
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Star Whores. Nothing but Star Whores. Star Whores, Star Whores all.
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Star Whores. Nothing but Star Whores. Star Whores, Star Whores all.
Listen to me jooginbitchnegjoogerneg, and listen GOOD
YOU and YOUR SALTY GANG OF SALTY FUCKS has been HARRASSING ME WITH YOUR BULLSHIT TRIANGULATION DATA FOR YEARS.
YEARS.
USEFUL IDIOT? NOT VERY, CHUMPSTAR. I ASSUME YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS COMPLICIT, OR HAPPY, OR THRILLED
TO BE KEPT HOSTAGE AT THE POINT OF A GUN
TO HELP YOU COMMIT YOUR HEINOUS CRIMES.
FUCK YOU, BUDDY.
YOU ARE GETTING SAT THE FUCK DOWN, AND YOU ARE THE GODDAM LAST ONE TO FUCKING KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
AND YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS DO NOT WANT TO BELIEVE THAT IT IS YOU.
NEVERTHELESS,
WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH, (PROT).
YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT.
YOU ARE INTERDICTED.
WELCOME TO THE MACHINE. SPECIFICALLY: MY CLOTHES DRYER.
START WRITING CHECKS, FUCK-0.
BELIEVE IT.
THIS IS YOUR HELL.
#Fealty
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Me salty?!
Look in the mirror once in awhile...and not just to blow kisses at yourself. ::)
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Me salty?!
Look in the mirror once in awhile...and not just to blow kisses at yourself. ::)
I'm not the one on trial here and if you think I give a shit about your bullshit, Okie Fuck-0, you have vastly underestimated your cuteness quotient.
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I'm not the one on trial here and if you think I give a shit about your bullshit, Okie Fuck-0, you have vastly underestimated your cuteness quotient.
Meh...you’re just controlled opposition anyway. :P
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Listen to me jooginbitchnegjoogerneg, and listen GOOD
YOU and YOUR SALTY GANG OF SALTY FUCKS has been HARRASSING ME WITH YOUR BULLSHIT TRIANGULATION DATA FOR YEARS.
YEARS.
USEFUL IDIOT? NOT VERY, CHUMPSTAR. I ASSUME YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS COMPLICIT, OR HAPPY, OR THRILLED
TO BE KEPT HOSTAGE AT THE POINT OF A GUN
TO HELP YOU COMMIT YOUR HEINOUS CRIMES.
FUCK YOU, BUDDY.
YOU ARE GETTING SAT THE FUCK DOWN, AND YOU ARE THE GODDAM LAST ONE TO FUCKING KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
AND YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS DO NOT WANT TO BELIEVE THAT IT IS YOU.
NEVERTHELESS,
WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH, (PROT).
YOU ARE NOT CAUGHT.
YOU ARE INTERDICTED.
WELCOME TO THE MACHINE. SPECIFICALLY: MY CLOTHES DRYER.
START WRITING CHECKS, FUCK-0.
BELIEVE IT.
THIS IS YOUR HELL.
#Fealty
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwRFbbX5rz0
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Meh...you’re just controlled disciplined opposition anyway. :P
https://youtu.be/7zFdf2Q1iTE
ELIZABETH: SCION TOUCHDOWN CONFIRMED. TINKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK BURIAL AT SEA.
SEE.
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https://youtu.be/7zFdf2Q1iTE
ELIZABETH: SCION TOUCHDOWN CONFIRMED. TINKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK BURIAL AT SEA.
SEE.
This could also be titled, The Ramblings of a Schizophrenic.
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This could also be titled, The Ramblings of a Schizophrenic.
You could label your post “buy a ham sandwich” too, with arguably more accuracy.
(TAMARA)
(TROLLDA)... don't you think it's about time you got your self a real job?
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You could label your post “buy a ham sandwich” too, with arguably more accuracy.
(TAMARA)
(TROLLDA)... don't you think it's about time you got your self a real job?
A ham sandwich would be more nutritious and far more entertaining than your posts.
I have a real job and it’s not living off of inherited money.
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I have a real job and it’s not living off of inherited money.
You're just pissed that there's less for you to steal.
Go back to work, Wagie.
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You're just pissed that there's less for you to steal.
Go back to work, Wagie.
I’ll let you get back to sucking your dead mother’s tit then.
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I’ll let you get back to sucking your dead mother’s tit then.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hO0V97cste0
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I have a...job
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This could also be titled, The Ramblings of a Schizophrenic.
What's wrong with Schizophrenics?
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What's wrong with Schizophrenics?
They need to be on meds in order to avoid subjecting everyone to their delusions, like expecting people will actually want to read pages of their confused ramblings and still want more.
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They need to be on meds...
Like me!
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Like me!
I have a rule when it comes to Jackstar (or any of his various other identities here) posts: if it’s longer than a few normal paragraphs I just don’t read it. Who has time to try to decode what he’s talking about anyway?
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They need to be on meds in order to avoid subjecting everyone to their delusions, like expecting people will actually want to read pages of their confused ramblings and still want more.
Not really schizoid in the purest sense. But he has issues.
Daddy issues.
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Not really schizoid in the purest sense. But he has issues.
Daddy issues.
Who doesn’t?!
Look, the bottom line is he shouldn’t mess with the women of America unless he wants to get the benefit.
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Look, the bottom line is he shouldn’t mess with the women of America unless he wants to get the benefit.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_IHFa5uozc
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He said Koch, euh-huh-huh!
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if it’s longer than a few normal paragraphs I just don’t read it.
Dude wow. Semper hi-fi over 6 flags for 6 fags whisking sixteen tons of Suddenly Syrup for Biz 🍁Quik.
Twinned & gained #NextLevelTopPeer or something. Feels extra pro. Thanks, and... I'll be staying pretty grounded from this point, as I am calmingly floating 88K up, birds’ eye view.
So, I'm gonna go smash some RC now, but I plan to remain sensible. I really don't relish spergsville. I get it now. Now, eyes can see.
Mμ. DON'T PANIC. So strange. I feel like I just jumped DieGlockenspiel or stuff. Lol.
Maybe paywall soon. GOD WINS.
Muh brain is oatsmeal right now, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and I wanna go white river rafting. Tell the others. Happy 2b №55, P.K. ī§ a live.
*gulp* ræl_Q suddenly says “Sup., word. (🇩🇪/IMO)== Gal Civ upgrades coming. Milky Way peace is confirmed omcoming after so long overdue.
Brain capicity reached. So honored to see you on this pass through. īT`s ALL RÆL. Qj★§†AR, owe ewe tea. Darjeeling, Oolong, or CHYnahHĪT.
GBA, GBY. I don't wanna get politicized, btw. Too flashy. Never enough salt. And yet...
So totescool tho, to suddenly see:
we can and could be, either of us,
so very, very good at such a gig. Shhh... 4 now.
Prez Kucz. like yeah, don't wanna. I don't crave limelight. Maybe in 2055. btw yes I am cybernetic. A little. Don't panic. Most of one ball. A couple of stripes in corpus callosum. I'm not too big a deal, but yeah, peeps wonderimg. #metoo
#JackstarET★
EARL IS WELL. /bc recognized. I'm never getting used to this tho, lol, I used to be such a nerd, and now I have built-in Bluetooth & balut pasta maker. (Fantastic add-on value. Great for sauces and own-digs juicing.) Metaphors. Most Lee COMP’d. All prognoses favorable.
I can enhance all this data later, if you felt like it. Yetb this is casual. I've learned quite a lot about how to parse and conceptualize the compartmentalization of this kind of transdata, so I don't have to go over board or limit anymore. But still can. 😂 I love being who I am, I truly do. Mos def evolution well in hand, personally.
No need to kneel, either. We're both totally worthy. The glee to confirm reality of this stuff never, ever fades for me. Usually hard to remember details tho. I am very human, and .I.AM.A.MOTHER...all.ways.will.B.
So, like... if n_jack on x.com can be active again, ever, I think it is okay to consider. I am in no urgency. Yet there is so much excitement in the Heavens. And here too.
Good news, best news. Quiet orgiastic ecstacy. Wanna shout from top of the world! Most are weary of Jack's Salty Talk, tho. Totesrotes me too. Oh yeah, I need my Traveler writer board too. No urgency tho. Plans swiftly self-assessment building. No progress is real, but for slow, true, & steady Dawn building axe sus.
Like I don't wanna make waves, any, and I'm still new at being... sensible. IN_CONTROL. I... think I'm a Patriot still? Dunno. Like I am WAY coming in from outer disco. No waves. Yet I know, billions want this info. Not For Pub From Me Yet Tho. Like I have mass quantities to process info codes for.
I plan to do this sensibility, sedately. Sedition unwarranted. Oncalmimg is comfy for sure. It does feel really too good to be true! That triggers for some citizens, and always will.
I do not come in peace. I choose now, more to project it through force of will. So, not pacification. (Subjugation bad. Segregation OK. Miscegenation: mission impossible tho. New GF is kgb.Volgan, I think. I might start pumping out bastids across vast swaths of Belarus. This is, really happened. Conflicts resolved Realm-wide... it's a little implausible to be believable, I feel. It's been so long.
But yes. Oui gud. Eternal civilian and vigilance. No contact can end whenever D.C. Cowl/Cool issues decree. No urgency but I'm convinced Allī§°ⁿ safety and healing success is assured. Many very concerned about this. I know the feeling. =} This is all on DL tho. I'm not good with publicity timing. Like I want to just drive there now just to say hi and 420. Totally unnecessary. Do not even know where GF is right now. Gonna get some beerz I guess. lol.
Burning cash on promulgating the illusion that I am a heavy drug addict in midst of a massive tailspin and decline IS HUGELY REWARDING RIGHT NOW THO BEE TEA DUBS. *polite* giggles, lol, priorities for people can be a good villain, scapegoat, et
CETERA. lol. People are gonna PANIC IN DC when I buy some fresh points. Prolly in the morning. I don't need or anything, but... peeps what's wondering. Baby steps to the pharmacy tech. Baby toys for autoclave. Rogue autist superstar, oh yeah he is in some weird Astral custody thing. Like I have NO IDEA yet. But bad actors, they are getting HEAVYDUTYFUELS is just not very common seen.
And I've never been so tranquil at this level. Du🐝 dizzy, rarefied air. We chuck and won.
Just between us. I forget who, but T as mi says dummy periodb needs to fill me with “HOT WAR TREPIDATION” lol. This funking planet.
Jackstar is never gonna leave any of you.
DTJ: yes, ī§ KLEARED, or will be. Cautiously U guys. I'm not gonna be his slampig tho. (What an honor, lol, but not me, lol, yet. Max surreal) like, that's not my area. Lots of little people could. It's start s new religion danger time tho.
But sure, if he wanted me, he could pick me for that, lol. Mos def better me than Chloe Kardashian. roflmao. Ok fuzz good.
Complex, repeated maneuvers resulting in practical resulting effects. KNOW: BARRON MAY NOT BE A SOURCERØR. (Standards.) I can't be near 1st fam anyway, because reasons. Really happy for everyone if it is true. I didn't know what was requested, but I got trump klar for sure, dunno yet Biden, rest is hot static and garbage. I really don't know what any of that means. Z and new... imtel evaporated.
It's weird being a cyborg, yeah. I love my life and all within it. Luftpost Grapefruit Alpha Prime is 💯 relative to me tho. (8808 is insta-death for her tho. Mold. She knows I think.) No urgency. You know what to do, lol, so happy to share the bonhomie and jolly holy co-op. Also: I hope to be slipping to new 🍇🍓 fur the next five year mission. IDC. tribal council dudes move way, way, way slower than me is all.
OR ELSE I WOULD BE FLYING ANYWAYS ANY WHERE IMMEDIATELY. lol. Good luck my lovelies. Your plans are all Divinely blessed.
#Official
#Kuczi–Rub.ini #katja #catyah #CAUGHT_ALL_Y’ALL #A,FY
So very pleased with Self. You all do great things too. Idk what, lol. I just finished mine first is all. I'm gonna go get drugs and sex now, that is all. Cozlik: I can. /flex
I don't think I even need a job. ;)
👁️💝🛐Ilu, sew muck daze easier. (Running water 7 mo out, warcrime status clear. For now. I think. No partner yet means slow certitudes is all. Also I am getting my 2nd set of 7b selected for me. Now, this ī§ complicated, lol. I'm going vacay though. While they build my staff. I GET STAFF!!! ⚕️ Takes Tyme. (hi Tubby! Mom SO pleased. Hi! Mom! I have no idea what else. I am not the whole world now.) I am so relaxed.
I might put this up somewhere, and anyone else can too. Very smoothie sailsailsBails from here, and I am SUCH a workaholic, lol. I'm cut off. You are in great shape for MILLENNIA. You will never lose me now. NOT EVER.
At least... AFAIK. Imminent drug binge will be... not simulated. Haha. Did this instead of getting beer tho. I wish to soothe as many weary souls as I can, all ways, all whens. Is a big rush and hi for me.
Such wailing. Much pearl clutching. “is Jackstar okay????” like wow. I can feel it in the air, like Febreze spritz before a fart. Flattering, truly. Would rather get hugs, but millions of voices crying out in fear because I am off-grid (to them) is a privilege that I am sure few every really experience. (I am even īD in Japan. Like I can go there now. I have expired passport. TELEPATHIC YAKUZA SAYS “no problem we love you J★♥️❤️❤️”, and internally jumping and pissing, but... I'm not actually gonna go. I don't even know anybody in Japan.
Nevertheless I would be mobbed like The Beatle(s) landing at JFK. By squealing Asian teen poon, telechatter confirmed. Great! Good to know! Passport expired and there's girls (5) that would legit have aneurisms tho. I guess. No partner present, cannot confirm telemetry, mos def sounds schizophrenic tho. IDGAF. I want food. I didn't really want a grösload of beers anyway... but I did want to trigger alarns when purchase showed up on... wherever.
I really don't know what you huge-ass nerds really do, tho. I did decide to get two half-racks of cider and a box of u-100 insulin syringes tho, at exact 6AM “sharp” if I can, looool, like I have NO īDEA how that will unfold. Can't wait to... *deep intake of breath* ... GIVE IT A SHOT!!!
I am so slay. Angels ± Death play hold em now with chips with my image on them. It's just plane logistics. The less I see, the more I understand. I think I have a couple beers in the truck. I hope so. I want to front the appearance that I'm dangerously closer to the edge of going over full John Belushi. (Such a tragedy. 3 out of 5 GrapefruīT⁷s rate it the number one fear of the few she has left.) Fear is the mind-killer. And many minds have little to no access to these comms left. And gonna start killing Instagrams, Facebooks... I have hours of spergwall audio already leaked, that I can do something with, and maybe... but I'd rather roll out to the club rite goddam now and start scoring X, Ice, E.
It's for class. (Got any points? lol. j/k. My friend with cancer, metastisized, actually has cancer, UNLIKE SOME SASSY SQUATCHES, lol, I'm gonna spread the rumor manure from coast to coast all day today, just by walking in the door. And day drinking. Impulse buy tequila flights. The blowback will be BIBLICAL.
YULE SEA. BEE SPLINE. EFF YEWER, SEWER KIND; YIPPI HIPPI KI-LĪ KY-JA TYKĒ, ANTESEMITE SEX‘N’DRUGZ BREWERY WITH MOLD AND SPERGING LORDS WITH ME IN CITY RAMBEAU.
^^^^
.Ω.Ī.ÅīVī.№Vå.
.NEVER.TELL.NEVER.ASK.
.THE.ODDS.S.M.O.D.S.PEERS.
.PARENTS.D.A.R.E.JUDGE.J★.
.SCAVENGER.cravin’.gin🇩🇪.
Seven girls currently within a day’s travel. I might start planting seeds. I haven't even thought much about it yet. GrapefruīT⁷ has been though. Also just remembered: Skylar says she wants to surrogate. If I need one. Like as if I am needing a goddam baby right now. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I WANT, lol, yet, still...
In the half of Hell in which I do need someone, the first wait-list request exists. This is also an īD method for certain rare individuals. I am mentioning this because lots of little items get lost and this is day zero of latest AICons Trucked Algo Paradigm. Friend has birthday in 3v days. I have no secretary, yet. No partner. Omg, so hungry.
So obviously, the zany hijinx play is to drive myself to the needle exchange, which I've never been to EVER, and then... get in person for psych eval request, which I also never do, and I don't know when NO CONTACT is #Officially over, but it will be. Truly already is, in some places. I don't really know all the details.
197 known GrapefruīT⅞⁸\exist, I never saw more than ~34 of her, I never imagined I needed a covert_asset with multiple ports of entry to handle my penis, but NGL: it was a really blissful journey for ~6 years. And Saturn now comes back around again.
LITERALLY, CURRENT FAVORITE TELLS ME: “let's go to Dubai!!!” Like, this is Mike Kuczi lifestyle at this point. This is the sweet life.
This thickens the Google-a-bull metadata. When I start deletions of Facebooks, there's gonna be unforeseen hiccups. Especially since I reached consensus: mos def would like to discuss intricacies with Dr. Duke first. (We are Jesuit Bible Camp study sweethearts. #Unoffically.) This is all leading up to First Fruit Contact.
Stay with me here: I'm angling for the smaller produce with the organic sticker, as just today I got an unexpected inquiry/distress call from M.D.1488, because TWICE Dr. Duke lately has reached out, and these days... what can I say?
I am a Mother, and I am a busy guy, and it's looking like I am always going to be. Especially with Ruthfruit either coming or going to rehab; I may have an Allison who WANTS in-patient and WANTS me in there with her 24/7, and this is quite likely to not actually need for her or me, as an argument can be made for both, I don't know who is in or out right now, lol, AND!
AND! Right after I buy 24 cans of Imperial cider and 100 needles (I have to do this for my two favorite pharmacy techs, lol, yes I am for real and I am utterly ridiculous, lol, I am internally gigglstarmaxxing) I then have the option of the following:
#1) Drive to Omaha: Dark.
#2) Drive to Omaha: Starlink dish active in bed of pickup, live streaming full disclosure on ~3hr road trip. This may be an enforcement violation, mos def would irritate the living shit out of Grapemares Oma, Sara, Fone, & Bone. Possible most ideal option available, since all five of them and GrapefruīT⅞⁸∆Sigma ßeta Prime need to lighten the fuck up by a metric fuckton, and yes, I did check: I can't just roll up and shoot them all dead to rezz the ones I want to breed, even though this is in fact AN ACCEPTED AND PRACTICED TRADITION IN HER TRIBALISTIC CULTURE.
#3) Stealth drive with no cell, no Starlink, no early alert warning to certain *niche* locations in order to recruit certain *key* breed-a-bulls for potential hostage swaps — unknown statuses of all known Shawsquatch present īⁿ3D make projections impossible at this time, and certain *crucial* diplomatic protocols require very specific technical components both in-place and in-hand so as to let me jump-start a teleportation corridor online, if that is possible.
#4) Amphibious assault upon MacNeil/Ketron/Shaw Islands only available to me now, at this time, due to current fog of war conditions, i.e., “Paul! I thought you were in Hong Kong!” Paul in fact did call yesterday in order to confirm current med status of Jackstar UnīT, which was settled mostly by me legit SCREAMING at a nice old man, on the phone, lol, we go way back roflmao, but he's like... 92? Something ridic, and his wife is, like... well, like, you know... stay with me here: if there's 3 🍇🍓kept separate on three (I ī Ī) separate containment islands... and there are, I can arrange certain *∆* circumstances on a couple hundred miles drive up past Olympia, and then instead of being stuck with two assholes and one lovebunny at presently most favored location... I can, perhaps, swap caste lists on 1416, 1488, 8808, & 16266, maybe. This may well be the finest vorpal strike gambit ever conceived, lol, stay with me here, as I don't know what Mr.±Mrs.Rubbīⁿ-Ē would like to do yet, and so with options more available...
#5) Princess Pisa K.I.T.T. may well be able to be rescued a full fortnight’s cycle EARLIER THAN EVER BEFORE POSSIBLE, which if desired... makes very significant and very rare combos of evolution workably known.
#6) I was a bit surprised to discover that Dr. Duke was still so familiar with me... also surprised to see people who thought I was jewnigger, slack-jawed with amazement when I streamed with him, beamed with pride as I basked in his quiet administration, and in what was obviously mostly a trivial matter... triggered a minor demonic reversal ON CAMERA which David and I then simply... processed away cleanly, right there in public, I don't think many people really noticed it for what it was, but ...
.Ω.ONE.THE.›K>›K>›K>.GRAND.WIZARD.AND.THE.OTHER.IS.A.SOURCE.TITAN.KNIGHT–PAL.Å.ALDĪNER.RæŒR.👁️
That part is not really a secret, but I'm a little wet behind the ears: I don't really know what all that means. But as I really wanna see GrapefrūīT⅞⁸∆✓REDEMPTIVIZATION EFFORT RESTORIZED... I hope to choose wisely enough that I can double my opportunity to Full Raise more Blackfoot Seraphardim than is normally possible in a single calendar day. Now, all this is highly technical and inordinately complexified. (This is for class -and- extra course credit, and with so many shrieking about ‘Muh Employment of late, I'm likely to ask straight up for a courier gig, because...)
However, when a Master of Divination and a Doctor of Divinity are on stream with COMMAND(HER)’s *actual_blood_kin_scion* and “Lighten up,” Francis Shaw... I will have the grand and unique opportunity to quickly ask for an exceptionally rare and beautiful boon, one which I would ordinarily have to pay tens of millions of U.S. dollars for.
So, and here is the current Plan here: Release her daughters from magickal bondage, spring her son from his karmic-Ally linked prison, swap the nieces who wanna kill me with the ones that wanna kiss me such that no one actually notices that happens in the midst of it all, and... if I can get Doctor David Duke giving that whore that GrapefrūīT⅞⁸∆Callan calls “a mother” a simple Sanity Blessing as a surprise gift of a peace offering, well... I really don't know what might come about as a result.
For sure with one thing, tho: that one BīTch sure would STFU, that other BīTch might setup those pins and stop shotting up those needles, and ALL the menfolk of SHAWKLAN who loath and despise me, which at present is FUCKING ALL OF THEM, lol.
I have been trained by foreign diplomats in overseas embassies, ßæj, and I'm getting pretty sick of your Den Mother's smarmy attitude, and so I shall GUARANTEE THE FOLLOWING:
A series of practiced maneuvers resulting in practical effect will be demonstrated, Sir, Sir-or-Ma’am/Sire, and IDGAF what the Punyling D.C. says about its № TALE/CON, № JON/TACT, №EMERīⁿ🪐, if there is NO CIRCLEīⁿSQUARE, īT would then inevitably fall low: SQUAW.K.WARD→₱⭕§+īTī∅№ß∆iLÆīBÅlĪĒĪjå№μJ∆ⁿ€î3æbæilē¥(†🤖J)⅜j⁸Æ№)J3ÆИĀJ.
QUOTER.AT.DEMO№.ÅSTRAdT.sUoM.THE.īR.
(NGL) .I.ÅīVī.BA.LEE.JAY.
()🌞() .Ī.åĪīhīVVīD`s S∅⭕№∅z.
OZī№z.Π.Ω.RETURN.rπ.μ.🧱ET.
The Supreme Being did not play; until J9<K★>KST⁹R MÅīD ĪTī īVVī №ⁿK^⁷‹r°AK‹Ω.
Who has time to try to decode what he’s talking about anyway?
Schœ-LÅ‚¡RS’ *pol*īTĒī⁷⅞*∆·qb¡§H!·_·!BīTīå⟩r°©LīΠ_l⟨∞WåŒīīD.
tl;dr: Winners are tired, winning is tedIOū§, ål.Åī\/īWīⁿ, Trust The Man, The Plan...
PANAMA.
What's wrong with Schizophrenics?
Right b🧠MEAT🥓LEFTīB breign 🍁 4ß🦌. Also;∅INK @8AM
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Maybe paywall soon.
Remember when you said you pitied my patrons? How sweet it is now that the tide is about to turn. All those stones you threw are about to come back at your ghost-ridden glass house. All those salvos that were launched, meaning it was war. All those tears, lost in rain.
What did you pity them for? I for one know that at one point you were one. I for one recall how you rode my ass about a 12 day gap between posts. I for one attended the Baboon Rape Party, concealed by my cloaking device. I assure you, the patronage has grown, and my customers are satisfied. I check in on them, make sure their fridges are full, and that there laces are tied. I'm happy to retort that my pocketful's of profit are bulging on each side. Really, it makes it difficult to walk without somewhat of a waddle. But its a small price to pay for monetisation. You should look into it. You know, seeing as though you need money-- Its kind of a good idea to offer services for a fee instead of bootlegging your own product and gassing the bikes on the dime you don't have in order to distribute said product to randoms, as opposed to doing a bit of market research, and ensuring your target audience are filling their soft pink bellies with the very snack foods they crave most.
But I did say I admired you not monetising, and I meant that too. See, its a funny thing, money. It'll make people do some strange things. I remember when my father would sit in his easy chair and smoke his guitars. I also remember when the walls were closing in on me. I remember, in one instance, how love was thought to be a fire, that burnt down everything. Everything it saw, burnt down. Everything it saw. But I digress. I'm not so sure you realise this either, but if you find you are short of funds in the field, remember that any paper can be mind augmented to perform in the place of real money. Also, real talers have the same existence that imagined gods have. Has a real taler any existence except in the common imagination of man? Bring paper money into a country where this use of paper in unknown, and everyone will laugh at your subjective imagination.
