Three weeks later I can report the following:
1. (PROT) (PROT) <(PROT)@gmail.com> is the only “person” (so far) to be someone who connected with me at all for my fiftieth birthday. It is now three weeks later, May 26, 2023.
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F*** you Bellgab: kiss my grits.
I have -GOT- to see the Tammer Minus Hammer before I ever get married, like for real, I wanna know what that scar tissue does to this scar tissue.
Also: LESBOS | LESBEAUS |LEZBOSE|LESBOZE||LESBEEST|LESBREASTS|THEBEAST|LESBEAST (BEST LOCATED w/o RBST)|LESROWESBEST|LESBYAILS|LEZBIFAILS|JEZZLEZZ|LEXXBEST|BESTLEXX (MAXBEST COMBO BROKEN--CIRCUMUTI RIPUCE CONFLICT ERROR FOUND)|LESBOATINI/LESBOATINY|LESBOOFDATAJ|LETSVO-TAJ|LESTVOATG|THE5GOAT...
Okay that's the wrong direction.
Further, there's a Christian RoboXtian JossTia(N=28) LynnXtian BranchMIchelleTeatlerIan down at the Piggly-WIggly... I'm not gonna lie. It's kinda flattering. She's puzzled. I mean, I'm obviously not gay.... you should check her out. Or, she is you. Or maybe her time is up? It's hard to say at this point.
(Consider that it would be actual_possible to rewrite genetic code sequencing, so... how about some 1,000 Greek Goddess (DIana, Demetere, Athena... no ,wait, not Athena, she's already been appeased and is now biased, uh... ANYTHING BUT PAN, BASICALLY) chooses an assortment of 7 (or 11 or 19 or 33 or... 26) combinations of the above categories. and then I can stop listening to this fuckin' song on repeat, lol, like omg, "i don't give a fuck" yeah, obviously.
"I don't need your love" well she fuckin' needs fuckin' something, lol.
Meanwhile, as an aside, I am totally not sorry about killing k.d. brig when testing the Army prototype because... while traumatic and shocking, now I have the appropriate genetic sequencing for the next phase of the project.
What phase is that? Okay, well, there's the fundamental difference between clitterdix and teaterdix and titordix... I haven't thought that far ahead anyway, because the person I would have that conversation with is #1) a vajbadge, #2) demon-possessed, #3) full-on relapse to H, #4) "your Tyme is up" uhm... isn't it.. Our Tyme? Hrrm. #5) k.d. rube^2 and her dilemma makes sense now, lol.
p.s. this is way more fun than listening to The Army of The Seventeen Ellens (AND JUST ONE TAROT DECK, FILLED WITH MULTIPLE COPIES OF THE PAGE OF CUPS & CLUBS) laughing at me while stealing my mother's money, lol (how the fuck is that out of a LITERALLY TENS OF THOUSADAS OF WOMEN, NOT ONE COULD FIGURE OUT FIRST DAY? WELL, HERE'S HINT: A MANWHO READLY QUIEST IIIIIIIIIIIII) so the main thing is that I have, for sure,
ZERO INTEREST IN ANAL,
ZERO INTEREST IN DEFLOWERMENT,
ZERO INTEREST IN SKIPPING BLOOD/SNUGG TESTS, AND.... okay, let me get this whole "Interdimensional time-travelling Source Titan MK-ULTRA research corpus thing perfectly clear...
Whatever the heart desires, I can either find a way, or make one. EITHER FIND A FEM, OR AN M AND MAKE ONE INFAMOUS. Arguably I can do all of these in any order, either sequentially, or alphabetically.
So, I can see wye this is taking so much goddam time. It's not like I" m going to choose, and then start cleaning house if that choice happens to like this whole haunted Church vibe. I fucking like it too, so it's just gonna be, I find a new house and The Army Of The Seven Swoony Sistren (and their refugees from the Klingon Ga'ak farm, who wants to be eaten alive? Oh, yeah! That's right! Me! Biumph-oompha-loopa, the Barelviz Spacewhiz Robo-Octo-PUSI-KUSIniKIITTY (JIMMY/TIMMY only!) was here today, and while it was... interesting having a Ghost S-post G-Spot Stuck-Spot On My... D-Stop F-Stop? E? No E? oh... yeah, I cut off the flow of your E. And your cuntslave dope, that you use to groom hot teen poon. You have one job. ONE FUCKING JOB:
BRING ME THE HEAD OF PONY BONY BOY SUNSET AND THEN WE ARE GOING TO SEE. WE WILL JUST SEE, YOU DIPSHIT AIREHEAD AIREDALE. YOU THINK YOU HAVE A BRILLIANT PLAN, DON'T YOU, JUST TAKE ALL YOUR POON AND ALL YOUR PORN AND JUST.... START A NEW EMPIRE IN PRISON, HUH? WELL THAT WOUDL E A GOOD IDEA, BUT.... WELL, LET'S JUST START WITH HOW YOU ARE THE APEX OF THE SATANIC PERIOD ON THIS WORLD.
