ELEVEN ELEVEN EWE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOR
I'm so empty here without you, I crack my xerox hands.
I don't know what that means but I hope it hurts while you sit around and contemplate the consequences of your past choices. You all deliberately left me in the dark and fed me bullshit to an extent far surpassing any sane metric under any sane circumstance and irrespective of the reasoning--
I know you all thought you were doing the right thing, and now we all know that you were/are a gang of filthy amoral no-account drug abusing deadbeat creepers and perverts--
You still could have done better and whomever told Grapefruit to lie to me for an entire year after Dallas can smoke a goddam turd in Hell. IDGAF who or what, hiding in the shadows under any circumstances and pushing THAT woman around in order to get THIS man to behave in whatever slagged-off fashion that, at the minimum, a pair of DEA junkie thuggie total pricks thougth was best, WAS NOT BEST.
Don't bother defending yorurselves--you know who you are, Skinjob & Co.-- because while mistakes were made, it did not have to be taken to an abusive limit and yet, it goddam has. It's STILL abuse, you arrogant cocksucking obsolete Fed fuckernutters, your goddam agency is shit, it's the most corrupt thing I've ever seen, and were I to hire a legal team and pursue recompense I would imagine I would have seen a pretty penny by now.
I have chosen a path less traveled, one available to me since instead of just pretending someone I am close to never existed, I chose to uncover the truth of things, and rather than publishing a tell-all book or threatening to, I have done something else.
Fast forward to now. I don't need to have sex with Grapefruit--that's what someone else demands. I don't need exclusive access to my friend(s)--that's what someone else demands.
And I don't need to watch your shitbag Agency of Doperfuckheads on E 24/7 burn to the goddam ground every night, only to be reconstituted each morning--that's just what happens since on most planes of reality y'all were taken over by the Sons and Daughters of TUBAL-Cain, long ago.
You're fucking vampires and you, pardon my French: SUCK. (Get back to it on your own time.)
I am entitled to my opinion and that is mine, it is this and will be for a while... YOU ALL DONE FUCKED UP BIG TIME. NOw when you're done being a bunch of arrogant twerps about it perhaps there will be common ground left over to build upon.
In the meantime you drooling chuckleheads have fucked up my life FOR NOTHING and you're gonna goddam pay. Further, thanks for flushing out the tiny portion of the world's population that thinks I need to be exterminated. Come get some.
p.s. KGK can hire a goddam lawyer and lift that RO, or... leave it intact, I had no interest in harassing her, and although I can imagine the vulnerability and the fear, she has nothing to fear from me, lol. (I can see why others might still hate on her. Her and her ilk.) Similarly, same for Grapefruit.
And I mean to have a fucking conversation before "moving on." If that's too much fucking trouble for anyone, I won't just hire a fucking lawyer, I WILL GO TO GODDAM LAW SCHOOL AND MAKE YOUR WORLD A MEDIEVAL ONE WITH MY OWN TWO (2) GODDAM BOTH (2) HANDS.
* Jackstar has nostrils, and they are a-blaze.
Fucked with the bull and you got the horns. Totes. *click*