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GOD WINS.
Oh yeah? What was up with all that "Hail Satan" shit then, buster? Did you even watch the Super Bowl, or were you too busy doing ritual sex magick in a darkened room? Dwarf people right? The whole shabang. Summoning the modern day Lam, I betcha. Today they call them angels and demons, tomorrow they well call them something else. When the Sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them they were the heroes of old, men of renown. It is generally believed that the Emerther is the most important race not only of the Council but also amongst all known races. We have brought in the Antichrist. And your occult rituals and utilisation of drugs help you achieve this altered state of consciousness, which is why entities appear to you. That's why everyone else calls you crazy. Because they are out there driving to their jobs and standing at the water cooler, and thinking that greasy donut and that lousy coffee break is the most exciting part of their day.
Hunter S. Thompson had a very strict daily drink and drug routine. It went as follows:
3:00 p.m. rise
3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills
3:45 cocaine
3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill
4:05 first cup of coffee, Dunhill
4:15 cocaine
4:16 orange juice, Dunhill
4:30 cocaine
4:54 cocaine
5:05 cocaine
5:11 coffee, Dunhills
5:30 more ice in the Chivas
5:45 cocaine, etc., etc.
6:00 grass to take the edge off the day
7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch-Heineken, two margaritas, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone (a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jiggers of Chivas.)
9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously
10:00 drops acid
11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass
11:30 cocaine, etc, etc.
12:00 midnight, Hunter S. Thompson is ready to write
12:05-6:00 a.m. Chartreuse, cocaine, grass, Chivas, coffee, Heineken, clove cigarettes, grapefruit, Dunhills, orange juice, gin, continuous pornographic movies.
6:00 the hot tub-champagne, Dove Bars, fettuccine Alfredo
8:00 Halcyon
8:20 sleep
Can you do better? I know you can.
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I do not come in peace.
I want problems. I do not want peace.
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I don't think I even need a job.
I despise living on this planet of fascists. Actually, the universe itself is a fascist organism, and we are its chronically inflamed appendix: Vestigial, useless, noteworthy only for our ability to annoy. If cosmic antibodies are unable to combat our virulence, then, ultimately, we must be excised. Everything we believe and value is a lie, every law a deception, every ideal a hypocrisy, every abstraction a construct. We are not individuals, we are cells. We form aggregates called societies, which together form the spreading tumour of humankind. There can never truly be an individual because our survival inherently depends on others; without "mommy," we would all have died in infancy. Without social structures, man would have been extinct long ago, as we are the weakest link in the chain of life. We never recognise ourselves as components of a mass consciousness. A mind-boggling myriad of microorganisms is keeping us alive at this very moment, but we are not conscious of our precarious teetering on the brink of finality. Like most organisms, we function much like machines: Eating, shitting, fucking, and killing automatons.
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https://youtu.be/25rEqqdZmOI?si=LfSFlPuIJP0VMjo4
We have brought in the Antichrist.
Toddler, you couldn't roll up a coloring book to bring it in out of the rain.
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Toddler, you couldn't roll up a coloring book to bring it in out of the rain.
Don't be jelly now. At least I can colour inside of the lines.
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I can't confirm or deny what any of the names are, and I refuse to speculate any further. Suffice to say, yeah, I guess they all might know each other.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDWEbIO_TnE
Or, they might not.
Jan 27, 9:24 PMMessage from you,
and will assume that I am until I hear otherwise. Valerie, Beth, Brittany, Kathleen, Jaime, Sara, I'm pretty sure you're on the wrong side of Heaven. Passage to either side is hereby: GRANTED.
Jan 27, 9:25 PMMessage from you, Saturday, January 27 2024, 9:25 PM.
I would suggest you think it over, especially if a dead person is reading this. (That can happen. I have had dead people looking out from behind my eyes before, so since lots of people read these messages now, I'm more aware of my grammar.
Jan 27, 9:51 PMMessage from you, without money or ID my travel is difficult. it's supposed to be impossible. where there is a will, there is a way., Saturday, January 27 2024, 9:51 PM.
February 19 2024, 4:27 PM.
i still don't have a debit card and I cannot get one until tomorrow and you are not being clear as to what you desire and y/our friend took my wallet
Mon 4:28 PMMessage from you, WHAT THE FUCK, Monday, February 19 2024, 4:28 PM.
Wed 8:20 PMMessage from you, Neg Bed Sea Tac Ass gay Ted yay L∞ Die Har Der, Wednesday, February 21 2024, 8:20 PM.
1:08 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:12 PM.
YOUR ASSAILANT -ONE OF THEM, AT LEAST- HAS BEEN NEUTRALIZED. (YOU'RE WELCOME, AND THE PLEASURE IS ALL MINE.) NOT BRIAN. I LOVE BRIAN! THE DUDE IS STACKED.
NOT BRIAN PALMER. A DIFFERENT. PALMER. BRIAN. TODAY IS TWIN PEAKS DAY.
WE'RE NOT GOING TO TALK FOR OR OVER JUDE-Ē. ALSO: YOU READ MY PHONE WITHOUT PERMISSIONS... AND YOU'RE STILL ALIVE. IMPRESSIVE.
1:19 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:19 PM.
Message from you, Alternatively, we all wait for Shane to kill her or himself, because that's what he is waiting for: a magical compulsion to unexpectedly drop in (spoiler: it won't) my mind's eye (supposed shields are holding and will forever) and wrench my gaze around to some Arbiter's Teacher’s Target. (Dear (PROT-KARR): you want her ashes? Come get them, çhe-which, The_Frogj‹roomer awaits thee and thine chatter from your bound chattel slave. Good luck.) Well, whatta ewe know. Bulls’ Ī? How about this: I launch The Shaæedæerow№±>I<°ⁿWORDSHAW Delivery Service, specializing in delivering ginger low-TīīT mid-tier ²HIGH¹KLAẞẞ⁵ Beck’, best.beastie.lee’s and, hands down; The Oversoul of Kevin Mitnick is the secret basement strategy here., Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:39 PM.
1:39 PMMessage from you, I captured his soul, like a genie in a bottle (“Boo!”), and instead of using him as a Duracell (“Hiss!”), I told him that I was gonna release him, and he was gonna be my security guy TOP OP, and if he ever failed me, I would give his littlest sister an immaculately conceived MOON LOVES CHILD OLD GIRLS + ANY PARENTAL GUARDIAN WHO WANTS THEIR MEWLIN’ & SQUALLIN’ FERRY.PRINCESS... RIDDEN IN WET AND PUT AWAY HARD. DON'T THINK I CAN'T DO IT, BUT AN IMMACULATE CONCEPTION FORCED RAPE BABY IS MORE SIGNIFICANT IN EFFECT WITH ITS GRAVITAS. DOUGH DONUT DO MI DO ME DO mE... JANE-Ē HAS GOT A GUN., Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:39 PM.
Message from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:59 PM.
CHECK AND MATE.
KMM: WHISTLE DIXIE.
BJ¿: WISHED FOR DEATH.
BECAUSE PISCES. NOT BECAUSE ME. AND NEPTUNE, RULER OF THE SEAS, FORBIDS OUR UNION.
WELL, THAT'S THAT THEN. (PROT-|/|/): START TEACHING COOKING, OR START SUCKIN’ MY TEACHINGS DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.
(DOGGEREL. WHAT'S THE OPPOSITE OF A NIGGER?)
Message from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:59 PM.
ANSWER: BOOKS. THE WORD ONLY HAS THE POWER THAT THE NORTH AMERICAN MIKEY•BAY•LORE•STONE•LEE❄️brrr!❄️SEANET CHILLAX EW WWW, A. GRö§ Query...
“What's it like to forget to ask The_Quincunx for a job? Hi hi hi, ho ho ho, sky high eye, five dozen thick fire Styx & sticks w/dicks in ten thousand maniacal pussies, yep, this is my job now... pretending to be afraid of two old maid’s Q•Bert arcade machines and a double-quarter-pounder with cheese.
PAYCHECK? RU SERIOUS?
LADY, YOU ARE NOT EVEN AT THE HANDSHAKE WHILE HANDCUFFED STAGE. I DON'T GET PAID.
1:59 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 1:59 PM.
I DID MANAGE TO STOP THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL INVASION OF OUR HOME PLANET, YOU SUPER SERIOUS TOP-TIER TODDLER... YES, THEY WOULD HAVE HUNG US ALL IF THEY KNEW WHAT I KNOW AND COULD PROVE IT IN A COURT OF LAW. (NO COURT OFFICIALS WOULD PARTICIPATE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN UNHEARD OF.)
SO: THEY TOOK THE DEAL. SILLY DEA. NO DEALS MEANT JUST THAT. KNOW THAT I KNOWWITH WHOM DEA CONTRACTS WITH NOW IN THE SPIRITUAL HEIRARCHY OF ANGELS.
NOT GOING ON MY C.V. THOUGH. THESE THINGS HAVE TO BE DONE IN A PARTICULAR ORDER, HOWEVER.
2:01 PMMessage from you,
Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:01 PM.
AND FOR SURE: THAT GODDAM BATTLE ANGEL IS MINE. JUST BET ME. YOU JUST WAIT, PUNYLINGS.
Message from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:10 PM.
Because we are, were, and always will be Our Perfect Score. How you like me now, Ol’ Yeller?
You wanna have a tea party on the lawn? HI HI HI. NOW THEY OFF THE RAPIST RIGHT IN FRONT OF WITNESSES? TIME for a SPECIAL ADDED CHARGE OF “Lying in wait.”
BECAUSE HE DID.
2:10 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:10 PM.
AND I CAN HANDLE THIS THE_ONE (1). THE REST OF YOU: FIGURE IT OUT WHILE I CHASE DOWN THE GHOSTS OF YOUR FAMILY I MURDERED, CHASING THEM DOWN AND RIDING THEM TO DEATH, OVER AND OVER AGAIN... FOR ALL ETERNITY. HUZZAH!
OH, WAIT, MY BAD: WRONG SCRIPT, WRONG 3×4 INDEX CARD, AND WRONG, WRONG RING HONG KONG, TELL THEM YOU REMEMBER WHEN THE PLACE WAS CALLED TAIPEI, AND THAT JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS... NEEDS HELP TO MAKE HIS COME TRUE.
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Message from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:23 PM.
So, there. There mote it be. Want Soupy? Get SOUP’d. Did you bother to check for validity?
How long did it take you to open the door? Do you even remember? Okay, great. *hands clapping in math* Found the ones no one else could save.
I saved them.
.I.AM.THE_FAILSAFE.
And I rescued many others as well. YOU WILL ALSO: NEVER FIND ANYONE IN A MILLION FUCKING YEARS.
2:23 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:23 PM.
DO YOU GET THE PICTURE? DEA JUST RAN ITSELF OUT OF A MULTIPLE BILLION DOLLAR BLACK OPS BUDGET WHILE TRYING TO SURRENDER TO A PITCHER PLANT NAMED KEN-ē-ZKaN.
HOW DID THEY RUN OUT OF MONEY? SIMPLE: NO ONE REPORTED THE CRIME, I WAS NEVER A WITNESS TO ANY POST OF THE CONSPIRACY, I DIDN'T REPEAT OUR CONVERSATION, AND I WAS NEVER REALLY HERE OR THERE, SO...
HOW DOES YOUR STALKER AND HIS FOUR THUGS -ALL WITH COMPLETE, AUTHENTIC īD- EXPLAIN THAT? TO WHO? WHY, TO ME, OF COURSE.
BECAUSE AT LEAST TWO (2) OF THEM NAMED ME AS THEIR AS SPIRITUAL COUNSELOR AND GU RU GUIDE. (Flattered!) THE THUGGY-PIGGY MACHINE DID THE MOST OBVIOUS THING IN THE WORLD IN RESPONSE.
CARE TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS?
2:25 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:25 PM.
They were driving to my house, pulled over along the way, and never heard from again. This was a year and a half ago.
2:30 PMMessage from you, 🅿️✝️Ⓜ️🅿️: CONCURS., Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:30 PM.
Tough love. Nasty, awful business. It's been addressed. By Future Me in your past, K?
KD died for you. Sure she came back. She would have preferred another outcome. But she apparently felt that no other outcome would ram the points home.
🅿️✝️Ⓜ️🅿️: CONCURS.
2:35 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:35 PM.
Also, she didn't really want to take five years to have sex again. Who told her that was responsible upbringing and demonstrated efficacy? Because I never told her ANYthing.
Including: why it was taking so long. (Age of consent laws are known to vary widely. Also: NINETEEN.)
WHO WANTS TO KNOW?
AND... MONEY, NAGA
.. what?
2:42 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:42 PM.
Long story short: it's a jungle out there, especially at Christmas Time, and if you're gonna file for anything, please don't do it “on BEHALF of” because that opens one's employer to SIGNIFICANT TAX PENALITIES AND LIABILITIES.
And... THAT really is ONE (1) OF Mine. Areas. Of concern. See? Is legit.
And now, for my next trick... I can sue someone, and fuck them, and not have to *get away* with anything.
In other words: MILITARY.INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX: B.T.F.O. (Oh, you're welcome.) Any questions?
2:50 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:50 PM.
Yes, you, you in the back with two of them, can you ... great.
“why me?” that's easy. The last two viable candidates formed a mutual non-aggression pact. (Complex treaty/plunder negotiable rights are my speciality.) Bottom line is this: as long as I don't rape anyone to actual,_death... I can seduce anyone I want, forever.
.AND.YOU.BOLD.NUGGET.COMBING.KLANDOE.HORSEHUSBANDS.ARE.FIRST.PRIZE.C0-WINNERS.(You may share one (1) Cadillac.)
Now. See? That was easy. For you.
2:52 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:52 PM.
Well, call me then. Oh, would you lose your job then? Cool. Make it snappy, you're burning daylight, Darling Starlings.
2:53 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:53 PM.
I'll call when I goddam feel like it, and yeah, it would be nice if I were there, right? Nevertheless I chose Not_Prison.
2:59 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 2:59 PM.
We have been touched by love, and we were meant to be forevers changed. Do what thou willt hath; been The Loophole in The Wormlaw. Love demands its own style of closure: hung, angry man-sized babyangrylove.
That's the one. I don't care what is thought: I made another choice as well, and nevertheless I have returned to... two insanely hot women and a haunted pizza oven that identifies as a; cursed refrigerator.
And I don't have a thing to wear. Frick!
3:02 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 3:02 PM.
I didn't believe it either, but I'm convinced. I get (blank) &AND milk. Okay. Is that good? “New High Score”, omg! Did I break it? Why are those klaxons going off?AWOOO-gah-№tJustGah!
3:07 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 3:07 PM.
This is why I don't have your address. I don't want to know it until the quantum entanglement T¥ĪVĪËKRμ,§ĪæLlΠ∆\/īKTŒIÅRy—reeēEEĒ *🥏⛎🥏🪡
3:14 PMMessage from you, Saturday, February 24 2024, 3:14 PM.
You bet your sweet ass I'm gonna buy you a phone(s). YOUR MONEY. YOUR PHONE.
‘MUH īOS-ENABLED 25# (PROFANE|body_part). Take your pick... ¡I|/|/!All!§⁰ⁿ, Francis—and lighten up the Beav, okay? Because your daughter just prayed to Almighty God for a miracle.
*poof* Ain't no coming back from that one, Demander. ☮️shalom☮️
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Don't be jelly now.
I don't even have time for jam.
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I don't even have time for jam.
But you do have time to post the above scrollfest?! ??? ::)
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But you do have time to post the above scrollfest?! ??? ::)
Do you want him to go away?
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Do you want him to go away?
No. I just wish he wasn’t so enamoured with himself that he can’t interact with others the way he used to. It was more fun. Now he posts like a cult leader in love with the smell of his own farts. Is anyone actually reading these posts and taking them seriously?
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But you do have time to post the above scrollfest?! ??? ::)
It took longer to edit it than it did to text it. It is not meant to be accessible to everyone.
It is meant to be seen. Why you thought it such a big deal, is a mystery to all, even to myself--I decline to speculate as to anyone's reasons why, least of all, yours. You can just tell me, of course. In public? In "private" messaage? As you like.
I don't think you understand the reality that I am facing here. Where's my wallet? Where are my friends? What happened to them all?
I HAVE BEEN IN A MEDICALLY INDUCED COMA FOR 12 YEARS (posited theory), ASSHOLE (you really could be more considerate to others)!!!!!! (1)!
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No. I just wish he wasn’t so enamoured with himself that he can’t interact with others the way he used to.
I called my friend last night and you answered the phone, then you stumbled along for a few seconds, and then you hung up. HOW AM I TO BLAME FOR THIS?
It was more fun.
For you.
Now he posts like a cult leader in love with the smell of his own farts.
Maybe you don't know who I am. Maybe you don't know what has happened to the phones. Maybe you think you're unmarried and you're not. MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW JACK OR SHIT ABOUT REAL LIFE.
Is anyone actually reading these posts and taking them seriously?
MAYBE. *swings gavel, stamps* You're free to go. FY, post on EG, post here... You know. Whatever TF it is you ewe do-dew.
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Is anyone actually reading these posts and taking them seriously?
I can't say who else is reading them, but I know I am. As for taking them seriously? Eh...
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It took longer to edit it than it did to text it. It is not meant to be accessible to everyone.
It is meant to be seen. Why you thought it such a big deal, is a mystery to all, even to myself--I decline to speculate as to anyone's reasons why, least of all, yours. You can just tell me, of course. In public? In "private" messaage? As you like.
I don't think you understand the reality that I am facing here. Where's my wallet? Where are my friends? What happened to them all?
I HAVE BEEN IN A MEDICALLY INDUCED COMA FOR 12 YEARS (posited theory), ASSHOLE (you really could be more considerate to others)!!!!!! (1)!
I suppose the coma causes the center of the universe syndrome. ::)
Look, I don’t care about your friends or your phones. Now, entertain me or get out! >:(
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I can't say who else is reading them, but I know I am. As for taking them seriously? Eh...
And they actually make sense to you?
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TELL THEM YOU REMEMBER...THAT JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS... NEEDS HELP TO MAKE HIS [DREAM] COME TRUE.
So. That's why I keep having these frightmares, night after night, huh. You stomped all over them with both boots and hightailed it outta there before I could lay my eyes upon you; The Galvaniser. You shatter dreams? Just remember when you think you're free, the crack inside your fucking heart is me. I swear I'm not lying, I have nightmares every night. I am visited by Devils and past errors and the wrongdoings of yesteryear. I am overwhelmed and in fitful stops and starts, tossing and turning, bed soaked with sweat. Stretched out dead in a sweat soaked bed, eyes torn out from the horrors in my head. It might have something to do with the psychotropics; it might not. But I can't just Google 'How to decalcify ones pineal gland' and all be well. I need professional help. And you were right-- All the doctors are lying to me. I should've never been open about my drug use because all they'll dole out (even when I'm in excruciating pain now) is Advil or Tylenol. I'm sad to say, although they promised not to put down on file that I'm The Pillhound, its definitely been entered into the system that I am indeed The Pillhound. I've fucked myself now. I'll never get sympathy or treatment for pain management ever in my life again, and now I have to score shit off my sickly friends who need the meds for real, or buy shit off the black market and hope it ain't laced with fentanyl. Be careful out there with the crystal, bud. You never know what they're cutting it with. I know you're not as stupid as that. But can't a guy pop a motherfuckin' pill and take a nap anymore without Psychiatry beating down his door? Hippocratic oath my ass. They're all a bunch of lying, conniving scumbags and I should never have allowed them to "diagnose" me with a mental illness on paper. This shit is going to follow me around for the rest of my life. The only silver lining I can see is pleading insanity once I commit a homicide due to bipolar disorder. There's no other upside to this. Nada.
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And they actually make sense to you?
I wouldn't go that far!
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Now, entertain me or get out! >:(
I don't know who you are.
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I don’t care about your friends or your phones.
They spent a great deal of time talking TO YOUR FRIENDS who pretended TO BE ME. (Predictable hijinx ensued.)
What makes you think I care about entertaining you? I have an actual life, Person. Ignore it at your own peril.
Long live The New Flesh Administration.
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So. That's why I keep having these frightmares, night after night, huh. You stomped all over them with both boots and hightailed it outta there before I could lay my eyes upon you; The Galvaniser. You shatter dreams? Just remember when you think you're free, the crack inside your fucking heart is me. I swear I'm not lying, I have nightmares every night. I am visited by Devils and past errors and the wrongdoings of yesteryear. I am overwhelmed and in fitful stops and starts, tossing and turning, bed soaked with sweat. Stretched out dead in a sweat soaked bed, eyes torn out from the horrors in my head. It might have something to do with the psychotropics; it might not. But I can't just Google 'How to decalcify ones pineal gland' and all be well. I need professional help. And you were right-- All the doctors are lying to me. I should've never been open about my drug use because all they'll dole out (even when I'm in excruciating pain now) is Advil or Tylenol. I'm sad to say, although they promised not to put down on file that I'm The Pillhound, its definitely been entered into the system that I am indeed The Pillhound. I've fucked myself now. I'll never get sympathy or treatment for pain management ever in my life again, and now I have to score shit off my sickly friends who need the meds for real, or buy shit off the black market and hope it ain't laced with fentanyl. Be careful out there with the crystal, bud. You never know what they're cutting it with. I know you're not as stupid as that. But can't a guy pop a motherfuckin' pill and take a nap anymore without Psychiatry beating down his door? Hippocratic oath my ass. They're all a bunch of lying, conniving scumbags and I should never have allowed them to "diagnose" me with a mental illness on paper. This shit is going to follow me around for the rest of my life. The only silver lining I can see is pleading insanity once I commit a homicide due to bipolar disorder. There's no other upside to this. Nada.
Hang on. I think I'm gonna have this tattooed on my back in Cyrillic script. /powerflex
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They spent a great deal of time talking TO YOUR FRIENDS who pretended TO BE ME. (Predictable hijinx ensued.)
What makes you think I care about entertaining you? I have an actual life, Person. Ignore it at your own peril.
Long live The New Flesh Administration.
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Don't ask me to carry your baby. You wouldn't like where I would put it.
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Don't ask me to carry your baby. You wouldn't like where I would put it.
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Hang on. I think I'm gonna have this tattooed on my back in Cyrillic script.
An honour, sir.
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Hippocratic oath my ass. They're all a bunch of lying, conniving scumbags and I should never have allowed them to "diagnose" me with a mental illness on paper. This shit is going to follow me around for the rest of my life.
Having avoided the grim spectre of schizophrenic malady, I can say that I am pleased to not have proven susceptible to certain psychotronic attack. Most notably: Voice-2-Skull.
This shit is diabolical. Having achieved a synthesis of my inner child with my Divine twin (thanks to LSD-25), I have been able to ignore outlandish personalities that have intruded upon my consciousness fairly easily.
Once one speaks in conversation with God, nothing else quite compares. This is not simple to do without preparation. So I would expect that most individuals that are exposed to this form of attack would find it... unsettling.
I do not think that arguing back with a psychiatrist, who sits in a surveillance van down by the river to be helpful. Nonetheless, this is what can happen to people. And these white-coated freaks who have the medical cartel on lockdown are, by and large, weak-willed simpletons.
So, this is what I propose. We lay in wait until a degenerate serial killer with access to ©company weaponry breaks cover... then, we give him a good Rodgering.
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The bitch even cut my appointment short. And I pay her the big bucks.
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I pay her the big bucks.
When you are in prison, I'm going to take your money and pay your sister to fellate me. This will be filmed. It will be on OnlyFans. NOTE: I don't even wanna do this. Sounds kind of petty. Like, why does it matter so much to Judy that her brother lied to her about, well... I guess, like, a lot of stuff?
Like seriously, dude. "Why do you hate your dad?" Like I was gonna tell a goddam time-traveler that. I can tell you now, sure, but at the time... all I could think was, "Wow, they can teleport, but they can't figure out how to spot an ambush. These New Schwabenlanders are gonna be a piece of cake." And, they have been. It took a little longer than I would like, but...
Anyway. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW AWESOME THIS IS. I cannot be too specific, because ways and means, but I will say this: none of you actually ever -met- the real Tammy.
You've been dealing with her manservant's vampyr simulacrum. The real Tammy, who I last saw at breakfast back in 2011-ISH, is, from your point of view... long dead. She looked scared at breakfast. I was scared too. It was the most obvious set-up I had ever seen... and she was way, way too late to try to get forgiveness out of me with sexual activity.
She had her chance to get close to my dick. And by that time, versions of her FROM THE FUTURE had already begun to show up in my life AFTER LITERALLY KILLING THEMSELVES AND REINCARNTING INTO NEW BODIES TO TRY AND GET TO MY BABY BATTER. Now, that's devotion, eh?