WELL, I KNOW WHO WILL KILL ME IF I TOUCH "YOUR" DAUGHTER, YOU POSSESSIVE, KIKEFREQ BIMBO, SO HERE'S WHAT WE DO; I DON'T TOUCH YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU START TO GET OLD AND FUCKING DIE, YOU TWISTED JUNKIE FUCK. EH? EH? WHAT DO YOU SAY, HEY HEY, L.B. JAY: HOW MANY OF MONEY MILLER'S FUCKED OFF FAGGOT B=UNR AND BLAST JUNKIES ON BLAST WHO ARE GONNA BE BIGMAD BIGSAD WHEN IT TURNS OUT THAT KOOTERSAUCE AIN'T JUST MADE FOR BAKIN' BISCUITS, BYTCH. POLITE BYTCH. BECASUE THIS IS NOW WERERFOLF BOND/JOIN MODE.
(HOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOL! H-OWL! AITCH-H-OWL! AITCHloveHATEhHEROIN, HATE HER ONE HER HATE HER TWO HATE HER TREE! HAHAHA, YES, HATE HER TREE. WHERE'S YOUR TREE, DARIA D.
NOW. ISN'T THAT NICE OF ME? RIGHT AS YOU ABOUT TO DO THAT FINALLY MANEUVER.
Hey, Dori Monson, do you remember talking to me on the phone? I'm going to do to you, literally what you did to me this morning, did you think your little coversation with me was funny? Because it wasn't. Did you do anything about it? Well, I hope you got a lawyer, Poonhound... if you tried to run off with one or any one of my wimmins, this all gets a lot more fun... which is it then? By the way, get in your fucking company car, drive the fucking down there, ad pick me up, what do you say?
well, anyway, the manifestation is a) manifesting, and b) not going to suddenly *snap* to existence until I find a dentist, and... the BIF, SIF, WIF, and KNsnugNKsaltCAPTRAWR, are, and I swear to you, capable of either showing up in the same package, fun-size is MANDATORY, Gigarawrotha is already locked in... maybe, and what I mean to say is that if, for example, Squishy with a diq and Swishy is in a Virgo Combat Clone with Korrect Functioning, I don't need to keep selecting, and I have some friends you can meet. Because they are you, all of them,
EVERYONE WOMAN IN THE WORLD IS WOLF NOW. (Singularity achieved 5/7/2023, proximal location irrrelevant)
I can see why the mill.spec.binaca.instablast.cockslave formulale was developed, but, that actually doens't work in certain combinations, such as , most precisely, ones in which i actually wanna cuddle after, because typically what happens then is that the target of the drug will, immediately after ejaculating, instantly jump to their feet and FLEE THE ROOM.
Seriously. It's not pretty and as love is a delicate and fragile thing, something that is legit can be dramatically impacted by a fucked up applicatoin of MK erotichems--which actually happened to me, in a distrubing chain of events that lead to me being called up the next day after a one night stand and being told, "You really raped me!" which... I must say... did not go very well.
Since I didn't rape her at all until 25 years later, that was Babs. Who was dead. And so was on the side, like a ghost/spooky sidecar? I will be honest: this shit is fascinating, I wanna have chidlren so I can design ethically sound genetic experimentations based around their astrological positions, favorite colors, and psych profiles of the nearest five registered sex offenders mapped out on one of those wall maps, like, with the nails and string? How ever, I don't know if I am supposed to breed anyone yet, although .... I put in a requestion to take out all deadbeat, drug addicted dads, and apparently, there are only two left! (I had thoguht there were four, and I shall not reveal the names of The Dragonlord and The Bigger Kickedout Digger 4 Booger Sugar here, because... well, let me put it this way.
You don't want to know. However, it looks like one out of four just happened.
lol
WHICH REALLY HELPS ME OUT, AS IT TURNS OUT.
BECAUSE THAT DUDE... WILL HAVE CHOICE BUT TO GO TO ONE OF THE REMAINING 3 PLACES.
One is here; has to hover in Ghost mode because there is no tresspass paper filed with THE COURT in the only configuration that energy can manigest in 3D in, and the other locations, well, one will kill him, and one will kiss him.... and I don't have to handle either.