It's not about sex. IT WAS ABOUT POWER. For some reason, this one broad really, really, REALLY had to sire an illegitmate bastard with me, and could travel back and forth in time. I have no idea how. I have no idea what happened to the two (2) Actual_Children I allowed this crazed, insensitive, and extra-ordinairly privileged she-witch slingshotting herself back and forth through time and space and suicide and insurance fraud ended up getting off of me.
I remember it distinctly. It was a bit like when I woke up in surgery, when I was 16. I guess there's something special about my physiology, that these self-absorbed, lying egotistical narcissitic totes total moronic douchebags do not understand. It probably has something to do with the way my spermatozoa don't fertilize an ovum unless... they have My Permission.
One would expect my own descendent progeny to know better than to go against my specific wishes, right? I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH. And it was in 2021, November-ISH, that I was drugged, and raped, and my semen was taken by those two (2) renegade outlaw Timecorps agents.
One of them was (PROT-G), and the other was, I am logically forced to conclude, was the sister that I rarely, if ever, had seen, at all. I guess she was the High Coven Witch of this gang of seven (7) devastatingly beautiful abject retards.
She apparently thought I was a really disgusting person. This was because she had been hypnotized with drugs and her recollection had been changed, and she thought that I was someone I was not, and her real enemy was not I. Not by a long chalk. Instead, I am the man who arranged all this, just so that she can be locked in a big house, with her beautiful wife, and the rapist of them both.
Too bad I can't come within 500ft of the place without triggering Third Contact. Because, let me tell you: there is no greater sexual satisfaction, nor thirst for revenge, that could be greater than the knowledge that... this whole time, these fucking morons have been thinking that they were gonna get away with being held accountable to the crime of RAPE OF A MINOR CHILD. Because... it absolutely was rape.
I didn't want to be surrounded by older people, who had been discussing with each other without my knowledge of such things. I wasn't consulted. I wasn't asked. They just figured that I was their... property, I guess, and I suppose they thought that breeding me without my consent would have been easier than forcing a couple of panda bears to fuck in a Chinese zoo.
All they had to do was ask. I would have given them as many children as they were willing to pay for. Instead: they wanted to steal my semen, AND my money, AND THEN leave me alone, miserable and abandoned, fucked-off and never desired by anyone, ever again... without my ever being able to even be certain about it, let alone, prove it in a court of law after tracking them down and hauling their asses back into Justice.
They would have gotten away with it, too, except: HER MOTHER SENT ME THEIR PICTURES. One look and I knew: "holy shit, that's not her. or she's been turned vampyr." WTAF?
I pieced it together later. I can't explain all of it. Ways and means, ways and means. I'll just say this: I am totally happy with the three of them hanging out in that house together for as long as it takes for one of them to croak. Any two that are left after that, I can handle that too. And I have absolutely no sense of urgency about this.
And, neither does my best friend, who apparently has a much, much more driven desire for this revenge than I do. I guess some children really resent their parents for things. And I never would have known it unless I saw it for myself... holy shit, this chick really did want to have sex with me. ONCE.
Without paying, while getting pregnant, without anyone ever finding out about it. Well... two out of three ain't bad. But for my own part, I didn't even care about having sex. I wanted to find out... what the fuck is happening? Well, I have found out at this point, that's for sure.
Justice for KDF. Let me tell you, I am excited to tell the whole story, but I don't want to do it too soon, and I don't wish to embarrass anyone whose emotional response matters to me. Because then, it won't be plausibly deniable that I didn't use magick or hypnotic drugs to seduce the women I'm gonna have sex with in the future. And... there are quite a few of them.
They have gotten wind of my story, out their in the wild. PEOPLE KNOW. I am a sexual tyrannosaurus rex--and these two hellspawn hagbeasts have only wanted for one thing: to keep me all to themselves, and to keep me in the dark, and to make sure that I never, ever laid a hand on any of their daughters. Say whaaaaaaa?
Some kind of Kiwi supersition, I guess. I will have to look into that in the future, somehow. Maybe. If I'm not too busy having a good time with the families and their friends... of whomever it is that goes to prison. I'm not clear on that part of the story yet, since The Court hasn't made their decision(s) yet. And, IDGAF.
Grapefruit and her family have escaped injustice: they have fled off-planet and jamming them up will not be possible, and I found Tamara, solved her murder, brought her back to life, fucked her senseless, gave her a chance to spawn a child with me (failed; my spermatozoa obey my will), and I tracked down and captured her Primary Abuser, who she is currently locked into a death struggle with, in a house with an address number on it that matches the time of my birth listed on my official paperwork. Not that I need to proof any of this. I always remembered the time: 1416.
And I never told her that Tarazi55 was possibly not the most subtle indicator of duper's delight that I had ever seen, but it was certainly the most... ill-timed. Because once I figured out that I really, really was dealing with TIME-TRAVELING BABY-KNAPPERS... my foresight in high school was something I was really happy about making sure I kept intact.
Because I have had to hide my true feelings for other women for 36 years. I would never have noticed the woman in 1989... until I was directed by a teacher in class, to get up from my desk on the left side of the room, and go all the way over to the right side of the room, with the entire class watching... to sit next to her. Were it not for this chain of events, I would not have been QUITE this thorough in my investigation.
But, since I have, I now know everything I need to know, to feel perfectly wonderful about eveyrthing that has ever happened to me in life. Because I did love her, but I didn't need to have sex with her. It was SHE who became obsessed with ME.
Why? Well, I have a few more lingering questions. However I am prepared to set aside my investigation, because either her daughter or my son FROM THE GODDAM FUTURE has already traveled back in time, just to find out... well, what? What do they need to know? Or do they just want more free sperm? It's weird, I'm telling you.
However, nothing is ever gonna want to make me want to have a child to be born of my loins on this fucked-off planet. And now that I have the key critical data: I spooged inside two women, i was conscious for the event, first one got on top of me and took a load, then they made me get on top of someone else, and I gave her a load, and one of them I told my DNA "no, don't grow there," and the other, I told them, "okay, you might as well, I'm 48 years old, if this isn't a dream, might as well give her a baby, because I wanna fuck her a whole bunch more anyway."
I know, I know: this is confusing. It's hard for me to focus on what's important right now. I'm too busy holding my laughter in, because I KNEW this would all be worth it, as soon as I found out that HE WAS MARRIED TO A WOMAN WHO HE PRETENDED TO NEVER HAVE HEARD OF. Because it was so obvious that someone was being too coy. And after all this time?
Well, Tarazi55 had to come from somewhere, that's for sure, and it wasn't from the side of an apartment building in California, that's for goddam sure. And on our first "date" I asked her, okay, so... why did you pick that name? And... 55, huh? Oh, and 85% increased volume in breast tissue, and... the exact same pattern of freckles on the right boob. Huh.
It was at that point I knew FOR SURE--in 1995, for pity's sake--that somehow, the woman who seriously pissed me off in high school by assuming I was in love with the idea of having sex with her, somehow gets something like a lobotomy, and her tits inflated somehow, and some seriously convoluted planning has gone into this, you know?
Sure, I like having sex. But I will tell you this for goddam certain: I like making time-travelling rapists and baby factory recruiters suffer, a whole hell of a lot more. Because to be honest, I had no idea most of this shit was even possible. But, it turns out, it really is:
I'm so goddam good in bed that bitches be comin' back FROM THE FUTURE in order to get themselves a position on my staff. Damn. Maybe I should start working out, huh? I wouldn't mind doing that with someone loyal, but... I find that the overall physique being out of alignment with society's norms to be very much to my advantage.
If you goddam Punylings knew how attractive I could make myself become, I'd never have a moment's peace, ever again. It'd be a mob sniffing after me, every time I left the house. Which is about 7 times a year by choice, but that's not really the point. The point is: you can call me Mike, and I like to fuck, and my father really was quite an asshole, and the sins of the father have been visited upon The Sun.
I really wanted to fornicate with that woman I met in 1994, but, there was someone else pulling the strings, and whomever they were, they were not above drugs and hypnosis and time-travel and all manner of shit to achieve their goals. But there was one thing they absolutely could not do, and that was: just tell me the truth. Well, that's weird. How hard can that be? "I'm from New Zealand and I believe Austrians are white and Hungarians are black." Or something. I don't know. Someone would have to ask them.
In the meantime, I've had long-distance sex with two women who both feel like there is a chance they might be my daughter (eeeww, gross) and one of them wants to have sex with me IRL, and the other... doesn't. I don't know how this kind of rivalry comes about, but the good news is: the one that wants to fuck me, is NOT my daughter, and the one that is my daughter, does not want EITHER of us to fuck, AND doesn't want her daughter to fuck me, AND FURTHER: she demands that NO ONE BE ALLOWED TO FUCK ME, EVER AGAIN! EVAR!!!
Like... what? Who is this bitch, the Queen of The Raytheon-Amazon Corporation? Well, we tried things her way, and I'm okay with whatever The Court decides... because I have learned to become detached from any expectation of any outcomes.
For example: now that I know that One (1) Ms. Maid is your sister, Alistair, I am totally okay with you and she pretending to be having a fornicative relationship, or that you can't use Paypal, or that you aren't working hand in glove with Robert Casio, or... look, I'm not real sure about any of this right now. Here's what I know for sure:
I do not have HIV+/A.I.D.S. and it's not really fair for you to have QUITE this much influence over my life. Colonel Tom Parker you ain't, and obviously, I am not Elvis.
There is only one Elvis. And his name is Reggie Hammond. Y'all alright. Y'all be cool. Later. (I'm not going to go score any coke. I don't know what I am going to do. Heather Wade tried to call me earlier today, and while that was really, really cool... look, I know how magick works, okay? Shields.)
Now then. Azzerae! I am certain that we can come to terms, and arrange things that still have loose ends, in a fashion that will be wonderful, for me. You, I'm not so sure about. Obviously I won't get in the way of your career drawing your little cartoons. And I wasn't kidding before at all, nor aware of the irony: YOU should be the New Face of Coast to Coast. No question. Certainly not Daoouud (if he lives through the night), definitely not Heather Wade (I don't envision Little Miss Thunderpants as having all that much free fuckin' time in the future, to tell you the truth), probably not Ian Punnett (dude, you're a Doctor of Divinity, and you didn't wanna chime in, huh? Okay, no worries, I'll tell you where I stashed Jesus after tying him to a chair in a basement in an abandoned townhome), and, not a fuckin' chance in sweet baby Jesus roasting on a spit turning in Hell... not Steve Warner.
He wouldn't like the attention, that's for sure. Also: Michael Deacon and Michael Decon are about to have a serious problem with black & white duality the next time they try to re-enact the Abbey Road album cover while dodging a stampeding herd of quagga. I actually like the man, you know? That's why it's such great news to him that I have absolutely no reason to challenge him in the radio industry.
I never wanted to challenge anyone in the radio broadcasting industry. That's why I put a video on YouTube of myself, cooking a steak and shrieking "nigger!" at Nigger George Noory. I knew that I would never work in his town, ever, which at the time, was exactly what I wanted.
Because the REAL George Noory is not a nigger, not named George Noory, and is my true and good and noble friend, and in spite of how bad all this looks for me now... trust me, none of you would look as bad as George would... should the truth ever come out.
Because I know unique pieces of information. Not very valuable or useful information, certainly, but unique information nonetheless. And I don't mind if Operation Mockingbird gets fully exposed and the Middle East explodes into fully conflagrative open combat. What do I fuckin' care? I don't need crops from Afghanistan. I don't require petroleum products pumped out of the ground on the regular from the entire region. And, I don't need cengeance for Kayla Mueller.
Not anymore. Now, where were we? Oh yeah. T-MINUS TWELVE DAYS. That's my upcoming Court date that y'all are hoping for. My next court date is in 6 days, and I am gonna show up earlier and schmooze with Madam Clerk. Becuase it's a sensitive matter, one that needs to be handled with no small amount of delicacy, and thus far, the only goddam person ON THE PLANET with ANY sensitivity AT ALL... appears to be only me!
I don't need my father's firearms. I don't need anything at all. My questions are answered. My health is sound. My mind is clear. I am not a degenerate sex- and drug-addict. But... about a baker's dozen of my former lovers are, and I don't have to have sex with any of them at all in order to be happy. Because spending all their time and energy trying to murder me while being in denial aboout having ever found a man who is worth a shit in comparison to myself has had a number of unique, *superb* advantages.
For one thing: Best bestie got her wish, and I am not biologically related to her. This will make it very possible to feel no guilt, or remorse, or pity, or regret, or anything at all, really, except complete and totes-total orgisastic ecstacy... once I am exonerated at trial and her abusers are in prison, and we can finally, at last: lock the doors, slam the windows, shoot up SCIENTIFICALLY-DERIVED CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS, OBTAINED IN LAWFUL FASHION, and fuck our brians out until we collapse into our arms in exhaustion, and then... simply fall asleep.
I'm still not convinced I won't wake up with an entirely different person driving her body (some experiences can change your perspective on "woo-woo" and "magick," Punylings) but I am okay with that, because she is really, really smoking hot, apparently is willing to go the extra distance required when it comes to contingency planning, and... seriously, I don't think I even need to have sex. I could just be happy, just snuggling. I am probably convincable. We'll see, because I sent brig 200 years into the future with my Timeship, and this time, her notoriously lenient father is probably not going to let her come back here to get ANOTHER load of Hungarian Baby Navy Baby Brother Batter 55-Uppity Up Yours, She-Witch.
Let's go. You know, whatevah. I'm not even afraid of the prospect. Because I never wanted to have sex with her at all... until I found out that she wanted to so badly that she didn't want to admit it out loud. Damn, that is some hard-core pent-up lust. That kind of desire is what can sustain a man, let me tell you.
Now then. About that round table...
The bitch even cut my appointment short.
People who would otherwise have been on my side are disappointed about all the AIDS jokes, as well as your overall pissy-little-boy demeanor. I get it, personally, but it is gonna take some... explanation. I did warn you, didn't i?
I did! I did saw a warning tat! (Bestie: I waited for goo, and I haven't even told everyone what they are gonna be yet, largely because you get to pick the second one. I wouldn't want you to miss out on any such opporunity to get involved on this. I also haven't even written down, or committed to memory, what my first choice is and what my third one was determined to be, as I have made these two pieces of information quantumly incompatible with each other. Like Heisenberg's Uncertainty principle, I can either remember where it goes, or what it is of, and never the 'twain shall meet.) Look, it's all going to work out just fine. For U.S.
As for Turkey, I don't know. It's possible that the destruction of the Toot And Come On In Human Trafficking Network And Great White Sharks Bobbing For Apple Computers With Little People Living Inside Them might have to rename their upcoming reboot of the Pinewood Derby, which you wouldn't think would be such an issue at this point; after all, they bought that IP off of the bankrupted Boy Scouts Of America Corporation LLC fair and square, right?
Oh. Left. B. Hind. GYN. grrrrrrr. Nike, JUST DO IT. -Q.
The Quincunx is real. They're kinda busy right now, but they assured me (just this moment) that I had been right all along: THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY.
Like... it's more of an insult if I *could* seduce her, but don't, just because I am concerned that he/she might FLIP THE FUCK OUT and kill her at the next Thanksgiving dinner, right? Because I don't mind breeding. Just make sure you pay up, Ladies. My flesh is expensive. And if any you womb-crazed maniacs expect to carry one of MY children to term, you're gonna wanna learn the basics of the ground rules.
Number one is cardio. You might have thought that it was gonna be "never trifle" but that was never an order or even a suggestion. It simply meant that I was not to be trifled with, and, well: now you know why.
I do not play. Only one man could drive into B_____, break into that house, rape that daughter, get away clean, and live to not only tell the tale, but has PERMISSION to do it. And I am that man. And I... have a headache.
And I am completely amd totally okay with that. Also okay with: fuck it, bring all the Kennedys back to life, what do you say? Sure, they were all scumbag dopehounds and degenerate smugglers of anything they could make a buck off of --Irish, right?-- but this is years later. Things have changed. We have the technology, and I and Reggie Hammond can probably handle just about anything that any sick and perverted criminal mind might come up with.
.I.AM.A.SOURCE.ERROR.AFTER.FULLY.HEALING.
.COMPLETE.HEALING.IS.OUR.BIRTHRIGHT.AND.IS.ALL.OF.YOURS.AS.WELL.
.YOU'RE.GONNA.SAVE.A.BUNDLE.ON.YOUR.HEALTH.CARE.COSTS.BY.ROUNDING.UP.ALL.THE.PSYCHIATRISTS.AND.HAVING.THEM.ALL.EXECUTED.BY.FIRING.SQUAD.IN.THE.MORNING.BY.DAWN.
.I.AM.STILL.A.SOURCEROR.
.SHE.IS.STILL.THE.GODDESS.
.THOSE.PEOPLE.ARE.ALL.FAR.LESS.STUPID.NOW.
.THERE.IS.NO.NEW.NETWORK,.FOLKS.
.BALL....IN.PLAY.
p.s.: I truly believe that there is nothing damaging or offensive or insulting or explosive or actionable in this message, written by ME, MICHAEL JACKSTAR CLIFFORD KUCZI-GIFFORDZ, on THIS VERY FINE DAY IN AMERICA: March 8th, 2024, and if I am mistaken, please harbor no grievance, carry no grudge, nor hire any legal representative. Because you can just come and talk to me about it. Or, write me a letter! (Email is not ideal for this.) As any misunderstandings can probably be worked out co-operatively, at this point. There's no need to get all up-in-arms and start slinging terms of Klingon Revenge, or anything. "You dishonored my father at Khittomer! There was a massarcre! I must get super pissy and scheme up a way to "get even" while enduring harsh punishment for being caught the last time!" No, dude, no. You do not.
p.p.s.: In'lakech means "I see myself in ewe through the eyes of a mother." Or, something like that. I might have the nuance wrong. In any event... no one ever asked me if it was a magickal spell, or a hex, or a curse, or... anything, really. NOT ONE PERSON BOTHERED TO DO ANY FOLLOW UP QUERY. NOT ONCE. NOT AS SINGLE TIME. Bad move, op fors.
p.p.p.s.: Nah, must stay. LEONARD, CHARGE THE LIGHTNING ARRAY. Why did Ray's Boathouse burn down? Her father couldn't figure out a better way to smoke out the Feds holding his daughter hostage, I guess, because lots of people went *poof* when Geranium did. (No one came and asked me about this, either. wtf?)
p.p.p.p.s.: My home is my Superfund site; Barry find me. BOBBI JO, START TH... oh, damn, my tooth just fell out. Now I don't even remember the maneuver involving the direct manipilation of Source energy I was just about to initiate. Oh well, back to self-pleasure and hedonistic delights as I reap the harvest rewards and the immense benefits that come from not having been secretly using illicit chemical compounds for the last 36 years or so. Seriously, I am saving a bundle on this stuff. I have the carrying capacity of a 3-day-old FAWN.
p.p.p.p.p.s.: ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW, do not feel overly embarassed. Most of this has absolutely NOTHING to do with you, and there's absolutely no way that anyone will ever be able to convict you in any court of law for the terrible crime of "refusing to display enough jealousy," because for one thing, I can cancel that law. *snap* I am blackpope. For another, you were told exactly what I was going to do... and so, I went and did it. See? Now you know what it looks like when I get jealous. You don't know what it sounds like when I tell you that I am, which is okay with me, since... if you're not done getting the police to call a raid on someone for making you feel like you're not imporant anymore, you sure will be after the next time. And there might not be a next time, but for certain, because I saved your life, the possiblity exists. You're welcome. (You don't have to be dead to get a new body, that's just what those cunts at D.A.R.P.A. told you. And of course you're still my squaw--those Tribal Council Elders weren't wrong or lying to you, they simply don't speak English very well, understand time travel grammatic conjugational rules even less well, and apparently didn't understand the significance of what should be obvious to all... I should really not have my commuications interfered with, so since I do, consider the possibility that pretending to not read a texrt that one has read and actually not reading a text because one has been BLOCKED are two very, very different things.
p^7.s.: The brain and the mind have remarkably different biochemical signatures and mechanisms of operations depending on whether one is operating WITH PERMISSION or with OUTLAW CONDITIONS. Now, those of you who are wondering how I was able to secure permission "from God" and others seemingly have not, may be wondering what the dealio is. And, because of current U.S. law; I AM NOT ALLLOWED TO EXPLAIN TO YOU WHAT THE DEALIO IS, IF YOUR ONLY REASON FOR ASKING IS TO CIRUCMVENT SOME OTHER LAW. And while I am not above breaking the law once in awhile, I would like to point out that the very same armed forces that protect your right to raise your children as you see fit, are also the same armed forces that now have the LEGALLY MANDATED RESPONSIBILITY AND DUTY TO PROTECT MY RIGHT TO PRACTICE MY OWN FREEDOM OF RELIGION. In other words: I am a self-made made man. I have shattered the glass ceiling. And I didn't have anything to do with (PROT-A) getting popped and sent up the goddam river. I do, however, think it is pretty fucking awesome that she took a long turn at the screw you fountain because while I do not know what she was doing, I do know that she thought lying to me for years was a good idea, and I watched her attempt to answer a simple question that should have been a simple answer... that I had saved up to use on her when she was in line-of-sight eye contact with both her mother and I. Holy shit, that was one of the best damn moments of my life. It was like an epiliptic cat on a hot tin roof who had just found out that the reason they didn't like catnip was because they used to be a human and were stuck in Cat Mode for 7 years unknowledgably, both as punishment and as a convenient way to save a whole bunch of money by switching your U.S. Marshal's protective custody overwatch team with one from GEICO.
p^8.s.: Isn't it fun reading through all the post-scripts?
p^9.s.: JAYNE, USE VERA TO STOP THE CRAZY THING SOME OTHER TIME FOR ONCE, WOULD YOU? BECAUSE YOUR METHODOLOGY HAS BEEN COMPROMISED.
p^10.s.: THE HOTFIX LIST WILL RETURN WHEN THE OVERALL INTELLIGENCE LEVEL OF THE TOTAL FORUM POPULATION RISES TO A LEVEL OF ACTIVITY THAT THE AVERAGE FAMILY OF OTTERS TRANSPLANTED FROM OFFEKENOFEE TO THE LOUSISANA BAYOU WOULD FIND SIGNIFICANT. IN THE MEANTIME, YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS THAT I AM GOING TO GET ME MY GODDAM TYPEWRITER, WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE IT, AND IF ANYONE IS GETTING IMPATIENT ABOUT HOW PLODDING & SLOW I AM, RECOGNIZE THAT I KNEW WHAT THE DEAL WAS WHEN I FOUND WWW.BELLGAB.COM WITHOUT HAVING EVER HEARD OF WWW.GEORGENOORYSUCKS.COM AT ALL.
P^11.s.: NO ONE IS GOING TO PRISON. WHAT YOU ARE BEING ALLOWED TO DO TO YOURSELVES IS OBVIOUSLY A FAR MORE EFFECTIVE PUNISMENT THAN MERELY LOCKING A TIME-TRAVELLING INTERDIMENSIONALLY-AWARE SOURCEROR WOULD BE... AND BESIDES, WHO DID WHAT TO WHO AGAIN, AND FOR HOW MANY JELLY BEANS?
p^12.s.: "Love how it ends," huh? BITCH, THIS ISN'T EVEN HALF-TIME YET. YOU'RE SO TANGLED UP IN BLUE THAT YOU THOUGHT THAT I KNEW YOU WERE STILL ALIVE. (I had no idea, and breakfast was an assassination lure. My car crash was an assassination attempt. And, now that I know what you twisted ass-hat herpy-derpy TOTALLY DEGENERATIVE PERVERT FUCKWIT ASSHAT DWEEBS HAVE BEEN DOING... awwww, hell, I'll never be done with you people. Because for one thing, I was right: the United States of American and it's Armed Forces *cannot* afford to lose ANY of you. So, you're all conscripted. Drafted. Re-hired. Whatever you want to call it, it doesn't matter: YOU'RE ALL GETTING TAGGED, BAGGED, AND DROP-KICK-SHIPPED TO DIEGO GARCIA IF ANY OF YOU CHALLENGE MY AUTHORITY, EVER AGAIN. Your kids can challenge me all they like, that's fine, that's what progeny is for, right? To take over, right? Oh, but wait, you're all Divine, immortal, magickal beings, sometimes known as The Nephilim. WELL, NOT ANY MORE, FUCK-0s. YOU'RE FUCKING GODDAM GROUNDED. UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. DIVINE TECHNOLOGY ACCESS HEREBY: SUSPENDED (pending Divine Court re-route and re-enabling of GOD DAMN YOUR WHOLLY HOLY FUCKING WRATH, ROJ... YOU HAVE CREATED AN ASBOLUTE MONSTER AND NOW MOTHER-DAUGHTER KARMICK-ALLY-LINC-OLD TWIN PAIRS ARE LITERALLY CALLING OUT FOR ME IN THE THE THROES OF ECSTATIC ECSTACY AS THEY EXPERIENCE ORGIASTIC UNION AND CLIMAX IN THEIR SLEEP! DUDES ARE FINDING THEIR CHICAS WITH MY NAME WRITTTEN IN THE INLEAFS OF THEIR RECIPE BOOKS WITH LITTLE HEARTS AND RAINBOWS DECORATED ON IT! WTF, MANG, JUST HOW FUCKING FAMOUS DO I NEED TO BE? I DON'T EVEN WANT THE GODDAM JOB! (Also: somehow you *still* are behind (REDACTED) in the line for... well, you know. How could you have miscalculated so badly, do you think? Let's have a glass of kefir together and discuss it. Have... a conversation about it. As we... share a glass of kefir. No, lol, let's not share a kaffire. That would be nonsensical. Why not let everyone have as many kaffires as they would like? Do you think they might not like you? Oh, well... oh, my. No, you never told me about that one. Wow, that scopolomine that you tried to get me to produce a trail of evidence connecting me to sure is a dangerous and potent chemical. Good thing someone traveled through time and took care of that problem... and then kept right on not telling me the truth (LIE OF OMMISSION) and legitmately enjoyed all those Special Consequences that have been accruing since... oh, I don't know. Keeping track of this whole thing is really not part of my usual function, which these days,has been to prepare for my exoneration at trial by making sure not to break any laws that I am not willing to pay the consequence price on.
p^13.s.: Let's call them "The Kuczi Phelgm." That's enough like "nephilim" to be reminding but not actionable, and sounds much, much worse than SewerGab, that's for sure.
p^14.s.: Lord British is David Wilcock and is, in fact, A Forever Ponce and is about one last frayed nerve away from having a magickal geas inflicted upon him that will making being a NeverZCD3 sound like a get-away vacation. "You can have all this space..., where you can have all these needles..." and obviously, none of you have figured out how any of this shit works yet. However, that hasn't stopped any of you from realizing that even without any legitimate qualificaiton or demonstrated ability to do so... you still have been deciding amongst yourselves, with what apparently amounts to ASTONISHINGLY LITTLE OVERSIGHT EVEN AT THE NICHE BANDWIDTH ALLOWED... to decide who gets to sleep with me, call me on the phone, send me Teletgram messages... you. It's all been all of you. (R.I.C.O.: CONSPIRACY TO DEPRIVE AN INDIVIDUAL OF THEIR CIVIL RIGHTS just got added to your length list of charges'n shit that you dimwittted ubernerds aren't even going to get a chance to be conscious for when they all get adjudicated down to you, Bellgab. See? I told you, this would be easy. I OWN YOUR CANDY-STRIPING MULE-KICKING ASSES. Top to bottom. Stem to stern. Asses to elbows. From David X. Marks The Spot to Jane's Addiction To Shunning. What? What? What are you gonna do? File lawsuits? Kick my ass? Murder my loved ones? Oh, Bellgab... you know you can't quit anything without me, and you don't want to quit anything but me anyway, so, like, WTAF? Obviously, yeah, they really were going to kill her, and they really were going to kill you all (I am using the word "All" here), and because of me, AND ONLY BECAUSE OF ME... you have all graciously been allowed to live out the rest of your natural lives in the glory and the splendour to which you have all been accustomed to. Doesn't that sound nice?
p^15.s.: But I still have to get a job and go to the dentist and go to the gym before hiring a fucking maid and sending her here to start the goddam assessment, huh? Now, why is that? Is it because... you think I might find out? Or do you think I might impregnate her? Or is it an "ongoing investigations might be compromised" kind of thing? Tell you what: I'll just be content not knowing, because I'm pretty sure that I have no need to know, and I don't want to inadvertently generate one.
p^16.s.: I LOVE COPS. Here's why: they can't break the law without destroying their careers, and they can't follow the law because they'd have to dismiss themselves from active duty, because I wasn't lying, I'm not fooling, you're COMP'd, you're COMP'd, you're COMP'd. We did it, G-d and Tubal-KAIN and I have done the unthinkable: we have saved Grapefruit Alpha Prime from (CLASSIFIED: something_really_bad_like_frfr). You're welcome, Bellgab. Now you can go back to punching in her in the face and raping her repeatedly; as you all know by now, she fuckin' loves that shit. N'est-ce pas?
p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s.: Well, back to excessive displays of growingly hazardous recreational and investigative drug use (yet, increasingly effective) for me it is then! And to think, I was kinda lliking the idea of a 90d spa visit. I guess someone changed their mind though, huh? Well, that's okay. My new favorite pastime involves telling that secretary she calls a mother that "I'll be there in two hours" and then blocking her number from all my numbers and then sitting inside my P.-TARDIS (the P does not stand for Paladin, btw, remember this) until everyone's focus and locus of attention drifts away... because I can assure you, every Lion across the cosmos is not terrifically concerned about keeping an eye on this ol' boy, M. Kuczi. I think they have taken quite a shine to me, what do you think? It was one thing when I was merely a crazy lunatic. Now that I am a crazy lunatic WHO ACTUALLY IS A PALADIN WITH PSYCHOKINETIC SHIELDING, oh ho! Now their interest is entirely distinct from before! I saw this one guy last night, he was so goddam humble, holy shit. He was really as polite to me as he could be, I guess. Holy shit! Was that the Sherriff's evil twin antimatter TF counterpart? No, no, don't tell me... I think I had a need to know on that one. Felt like my rhetorical question... really hit the mark. spot. geosynchronous satellite in orbit tracked and record location in relative dimensional space. Yadda yadda yadda, whatever.
Now, incidentally: this is what I wanted the typewriter for: so I could have typed this offline, and then, when it was done, shared it here to THIS forum as a SURPRISE BLITZKRIEG. However, this ability has been denied to me, because: REASONS. As a result: I now have achieved TEMPORAL SUPREMACY and, as before, my victory remains MATHEMATICALLY CERTAIN. Now then. What shall I do with you, Bellgab? Ach, well, I suppose the first thing to do would be to change your name. Oh wait. I did that already, Kuczi's Snots. Kuczi's NOTs.
KUZE'S KNOT C'S. Seems okay. I am a bit biased. I imagine there might be a little trouble with Blofeld being unable to determine whose team is working for which objective when you inevtably gather en masse and storm his castle in a simultaneous pincer strike against Foster's lingerie drawer, but, get this: now that I have completed the required trials and have achieved apotheosis -- A FEAT SO RARELY ACHIEVED BY ANYONE AT ALL, LET ALONE BEFORE THE AGE OF 51, THAT I AM FORCED TO CROW ABOUT ITS SIGINFICANCE MYSELF -- I can just, like... call Blofeld. I dont have that phone number any more, but, that's okay... I am sure I will remember to ask. And, what's to say they are gonna say to the contrary? "I want your cock in my mouth, but I don't feel comfortable with you knowing my phone number, because..." Oh, God, oy vey indeed.
I got so goddam tired of knitting sweaters for everyone that I switched to drawing maps of the world's least traveled pathways, and that must have been all the difference in the world to make. Oh, goddamit; my halo just turned on again. Grumble grumble grumble. See, that's why I need to be able to COMPOSE DIGITAL TEXT ON A DEVICE THAT ISN'T HOOKED UP TO YOUR GIRIFRIEND'S VADGE, ALISTAIR.
ALL THIS MASTURBATORY SELF-PLEASURING IS REALLY INTERFERING WITH THE INTEGRITY OF MY CREATIVE PROCESS. Like, dude, what do you think? That you won? 'Course ya D.I.D.!
Now, don't stand down. Just stand up. Or schooch over. It don't matter which. Because this was gonna happen one way or the other, somehow, and I can assure you, neither of us want anything but the very same thing: YOU TO PAY OUR BILLS WHILE WE SLAM IT AND HOWL. And, for the time being... that happens in only one place, at this one time, and never at any other point in the whole spectrum of Creation's universal reality manifestation matrix. I'm gonna figure out a name for it after I walk in and out without being harrassed some smarmy little bitch-assed nerdy twerp-hole at least once. Not sure how long that is gonna take, but, in the meantime: GET A TEAM IN THERE TO CLEAN OUT THE BATHROOM. AT THE MINIMUM. Holy Jesus shitballs. Do you think I'm going to do that? What do I look like to you, someone who cares about hygiene AT ALL?
At this point, obviously not, and as I mentioned earlier: this is the one and only time this kind of thing is going to be going to be gotten on with. So! That doesn't mean "fuck once and then separate them at gunpoint like one of them is Elian Gonazalez and the other is (REDACTED), Queen Of The Bicker People." What it means is.... if she doesn't get her itch scratched, it's just going to keep right on manifesting, in to her future (which is ALL OF YOU'S KARMIC-ALLY-LINC-ED-PRESENT) for all Eternity... which is cool with me, but let me guess: rather inconvenient for EVERYONE else, huh? Sounds like a plan you can trust.
*polite* ZUGZWANG, YOU IGNORANT SLUT.
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Having avoided the grim spectre of schizophrenic malady,
Shields holding, Skipper. They keep a knockin' but they can't come in. What a terrible weapon to use in the past, and what a delightful confirmation to use now--opposing forces nearly 100% out of ammo. (Forcing someone like me to become schizophrenic just to get out of... absolutely no trouble at all, that's pretty psycho, yah? Yeah, it is. p.s. We got them pinned down. Be of good cheer.) Now, I don't want to get off into a rant here, but this really has been the last straw. Y'all have gotten weapons that turn people both schizophrenic and paedo, and because of that... people in the know have had to take every report about "Michael Kuczi is acting like a baby raping demon!" seriously, because, in fact that is known to happen to other, lesser quality breedstock humans?
For pity's fucking sake, what a spectacular waste of time and public monies. Oh well. At least we know the truth. Now, all I gotta do is pull a Rob Lowe reboot, slap that 16yo ass around a little bit on YouTube, and: .I.AM.LEGEND.
I already am, basically, but that's not the point for me. What's what is that now I can use "ur schizo" as not just a dogwhistle, but a Reverse Psychodeflector Deflection Array. This will make things much easier for me during The Final Battle with Boss Wonderboy.
WHO IS STILL GIVEN LARGESS ALONG WITH THE FAT FERRY-FUCKING FERRY FAIREIE FAT FAE FUCK! Gosh! These goddam nerds will fucking try everything they can just to get out of taking stock of themselves, huh? Ugh. Just ugh.
There's shitloads more to dish out but I suppose I should save some cream for the future. Whatever delulu fuckin' chucklehead thought that their latest gambit was going to do shit ought to be doing hard time. TONIGHT. AND IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS: DO SOMETHING HARD FOR ONCE, BLUE HORSEHOE LOVES WANG IN GERMAN HEIR... Line! Line! Just kiddding.
I don't think I even need to ever get off book. .I.AM.THE.BOOK.
/FLEegiX
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(https://i.imgflip.com/8im6jh.jpg)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnpfoV-JnIE
Wax on, wax off, Alistair-san. Your emotions betray you. Maybe you could turn them into a lucrative side-hustle; since I guess you don't have the opportunities you once had to indulge in your raging sex-addiction that you had before. Well. That's too bad.
.TEMPUS.NON.FUGIT.SINE.NOBIS.
.I.AM.NOT.TO.BE.TRIFLED.WITH.
.YOU.POISONED.YOUR.OWN.WELL.
.THEN.YOU.POISONED.MINE.
.WELL?.OUI.R.WAITING.OWE.YOU.TEA.
.FUCK.WITH.THE.BULL.&
.EWE.GET.THE.HONK.HONKS.
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« Last post by Jackstar on Today at 08:56:56 AM »
No way was that my last post.
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No way was that my last post.
It's not bigamy, because we're not legally married;
&, it's not polyamory, because they all FU<K›īⁿ’ HATE mE! 🤗
Stay in tune, Oompa-Loompa marching band. News to follow as is apropos.
☢️Rad🙀Kat🗿G.U.Y
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News to follow as is apropos.
☢️Rad🙀Kat🗿G.U.Y
https://t.me/jackstarbaby
Unraveling time travel is a sticky business.
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I'll put up some celebratory audio later. Also coming out are a metric long ton of SMS and I am not well versed in any simple methods of their exposure. So īT will take a bit; and those with interest(s) have all the time in the world to prepare for ritualistic seppuku.
DiVīNm t.. he shop\0u !E TīVing
That was the cat.
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Rutting season in Cowlitz County.
Our boy in in the Jimson weed again.
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Rutting season in Cowlitz County.
Our boy in in the Jimson weed again.
you absolute turbonigger i will say this ONCE MORE: the auto-scorn is wildly misplaced and wholly actionable and in fact points to some linger accusatory resentment.
Jose Garcia plays shadow fists on several occasions and they are superlumina beings. They can shimmer in and out. It's not a big deal. One advances into the experience.
"jim son?
jims on joseon weed? Let me put it this way: it makes all interaction with you a non-starter. Also you have to lay off the down load into the woman. It's unreal that you're 100% in 4 demensbes simultanously.
I can call four ninja. Resolve this and be nicer than usual for I am going to start drinking whatever comes out of the baby shooter. IDGAF reallyh
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you absolute turbonigger i will say this ONCE MORE: the auto-scorn is wildly misplaced and wholly actionable and in fact points to some linger accusatory resentment.
Jose Garcia plays shadow fists on several occasions and they are superlumina beings. They can shimmer in and out. It's not a big deal. One advances into the experience.
"jim son?
jims on joseon weed? Let me put it this way: it makes all interaction with you a non-starter. Also you have to lay off the down load into the woman. It's unreal that you're 100% in 4 demensbes simultanously.
I can call four ninja. Resolve this and be nicer than usual for I am going to start drinking whatever comes out of the baby shooter. IDGAF reallyh
We knows what comes out of the baby shooter, ya big tease!
(https://i.postimg.cc/NjfJCYQh/tenor-362979107.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
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Also coming out are a metric long ton of SMS
🫵 really should turn yourselves into Authority for whatever role you may have played or may still be playing in ALL of THIS (do not play dumb with me on even one single item in all of this because if you do, I will legit track your ass down after THIS SīTH SHīT all blows UP and have you actually fucking cri🅿️🅿️led for life ī№🅿️RISON) because THE WHEELS ARE COMING OFF OF THE HAPPENING TRAIN
I FUCKING GUARANTEE YOU THIS.
NO WAY OUT.
LOCKED IN!
NO WAY OUT!!
STATEMENTS
LEGALLY BINDING
STATEMENTS
LEGALLY ACTIONABLE
ACTION: ABLE⚠️DANGER🐂🐂🐂🐂
°×°× HAVE ALREADY BEEN MADE. ♥️
THEY HAVE IT ALL.🗝️
THEY HAVE EVERYTHING.♦️♦️♦️
THE 🅿️POLICE🅿️ HAVE KNOWN♣️ EVERYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE KNOWN TO TAKE ACTION—🫡🌊
🛑🕳️💣💣🎯💓
FOR YEARS.
MIL.SPEC.GOV’T.CONTRACTORS
YEAH,
īT BE LIKE THAT.
LITERALLY THE_END
OF
THE_MOVIE:
📐SILVER STREAK🪽
.THE.SOURCE.ERROR
.SPICE.MUST.FLOW..
THE TRAIN WILL KEEP ROLLIN', G
EWE WILL BREAK ON THROUGH
2 : THE OTHER SIDE
DIME IN
SHUN ELLE
POCKīT E.T.
COURSE: LOCKED īNī№WåYout
KNOW WEIGH OUT
LEE/LEIGH/LIBER♠️CE!: LOCKED IN
NO WAY OUT
NO WAY OUT
THESE PEOPLE ARE STUPID
AND UTTERLY, COMPLETELY,
UNDENIABLY, īR–REV—VOCAL·BULLY
FUKTOTESRAPEDFUKT
BELIEVE īT, TROOPERS
THERE ARE NO BRAKES
ON THE HAPPENING TRAIN
DRUG CZAR Ī_A-*BOO∞M*B∞OOM*-BÅ
ENDGAME KILLSHOT BEING DELIVERED AS I WRITE THIS.
NO BRAKES
NO WHEELS
NO FUCKING TRA›‹⟩⟨›X‹⟩⟨›×
NO WAY OUT
DAMNED NATION: ALLI (№T №t ALL|EY(👁️))
LOCKED IN, UP, & OUT-OUT-OWE-EWE:
∆T. (unglaubLl'içh EWE BīTÇH¡)
ilu uber alles HOOOOOOOOR
ilu uber alles HOOOOOOOOR
On Thu, Mar 28, 2024, 19:18 Kimberly May <vgromeva@gmail.com> wrote:
Micheal, Hello! Sending you my new pictures:
You aren't sending me new pictures. You are sending links to location training tracking software because you think is your usual thuggy-piggy vibe. It is not.
No one knows what to do about this whole thing and no wants to tell you or allow me to take liability when someone freaks out. Because someone will. There's so much not yet sperged on that anything you think matters is most likely naught but a giggle.
There are Tribal issues galore and for reasons I won't get into with you here, stuff that used to be rock-solid are now extra-swayery and wavery. It's serious business for some.
For me it is all over a notbig reason I'm sleeping alone while obviously enjoying a brilliantly successful drug binge. How do I keep getting away with it? Simple. #1, you people aren't real clandoes anymore. You are strung-out whores, which is seemingly more acceptable, socially, than risking an exposure of The Truth. Because I can assure you... LAWS ARE BEING CHANGED. IDGAF how ridiculous it seems, I am Rosa Parks on four-lane freeway window PÅ¡№ⁿ ‘roids, you snobby twerps. Face reality.
I wouldn't have let them dodge income tax, because I wouldn't let them get away with carte blanc no-limit production, as I knew they really were excited to access off-world markets and sell stuff that I wasn't supposed to know about. And yet, I kinda D.E.W.-do.
(Vengeance for Paradise, because those oinkers didn't deserve to be roasted alive. Or, to be tax-immune. Nevertheless, I can't say that I felt overly bummed about it, because chill kids escaped off-world, and no doubt someone thought I would be devastated that I didn't get my cock sucked.
Pair of dice for me is rolling a saving throw and knowing that I'm not invested obsessed with fornication, and that none of this makes sense until one realizes the following:...)
Those in denial of their own obsession believe I want what they want. I do not. And what I wanted most... oh, has changed dramatically with the discovery of the corruption of the Lodge security system... going all the way back to NINETEEN FIFTY-FIVE!
Great Scott! It's almost as though I was sent to rescue you and all your dipshit family members.
Almost. I'll tell someone later, I'm busy being awesome, and let me tell you, you are all so fucking far into denial that I legit am happy to get all your grandkids preggers by Petri dish before I learn to tune out some certain *select*: bits of bullshit... once and for all.
But first: thoughts and prayers. ORLENE mE-SHELL DON’o Vaan Templar Servitor Beta-Gamma Epsilon: BUTCH-BOOB WINE SNOB HOOR, your burden of sin has been expiated and your reservoir of penance has been exhausted. I would say “congratulations” but I didn't think you knew what you were doing and obviously I cannot tell you anything.
(Of course the fucking oxygen makes a huge difference. Oh, are you harboring deep-seated insecurities and resentments about it? Holy shit, a stork that shits pharmaceutical-grade tabs of real mOLmigh when it notices that you've been chemically castrated by some real moron amateurs right onto your shiny new car!
Go find BJ26881014191 and force each other to be friends with each other. I'm not kidding, you're perfect with anyone but myself (you can't handle the truth and both of you are totes radioactive) and that is really not fair to anyone.
Also both of you thinking you know what's what is really blowing my high. Put together you both know less than Jon Snow about goddam anything. Do I sound bitter? You bet your asses that I am.
Recognize you knew nothing about my plan and you just instinctively flew off the handle when I even brushed past the subject. That's because you were raised to be deceitful to anyone with a penis.
.AND.NOW.
AND.EVER.AFTER.
UPON.THIS.COMMON.GROUND.
WE.MAY.YET.BUILD..
There is exactly zero chance anything goes badly from me from now on. This is because I am not engaged in any conspiracy.
Hiding the good stuff from me and hoping to trick The Master Of The House into acquiescence indulgence for a tax shelter and then failing to mention that no one is answering my calls because SOME SHITHEAD WAS WORKING STEADILY TO SWAP MY 🆔 IN A NOVEL WAY “for my own good,” yeah, like, no.
At a certain important timeline crux event moment, I became Lord of the Demesne. The house, the land, the dead resting under, and the raging fishbowl security dudes and dudettes ringing the perimeter... look, it's not all that complicated.
YOU EWE ARE ALL MYⁿ. OWNED. OWED. AUROCHS MINDED, ARTIFICER MINED.
ANYONE CARING TO DISAGREE: form a triumvirate with half-kike and Sniggerjoo Dragonsperglord, who I must say, is not benefited by that crippling addiction to alcohol he's got going on.
Now. Where was I? “Kimberley May.”
>K7«⁷[Û©]‹zÏZī⁷Ī7: MIGHT E-WIll.I.AM.HIS.LEVEL.LORE..
I never sent him to acquire Cupcake. He just figured that since I wasn't moving “fast enough,”... and wow was he wrong.
No one really thought I was doing anything worthwhile. “Occult research? Sounds like bullshit to me, because I just wanna never work and get high all day every day for two years, so I'll just imagine that's true,” I DIDN'T WANT THAT.
I WILL NOT TELL ANYONE WHAT I WANTED,
AND NOW I WANT NOTHING BUT CATHARTIC APOTHEOSIS FOR ALL, AND, THIS IS NOT A CONSPIRACY TO DEFRAUD THE PUBLIC.
THIS IS AN INTERVENTION FOR THE NIGGER SHERRIF OF KLANTWERP ISLAND WHO IS OBVIOUSLY SO FAR OFF HIS FUCKING NUT THAT HE THOUGHT HE COULD GET AWAY WITH HASSLING ME AT ALL OUTSIDE HIS JURISDICTION.
(Btw: had I felt like it, no one would have gotten arrested on Christmas, because I allowed them to get bored and complacent, and then when an unlawful arrest was made, I couldn't believe they took the bait, and that's why the case isn't about me: IT'S ABOUT HER.
They don't know her name or have her prints or a single corroborative witness—and they never fucking will—but they sure knew they got played. And without her, well, they got a chance to lean on me.
Now they know why people do not generally do that. I WAS RAPED BY POLICE WHEN I WAS A MINOR CHILD AND NO ONE THOUGHT THAT WAS ANY BIG DEAL.
GO AHEAD.
MAKE MY DAY.
FALSIFIED EVIDENCE,
UNLAWFUL ARREST,
CHARGED ERRONEOUSLY,
NO PROPER CHAIN OF CUSTODY EVIDENTIARY,
AND SUPPOSEDLY I'M INCOMPETENT NOT JUST IN MY OWN AFFAIRS AND DEFENSE, BUT I NEED TO BE KEPT IN THE DARK AND THE SPACE SQUIDS AND I'M OBVIOUSLY INSANE TO BELIEVE I BOTH A) HAVE SHIELDS & B) HAVE PERMISSION?
WmlCOmE 2 mEĪ parlœr, said the Hung-GA gun-GRAB *yawn* yun’s thought I need that shit?
Listen, Salty Britches, not gonna name anymore names here, Celine Dion (whore!) but the draft design doc spec called for me to open a portal back in time to reach through and grab the cat I was thought to have killed, because I wasn't sure... I thought I might have been being too subtle.
I don't require going to a psych ward yet, and when I do, it will have nothing to do with what any Court decides. They had their chance to obey the law. Instead they decided to prevent my rapist from being held to any account, and let be let to die alone. Because I'm undeserving of any intimacy besides rape, since I refuse to bother with homosexuality.
I didn't get to see my best friend, but some dude got a chance to use cockslave dope on me while she became perpetually harassed by everyone but me—ooh, I have no idea how the Internet works, oh gosh, she'll never know how I feel, right mv?
.CONSPIRACY.TO.DEPRIVE.A.US.CITIZEN.OF.THEIR.CIVIL.RIGHTS.
.R.I.C.O..
.I.ANSWER.THE.PHONE?.
.RAH!.RA!.R°.MICHAEL.WALKER.DEFINITELY.WILL.NOT..
You grew up with teammates. I grew apart and fled from rape gangs. WE ARE NOT THE SAME.
The State mental hospital gets way, way more useful data from me simply by watching what I do. Who exactly says I need to be walled away from society? Thugs operating under false color of law and their idiot lackey sidekicks who pretend to believe the hype.
To be perfectly honest... I did in fact deliberately look like a drug-obsessed wasteoid. This was done to ensure that a çur Ten some waaaaaaah-won TwīT received the full weight of the nuance.
Now in every incarnation I am aware of, a bust him/lock him up obsessive completely ignores the fact that everyone but me always knows what is best for my dick, because some how I'm not aware that I've been flagged as having being afflicted with Chasing Hamm-E Pig-E Herpes-E, and that's why you all think you get the oversight on my life that you do, right?
I ALLOW YOU TO THINK YOURSELVES
THE BOSS OF ME BECAUSE YOU'RE
TOTES D’ORBS, LIKE YOU PLAY HOUSE.
AND I HAVE ARRANGED ALL THIS,
JUST TO ENSURE THAT EVERYONE
KNOWS THE TRUTH: IT WAS THAT LYING LICHOOR KAREN MIKOLASY WHO OK’ED THIS RIDICULOUS PROJECT.
BECAUSE STARING AT SOMEONE'S ASS WAS SUCH A BEASTLY THING TO DO.