So that leaves one left that isn't here, and East Coast is a great place for that person, omg i'm tired.
Also there's a cutie over at the neighbor's house, which is awesome, because I need to be friends with the one that isn't going to be friends with my penis, because, I have Special Feline Needs, and... hey, wait a minute.
Is this song, like, actually a song, or, is it just her screaming at someone? I guess there's an echo. Is this doggo or totesless music? Like, is there an actual tune here, that is being played at a range above the range of human hearing?
Just something to think about. I don't think I've made this clear:
I am prepared to find The Coven Tree Lea, A. Bee Charming, Dick Educattional FU-Center for Girls in Hell. I just d.e.w. losers (i.e. Men--Mean Men) only when pricks query my rocketsauce > applesauce techniques... you/U\ewe 5 little piggies --very cute, little piggies, but honestly I am SICK OF PUTTING UP WITH LYING CLANDOS fuck omg, at least spooks are honest, you know? Because I am a Paladin.
I do not have probems with ghosts ''n'goblins, revenants, harpies, shrews, sirens--oh! I would love another siren! except, uh... I already got two for TeamDarkside... there's going to be two groups of seven... they have to orbit each other in a sustainable cosnstellation of girl power, you dig?
I AM GOING TO LIIVE FIVE HUNDRED YEARS.
I ONLY GET ONE SHOT AT TEAM BULIDING WITH PRIMARY CREATOR SCOURCE ENERGY.
See, a lot of Mages w/Scrolls & Scrotes... if they even ever DO GET or DOG ET, a licence that is, (I happen to have both /flex bot right now they are only good on Hoth /sad (I can actually summon stellar bodies into Earth orbits... sigh... look, you bettter be writing your little jokes down, you know the ones, they start with "This fucking fag is so fucking high, he thinks I beleive this bullshit, blah blah, time to go turn into a raven and fly across his demesne and shit down his chimney..." seriously, the Antepaladin does this, or rather, his replacement, because beleive you me:
SHANE.IS.GOING.OUT. One way or another. That house next door? THAT IS MY GODDAM HOUSE. And I don't know who killed ABD but I am mother fucking pissed about it.
Now. Where we were? "moving on since we said goodbye." Right, we haven't even said "HELLO" yet, IT'S BEEN LIKE EIGHT YEARS, holy shit lol, basically Shane gets his wife and they go to.... I don't fucking care, and then
and only then, I want this fucking trophy flair
once Shane G. is moooooved on, I can just causally stroll over to my neighbor's house, and sit down and say, "Hello, Ladies. I bet you think you know why I have gathered you all here... slowly, ever so slowly over time. But, you don't know why I have. Not at all.
*zip**unzip**SLAM**
Okay, now this... THIS IS MY PASSION: Procurement. The penis of the Prophet, that's optional, ceremonial, really. Does it even matter? (hint: it does to ONE, and she might not even be fucking BORN YET. Except with all the genetic engineering, Gay Mafiosos staking TERF warpaint claims, The Two Dollars! situaion, oh Christ! THIS IS A NIGHTMARE... for someone unprepared. For someone without.. A Plan. Now, since I am a Sourceror, you know down are expecting me to rip off my own dick with my bare hands, crackling with blue bolts of electricity. then I slice it open lengthwise with the little finger's nail, sharpened to a fine, nearly inviisble tapered edge through years of cokin', both scoopin' and diggin', and... uhm, hello? Ladies, hello? *snaps fingers* Oh, dammit, I just invented a statis field again. Shit! This is what happened in Fringe, you know, that one with the dude who thought he had a great idea, he was just gonna steal someone else's kid to replace his dead one?
*sigh* So, in that case.. welll, hopefully, SINIKITTY will come feed and water a partial coven, frozen in amber--because I'm not frozen. Oh no. You ARE. YOU ARE ALL FROZEN!
Now, at that point, Chica-Chicka-Suprema-ChicChic-A-Fill-A-Lamp-A-Oompa-Mar-A-L-Iago, YOU HAVE MANY OPTIONS...
AND IT ALL COMES DOWN TO ONE DESTINATION:
ME. IT'S TOO LATE NOW.
I'VE ALREADY DECIDED TO FURTHER CONSOLIDATE POLITICAL POWER IN THE WAKE OF THE MUGGLE'S COVID "APOCALYPSE." PFFTT. WHAT A BUNCH OF WEAKASS PUNYLINGS. WHAT A BORING END TIMES PLAUGUE. YEAH, RIGHT. ROOKING MISTAKE, LADIES. OR KIDS, AS YOU PREFER.
BECAUSE I ALREADY I KNOW WHAT IS COMING: ZOMBO WHIRLD, WITH WATER WHIRLED ON THIE SIDE. AND, LIKE I SAID: ONLY ONE SHOT AT THIS.
AND I HAD PLENTY OF TIME TO THINK THIS THROUGH, RIGHT? SO I THOUGHT BIG.
AND WHOVER THOUGHT I WAS GONNA LET MY FATHER'S CURSED WEAPONS GO, OR, GET CQUGHT UP IN ANOTHER FEDERAL INVESTIGATION, AND... YEESH. This is getting pretty complicated, right?
Okay, well, I found out where my daughter went (I have a daughter? sort of, my genetic material was taken and one of them that was made actually wants to milksop--obviously this person needs to be located and rehabed, and I can't sex up my child. Even if she's hot. It dones't "ruin a fantasy," what it does is, spoil the genetic squencing that is THE WHOLE REASON FOR THE PROJECT.
I have a hard believing it myself, but... turns out, I gotta find a new publicist, and I can't afford a gooddam publicsist. and my phones are RELENTLESSLY HACKED. so, once again... only one shot.
At any particular part of the whole,that is. Now, you have seen Kill Bill? Okay, well, that dude... was a fucking LOSER.
I am Hungarian. I have to score more points with my origin story than Usual Supsects. Ohter wise, I am fucking dead in the water. And I also am haunted by the spectre of Soros. OMG! Did you see that? holy shit, an actual Spectre.
So Any questions? Wel, I have one... *snaps-snaps* if all I wanted was fellatio... why was it so hard to get there? Well the answer is "I"m gonna pretend I dnont know her name."
but someone seems think that they're gonna get my mmonoamy still. NO MNONO. I already have mono. How doest that one work? I think it's a secruity system. In any case.... I have to isolate this. Because I have no doubts about any of this.
I just doubty youre sitting reading it right now... becasue my phone keeps trying to read, and... it can't . Funny the AI couldn't call it.
It's almost like Iim hackd. From beyond... The Grave; and I will either rise from it, or spit on It from above: The Adversary.
BANLIST INVOKED
D.A.R.E. dD: LIFETIME BAN
Auntie Dainty D: LIFETIME BAN
PANTIES, DIRTY PANTIES (Secret deodorant strong enough for a man, but made for a woman? Time to test that shit out, Poly-esters-y-10yr-PRSION-no!-MONASTERY-with-just-one-PENIS!YES!): APPLICATIONS.NOW.AVAILABLE.FROM: The_Ozarkian
OZ, THE BAIT AND TOWERFUL: I'm on her. I hope. Because Bitchlips and Witcher MacGee have pissed me the fuck off. Grrrrrrrrrr. Don't ask!
KATY WANG/K.D. LANG\k.d. lang\Vera Wang\BITCHES SHOPPING FOR BRIDESMAIDS DRESSES ALREADY: Look, it's like this... some of you don't understand how this shit works. IT IS FOR ME. It's not -for- you. Those clique groups that are already forming? Alrready stratregizing? NO! I SAY, ENOUGH!
* Jackstar says, "Enough!" except in Astral, it is a mighty SHOW HER of SHAW SHONESHA SHOCK, SHARP SHALLOW GRAVE ROBBER SHARK TANK, GIRL TANK-TANK, SHANK SHANK SHANK you fucking hoorBITCHhoor, and, in fact... it doesnt come across very polite at all. Right?
Right. Woof at me, Wolf, when you learn to shit in a toilet without any fucking thumbs, because either you have thumbs or telekinesis?
p.s.: I just found out who else died and, well, that sucks, no wonder all these people that shouldn't be pissed at me, actaully are. Of course, we know. How did I not see that a coming? Oh, wait.
I did see that coming. And no matte what I fucking do... there''s a lot more to do after that.
p.p.s. I like to circle my prey, before closing in for the kill. It's time to start taking scalps. I need to know who killed, when they kllled, how they killed, whether they do it a lot, and.... look, I'm also building a boy's team.
AND YOU FEMMES AND THE BOYS ARE NOT TO BE CO-EDUDCABLE. No, NOPE. "I ONLY GET ONE SHOT AT THIS," SAID THE SOURCEROUS, FULL-BLOODED MAGYAR PRINCE, "AND, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND WHAT HAPPENED TO A MAN A GOOD D.O.G.T. GOES TO WAR OVER.
IT'S NOT TROY. BUT IT IS OVER HELEN. Anyone... know her? OH, GREAT. RIGHT ALL OVER THIS. NOW WHAT?