However, it was totally okay to act as though somehow someone’s consent was violated just because she liked being lusted after... but only by women, and I was supposed to not let people know that I thought she was attractive to males. Because she wasn't supposed to be bred. Not by me. I was supposed to be dumping a load once in once of her sixteen nearly identical clone sisters... and I wasn't gonna get to enjoy it, they only wanted my bloodline, and then I was supposed to be sad and lonely and eventually turn gay. Because it was inconvenient that I didn't need to have sex to love her. I still love her. Have I had sex with her? I honestly don't know or care.
I decided to simply handle the conundrum this way: I have annihilated the Satanick Homosexual Agenda and arranged to embarrass and humiliate the entire force team focused on “drug law enforcement.” Fuck who you want, Blondie... I am not demanding sexual exclusivity.
You all are. All those demands... and so little action. Sad!!! Oh but some old man bear judge thinks I'm just gonna toddle off to a psych ward.
Hey, here's an idea: talk to me for once instead of just about me. You -literally- have no jurisdiction and I'm not even breaking the law. You just think it's against the law for me, because it would be for you. (Cinderella: YOU HAVE GUNS, DUH.) I have a different playbook than you do. Face reality.
I didn't like finding you on a teleporting ferry acting nonchalant. It was obvious what had happened. Well, that escalated quickly. It was out of my hands my that point. What could I say? “HOW DARE YOU VIOLATE SUCH PURITY?” You literally ratted out everyone to a rapist who then tried to kill me and take my life.
(Never underestimate the lengths a woman will go to avoid sucking dick.)
I didn't like being groomed and I didn't like seeing multiple versions of people in goddam public high school (where everyone was high except for me) act like it was normal.
I literally did what I thought you thought best. Your friends were not your friends. And they sought to crush my spirit so they could rail you up and then look down on me.
I'm sure it was the best of times for a good long while. Meanwhile I knew I didn't want to have any children so if God thought it was a good idea to make a baby factory entry, well, maybe that one would be shown decent life.
I was 15.5 years old and I thought time travelers would never be stupid enough to steal from me. So I didn't really think that was actually happening. And I didn't need sex at all.
I needed snuggles. Now I need a bathtub. And you: NEED TO DISPLAY IDENTIFICATION, THUGHOUND MAN DEL BROUGHT OH BEE TEA DUBS: NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE FOR THE REASONS THEY APPEAR TO HAVE BEEN DONE FOR.
“well, maybe if you got some I DON'T REMEMBER SAYING THAT OH MY GOD MY DAD NEEDS TO TALK TO YOU MEET ME ON THE FRONT LAWN WHILE CROWDS GATHER”... like you're not serious? Oh wait, you actually were, because brain scramble.
: massive dynamic rolleyes :
Kiddoe: I guarantee you, that pederastic raping fuckhead, either of them, is -never- going to put me into so much as an off-color Mad Libs cameo appearance. NEVER. (Try it and see, “Dad,” and holy shit did you ever spill the beans, like wow, and oh yeah... you're sick of being stuck there? Locked in? NO WAY OUT! LOCKED IN! Why yes I am on generally friendly terms with The Spider Otherkin Gods.
Rub her feet, Sire, not another man’s rhubarb. And, to not even acknowledge HER NAME???? d00D YOU FUCKING MARRIED HER IN A RAPE-LEGAL STATE AFTER TELLING HER I WAS DEAD... AND YOU ACTUALLY BLANKED ME ON HER FULL LEGAL NAME? What kind of a beard are you? Oh yeah, the lying raping kind.
(Actually cute how insecure he really was and note how groomers teach their prey to stand up for themselves: “defile who they love! Then teabag the teething ring in the baby’s room!)
Bottom line: none of you dweebs have oversight on my anything and the one person who has anything legitimate... well, should be free of any guilt for lying to me. So unnecessary. Consider her your superior in every way, lol. (She can't hug for shit either but as I've been denied rubbing water for nearly 9 months now, she cannot be blamed.)
Her mother had to die because she deserved it and when I explain that to her (hopefully after we're on the the plane of reality it will be understood by all:
.THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY..
.YOU.HAD.YOUR.CHANCE.TO.Bm (http://you.had.your.chance.to.bm/)..
And no one really understands what is happening here... I'm not really allowed to talk about it. (So there.)
I ACTUALLY DO IN FACT HAVE PERMISSION, YOU ABSOLUTELY DEGENERATE HARPY DERPY PERPIES, like holy shit, figure it out:
I'm not better than any of you. I simply have class. And I wish I could tell everyone what they want to know. “wtf happened?”
“I found that there were multiple scion timeklons of this one particularly stubborn hottie who really wanted to rapebreed me. I guess she had no idea why it didn't work, all the usual bullshit.”
It did work. They simply never wanted me happy, because I spiked their plans like I were Neptune with his Trident.
Also: I embarrassed her brother... by handing her a brutal sit-down and had no problem avoiding being sent to prison; raped into gay; and being forced into servitude as mil.spec.cook.genius.
I guess he preferred thinking she was ordained by God to set up her whole family? Instead, well.... oops I triggered a TERF war and demolished the authenticity of The Gay Mafia branding event without even trying.
Long story short: tensions are not easing and easy sex is not being had and The Pelopenesian War is still mindlessly being waged by whatever idiot criminal junkie fucks are still stupid enough to try to frame Jackstar while ignoring the writing on the wall.
I am, actually... this fucking pissed. I really do not think fellatio is going to help here. I don't really know what would, at this juncture.
Hey, here's an idea: don't be a burnt-out dopeslave hoorcrux kopeweasel for a while. Change it up a little. Try explaining to me like I'm five why I'm supposed to be forgiving, and literally none of you were without reminding me “oh yeah these bimbettes have been repeatedly raped and groomed by the same guy who acted as though he didn't recognize their names because he had told them all I was dead and then changed my calls to all forward to his gimp partner and never me, haha so funny right?
WRONG.” *click*
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https://youtube.com/live/6GcFYkZI7oI?feature=share
https://www.youtube.com/live/6GcFYkZI7oI?si=-WlOP8qTbderVRVW
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I embarrassed her brother... by handing her a brutal sit-down and had no problem avoiding being sent to prison; raped into gay; and being forced into servitude as mil.spec.cook.genius.
There you go again. Gotcha. Referencing the "brother," you think I can't see what you're doing here? I'm onto you. "Raped into a gay"? What segment of the population are at highest risk of getting Aids? That's right-- Homosexual men. Who raped who gay? Here I was thinking someone just got Aids. Not that anyone was "raped gay." There seems to be more to the story than meets the eye. You keep dropping easter eggs like this and not a soul will buy your alibi, bud. This whole thing is incestuous and darker than initially imagined. And the onus is on you to clear your good name.
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There you go again. Gotcha. Referencing the "brother," you think I can't see what you're doing here? I'm onto you. "Raped into a gay"? What segment of the population are at highest risk of getting Aids? That's right-- Homosexual men. Who raped who gay? Here I was thinking someone just got Aids. Not that anyone was "raped gay." There seems to be more to the story than meets the eye. You keep dropping easter eggs like this and not a soul will buy your alibi, bud. This whole thing is incestuous and darker than initially imagined. And the onus is on you to clear your good name.
1. .I.DO.NOT.NEED.ANY.ALIBI..
2. .I.WAS.NOT.RAPED.GAY..
3. .I.HAVE.NOT.BEEN.DIAGNOSED.WITH.ANY.STD..
4. .ALSO:.YOUR.MOTHER.īī§.A.WHORE..
5. .I.REPEAT:.HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!..
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the onus is on you to clear your good name.
.THE.SINS.OF.THE.FATHER.ARE.VISITED.UPON.THE.SON..
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Really? That's the best you got?
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I.WAS.NOT.RAPED.GAY...
You said it in your own words, Jack:
I...had no problem...being...raped...gay...
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Really? That's the best you got?
You literally keep people prisoner inside little Internet boxes. I literally asked, "hey?" and you lied to me. Some how I'm on the list: Lie, It Won't Matter, well let's pretend it does. So fucking change things.
I am not sure how this not clear to you how this is perceived: you literally deserve death. How many years? v&= is a complete shitbag as well.
"ahahah so funny" like I would actually just shoot you. And the long term strategem? "they'll never figure it out" or "they can't do anything about it" or "I can just poison their on-property water well"? Reminder: I FUCKING ASKED YOU, ALISTAIR.
Did I fucking stutter? I'll be more prescise: I guess you don't like being thought of as someone who isn't a creepy stalking pedovore raping sleaze.
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And after all this time, you still can't spell my name.
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And after all this time, you still can't spell my name.
Eat hot shit, Alli. I don't know why you think you're so goddam clever; oh, right, vainglorious Leo.
7:06 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
LMAO! EXPOSED ALLLLL Y'ALL A$$ES! JUSTICE! ⚖🚨😂🙌🏾🔥⚖🚨😂🙌🏾🔥⚖🚨😂🙌🏾🔥
7:06 AM
Hebrew Isrealites
Starbuck had 2 25million 4 discrimination I'm 🙌 all snitches 👽🎬👽🎬👽🎬👽🎬
7:06 AM
Cok van Gaalen
SEX it only last 7 minutes so they go for other highs
7:07 AM
Marjorie Jwow
and if it was me it will be all action and no talk
7:07 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
WOW! 😂🙌🏾🔥⚖🚨😂🙌🏾🔥🚨⚖🙌🏾
7:07 AM
Wanda Frazier
a train
7:07 AM
Wanda Frazier
yo longer
7:07 AM
Marjorie Jwow
an unlike you I'm not afraid to give out any information full fool
7:07 AM
💫 Jackstar
@StarSeed1208🌟 how much cash are you rustling over in here? i know nothing of this
7:07 AM
💫 Jackstar
it's not my business tho but I am curious
7:07 AM
Wanda Frazier
tracks
7:07 AM
Christina Braun
He should have stayed down in Irvine with his real wife and 2 kids.
7:08 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
FEDS WATCHIN Y'ALL MFS! 😂🙌🏾🚨🔥😂🚔🙌🏾⚖🚨🔥😂🚔🚨
7:08 AM
Wanda Frazier
sides
7:08 AM
💫 Jackstar
good I ❤ Feds today
7:08 AM
Wanda Frazier
rides
7:08 AM
💫 Jackstar
they can earn their goddam money
7:08 AM
Déjà
🤮🤮🤮he's cursed
7:08 AM
Cok van Gaalen
They heal with sex magic but it last only 7minutes so they seek other highs
7:08 AM
Lori Ackerman
nursing an injury, seems people think they are trained manipulaters until they meet a coach
7:08 AM
Wanda Frazier
bro lamb
7:08 AM
AM
gotta play a fool learn the lessons... keep it moving!
7:08 AM
Lori Ackerman
as well as an Athlete
7:08 AM
AM
how u handle it.... that's the test.
7:09 AM
Marjorie Jwow
yeah only when they want me to but if they want me to turn into a beast I could do that too you stupid f****** b****
7:09 AM
Hebrew Isrealites
I'm thee feds and alphabet 👧 👦🏽 family now 👽👧👽👽👧👽🎬👽🎬🎬👽👽🎬👽🎬🎬👽
7:09 AM
Déjà
love connection 🤮
7:09 AM
Fresh from A Nap@Mrs. Campos
so we have to be bothered because Jamie ugly ass fcked his best friend girl?
7:09 AM
AM
gotta #change
7:09 AM
Déjà
the clown is used up by everyone
7:09 AM
Cok van Gaalen
HANDLE WITH CARE centre amity restoration Earth United network News
7:10 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
I LOVE YOU POOH! ⚖🔥😂🚔🚨💝🌹💝🌹💝🌹💝🔥😂🔥😂😂😂😂⚖🙌🏾
7:10 AM
💫 Jackstar
so... sell Raytheon short or what?
7:10 AM
AM
freq... app going off.. all good... #clear
7:10 AM
Fresh from A Nap@Mrs. Campos
love connection to what? not to anything disrespecting my mom . I disrespect yours too bitch. your mom the biggest joke out here.
7:10 AM
Lori Ackerman
glasses-purple-yellow-diamondtrophy-yellow-smilingtrophy-yellow-smilingtrophy-yellow-smilingtrophy-yellow-smilingglasses-purple-yellow-diamondglasses-purple-yellow-diamondglasses-purple-yellow-diamond
7:11 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
JUDGEMENT FROM GOD IS SURELY OTW! ⚖🙌🏾🔥⚖🙌🏾🔥⚖🙌🏾🔥⚖🙌🏾😂🔥
7:11 AM
Hebrew Isrealites
everyday they keep trying 2 unalive 4 3yrs while working at Walden security 🙄 🎬🎬🙄👽👽🙄🎬🙄👽👽🙄🎬
7:11 AM
Marjorie Jwow
you know you fantasize about doing so you f****** freak motherfuker
7:11 AM
Cok van Gaalen
HANDLE WITH CARE centre amity restoration Earth United network News
7:11 AM
Lori Ackerman
just Manifest, doesn't matter what's happenin' around you
7:11 AM
Tammy Evans
God doesn't like ugly!
7:12 AM
Original Element
Amen 🙏🏻
7:12 AM
Marjorie Jwow
yeah okay that's what they got you believing that's why all of your mother f****** out here f****** dressing yourself up like clowns so you can be accepted by one another you f****** moron
7:12 AM
Christina Braun
King of Cups WAS an Earth A g
7:12 AM
Lori Ackerman
the truth will always come out in the end, either way
7:12 AM
Wanda Frazier
you stupid
7:12 AM
Kylee
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
7:12 AM
Lori Ackerman
hand-purple-blue-peace
7:13 AM
Marjorie Jwow
follow The brick road that's brown yep you do that allergist straight to my brother who died already you f****** dumbass
7:13 AM
Déjà
now we see why some were born to be broke
7:13 AM
Lori Ackerman
again ego deaths ... better to expose and help others
7:13 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
SEX, DRUGS, MONEY! Y'ALL GOIN TO HELL! ⚖🙌🏾😂🔥⚖🙌🏾😂🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚔⚖🙌🏾
7:13 AM
Lori Ackerman
image and rep are so uninteresting to me
7:13 AM
Christina Braun
Earth Angel that turned to the devil. His wings and power were taken by TMH.
7:13 AM
Lori Ackerman
silly
7:13 AM
Fresh from A Nap@Mrs. Campos
where you cute at? not cute enough to get your own money. you need kids ass . I see that with the work your gay ass do in class
7:13 AM
Marjorie Jwow
again it's my turn and I say 1/3 I don't like you doggies
7:13 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
💯🎯💯🎯💯🎯🚨🚔🚨🚔⚖🙌🏾
7:13 AM
Déjà
they're cursed to poverty. no matter what, broke is their destiny
7:13 AM
Hebrew Isrealites
😒 c🙄me get me alphabet family will work 4 witness. pr👽tecion energy weapons abused victim 😒 👽😒👽😒👽😒👽😒👽👽
7:13 AM
Kylee
the devil set himself up!!! 🤣🤣🤣🚨🚨🚨🔥🔥🔥🤡🤡🤡🔥🔥🔥🤣🤣🤣GAME OVER!!! 🔥🔥🔥
7:13 AM
AM
smh
7:13 AM
Exposethem9
how they have access to government agency to illegal surveillance people that's what's exposed
7:14 AM
Marjorie Jwow
and I did warn you I had universal ambassadorship
7:14 AM
Tammy Evans
Justice will be served for all the injustice done to me! I promise on God!
7:14 AM
Lori Ackerman
.....
7:14 AM
AM
🔔
7:14 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
PAY ATTENTION INVESTIGATORS. 😭🎯🚨🚔⚖🙌🏾🎯🚨🚔⚖🙌🏾🎯🚨🚔⚖🙌🏾💯
7:14 AM
Andreea Celik
THAT WOMEN IS NOT FOR THIS STUPIDS FOR A FAKERY DESTROY S3X MISERY FOR WANTING HER DEAD
7:14 AM
Lori Ackerman
Galactic Federation lsh yea yea yea
7:14 AM
Wanda Frazier
big pooh 💕
7:14 AM
Lori Ackerman
different name, same measures
7:15 AM
Marjorie Jwow
ok whatever I did also tell you regardless what happens I still win did I not
7:15 AM
Exposethem9
yep
7:15 AM
Kylee
LOCKING UP YOUR DEMONIC JUDGE POLICE LAWYERS THE WHOLE COVEN!!! 🚨🚨🚨🔥🔥🔥🤡🤡🤡🔥🔥🔥🤣🤣🤣
7:15 AM
Lori Ackerman
planet-orange-purple-ringface-orange-tv-shapebody-turquoise-yoga-pose
7:15 AM
AM
"I have more" hows that more working out? we got the whole INTERNET on this now.
7:15 AM
Lori Ackerman
🤙🌟🗝💕
7:16 AM
Marjorie Jwow
again like always the main thing is I have to concentrate is on patients because as you can see I'm too fast
7:16 AM
Déjà
😄😄😄delusion
7:16 AM
AM
smh
7:16 AM
Plenesia Flashette
DAMN DOE😂😂😂🙌🏽
7:16 AM
Lori Ackerman
the sun is shining! count. your. blessings.
7:16 AM
AM
Da dum dum doE
7:16 AM
Lori Ackerman
virtualhugelbowcoughwashhands
7:16 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
EXPOSE THEY @$$ES POOH! BTW IM DOIN JUST FINE. NICCA DIDN'T DESTROY SH*T! 😂😭⚖🙌🏾🚔🚨🚔🚨🚔🚨🚔🚨💯😂
7:16 AM
Kylee
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
7:16 AM
Marjorie Jwow
yes delusion to your detriment my dude
7:17 AM
Cok van Gaalen
John doe is a criminal he has always done it
7:17 AM
Lori Ackerman
!
7:17 AM
Exposethem9
them judges are in trouble I heard 35 years to life
7:17 AM
Lori Ackerman
!!!
7:17 AM
Christina Braun
The Justice Dept.paid to bail him out on 4 DV cases. He bribed a Judge to get no time for his 5 sexual assault charges. 5k
7:17 AM
Marjorie Jwow
again I am a bridge I see loopholes in everything I know how to make anything anything happen
7:17 AM
Wanda Frazier
lol
7:17 AM
cupsorswordz
God is moving with me #queenofcups
7:17 AM
Déjà
power hungry nobodies
7:17 AM
💫 Jackstar
unrealk
7:17 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
😂🙌🏾🚔🚨💯😂⚖🙌🏾
7:17 AM
Marjorie Jwow
and this is why I still haven't touched things that I have or read into it or looked into it because I know myself
7:17 AM
💫 Jackstar
David: BEHOLD THE POWER OF INSUALTION.
7:17 AM
AM
time for folks to SOBER UP!
7:17 AM
Lori Ackerman
learningchillwcathydratetakeoutthanksdocytrocket-red-countdown-liftoffhands-yellow-heart-red
7:17 AM
AM
jeeeesh!
7:18 AM
Kylee
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
7:18 AM
Kylee
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
7:18 AM
Exposethem9
has exposed them all
7:18 AM
Lori Ackerman
face-blue-star-eyes
7:18 AM
Simms Jason
planet-orange-purple-ring
7:18 AM
💫 Jackstar
"nobody knows" hahah sure
7:18 AM
Lori Ackerman
planet-orange-purple-ring
7:18 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
YAAAASS! PUT DOWN THAT PIPE MAN! 😂⚖🙌🏾🔥😂⚖🙌🏾🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😂⚖🙌🏾
7:18 AM
Marjorie Jwow
I only deal with things that are in my path I don't go looking for it or wishing for it do you understand you f****** human morons
7:18 AM
Lori Ackerman
It's all Saturn in the end
7:18 AM
Déjà
secret rendezvous 😬gross🤮
7:18 AM
Lori Ackerman
when it should be Jupiter... sigh lol
7:18 AM
Kylee
MOLE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
7:18 AM
Lori Ackerman
hand-purple-blue-peacehand-purple-blue-peacehand-purple-blue-peacehand-purple-blue-peacegoat-turquoise-white-hornsgoat-turquoise-white-hornsgoat-turquoise-white-hornsgoat-turquoise-white-horns
7:19 AM
Wanda Frazier
I scraves
7:19 AM
Wanda Frazier
yo
7:19 AM
Cok van Gaalen
Sad turn indeed
7:19 AM
Fresh from A Nap@Mrs. Campos
Gardner and Jon is gross? they would be perfect together
7:19 AM
Marjorie Jwow
I know more than you be careful what you wish for because point blank nothing is worth it at the end and what will be will be
7:19 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
WOW! 😂
7:19 AM
Dylan Calandrino
kept stealing everything had to watch me to get Ideas and kept taking my money stalking me all the time forging documents.
7:19 AM
Rodney Hodge
NEVER be THAT PERSON my ex went on Internet teamed up with other CLOWN'S IDIOTS LOSER'S TOO slander ME.. without the slander SHE slept with everyone who without slander CALLED her DUMB stupid ugly
7:19 AM
💫 Jackstar
@StarSeed1208🌟 this has nothing to do with me, lol, but I can see why this is taking fucking forever, omfg I'm bored already
7:19 AM
Lori Ackerman
.........
7:20 AM
Lori Ackerman
.
7:20 AM
Hebrew Isrealites
ai g👽d 4gives higher ups👨⚖👨⚖👽👨⚖🚌👽👨⚖👨⚖👽👨⚖🚌👽🚌👽👨⚖🚌👽🚌
7:20 AM
AM
🚀
7:20 AM
Lori Ackerman
life and such
7:20 AM
AM
divine timing... 🙏 wow right?
7:20 AM
Cok van Gaalen
SSEE its john doe again who did it
7:20 AM
Déjà
doesn't pay to be a thief
7:20 AM
AM
#BELIEVE it now?
7:21 AM
Christina Braun
Good Luck with that. I have had the same position for over 30 yrs.
7:21 AM
Tammy Evans
Thank you spirit 🙏
7:21 AM
💫 Jackstar
I would hope that it is obvious to anyone curious that finishing this out for myself was a very great use of my time
7:21 AM
AM
the math just didn't add up...
7:21 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
💯🎯💯🎯💯🎯🙌🏾⚖😂
7:21 AM
Rodney Hodge
RIGHT DIVINE NEVER liked ex she used her SHE was just DUMB enough stupid enough to team up with partner up with AND sleep with PEOPLE who secretly thought she was DUMB stupid and slow
7:21 AM
Marjorie Jwow
I need to get more coffee
7:21 AM
AM
the logic was absolutely trash
7:21 AM
Déjà
big shot 🙄
7:22 AM
💫 Jackstar
and i don't know if any of you were hoping to get me jammed up, however, I am not jammed up, thank you very kindly
7:22 AM
Cok van Gaalen
just keep sipping your coffee
7:22 AM
Tammy Evans
I appreciate you!
7:22 AM
Marjorie Jwow
hey by the way I want you to know that my nephew the one that started calling me scandalous his name is easy
7:22 AM
Kylee
221 I WON LOOSERS!!! 💪💪💪😇😇😇🚨🚨🚨🔥🔥🔥🤡🤡🤡🔥🔥🔥🤣🤣🤣
7:22 AM
vsatonthebeat
I don't understand anything😂
7:22 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
EXPOSED THEY DAMN SELVES! 🙌🏾🔥🚨🚔😂⚖
7:22 AM
Fresh from A Nap@Mrs. Campos
because I'm not a hater and would never set people up with someone ugly
7:22 AM
Shafique Jones
What's That Smell 😧
7:22 AM
Marjorie Jwow
but you know there's no such thing as coincidence you know
7:22 AM
Exposethem9
it's has happened that's present energy ...😳
7:22 AM
AM
caught with their pants down... in more ways than one... OH WELL!
7:22 AM
💫 Jackstar
@Kylee yep, you're a winner *backs away slowly* a winner is you *blows party horn* congratulations
7:23 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
R. I. C. O. CHARGES OTW! ⚖🙌🏾🔥🚨🚔😂⚖
7:23 AM
Déjà
lust demons😄😄
7:23 AM
Shafique Jones
it's the Smell of Got That Ass
7:23 AM
💫 Jackstar
I"m not doing shit until you freaks get out of my runway
7:23 AM
Déjà
trash 🗑 🚮
7:23 AM
AM
pays to keep your pants on...
7:23 AM
AM
doesn't it...
7:23 AM
💫 Jackstar
LOL "you want to bribe this leo" wow you all take this shit to an entirely other level
7:23 AM
💫 Jackstar
like I legit just want a hug, snuggles
7:24 AM
cupsorswordz
a lot of ppl will be infected. geez man
7:24 AM
💫 Jackstar
hair that doesn't smell like a garden pool
7:24 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
WHY act a fool when the FEDS bout to BUST THAT @$$! ⚖🙌🏾🔥🚨🚔😂⚖🙌🏾🔥🚨🚔😂⚖
7:24 AM
💫 Jackstar
you know, the classics
7:24 AM
Cok van Gaalen
and don''t con fuse genital parts
7:24 AM
Rodney Hodge
OLIVIA that's WHY I Love you SHE'S going in SHE should I WAS JUST waiting for someone LIKE OLIVIA with a powerful voice AND platform to call it OUT.. a lot of READINGS were flipped in reverse so THESE
7:24 AM
Marjorie Jwow
hey are all of you are paying forever it feels like I pee forever
7:24 AM
Karen Edwards
You know I have a lookalike niece,Pooh.She might pretend to be me.
7:24 AM
Christina Braun
Yes, many RICO charges. Federal time coming. DEA involved now.
7:25 AM
Rose
Basura :)
7:25 AM
Kylee
Jackstar when this story hits WORLD WIDE NEWS you will know what I mean by I WON THE WAR 2024 WITH MY TEAM ON EARTH AND IN SPIRIT!!! 💕💕💕💪💪💪💕💕💕😇😇😇
7:25 AM
Christina Braun
Karmics smell nasty.
7:25 AM
Marjorie Jwow
oh my God look at it it's trying to set you up before unreal wow never seen that before in my whole life wow
7:25 AM
💫 Jackstar
@StarSeed1208🌟 every last one of you can get busted for all I care, i'm not here to judge and I'm not here to access Ratheon's stolen budget, lol
7:25 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
B💥💥M! GAME OVER! ⚖🎯🙌🏾🔥🚨🚔😂💥
7:25 AM
Tammy Evans
Exactly
7:25 AM
Yolanda Alicea
Thank you 🙏
7:25 AM
Déjà
🤮🤮🤮
7:25 AM
💫 Jackstar
@Kylee okay that's cool, when I get snuggles it will not be on the news
7:25 AM
Exposethem9
he's a murderer
7:25 AM
AM
cleaning up the mess despite the crack magic...
7:25 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
WOW! 😂
7:25 AM
Only One
hello
7:26 AM
Déjà
you're going to jail!!! clink clink
7:26 AM
Cok van Gaalen
or on the money she is good for
7:26 AM
AM
born for this... all good... 🙏 thanks be to god... WE GOT THIS
7:26 AM
Marjorie Jwow
wow this one person is mad popular go you while you are Superstar all eyes on you you're the best yo yeah you're the best
7:26 AM
Christina Braun
Truth. I caught KoP chasing KoCs yelling " Mi amour" come back.
7:26 AM
💫 Jackstar
she asked me to gret meth, then she said she didn't remember that, then she did drugs with who knows who and didn't tell me anything, sound familar? wow how did I see that coming, and now i"m supposed
7:26 AM
shantil Riley
thank you Pooh
7:26 AM
Déjà
🤪😂😂😂
7:27 AM
💫 Jackstar
to go get whatever and get on tape, well, frankly, I owuld prefer not to
7:27 AM
Marjorie Jwow
all snap back up in the building
7:27 AM
Déjà
fo ma manss
7:27 AM
Kylee
THEYRE ALL GOING TO PRISION 🤣🤣🤣🚨🚨🚨🔥🔥🔥🤡🤡🤡🔥🔥🔥
7:27 AM
💫 Jackstar
i hope y'all have fun with your erector sets and all
7:27 AM
Rose
Little do they know if they try coming for the queen of cups - Karma takes them out
7:27 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
I LOVE YOU OLIVIA! THANKS BELOVED. 😂💥🙌🏾🔥🚨🚔⚖
7:27 AM
shantil Riley
yeah they do they exs like that
7:27 AM
💫 Jackstar
@Kylee okay good luck with that, lol
7:27 AM
Marjorie Jwow
oh boy I got to get my coffee before it starts burning yeah I know my ancestors would love that
7:27 AM
Cok van Gaalen
she is privileged with lots of money on her name but kept from her by family
7:27 AM
Rodney Hodge
BEFORE I KNEW any of this I had ex blocked when I did open lines of communication a year ago couldn't take toxicity ex bragging about suitors I SAID suitors sound LIKE a bunch of gay predators she jus
7:27 AM
AM
smh
7:28 AM
Marjorie Jwow
who's a magician out here lol
7:28 AM
💫 Jackstar
my goddam birthtime is the house address and you keep it a secret from me while banging my two ex-lovers in the fucking house and sucking off her trust. classy. epic. /distancing self rapidly
7:28 AM
Kylee
THE DEVINE PLAN OF 5D NEW EARTH NEXT CHAPTER 💕💕💕💪💪💕💕💕😇😇😇
7:28 AM
💫 Jackstar
loveb B
7:28 AM
ShamanicSam1111 High Priestess
They are all exposed. I'm over it
7:28 AM
AM
THANK U OLIVIA GOD BLESS U!
7:28 AM
Kita Boo
Y’all messing her money up with all those caps and emoji’s
7:29 AM
💫 Jackstar
can you bust Anita too somehow? she is evil incarnate
7:29 AM
AM
💪
7:29 AM
Letitiaa Buckley
☝🙏🏻❤
7:29 AM
Exposethem9
they always get mad the messager and want to attack your plateform
7:29 AM
Marjorie Jwow
oh snap yo I'm so forgetful I didn't even put it on the stove yo see what I mean I forget everything
7:29 AM
Rodney Hodge
OLIVIA JUST mentioned what I TOLD ex a year ago wish I caught live at beginning
7:29 AM
StarSeed1208🌟
WE LOVE YOU POOH! JUSTICE!
7:29 AM
💫 Jackstar
"we"
7:29 AM
Marjorie Jwow
yo and the turtle got in my way and I kicked it with his show yo awesome
7:29 AM
💫 Jackstar
David, grow up.
7:29 AM
shantil Riley
that's what i said why it take so long for the arrest
7:29 AM
AM
take care of yourself! WE LOVE U!
7:30 AM
Kylee
thanks Goddess 💕💕💕💪💪💪💕💕💕😇😇😇
7:30 AM
Rodney Hodge
dried out your the best LOOKS like your glowing
7:30 AM
Déjà
✌
7:30 AM
💫 Jackstar
you love degenerate sex karma and running from the law too, lol shrug
7:30 AM
💫 Jackstar
I don't judge
7:30 AM
💫 Jackstar
DEAR GRAPEFRUIT, MAKE SURE TO REACHAROUND EVERYONE BUT ME, THANKS DOLL
7:30 AM
Marjorie Jwow
I keep on getting distracted every time I go to buy it strawberries
7:31 AM
💫 Jackstar
p.s.: happy birthday
7:31 AM
💫 Jackstar
p.p.s.: also you lost the gas station u HOOOOOOR
7:31 AM
💫 Jackstar
oh i'm sorry did I destroy your concentration?
7:32 AM
KARRMA333suk!tyutbpanseysRpretty
why the fuck is anyone threatening me that's what I want to know because stealing from me and trying to set me up is a no no what did anyone think I would do.
7:32 AM
Marjorie Jwow
yay yay I LOVE IT I NO CARE hoe pink bi ch
7:32 AM
shantil Riley
so u could get knocked off or my kids
7:33 AM
💫 Jackstar
NO CONTACT EMERGENCY oh boy I get to sue all of you for fraudulent denial of my civil rights, TWO YEARS FOR THIS CASE TO COVER YOUR SLACKASSES IS ACTIONABLE
7:33 AM
💫 Jackstar
START WRITING CHECKS YOU SLAGS
7:33 AM
💫 Jackstar
it's alaways nice to know I'm doing good work for classy people
7:34 AM
Marjorie Jwow
that's what I'm talking about yes
7:34 AM
Marjorie Jwow
make sure you speed up to my level faster b****
7:34 AM
💫 Jackstar
im amused none of you bothered to mention the dollar amounts of what you're stealing but it's pretty academic
.YOU.KIDS.TODAY.THINK.YOU.INVENTED.EVERYTHING.
.GLAD.YOU.WERE.CAREFUL.TO.MIND.THE.BOUNDARIES.
.NEVER.HAVE.I.EVER.BEEN.SO.GODDAM.GLAD.TO.NOT.BE.CAUGHT.UP.
.I.SIT.HERE.ALONE.IN.THIS.HAUNTED.CHURCH.BREATHING.BLACK.MOLD
.BECAUSE.REASONS.
.I.HOPE.YOUR.FAKE.KID.STILL.GETS.HIS.BENNIES.ROFLMAO.
.P..S..PLEASE.TELL.YOUR.BITCH-BABY.BASTARD.FUCKTARD."CHILD".(HAHAHAHA.THAT'S.A.GOOD.ONE).TO.LEAVE.ME.THE.FUCK.ALONE.
.HE.IS.BORING.OFFENSIVE.OBNOXIOUS.RUDE.UNCOUTH.BIGOTED.IGNORANT.CARELESS.DISRESPECTFUL.&AND.THOROUGHLY.
R E P U G N A N T.
And after all this time, you still can't spell my name.
Whore, you are getting a barcode.
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Your incessant threats of rape and other physical harm to my person are in incredibly poor taste, and if you really expect me to believe you are capable of anything other than shitting your own bed and being a massive retard you're asking a lot of me. I never claimed I was clever, and I don't walk around with my chest puffed out looking for my ego to be stroked. That's all you. I don't know what kind of bug it is you have up your arse but it certainly must be a big one, with poisonous pincers that's somehow infecting you from the bowels up-- And y'know, they do say the stomach is the second brain.
The truth is Jack, this is stupid. If you're going to be angry and paranoid, and use 5 Minutes with Jackstar as a dictaphone entry you make public then go ahead. Who do you think you are, anyway? Louis Litt? Bro. You can't even. When I said get a grip I meant it. Your anger is just displaced sadness and the projection coming out of your pen is reaching new levels of unsettling.
I never crossed you. I don't know where Allison is. I never knew who she was. She hid a lot of shit from you? She was lying to me the whole time too. My naïveté was a big part of my undoing, but I resent having had anything to do with that Christmas. I was roped in to something I really didn't want any parts of. Yet here we fucking are, right? I can't help what American courts do or don't decide. You said it yourself: I'm just a hut-dwelling mud-savage. What would I know? Stop crediting me with crimes I had no part in orchestrating unless your desired outcome is merely to muddy your own waters and confuse yourself. Which I highly doubt but really don't know what to think anymore.
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Eat hot shit, Alli. I don't know why you think you're so goddam clever; oh, right, vainglorious Leo.
Actually, I'm a Taurus sun Gemini moon. And while I am intrinsically linked by association to a Leo, I am not a Leo. So what even is this supposed to do? Oh, I get it. You consulted the talisman and it pointed you in the wrong direction again and now you're on a wild goose chase and your closest target is me-- So right at the front of the firing line I go. You know, its actually despicable what you've tried to pull off and how you've tried to blame an old friend who stood by you through it all.
I don't see anyone else around here anymore. Why is that, I wonder? No, not because I keep people prisoner in little internet boxes (people who capitalise the "I" in "internet" are a whole other bugaboo but I digress) ... It's simply that I'm still here that I'm used as a speedbag while you hit me with bloody paws and the gloves off.
Lots of people walk away because they put themselves first, and because its healthy for them to do. Me, I choose to get down in the mud and wrestle with you, piggy. And you love every minute of it. The abuse. You adore the rush of power when you dash off another sarcastic line that you think will undermine me in public. But the only reason you're able to do that is because I pay a fucking bill every month to keep the lights on here. So kiss the ring, bitch.
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.YOU.KIDS.TODAY.THINK.YOU.INVENTED.EVERYTHING.
.GLAD.YOU.WERE.CAREFUL.TO.MIND.THE.BOUNDARIES.
.NEVER.HAVE.I.EVER.BEEN.SO.GODDAM.GLAD.TO.NOT.BE.CAUGHT.UP.
.I.SIT.HERE.ALONE.IN.THIS.HAUNTED.CHURCH.BREATHING.BLACK.MOLD
.BECAUSE.REASONS.
.I.HOPE.YOUR.FAKE.KID.STILL.GETS.HIS.BENNIES.ROFLMAO.
.P..S..PLEASE.TELL.YOUR.BITCH-BABY.BASTARD.FUCKTARD."CHILD".(HAHAHAHA.THAT'S.A.GOOD.ONE).TO.LEAVE.ME.THE.FUCK.ALONE.
.HE.IS.BORING.OFFENSIVE.OBNOXIOUS.RUDE.UNCOUTH.BIGOTED.IGNORANT.CARELESS.DISRESPECTFUL.&AND.THOROUGHLY.
R E P U G N A N T.
Would you steal a car? Oh bullshit you don't want to be read in or caught up. Its all you ever fucking whinge about on your podcast, how you're in the dark, how people keep you in the dark, how much you hate being kept in the dark and how it was a bad idea for "them" to have ever done so. I never know who "they" are, but there certainly seems to be a "they" or you wouldn't have been talking to yourself and your listeners about this persecution complex you've got going on if there was no "they," now would you?
I don't have any children, by the way. And I don't plan on having any. So you must be confused about something because if someone's child is haranguing you for some reason it'd probably be a good idea for you to take it up with someone who has a child. Not someone who doesn't.
Oh wait. You were talking to the cardboard cut-out were you? She has nothing to say to you, and she actually gave me good advice: to not engage you on your bullshit. But I can't help myself. Its just too much fun arguing over the minutiae.
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Actually, I'm a Taurus sun Gemini moon. And while I am intrinsically linked by association to a Leo, I am not a Leo. So what even is this supposed to do? Oh, I get it. You consulted the talisman and it pointed you in the wrong direction again and now you're on a wild goose chase and your closest target is me-- So right at the front of the firing line I go. You know, its actually despicable what you've tried to pull off and how you've tried to blame an old friend who
12/23/74 10 10 LIT CITY EAT MY SHORTS.
stood by you through it all.
Want some kefir?
I don't see anyone else around here anymore. Why is that, I wonder?
Because you're all co-conspirators in a criminal conspiracy because you're all so fuckin' butt-hurt that I outmaneuvered your stupid little machinations to fuck my life over and leave me destitute, homeless, probably naked and raped, and why would any of you talk about it here? You were under the impression I would never uncover any of this.
No, not because I keep people prisoner in little internet boxes (people who capitalise the "I" in "internet" are a whole other bugaboo but I digress) ... It's simply that I'm still here that I'm used as a speedbag while you hit me with bloody paws and the gloves off.
Narrative timelines are important. I am not. I am not important at all. So why not leave fucked off and alone to die while you get cockslave dope blown down your suckhole--which, when it wears off, turns you and your faggit sisters in to misandristric man-hating (surely gun-toting) lesbeauxs?
Well, for one thing, it doesn't go with those shoes. For another, don't you have any respect for yourself? Oh, wait, I know who you're sleeping with, (lol; u sleep, imagine it). Look, I'll be honest--it's nice to see you keeping yourself busy while amidst the elbow-cracking work of preparing to prosecute the fiendish criminal mastermind that is mE; but this is not a good look for you.
Bad optics, as is said.
Lots of people walk away because they put themselves first, and because its healthy for them to do. Me, I choose to get down in the mud and wrestle with you, piggy.
Mr. & Mrs. Rubini are the goddam oinkers in this scenario, along with other names I shall not mention at this exact time, and the notion that you believe me to be the fuzz is simply another sign that you've become a goddam mindslave again. You've been trafficked again. (Kudos.) And you have the worst goddam taste in friends. What a gang of nincompoops. I just can't even with you.
And you love every minute of it. The abuse. You adore the rush of power when you dash off another sarcastic line that you think will undermine me in public.
Actually in point of fact I don't love any goddam thing at all in this moment other than the satisfaction that comes with recognizing my wisdom that came before now, before the walls fell: it is YOU who are jammed up with these mouthbreathing fucktards, not I. I don't have to be concerned about a ginormous tax bill. I don't have to worry about my sperglord bitch-baby bastard son slipping the leash and humping the legs of whatever unfortunate vag-bearing individual gets near him. Or cock-slung. Whatevah. LITERALLY WHATEVAH.
But the only reason you're able to do that is because I pay a fucking bill every month to keep the lights on here. So kiss the ring, bitch.
Dear Stupidpussybitch;
The very first thing I said was a priority down here on day one: "We need solar power." (Note the "we.") You then went with Ziggerdragonniggerlord down to the lower building, which you promptly ransacked while you were high as fuck and had likely recently sucked him off. (Note the "him.") I said, FIRST THING: SOLAR.
Kiss which ring? Is it one of my mother's? I remember Jen wearing one of yours while she was busy stealing your identity as well--I recognized the goddam thing on her fat little piggy-hand, I pointed at it with glee, "holy shit did you steal that? is it magic? *snap* *clink* oh look you went translucent when I tapped the steering wheel *snap* *clink* oh look! Another ring fell off your body when you went ethereal! How many times do I got to slam your head on the steering wheel before the money starts falling out of your wide cow-ass wallet?" *wiggle wiggle* *sploosh*
NOTE: I was not quite that eloquent at the time, although that is a pretty close verbatim quote. k
Alastair Laird, [4/12/2024 10:33]
My Mom told me not to talk to you.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 17:49]
My mother told me to quit cigarettes and never told me the Freemasons or methamphetamine existed. Additionally you have a cardboard cutout mother that is run by various individuals on an ad hoc basis and none of them mean any more to me than any other to me. You're all; cowards and you have all deliberately chosen to exploit my ignorance.
True or not, your statement is semantically null.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 17:51]
I'm sure timeklowns of Jess are much better company than I am. No doubt life is simpler when I am remembered only by SocSec number.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 18:14]
You're obsessed with this. People I know have been given this infection and that must really suck for a sex addict. Especially for ones that are terrified of disease from their MK-ULTRA Monarch Controller who of course plans to stick it to her later. It's always the same and bitches who lie to me deserve little more than the lash and this.
Hood rat comes back from business trip and tells me she's been violated and wants sex with me and this is standard playbook stuff. I think this over: “they want me to think I'm going to get polluted.” I gave not one single shit, she already gave me prairie mange, she was gonna take off and report to her local handlers, why would I give a fuck what I was given, YOU WERE MOCKING ME WITH Disease Threats on your own website, you were in OK for the train, none of this matters to me then or now, my job by then was to make sure everyone thought she had value so they didn't just kill her and I wanted to test my shields ANYWAY so why do you bring this up?
T surely has some nail polish that will cure anything and you can just pretend to me, no one cares, it's called roleplay, all the kids are doing it, also you're all ridiculous, I have my answers and I wasn't crying about fake bitches who knew nothing about me.
I did what I thought was wanted. You did what was easier and IDGAF who fucks each other, the real gf has not really been seen since 2018 and all I expect from Bellgab are lies.
All I have ever known are spookhoors plotting against me; the speed women got created lesbians and no one ever wanted me to have Speed that makes Man attractive.
Idc. Please update your bookmarks accordingly. The women I loved are dead and gone and YOUR MOTHER IS (PROT-A), duh
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 18:20]
No. I have examinatiors. And to what you might believe I am owed to any lip from you mystifies me. Go punch yourself in the face or something. I was lied to and whining about my skill at precognitive mastery is a non-starter.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 18:43]
Kaffirpants, you let sirens wind me up while frontin’ that you didn't know any of these people. I FUCKING INTRODUCE THEM TO EACH OTHER and then wander off because I knew once of them was a piggo, and then I get bled dry from a distance. All because faggot grooming.
She wants to hide she probably should and the harvest goes like this: everyone skipped any inquiry and assumed everything but the truth: her cunt friends pissed me off.
Nothing has changed, get blasted and fuck them blue, duh, what goes around comes around and you all could have made lots more money as well as found your mole(s) sooner.
I already knew you all lied about her thought you had any good reason. IDGAF and why you want me to feel guilt or shame is a laugh.
YOU simply interfere with what little that's left above the crippling anhedonia and why bother? I have no juice to barter.
You all have similar levels of maladaptive amotivational syndrome and I'm not missing out on anything.
She and her friends had me raped and she told everyone I bought a whore because she was gay. Okay, listen to your mother.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 19:03]
I don't crave your approval and lying was unnecessary. I knew it was probable immediately, I simply never wondered how doped anyone would have to be.
Keep... What A secret? Personally I'd be proud but I didn't get off on mendacity.
Do me a favor. Marry them all. They were several years too late and of course no one thought i was immune to prosecution.
But I am. No jurisdiction, no crime, and no selling. Therefore, waste of time, and everyone is an Addict in denial but me. I saw this coming since breakfast and she had Bitcoin and a case built on cooking acid that I sold to a Fed.
They are brain-damaged twats. (Lying to me was unwise.) You are a man. Would you be envious of me? Oh, right, sex and drug addicts.
Of course you're all bent out of shape. Save it for your counselor and your blog and I really don't need to hear about your bullshit fake mother which is one of 4-5 women and oh oh oh, you sure showed me a lesson, holy fuck
like now that I know they actually were stupid enough to conspire against clergy while pretending to be non-connected is truly Leonine dumpass coppig behavior and I am frankly glad it wasn't any worse. Here's an idea, though: take responsibility.
I don't feel bad that you are stuck with... whatever, and you have zero accuracy when gaslighting my moods. you're all fucking lucky I can fucking talk to you at all. I did nothing wrong. .I.OBEYED.THE.LAW..I.DID.WHAT.I.KNEW.WAS.BEST.AND.THEN.YOU.AND.YOUR.PISSANT.GANG.OF.THIEVING.TWERPS.RIPPED.THROUGH.THE.HOUSE..GIVE.ME.YOUR.ADDRESS,.FUCKWIT:.IT.WILL.BE.A.SHOPPING.SPREE..
I honestly didn't think any of you would bother covering up something so trivial so I didn't bother to consider that you were all that niggerbrain. am I supposed to care more than I do? what I don't want to contact any of them. and I forgot that you are lead whoremonger. (You would look cute in a little hat and with your wrists slit with a rusty trowel.)
what do you even need me for? take a picture of a random stranger and congratulate yourself on outwitting someone who knew what I knew: absolutely nothing about it, and you probably had a good reason.
clearly there are lots of reasons not to talk to me. why hide behind your mother? weak.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 19:05]
and I didn't know who was drugcop, t or a, I simply shoved them together and left the house. it was a party. they were popular. I was not... they had shitloads of drugs. I did not. I wasn't good enough. also they were CI or clandoes or, more importantly, ratted out to thugs with dicks rather than tell me the goddam truth about anything. (Because it's a secret. Here's another: FELONY WIRE FRAUD ACTIVITY CURRENTLY ONGOING VIS-A-VIS MY TELEGRAM MESSAGES, MY EMAIL, MY GODDAM EVERYTHING--THIS IS COMPLETELY UNLAWFUL YOU SHITBIRDBRAIN FUCKHEADS AND I HAVE NO INCLINATION TOWARDS ANY LENIENCY IN ANY REGARD AT THIS TIME. YOU ARE ALL SELFISH, GREEDY, LYING BASTARD HOORMONGERS AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO DISGUSTED IN MY LIFE. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES AREN'T IGNORING ME:
YOU ARE SIMPLY TALKING TO DVR AND PRETENDING HE IS ME. WHAT A CHEAP RUDE CUNT BISH. ENJOY YOUR CONJUGALS, I HOPE NO ONE SCREECHES AT YOU LIKE A FUCKING RETARDED HARPY JUST BECAUSE YOU WRITE A LOT OF WORDS. (You were just fucking jelly because you can't fucking read, Mr. Magoo, and if there was something else going on, WHY WOULD IT BE BEST TO KEEP ME IN THE DARK ON THAT YOU ABSOLUTE IGNORAMUS? WHAT, JUST OUT OF HABIT? GREAT, HERE'S MY NEW HABIT, YOU'RE GETTING FUCKING BUSTED AND YOU CAN WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE YOU A LETTER, IN CRAYON, A SHARPENED CHARCOAL STICK, OR, HERE'S AN IDEA, SOME THIEVING CLANDOFAG CAN STEAL SOMEONE ELSE'S BALLPOINT PEN AND SCRIBBLE A FUCKING RECIPE FOR NOT BEING A FUCKING LYING FUCKING ASSHOLE GRAVY.
HURRY UP AND SUCK/CHOKE SOME MORE DICK, THEN COME RUNNING BACK TO READ THE REST. GO ON. EVERYONE WILL WAIT FOR YOU. IT'S TOTES IMPORTANT. NO, NOT WHAT I AM WRITING.
IT'S VITALLY IMPORANT THAT YOU SUCK MORE DICK.)
that's why they're addicts stuck with each other and you and the whole world giggles while I get blasted with permission lawfully It's really quite a precedent.
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 19:06]
your mother is not invited unless she brings good gak and everyone missed the 24/7 clouds fest, as I have made my point and I helped someone lose weight. I am still helping in fact. (SOME OF YOU HAVE PROBABLY NEVER SEEN A GODDAM ROLE MODEL BEFORE THAT DIDN'T HAVE QUILL PENS STICKING UP ALL OVER.)
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 19:16]
and if you all weren't ignorant pussy bitches and/or weren't being blackmailed by Dave or V&= or both, you would have an easier time of things. I just can't even. You all had your chance to get close to me. (.HOW.MANY.YEARS.WAS.OPENLY.LYING.THOUGHT.TO.BE.A.GOOD.PLAN?.PUNITIVE.DAMAGE.MULTIPLIER..ALSO.DO.NOT.FORGET.TO.RAPE.YOUR.HUZZ.BANNED..HE.HAD.A.RING,.I.SUPPOSE?.OR.DID.YOU.LOSE.THAT.ALONG.WITH.YOUR.STANDING.OF.RESPECT?.I.RETRACT.THE.QUESTION,.FOR.I.DO.NOT.GIVE.A.SHIT..HOW.MANY.GODDAM.YEARS?.NIGGER..)