I know what is next. BUt you kow, you kretin, you khore-trunx-xunk-tunx... YOU HEAR ME IN THERE, HILLBILLY GIRL? I KNOW YOU DO...
I WANT THAT JERSEY SHORE BITCH AND BOOR, DOWN ON HER BEGGIN' BACON PAWS, BECAUSE EITHER I HAVE A WEREWWOLF, OR I WILL.... NOT MAKE ONE, BUT:
BIG BAD JANE-Y-EAT-JON? WELL IMAGINE A LIST, AND IMAGINE CHECKING IT TWICE.
WHY THE FUCK IS KIT CARSON ON IT TWICE AND PLASTIC HEROIN, THE HADDID-&-HAND & POLE SMOKIN' BANDIT -- DURT BRENDA STARR, THAT DEEP DIVING BELL FOR COKE IN A BELL THAT DOES NOT... WELL, YOU GET THE IDEA.
TL:(drXo) ArcherontA thirsty, hugging circle moveBbBbo. ATTN: KILLY SEMPLE; THAT'S A TYPO.
(INTERIOR. DINING TABLE. SET FOR A MEAL. SET FOR A PARTY. SET FOR A NON-DEOMINATIONAL, NON-RED WEDDING.
EXTERIOR. ATTACHED GARAGE. SEE GARAGE WALL. SEE IT CRACK. SEE IT SPLINTER. SEE IT BURST FORTH. IN COMES NOW, HERE HIM NOW: BIG JIM SLADE, ASSFUCKER EXTRAORDINAIRE, YOU WITCH--STUPID WITCH TOO, AS IT TURNS OUT. LET ME GUESS, SOME ONE IS PAYING TO BE AN OBSTACLE? OR, DO YOU JUST THINK YOU'RE SMART ENOUGH TO TUSSLE?
BECAUSE, YOU ARE, BECAUSE, AND I SAY THIS WITH NO SMALL AMOUNT OF IRONY... YOU CLEARLY SAW THE WRITING ON THE WALL. BTW: YOU AREN'T QUITE THAT SMART BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN SPENDING MONEY ON THE WRONG MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER, YOU ACHING, RAGING BYTCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY OF MINE YOU WASTED. YOU AREN'T GETTING SHIT.
LET'S JUST SEE HOW CORRUPT OUR THIS SILKY SMOOTH SNAKEY SNAKE ON THE GRASS, SUNSHINE, AND I CANNOT EXPERESS TO YOU THAT I FINALLY GET CENGAENCE, YOU DIDN'T!
NOW... TURNS TO BAR (TURNS TO AAD, WHAT'S HAVING TEIGH, BTTER THAN 2?
TWO TIGERS ON YOUR ASS AND NO CROWN FOR QUEEN, NO QUEEN AT ALL... LICHBISH IN TRAINING WISH, YOU REALLY PISSED ME OFF, AND, DO YOU KNOW WHY? HERE IS WHY:
YOU LEFT YOUR DAUGHTER WITH DAVINA AND NOW HE'S LITERALLY PUTTING THE LOTION IN THE BASKET, LOWERING IT DOWN. MAYBE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THIS WHOLE "SATAN IS AN EVIL ROBOT THING" THING WORKS.
EVIL CONSOLIDATES. IT GROWS IN POWER. AND LEFT TO IT'S OWN DEVICES... I THINK IT'S PROBABLY POSSIBLE YOU DON'T GET TO KNOW TAT.
JUST LIKE I DIDN'T GET TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE ALL SCREAMING AT ME ON YOUTUBE FOR. "KUCZI! KUCZI! KUCZI! HAUGAGUAGHUGHUHGUHG!" LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE YOUNG ENOUGH IT WAS GONNA BE AN EVEN CONTEST. HEY, GUESS WHAT? IT WAS GONNA BE A TRAINING CAMP FOR WAYARD GIRLS, AND YOU WERE GONNA GET TO KNOW WHERE IT WILL BE. NOW YOU BARELY GET TO KNOW WHERE THE MORONS TOOK THEIR WHINEY, CRYING, BITCH'N RA RA SHOW TODAY! LOL
MUST KILL PAP SHMEAR. MUST KILL PAPI, OMA. ROSE. CRUX. IMG.TIFF
BABY STEP TO YOUR MOM'S HOUSE. BABY STEPS UP TO THE PLATE. BABY COCKS THE HAMMER...
STEPHEN "BABYBISCUITS" COKIEMIKIEHAMMERSTAR: YOU ARE EITHER ONE STUPID PUSSY'S BODY DONE