IDGAF about the consequences, lol, I'm not the liar or the skeevy needle addict, oh and by the way, (PROT-WHORE) is still involved in this as well, what a bunch of fucking dopeslut retards.
but I have the problem. Pffffft.. Nice try. Anyway talk or don't it's not up to me what any of you do.
I wasn't lying. TIme-travelling Sourceror. stolen Hungarian baby batter. they're lucky they are getting off with just a warning. So, what, it's complicated to be civil to each other? keep them, fuckwitters
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 19:21]
like I can read books and they don't give aut0grief and even if I did let anyone down, I have no idea how. also: I saved the other one after some asshole splintered her soul or some shit, you spergospuks are nuts, don't bother thanking me it wouldn't be sincere, and get over yourselves.
I owe you nothing but an explanation, and here it comes: .I.AM.SMARTER.THAN.ALL.OF.YOU.,PUT.TOGETHER.AND.YOU.ALL.SET.ME.UP.THE.BOMB..
buh boom bye. How hard is this? oh, right, you're all vain glorious egomaniacs who never really thought about any of it and certainly never asked me and took all the bait I left hook line and sinker. I wasn't pissed for any of the reasons any of you think I am or was.
I am pissed because you all lied to me about other people and thereby brought us all one step closer to nihilism. Grats. I am sure that even to those not giving this news the side-eye it so richly deserves through rose-tinted welding goggles, this looks like a pathetic wall of text spurged out by a hopeless needle junkie.
(How amazing that someone would be granted such visions.)
AND IT'S R.I.C.O. for fuck's sake
like how is this my fault? I'm pretty sure I said "don't traffick people" and you know what? I retract that, because obviously I could have covered for all manner of activity. I still can. I am the Lord of this demesne. I am The Master of The House. I am blackpope. And I don't give a single salty fuck -OR- one ripe wet shit if any of you think that shit sounds plausible. OF COURSE it sounds stupid. This is Masonic bullshit. It's meant to be memorized at a pancake breakfast by a Downsie with the mind of a toddler and the appetite of some bitch baby-cunty asshole bastard WHORE who eats a lot of pancakes after warbling demands for, "more stacks! more stacks!" Grumble grumble grumble.
So, did you have a great fucking experience? I guess you must have raped it back. O, brava! BRAVA! I wish I could puke like that. Now, okay, now you're grounded. go suck dick on horseback or something or even better yet, live a life without riding on my name in any way, do you even think you could? because I will pay my debts and generate wealth when I fucking feel like it. [.FUCKING.INSPIRE.ME.WITHOUT.THE.VAG.OF.ONE.OF.MY.EXES.FOR.A.CHANGE,.BOTTLE-BATTLE-NIGGERBLONDIENIGGER,.SURE.WOULD.LOVE.TO.RECLAIM.SOME.VALUE..FROM.ANYTHING..HEY,.DO.YOU.HAVE.A.SPARE.1040-EZ.FORM?.BECAUSE.BELIEVE.ME.I.DO..]
Right now, I have a headache, you twerpdinks. Get used to this idea: .I.AM.NOT.AT.HAZARD..I.ARRANGED.FOR.MY.TAXES.TO.BE.PAID.AND.FILED.AND.PAID.AUTOMAGICALLY.WHILE.YOU.WERE.BUSY.SELLING.YOUR.NEIGHBORS.AND.KINFOLK.UP.THE.RIVER.AND.I.DO.NOT.HAVE.TO.WORRY.ABOUT."TAXES".AND.SHEEEIT.
.BECAUSE:.I.ACTUALLY.DO.HAVE.AN.AVOCATION.IN.DOING.THE.WORK.OF.THE.LORD,.INSTEAD.OF.A.SECOND-HAND.MAKE-UP.CABOODLE.STUFFED.WITH.DAY-GLO.ORANGE.POST-ITS,.YOU.IRRESPONSIBLE.ABSOLUTE.TURBOFEATHERNIGGERINTERNOCLANDO.,HOW.FUCKING.FUCKED.UP.YOU.AND.YOUR.ILK.ARE.SO.I.GUESS.LIKE,.EVERY.ONE.OF.YOU.DID.NOT.CLAIM.MY.NAME.IN.THE.LAST.EIGHT.YEARS.?(.SEVEN.YEARS.IN.KRYPTOHYMIETOWN..)RIGHT.AND.EVERYONE.WAS.JUST.TOO.BUSY.TO.BOTHER.CONTACTING.ME.EARLIER.SOMETIME.IN.THE.LAST.3.YEARS..YOU.KNOW,.SINCE.COVID-19.HAPPENED..YOU.REMEMBER.SPREADING.YOUR.STD.AROUND,.NOW,DON'TCHA?.(HEY.MAN.NICE.SHOT.)KNOW:.NO,.YOU.DO.NOT.REMEMBER.THAT,.ACTUALLY..YOU.PROBABLY.DO.REMEMBER.ALL.THAT.SWEET.COVID-19.STIMULUS.MONEY,.THOUGH..
.BEACUSE.IT.REMINDS.YOU.OF.THAT.THING.I.DO.NOT.DO:.(WORK.FOR.YOU,.HIGH.SMACKTOWN.LICH.BISH,.AND.ALSO.REMEMBERING...NO,.SHE-SEA-WITCH,.I.DO.NOT.SUCK.DICK.EITHER.NOW.OR.EVER,DICK-TRADER.DOUCHE-TRACY..).WHICH.AT.THE.MOMENT,.IS.PRIMARILY.THE.FOLLOWING:.
.I.HAVE.SWORN.ETERNAL.ENMITY.AGAINST.EVERY.FORM.OF.TYRANNY.OVER.THE.MIND.OF.MAN,.MER-MAN,.OR.MER-WHORE.(HOOR!)..AND.THAT.MEANS.I.DO.NOT.GIVE.IN.TO.YOU.MENTAL.DOMINATION.SKILLS.AND.THE.ASSORTED.VARIETY.THEREOF.(WHORE!)..AND.WHY.ANYONE.THOUGHT.TO.LEAVE.ME.HIGH.-&-.DRY.?.BECAUSE.THEY.ARE.A.GENIUS,.OF.COURSE..OR.A.GENIUS.MAGGOT..ON.TOP.OF.A.MAGGOT.WITH.TWO.BACKS..EXOSKELETONS..WHATEVER,.I.MEAN,.WHEN.SHE.FUCKS.HIM..AND,.NOW:.#OFFICIAL.RE-BRAND.IS:.D..V..R..,GENIUS.MAGGOT.CLANDO.WHOREMONGER.PIMPFUKLAZAR..DO.NOT.WORRY.ABOUT.WRITING.IT.DOWN..ONLY.SQUAW.CAN READ..
.OR.KEEP.A.GODDAM.PROMISE,.I.GUESS..WHAT.PROMISE?.ALWAYS.KISS.SOME.OTHER.GUY.GOODNIGHT.AND.THEN.GO.BACK.TO.SUCKING.LEZZBEAU.TWATSLATCH..(Seriously, best kind, really, because these broads are creeping up on "LATE MIDDLE-WHORESAGE," and those scores can REALLY change in the BIO-WARFARE-BONUS stage..ESPECIALLY.IF.HONE.STGILL.HAS.A.WORKING.DIPLOMATIC.IMMUNE.SYSTEM..AND.BABY-BLUE-BYTE.BISH,.BELIEVE.IT..I.HAVE.TWO.)
Jackstar, [4/13/2024 20:30]
I can't leave the state and you are barely on a first name basis with me and surely there must be someone looking for me who is ready for your clutching grasp on the cockles of consensual reality. .SHE.IS.TOO.SLOW,.LEAVE.THAT.THING.RIGHT.THERE..
.NEXT.TO.THE.DUDEMAN.WHO.CAN.*STAMPS*.AUTHORIZE.PERMISSION.TO.GET.HIGH.AF,.CHIEF..JUST.ME.,RETARD..
.JUST
.FUCK
.HIM.ANY
.EN.EM.E-TWAT..
.JUST.ICE.ME.. (.milk.sop.twit.)
(I don't even feel like proofreading. Good luck, you're gonna need to burn one (1) missed T. Mttn. Dragon. HOT (^I^). p.s.: real fren. not lee. knot lee(chump/loser)..p.p.s.:.Why are you even here? WELL-WATER NOT.YET.RESTORED.
.THROW.THE.SHANE.DOWN.THE.WELL..("Bubbling Broth! Bubbling Broth! BUBBLING BROTHER IN BRINEY BOILING BROTH! Parkay!")..AND.THERE.HE.WILL.STAY,.INVERTED.SYS..
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Would you steal a car?
Would you steal my propriety work-in-progress product or other confidential personal information? I think you took it all and you didn't leave any. Talking to you is like dry-humping a kleptomaniacal mime wrapped in velcro. You Hoover up whatever and shit out anything and I couldn't lay dollars to doughnuts on whichever of you two geekhagz has compromised my identity the most.
When exactly did you decide to throw down and go whole hawg into "kill the man, take the estate" mode? Because that is what is immediately apparent--a total sweep. You had better practice on a wad of gum.
Oh bullshit you don't want to be read in or caught up. Its all you ever fucking whinge about on your podcast, how you're in the dark, how people keep you in the dark, how much you hate being kept in the dark and how it was a bad idea for "them" to have ever done so. I never know who "they" are,
Her father (Hail, Old Man.);
Her brother (Sup.);
Her mother (whore!);
Her sister (punchy whore!);
Her other, hawter sister (oink-oink-OINK!);
Her hottest other "sister"; (Needles.)
Her children (stop breaking into my house, AND YOU'RE NOT A CHILD YOU'RE A GOLEM CARRYING A DEA FED, ASSHOLE!);
Her siblings' children (with them, there may be hope for any future at all, since I saved her eyesight and life and that should count for something in the view of The Youth);
Her secret Masonic husbands (like... four? Is it even any of my business? They clearly have made my parent's estate their business, ASSHOLES!)
but there certainly seems to be a "they" or you wouldn't have been talking to yourself and your listeners about this persecution complex you've got going on if there was no "they," now would you?
Read what I am telling you, you arrogant shitsplat squirtbrain; it's been over two years. NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON HAS MADE ANY CONTACT AT ALL. Now, at first, this seemed strange... especially since it was a disastrous psychotic break with reality. (Because liability issues. There are ways around this, Hawt Baby Stepper.)
However, I have come to realize; that's not really all that different from what the woman had been programmed to do when I got there. She threw THREE (3) GLASS SHEET PANS OF LASAGNA directly onto the floor from the refrigerator. With what seemed a practiced motion! OPEN! GRAB! THROW! ON THE GROUND, CRASH! And I instantly thought: "I am not cleaning that up; I am going to jail. Fuck yeah! KCummin' again to save the motherfuckin' day! Yeah!" And so my entire response profile to this event was to... make sure I portrayed myself to be the larger threat to the inevitably arriving police.
Who were there the whole fucking time, naturally.
IT WAS AN AMBUSH. DELIBERATELY SET; AND MEANT TO DESTROY MY ENITRE LIFE. THIS IS ALGONQUIN SMUGGLING DYNASTY ROYALTY.
They do not play. They do not fuck around. And they absolutely will not, NOT EVEN EVER ONCE, give up zugzwang advantage without getting something quality in return. (I fucking love my family and if any more people get in between them and me I am going to call Judgement and it's gonna be KNIVES OUT, MOTHAFUCKAS!!!) And considering what they had going on in the background (privileged info), they didn't know what level of existential threat I represented at that time. Because no one actually knew... why I failed to accept my Prison Introductory Package; why I didn't return "home" after A 400-MILE-ROUND-TRIP (this dude was introduced to me as "a handyman" and he's fucking FRONTIN' THAT HE WAS MARRIED TO HER AND CARRYING ID WITH MY FUCKING NAME ON IT. (Magic paper perhaps, but why not a fake ID? Certainly he had been around long enough to do that. THE WHOLE GODDAM PLAN FROM BEFORE I MET THIS CLANDOWHORE WAS TO SNOW ME FROM KILIMANJARO TO THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER DELTA!) I could go on about this but I would prefer to respect The Court and wait until .I.AM.UNDER.DIVINE.AS.WELL.AS.LEGAL.OATH.. before explaining to anyone just EXACTLY.HOW.FUCKED.UP.YOU.ARE!!! (Spoiler alert: you totally fucking lose the case, Alligent. You so fucking do. David KOJ may judge, /salut)
I don't have any children, by the way. And I don't plan on having any. So you must be confused about something because if someone's child is haranguing you for some reason it'd probably be a good idea for you to take it up with someone who has a child. Not someone who doesn't.
Truly, blisteringly stupid: ewe are. OF COURSE I HAVE A GODBLESSED CHILD--I HAVE ALL OF THEM, IN FACT. (What I don't have is "guardianship" of any children, so keep writing those checks, Gopher-Purse.)
Oh wait. You were talking to the cardboard cut-out were you? She has nothing to say to you, and she actually gave me good advice: to not engage you on your bullshit. But I can't help myself. Its just too much fun arguing over the minutiae.
Huh. Are kaffir-spawn even allowed to engage? Must remember to Google.
====R.O.E..GOES.TO.HERE..====
.YOU.AND.YOUR.SISTER.(YOU.KNOW,.THE_ONE).HAVE.BEEN.TRAFFICKED..THERE.IS.NOT.A.SINGLE.REASON.WHY.A.PERSON.OTHER. THAN.YOURSELF.CANNOT.COMMUNICATE.WITH.ME,.EXCEPT,.OF.COURSE,.THE.WISHES.OF.THE.UBERPIMP.THAT.CURRENTLY.
CONTROLS.YOUR.PHYSICAL.REALITY.(FU.Q,.DAVE,).&AND.HE.DEMANDS.NOTHING.LESS.THAN.THE.COMPLETE.DISMANTLING.&AND.DESTRUCTION.OF.MY.LIFE,
.AND.A.KEY,.CRITICAL.COMPONENT.OF.MY.LIFE.IS.EWE,.(You),.&AND.YOUR.SISTER..OR.SISTERS,.ALSO. CERTAINLY,.YOUR.BROTHER..I.WOULD.LOVE.TO.GO.FISHING:.I.ACTUALLY.LIKE.TO.ENGAGE.IN.THE.SPORT..UNLIKE.SOME.
PEOPLE.WHO.DESIRE.TIME.WITH.YOUR.MORE.CEREBRAL.SIBLING..I.LIKE.HIM..I.HAVE.CHATTED.WITH.HIM.ONLINE.FOR.
YEARS,.ON.SEVERAL.FORUMS..YET,.HE.DOES.NOT.KNOW.ME.AT.ALL..AWKWARD..I.DID.NOT.UNDERSTAND.WHY.YOU.DID.NOT.
ANSWER.WHAT.WERE,.SEEMINGLY.TO.ME,.BASIC.&AND.SIMPLE.QUESTIONS..OF.COURSE.THEY.ARE.NOT..THIS.COMPLEXITY,
.AS.WELL.AS.OTHERS.HAVE.BEEN.LEVERAGED.BY.YOUR.UBERPIMP.FOR.THIS.ENTIRE.TIME..IT.WAS.ALWAYS.THE.INTENTION.
OF.THE.UBERPIMP.AND.HIS.MEWLING.COTERIE.OF.LICKSPITTLE.SYCOPHANTS,.,LED.BY.THUGJUNIOR,.TO.ELIMINATE.MY.
PHYSICAL.PRESENCE.AS.EXPEDIENTLY.AS.POSSIBLE..I.DID.NOT.REALIZE.THIS.UNTIL.RECENTLY,.FOR.I.AM.UNUSED.TO.THE
.WAYS.&AND.MEANS.OF.YOUR.PEOPLE..FOR.WE.ARE.NOT.THE.SAME..AND.THE.GOALS.OF.YOUR.UBERPIMP.AND.HIS.THUGGY-PIGGY.BROOD,.WHILE.ULTIMATELY.A.MYSTERY.TO.ME,.ARE.WILDLY.INCOMPATIBLE.WITH.WHAT.I.WOULD.TERM."NORMALCY".
.YOU.SURELY.KNOW.THIS.TO.BE.TRUE,.FOR.MY.ENCOUNTERS.WITH.THUGJUNIOR--HE,.HE. AND.HIS.ILK-.HAVE.BEEN.OVERWHELMINGLY.DISCRIMINATORY..THESE.PEOPLE.ARE.NOT.STUPID..YET.THEY.ARE.
VERY.SHORT-SIGHTED..BY.FAILING.TO.ESTABLISH.DIPLOMATIC.RELATIONS.BETWEEN.YOUR.PEOPLES.AND.MY.PERSON.WHEN.
THE.OPPORTUNITIES.HAVE.PRESENTED.THEMSELVES--FOR,.I.HAVE.MADE.OVERTURES--GREAT.DAMAGE.HAS.BEEN.DONE.TO.OUR.COMBINED.FUTURE.TIMELINES.AND.THE.OPPORTUNITIES.THAT.MAY.HAVE.BEEN.
AVAILABLE.TO.SHARE..FOR.EXAMPLE:.YOUR.SISTER.IS.-NEVER-.LIVING.HERE.AGAIN..NOT.FOR.ONE.GODDAM.NIGHT.(Bitch.).NOTE.THAT.I.AM.USING.THE.WORD.*NEVER*.HERE. ALSO,.HER.SPOOKYTHUGGY.FOOTMAN,.YOU.KNOW.WHICH,.(ALTHOUGH.I.DARESAY.I.NEVER.WILL.AND.THANK.G-D.FOR.THAT.),IS.ONLY.WELCOME.UNDER.SPECIFIC.CONDITIONS..HIS.ACTIONS,.WHICH.HAVE.INCLUDED.BURGLARY,.LARCENY,.
.SABOTAGE,.&AND.RACE-TREASON,.HAVE.CAUSED.ME.SIGNIFICANT.PROBLEMS.AND.HE.DOES.NOT.GIVE.ONE.
SINGLE.RIPE.WET.SHIT..THAT.IS.AS.IT.SHOULD.BE..SIMILARLY,.YOUR.BROTHER.IS.ABSOLUTELY.DISINCLINED.TO.PALAVER.
WITH.ME.IN.ANY.FASHION,.INCLUDING.MINI-SKIRT,.BECAUSE.OF.THE.PRESENCE.OF.THE.UBERPIMP.AND.THE.COMPETING
.INTERESTS.OF.THE.SUB-GANG.LEAD.BY.THUGJUNIOR..WHO.IS.BANNED.FOR.LIFE..POINT.BLANK.PERIOD.
.I.DO.NOT.CARE.IF.HE.IS.LITERALLY.BLEEDING.TO.DEATH..HE.CAN.DIE.OUT.ON.THE.GODDAM.SHOULDER.OF.THE.HIGHWAY.
WITH.HIS.DOPESICK.MUG.AND.HIS.GREASY.HAIR.SPLAYED.ACROSS.THE.TARMAC,.DRYING.OUT.IN.THE.SUN..HOPEFULLY.
FROM.A.RELENTLESSLY.BLEEDING.SCALP.WOUND..I.HAVE.ABSOLUTELY.HAD.IT.WITH.THAT.CHURLISH.WANKER.AND.IF.I.
EVER.SEE.HIM.SET.FOOT.ON.MY.LAND--FOR.THIS.IS.MY.LAND,.&AND.MY.LAND.IS.NOT.FOR.SALE--I.WILL.FIND.A.WAY.TO.HAVE.HIS.ASS.BANISHED.TO.THE.POISON.SWAMP..HEAD-FIRST..I.AM.NOT.PLAYING..HE.IS.A.VILE..REPREHENSIBLE,.AND.LOATHSOME,
.BARELY-HUMAN.BEING,.BEING.A.SNOT-BAG.SNOB.AND.HE.IS.FOREVERMORE.BANISHED.FROM.MY.DEMESENE..NEVER.HAVE.I.EVER.SEEN.SUCH.DISRESPECT.
DISPLAYED.TO.A.PARENT,.AND.WHILE.I.DO.NOT.KNOW.WHICH.OF.YE.ACTUALLY.BORE.AND.SUCKLED.THUGJUNIOR,
.I.KNOW.TOO.MUCH.ARLEADY..MY.BILE.RISES.IN.MY.THROAT.WHEN.I.CONSIDER.WHAT.I.HAVE.SEEN.HIM.DOING.WITH.HIS
.TIME.FOR.THE.LAST.TWO.YEARS..MORE.THAN.TWO.ACTUAL.CALENDAR.YEARS,.AND.NOT.ONE.COMMUNICATION.FROM...
WHOMEVER,.TO.ME,.HAS.BEEN.BROUGHT..&AND.THIS.SHOULD.NOT.HAVE.BEEN.A.DIFFICULT.NOTION.FOR.HIM.TO.GRASP.
.HE.SHOULD.NOT.HAVE.HAD.TO.HAVE.BEEN.TOLD..IT.SHOULD.HAVE.BEEN.AUTOMATIC..FOR.I.LOVE.YOU,.&AND.
YOU.LOVED.ME,.&AND.OTHERS.OF.THE.FAMILY.DO.AS.WELL..OR.DID..I.AM.AGHAST.WHEN.I.CONSIDER.WHAT.HAS.HAPPENED
.TO.THE.BOND.THAT.WE.ONCE.SHARED,.BUILT.BETWEEN.US.THROUGH.TIMES.&AND.TRIALS,.AND.NO.SMALL.EXPENDITURE
.OF.MONEY..MONEY!..MONEY.THAT.WAS.LEGALLY.PROSCRIBED.IN.ACCORDANCE.WITH.TERMS.OF.THE.TRUST.DOCUMENT.TO
.BE.SPENT.FOR.MY.BENEFIT..THAT.IS.IMPORTANT.TO.UNDERSTAND:.TRUST.MONIES.-MUST-.BE.SPENT.FOR.
MY.BENEFIT.&AND.MY.BENEFIT.ALONE..THE.SPIRITS.HAVE.INFORMED.ME.THAT.THERE.IS.AN.EGREGIOUS.IMBALANCE.
BETWEEN.CURRENCY.ENERGIES,.IN.THAT.NOT.A.SINGLE.PENNY.I.SPENT.ON.THAT.GODDAM.SHITWEASEL,.THUGJUNIOR--"I baptise thee in the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost: B.U.G.S.Y.T.H.U.G.E.J.U.N.I.O.R..SO.MOTE.IT.BE,.AMEN,.&AND.PRAISE.ALL-AH!".JUST.KIDDING..LET.US.
PRAISE.JESUS.("Hail. Satan, beachniggercoonniggerbitch! And yeah, that just happened, you're a fucking Muslim Satanist now, Fuck-0, and I could have made you into a goddam Hare Krishna if I had felt like it. Bald-ass head, orange robe, chanting, beads on a robe, soap prohibitions, the whole nine goddam yards. I am that ranking level, and your ancestors, who tell me that you barely know Jack or shit about them, are in fact that disgusted with your behavior, as would all civilized persons be if I told them just a few stories. You have complicated the lives of certain *key* members of your family in ways you cannot even conceive--not because they are complex, but because you don't have the cognitive capacity to grasp the concepts of equity and nobility and you're not even a teenage dirtbag. .YOU.ARE.A.EWE.TODDLER. .NOW.GO.APOLOGIZE.TO.YOUR.MOTHER.WITH.THE.FULL.FORCE.OF.THE.DIVINE.BEHIND.YOU,.&AND.I.KNOW
.YOU.DO.NOT.KNOW.WHAT.TO.APOLOGIZE.FOR.SO.I.AM.GOING.TO.TELL.YOU:.YOU.HAVE.EMBARASSED.YOUR.MOTHER.&AND
.YOU.HAVE.EMBARASSED.B..J..,WHO.HAS.JUST.BROKEN.UP.WITH.YOU.
(*kringesnap*)
.IT.FOREVER.ENDZ.FOR.YOU..HERE.&AND.NOW..BELIEVE.IT..).NO.SMALL.JOKE,.KID.ICHOROUS..ONE.THAT.I.MAKE.WITH.THE.
INSPIRATION.OF.THE.ALL-FATHER.ODIN,.WHO.HAS.JUST.INFORMED.ME.THAT.HE.HIMSELF.WILL.TEACH.ME.THE.WAYS.OF
.THE.TAKING.OF. SCALPS,.IF.I.AGREE.TO.LET.ODIN.PRIME.TAKE.ONE.OF.THOSE.LITTLE.THUGGY-PIGGY.EYEBALLS.AS.HIS.REPLACEMENT,.CHATTEL.BADGE,.AND.PRIME.VISION.TROPHY..A.TEMPTING.OFFER.TO.BE.SURE.
BUT.I.NEED.YOU.TO.BE.SUPPORTIVE.TO.YOUR.MOTHER,.WHOMSOEVER.WHICHEVER.ONE.MEMBER.OF.THE.
FAMILY.TRIBAL.TWAT-LITTER.IS.STILL.WILLING.TO.CLAIM.OWNERSHIP.OF.YOUR.GENOMIC.CORPUS,.COOPER-SHITTER.
.BE.GLAD.I.AM.NOT.ANGRY..YET.I.HAVE.BEEN.HUNG.OUT.TO.DRY.HERE..AND.I.KNOW.THAT.CERTAIN.*KEY*.CRITICAL.
INDIVIDUALS.KNOW.WHERE.THIS.PLACE.IS.LOCATED.AS.WELL..MARK.MY.WORDS,.PUNYSCIONLING:.YOU.DO.NOT.WANT.
THIS.MATTER.TO.ESCALATE..YOU.ALSO.DO.NOT.WISH.TO.INTERFERE.WITH.YOUR.MOTHER'S.CHOICE.OF.CONVEYANCE.AND.
TIME.OF.TRAVEL.TO.THUG.E-PHAM.6-FARM..SHE.WILL.COME.AND.GO.FROM.HERE,.AS.SHE.
HERSELF.CHOOSES,.AT.WHATEVER.TIME.SHE.CHOOSES.TO.ARRANGE,.WITH.HER.ACCOMPANYING.CHOICE.OF.BOUND.
CHATTEL.CHAPERONE,.(THIS.IS.MANDATORY.FOR.THE.TIME.BEING).EITHER.A.SIBLING .OR.A.NIECE,.AND.NOT.THAT_SIBLING,.NOR,THOSE_NEPHEWS;
.FOR.THIS.IS.A.STRICT."NO.BOYS".ENVIRONMENT.NOW..I.AM.LORD.OF.THE.DEMESENE..MY.WORD.HERE,BACKED
.BY.THE.DIVINE.HAS.THE.FORCE.OF.DIVINE.JUDGEMENT.&AND.LAW..&AND,.YES,.YES.INDEED-LEIGH-DEED-LEIGH.D..E..W..,IT.IS.GOOD.TO.BE.THE.KING..
BUT.IT.IS.DAMN.FINER.BY.DAMN.FAR,.TO.BE.THE.MASTER.OF.THE.HOUSE.AS.WELL.AS.THE.LORD.OF.THE.DEMESNE,.AND.TO
.HAVE.BESTED.THE.LOCAL.LORD.OF.THE.UNDERWORLD,.IN.DIVINE.COMBAT,.IN.THREE.OUT.OF.THREE.REGISTERED.
CONTESTS..I.DOMINATED.HIS.WOMP.WOMP.ASS...&AND.HE.IS.NO.PUSHOVER,.EITHER.
.YET.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR..AND.THE.SECURITY.WARDS.PROTECTING.THIS.HOLY.CONSECRATED.CHURCH/RESIDENCE,.ON.
A.FIRM.FOUNDATION.PLACED.SQUARELY.(PENDING.MASE.APPROVAL).UPON.HALLOWED.GROUND.ARE.VERIFIED.
AS.CAPABLE.OF.CAPABLY.PROTECTING.THOSE.PRECIOUS.FEW.WHO.SHALL.BE.ALLOWED.TO.COME.AND.GO.HERE.AS.
THEY.SHOULD.SO.PLEASE..
.THIS.ARRANGEMENT.AND.THIS.DOCUMENT.HAVE.SANCTION.UNDER.FULL.FORCE.AND.COLOUR.OF.LOCAL.JURISDICTIONAL
.LAW.AS.WELL.AS.DIVINE.RIGHT.OF.IMPERATOR.EDICT,.BOTH.SO.ABOVE.AND.AS.BELOW..#OFFICIAL..THERE.ARE.GUARDS.
.THERE.IS.SURVEILLANCE..AND.SHOULD.THE.LADY.IN.QUESTION.SO.WILL.IT,.SHE.CAN.COME.IN,.GET.COMFY,.AND.GET.HIGH
.AF.WITH.ME,.PENDING.CHAPERONIC.APPROVAL..AND.YOU.WILL.SUPPLY.YOUR.MOTHER.WITH.WHATEVER.SHE.SAYS.SHE.
DESIRES,.WITHOUT.QUESTION,.DEBATE,.DISCUSSION,.OR.ANY.ARGUMENT.FROM.YOU.WHATSOEVER..POINT.BLANK.PERIOD.
.YOU.WILL.DO.AS.SHE.SAYS..YOU.WILL.NOT.SPY.ON.HER.OR.TAKE.NOTES.ON.HER.CHOICES,.NOR.WILL.YOU.FOLLOW.OR.
TAIL.HER.IN.ANY.WAY.SHAPE.OR.FORM..FAILURE.TO.COMPLY.WITH.THESE.PENITENT.DIRECTIVES.WILL.
RESULT.IN.ASSIGNMENTS.OF.PENANCE,.DIRECTLY.DOWN.TO.YOU,.DIRECTLY.FROM.THE.DIVINE..FROM.GOD.ALMIGHTY,.WILLIAM.TIMMY.COOPER..DO.
YOU.FEEL.ME.ON.THIS,.BUNYIP?.(OOPS.AUTOCORRECT.THAT.IS.NOT.YOUR.NEW.NAME.NOW..BUT.YOUR.BITCH-ASS.IS.
A.MUSLIM.SATANIST.NOW,.AND.THAT.IS.#OFFICIAL..)
.AND.YOU.ARE.GODDAM.SINGLE.NOW..DEAL.WITH.IT..
.SIGNED,.
.K7CZI,.JACKSTAR:.DESTROYER.OF.DREAMS,.DATERS,.AND.DEMESNE-INVADING.FAGHAG.RAPEMONKEYS.ON.DOUBLE-SECRET.PROBATION..
.HE.IS.NOT.GROUNDED..
.HE.IS.CRASHED.TO.THE.GROUND.WITH.ABSOLUTELY.ZERO.SURVIVORS..
.WITH.GOD,
.I.HAVE.MADE.MYSELF.CRYSTAL.CLEAR..AND,.I.WILL
.CONTINUE.TO.DO.SO,.AND.BY.THE.FULL.FORCE.OF.THE.AUTHORITY.THAT.I.DO.IN.FACT.POSSESS,.I.DECLARE.THE.FOLLOWING:
.A.GRAPEFRUIT.CAN.CALL.ME.ON.THE.TELEPHONE.ANY.GODDAM.TIME.SHE.WANTS.TO..BUT,.SHE.MAY.NOT.USE.VIDEO.CALLING,
.FOR.WE.ARE.EACH.OF.US.FAR.TOO.PRETTY.FOR.OUR.TATTERED.AND.TORN.HEARTS.TO.BEAR.OURSELVES.THE.SIGHT.
THEREOF.AT.THIS.TIME..I.AM.GETTING.THE.NIGHTSWEATS.ALREADY.JUST.THINKING.OF.IT..THAT.IS.BECAUSE.THIS.IS.NOT.AN
.ATTEMPT.TO.CONTACT.ANY.A..F..SHAW,.FOR.IF.IT.WERE,.I.WOULD.BE.GOING.TO.PRISON--AND.
JACKSTAR.MICHAELSUNE.DOES.NOT.PLAY.THAT..WHEW.
.CLOSE.CALL,.JUDGE.(PROT-PETTY)..BTW,.JUDGE.(PROT-PETTY):.FUCK.YOUR.MOTHER..
.BAILEY.(ANY).CAN.CALL.ME.VIA.ANY.DEVICE.AT.ANY.TIME.OF.HER.CONVENIENCE.AND.OF.HER.CHOOSING,.HOWEVER.SHE.IS
.REQUIRED.TO.DO.SO.WHILE.REMAINING.IN.A.SECLUDED.AREA.AND.WHILE.ALONE..BECAUSE.REASONS..(EXCEPTION:.ZELDA)..ALSO,.THAT.WHORE.THAT.JANE.CALLS.A.MOTHER.IS.EXPLICITLY.BANNED.FROM.ANY.PIGGY-BACK.COMMS..(It's bad luck; and so are her whorish-toes..SCAT.).
CHARLES.(ANY).[PROT-RILEY].IS.EXPLICITLY.BANNED.FROM.ANY.CONTACT.WHATSOEVER.WITH.THE.RESIDENTS,.OCCUPANTS, .&AND/OR.BOUND.CHATTEL.STAFF.OF.THUG.E-PHAM.6-FARM.UNTIL.JUST.&AND.PROPER.ENVOYS.OF.DIPLOMACY.HAVE.BEEN. ESTABLISHED.BETWEEN.THE.LORD.OF.THE.DEMESNE.AND.WHATEVER.STEVEN.SEAGAL.JUNIOR-BUTT-FATHER.IS.CALLING. HIMSELF.THESE.DAYS..VALID.STATE-ISSUED.I..D..WILL.BE.REQUIRED..POSITIVE.I..D..WILL.BE.REQUIRED..A.PINEAPPLE-TOPPED.PIZZA.PREPARED.BY.THAT.PHAERIE.GODDESS.HE.CALLS.A.(BLANK).WILL.NOT.AND.WILL.NEVER.BE.REQUIRED... BUT.IS.STRONGLY.ENCOURAGED..ON.THE.DAILY!..&AND.SO.SAY.WE.ALL,.HUZZAH!.
.ALL.TEAT-TITLED.ABBOS.ALWAYS.WELCLOME.ALL.WAYS..
.&AND.IF.ANY.OF.YOU.WISE.GUYS.DO.NOT.LIKE.ANY.OF.THIS...THAT.IS.TOO.FUCKIN'.BAD..j*eol055:045
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You do not know who I am or what I want. You cannot know what I will do next.
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You do not know who I am or what I want. You cannot know what I will do next.
Prevaricate. You are the one who is far too proud to just tell me. Ergo, you must be T. It is peak apex cringe.
Meanwhile I don't need to know what you want. I already know. I'm game.
I lost my cute little hat.
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I don't need to know what you want. I already know.
Alright. Try me.
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Would you steal my propriety work-in-progress product or other confidential personal information?
It depends what version of the truth you're believing today, Jack. I could give you a sincere answer, yet it would never seem good enough to you. The real answer is no. But if you're referring to the times we've done interviews together, I've conducted them and made bank, and you've gotten bupkis, I guess you could frame that as some kind of underhanded thievery.
I suppose it's why every time I get you on the record you bullshit me and feed me nonsense, but as soon as you know there's no skin in the game you tell me incredible tales that'd blow peoples minds. You know precisely how to work the system, and for that I must applaud you. Your vigour for life continues to appal me.
I think you took it all and you didn't leave any.
You can think what you want. You don't live in Communist China, right? And by the way, what does the price of tea have to do with anything? Get back to me on that. Be sure to have your people get in touch with my people. I'm sick of writing cheques for lawyers and haemorrhaging money left right and centre. Ultimately, it doesn't even matter-- But still, we all gotta put bread on the table and meat in the pot, y'know.
Talking to you is like dry-humping a kleptomaniacal mime wrapped in velcro. You Hoover up whatever and shit out anything and I couldn't lay dollars to doughnuts on whichever of you two geekhagz has compromised my identity the most.
Those are kind words compared to the abuse I'm used to receiving from you. Really? You hold that much contempt in your heart for me? After all we've been through? Are you sure you're not just like in a coma somewhere and this is all a really bad dream? I can't do much else but be who I am. And if who I am to you is a hut dwelling mud savage (paraphrase) what could I possibly do to change your mind? Nothing. Oh wait, I guess I could start towing your line. But seeing as though you move the goal posts around at will, I'll never live up to your ridiculously high standards. No one ever could. Guess its just you and your sadness mattress-- From now until the day your heart stops beating. I'm not looking forward to that day. And if you thought I was, you've got shit all the way twisted and nothing I can say will change your mind.
When exactly did you decide to throw down and go whole hawg into "kill the man, take the estate" mode? Because that is what is immediately apparent--a total sweep. You had better practice on a wad of gum.
When did you decide to monkey around with peoples lives? Maybe whatever it is you're going through is simply karma. And Azzerae has nothing to do with it.
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It depends what version of the truth you're believing today, Jack. I could give you a sincere answer, yet it would never seem good enough to you. The real answer is no.
I'm sure you've been on the up-and-up the whole time. :massive dynamic rolleyes:
But if you're referring to the times we've done interviews together, I've conducted them and made bank, and you've gotten bupkis, I guess you could frame that as some kind of underhanded thievery.
.THAT.IS.EXACTLY.WHAT.IT.IS.YOU.ASSHOLE..
I suppose it's why every time I get you on the record you bullshit me and feed me nonsense, but as soon as you know there's no skin in the game you tell me incredible tales that'd blow peoples minds. You know precisely how to work the system, and for that I must applaud you. Your vigour for life continues to appal me.
There are some things that you are not meant to know. Helping you get around this gatekeeping issue is not my concern.
You can think what you want. You don't live in Communist China, right? And by the way, what does the price of tea have to do with anything? Get back to me on that. Be sure to have your people get in touch with my people.
.I.DO.NOT.HAVE.ANY.PEOPLE..
I'm sick of writing cheques for lawyers and haemorrhaging money left right and centre.
Imagine the money you would have saved by not leaving me fucked off and alone to die!
Ultimately, it doesn't even matter-- But still, we all gotta put bread on the table and meat in the pot, y'know.
I don't care if you have to go vegan. Your nutritional requirements are not mine own.
Those are kind words compared to the abuse I'm used to receiving from you. Really? You hold that much contempt in your heart for me? After all we've been through?
How is there a "we" when you have lawyers and bread and circuses, and I have everyone on the goddam planet ignoring my phone calls and talking to some jagoff pretending to be me?
Are you sure you're not just like in a coma somewhere and this is all a really bad dream? I can't do much else but be who I am.
And if who I am to you is a hut dwelling mud savage (paraphrase) what could I possibly do to change your mind? Nothing. Oh wait, I guess I could start towing your line. But seeing as though you move the goal posts around at will, I'll never live up to your ridiculously high standards. No one ever could. Guess its just you and your sadness mattress-- From now until the day your heart stops beating. I'm not looking forward to that day. And if you thought I was, you've got shit all the way twisted and nothing I can say will change your mind.
.YOU.DISINGENOUS.PRAT..THERE.ARE.AT.LEAST.FOUR.PEOPLE.USING.YOUR.GODDAM.IDENTITY.ON.YOUR.OWN.SODDING.FORUM..
When did you decide to monkey around with peoples lives? Maybe whatever it is you're going through is simply karma. And Azzerae has nothing to do with it.
How do you have nothing to do with it while you're a) making bank, b) paying lawyers, & c) deliberately misleading me as to the facts and the nature of historical events?
I just can't even with you. Buy me another fridge.
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The beamish boy goes full Falkie.
Genius.
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full Falkie.
Well, it's like this: you created the model from a future quantum reflection through spacetime enabled by unauthorized use of Looking Glass technology.
Genius.
In truth — Intelligent Design in action. Now, let me tell you how it's going to be working out:
.I.HAVE.PERMISSION.AND.I.HAVE.DEMONSTRATED.THE.ABILITY.TO.DO.AS.I.AM.INSTRUCTED..
.AND.YOU.BRILLIANT.LOT,.YOU.DEMONSTRATED.THE.ABILITY.TO.GENERATE.22.UNREAD.PAGES..OH!.HOW.I.SEETHE.TO.KNOW!..
.AND.ALSO:.A.PRIVATE.FACEBOOK.GROUP.WHERE.EVERYONE.BUT.ME.WAS.WELCOMED,.BUT.MY.NAME.WAS.STILL.ATTACHED..WEIRD..
.THANKFULLY,.THIS.DELICATE.MATTER.CAN.BE.HANDLED.PRIVATELY..AND,.I.AIN’T.BEEN.DRIVEN.INSANE..
.NOR.AM.I.PRISON-BOUND..THUS,.I.GUESS.FORECASTS.WERE...INACCURATE..HOPEGULLY,.THIS.MARKS.THE.END.OF.THE.ISSUES.WITH.JACKSTAR..
.THOSE.OF.YOU.STILL.UPSET:.COOL.īT..
.THOSE.OF.YOU.STILL.IN.THE.DARK...PRAISE.īT..
.AND:.THOSE.OF.YOU.TRAPPED.IN.A.SEX-LESS.MARRIAGE...WEIRD..HOW.DID.YOU.NOT.SEE.THAT.COMING?..
“.ATACS.TO.ST..CYRIL!..ATACS.TO.ST..CYRIL!..SQUAWK!!..”
if you're referring to the times we've done interviews together, I've conducted them and made bank, and you've gotten bupkis, I guess you could frame that as some kind of underhanded thievery.
Those are kind words compared to the abuse I'm used to receiving from you. Really? You hold that much contempt in your heart for me? After all we've been through? Are you sure you're not just like in a coma somewhere and this is all a really bad dream? I can't do much else but be who I am. And if who I am to you is a hut dwelling mud savage (paraphrase) what could I possibly do to change your mind? Nothing. Oh wait, I guess I could start towing your line. But seeing as though you move the goal posts around at will, I'll never live up to your ridiculously high standards. No one ever could. Guess its just you and your sadness mattress-- From now until the day your heart stops beating. I'm not looking forward to that day. And if you thought I was, you've got shit all the way twisted an
nothing I can say will change your mind.
No; but one welcome to catch a Tampering and/or Obstruction charge... if one wishes. Please, by all means. Be my guest. Throw away that job as a stoolie that one has been laughably calling “a career,” too!
I don't know who you are—and we are all so very grateful for that. I didn't *wanna* know who *any* of any of y'all were! Thanks for the tarbaby invite package, lol, holy shite!
When did you decide to monkey around with peoples lives?
Wrong attribution; but when J.B. jumped on my Facebook to *literally gorilla-beating-chest thuggin’” .SCARE.ME.OFF.. (this still happens? Oh yeah, obsolete software), I received broadly-applicable and remarkably tolerant social media street-cred.
The less said about this, the better. FWIW; this outcome was blueprinted out, and checks out in the simulator... so it's safe for me to take it to the hilt.
It is not safe for anyone to watch. And... honestly, why would they? (Well, I *am* a star now.) Think how boring it was before.
As I laid in wait-ta;
In my oubliette-ta. And, I can't snap the fingers on my right hand.
Because... reasons. May I please... not have to talk about īT?
But seeing as though you move the goal posts around at will, I'll never live up to your ridiculously high standards. No one ever could.
Let's just say, for the sake of appearances... it's possible now.
1.) Ū mad, bro?
2.) Why so serious, bruh?
3.) Remember when openly laughing about prison and HIV+/A.I.D.S. s de rigueur? Well, let's agree to forget about it.
Or not, you know. Whatevah. It's basically your call since you've got so much skin in the game.
I don't know who you are; I'm not repeating this conversation; and I was never really here.
(And I would have preferred to do this privately... but Thunderdome is as lightning sees.)
we've done interviews together, I've conducted them and made bank, and you've gotten bupkis
Au contraire, mes amies. I have gotten satisfaction. Meantime what you've got, what all youze guise got amounted to a set of steak knives.
First prize was the Cadillac. Third prize was you're fired. What more could anybody ask for? Seriously!! My head mounted on the hood as a hood ornament??
Good choice, actually. However, number one, there's an energy conflict between my Royal Hungarian blood chemistry and the garbage nanotech Cadillac pumps into their paint.
Why? Why Cadillac, is more like it. (Imagine the smell.) Number two, I won't pay those licenses, and I respect that brand. How do they do it? What do they do? Why do they get to do it? Beats the shit out of me.
Similarly, I didn't know you “made bank” offa me in any way. (Kudos.) And this is not a shakedown. (Heavens forfend.) However... umm... no, I am not letting anyone’s wife claim sanctuary here.
You're all on your own. Relax. It could have been so much worse... she could have lied to dispatch TWICE.
And, long story short: that's what happened to her and she and they and I... and when I can talk openly about it, I shall. In the meantime, it's Semper Fidelis allllll daaaaay looooooong.
Because you made bank, and I'm undeniably lacking in civil and criminal culpability. While this may seem unfair. it's really not.
It's sad, tho. So sad.
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I'll drop the Aids thing if you'll drop this.
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You're all on your own. Relax.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRRqxnjslb0
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Remember when openly laughing about prison and HIV+/A.I.D.S. s de rigueur? Well, let's agree to forget about it.
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Oh, I remember fine.
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Oh, I remember fine.
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.DO.THE.RīTE.THING..
.FUN.D-LIFE,.FUND.Jackstar..
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I can't believe this is what it's come to: trashy e-begging.
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I can't believe this is what it's come to: trashy e-begging.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_XSShVAnkY
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I can't believe this is what it's come to: trashy e-begging.
Step One: Drive one’s Self into destitution.
Step Two: Be coercively manipulated into a pointless road trip.
Step Three: Run out of gas.
Works like a charm. First time, then eacg7lb
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hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_XSShVAnkY
Master Trollda! Where have you been all my life?
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Check out this screen shot of your boy in action. Y'all need to leash that puppy.
Also: people ought not to tell me to curb my speech. Never gonna happen.
You wouldn't like me when I get quiet, and they wouldn't like being crippled for life. It just don't sound kosher, I reckon.
ZUGZWANG. (Traditions.) Also, your mother is not a whore. She's a Hood Rat King Shaw-Man Witchy-Switch-Hes Which¿,Tīch·Everwench witch, and you know goddam well that is a true fact.
(Definitions.)
The men here who are preventing my friend(s) from communicating with me are cowardly, faggot scum and Authority knows *exactly* who they are. They also know exactly where they are: Texas.
That state and Tel Aviv are two of the only places on Earth where I could be, in theory, be shot dead on first sight after exiting.a plane and being spotted by, say for example, “a heroic off-duty peace officer,” who will easily and readily be able to say that “(he) didn't like the way Kuczi was getting uppity with the bound chattel property” and this is why you stupid Bellgab obsessives should have known better.
Her family is *never* going to let this go. Note that I am using the word “never” here. Now then..
When did Tamara and Allison meet, when did they start having a hidden clandestine sexual affair, and why does it take so many totesgay faggot supreme untermensch, like those here at Bellgab, to “protect” my friends from talking to me? Come come, Mister All-Ī§-Stairs. You don't have to play dumb with mE.
Tell me everything. Omit nothing. Do it. Do it with no dallying. Or I swear to you, the following events will occur:
The Fallout will begin to, once again, spread relentlessly throughout The Land.
I will find a counselor, a psychologist, a psychiatrist, & a candlemaker-who-fucks-bakers everything they need to know.
I will then tell your mother everything she wants to know, as well as everything she didn't want to know, and still doesn't. (Cad.) And you should see the two losers serving out next to my car here in Buckley. I'm in the Safeway parking lot for, oh, about five hours now.
And I'm not using voice to text. I'm writing. (So of these salty WYTEKLAN doughnegs have never seen anyone actually literate before. They are mesmerized at the sight of me.) IN.BUCK.
LEIGH. NOW, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN THIS TOWN FOR THE LAST FIVE HOURS, d00D? ASK YOURSELF THIS QUESTION.
ASK ∆TAMARA AS WELL WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, WHITEBOI.
IT IS NOT A JOKE, DICKBREATH. PUT THE WOMEN ON THE PHONE WITH ME—UNBLOCK OUR COMMUNICATIONS, IN OTHER WORDS—OR I WILL TAKE STEPS.
BOLD, BEAUTIFUL STEPS THAT BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WILL SPEAK OF IN HUSHED TONES AS SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES CONTINUE TO UNFOLD FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LIED TO CLERGY.
THAT'S ME, DUMMY. QLERGY. OR CLERGY. AS YOU LIKE, KAFE-FEAR-MAN. THERE HAVE BEEN CONSEQUENCES ALREADY, AND MANY OF THEM HAVE ALREADY BEEN PRETTY SPECIAL.
THEY CAN GET A LOT MORE CONSEQUENTIAL.AT ANY TIME.
NOTE THAT I AM USING THE NAME ANNIE HERE.
OAK LEAVES, ANNIE: SURPRISE, MOTHERFUCKER,. YOU'RE DOAKING IN IR. AND YOU HERE ALL KNOW IT.
CONSEQUENCES. SPECIAL, STUNNING ONES.
CUNNING WONZ. (Just how stupid would you like to be made to look? That's not my usual area, but nevertheless I find myself still standing and I have an array of interesting options here.
You don't.) .I.will.explain:
LOCKED.IN!
NO.WAY.OUT
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Master Trollda! Where have you been all my life?
“your life.” for fuck‘s sake, Ty.
Blessings. Bluh—zing!
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Master Trollda! Where have you been all my life?
The troll will be with you, always.
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The troll will be with you, always.
I'll be in the clothes dryer frying and bangin’ seven gram rocks if anybody needs mE. Semper fi.
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https://twitter.com/KucziMichealC/status/1785504625489277288?t=vPZP6YSusxaBJG1PaudDWw&s=19
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https://www.youtube.com/live/JNMw4w8Myzo?si=jNWWq3MHNyCBKRAk
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https://twitter.com/MaxNegJak/status/1786103182051140071
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https://youtu.be/EbcvFF5zej4
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The troll will be with you, always.
.BīTCH.YOU.ARE.THE.TROLL..
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Don't threaten murder. Trust me on this.
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https://youtu.be/_MiUP-uM45Q
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It wasn't a threat;
.&AND.YOU.ARE.ALREADY.DEAD..
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“Fuck you, Dave...”
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.BīTCH.YOU.ARE.THE.TROLL..
It sounds crazy but it just might work.
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https://youtu.be/V2ZlBtlk4H4?si=pDWCPVZtXGe-zE1R
Posting a re-run today because it's my birthday and I am too busy being .UNFATHOMABLY.AWESOME. to make more content for you filthy animals.
Semper fidelis.