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AzzGab => Azzerae's World => Topic started by: Master Trollda on November 05, 2021, 01:51:38 AM
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Azz, we never seem to hear much from you anymore. I thought maybe you could at least let us know what’s going on in your native land occasionally?
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Azz, we never seem to hear much from you anymore. I thought maybe you could at least let us know what’s going on in your native land occasionally?
I address many of these things on my podcast.
Have you considered becoming a subscriber?
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I address many of these things on my podcast.
Have you considered becoming a subscriber?
Not really but only because it often seems to be about you struggling with your mental problems, which I admit can be interesting but from the art work you include with it it’s always seemed a litle too slashy, slashy for my taste. Anyway, I was thinking of a thread where we might be able to read about what’s going on there.
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Not really but only because it often seems to be about you struggling with your mental problems, which I admit can be interesting
While I did used to focus on that, these days, I really talk more about everything from this place, the cast of characters that inhabit it, to esoterica, and even what goes on in SA.
I'll tell you more about SA here if you want. Ask me some specific questions to get a dialogue going!
I have been absent lately, mainly because of work stress (everyone except Falkie knows what that feels like), and creating content for my patrons-- shows, art.
from the art work you include with it it’s always seemed a litle too slashy, slashy for my taste.
Holy shit. I remember a hardcore BellGabber who used to characterise my work as "slashy slashy." Don't worry, I'll keep my speculations to myself.
Funny story, I'm a horror fan. And I find it quite surprising that a fellow Art Bell listener would be such a prude with regard to violence. I thought Americans loved violence! Its usually SEX that y'all slink away from, like prudes.
Anyway, I was thinking of a thread where we might be able to read about what’s going on there.
No sweat. So. What ya wanna know about the status SA?
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While I did used to focus on thatwhat, these days, I really talk more about everything from this place, the cast of characters that inhabit it, to esoterica, and even what goes on in SA.
I'll tell you more about SA here if you want. Ask me some specific questions to get a dialogue going!
I have been absent lately,
Yeah, sorry about that. what? I'll see what I can do to make it up to any of you, and then: I'll do anything but that.
SEMPER FIDELIS MEANS “ALWAYS FAITHFUL.” LESSON. This place has gone to s*** since y'all let Them take Latin out of the schools. My hand to God.
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While I did used to focus on that, these days, I really talk more about everything from this place, the cast of characters that inhabit it, to esoterica, and even what goes on in SA.
I'll tell you more about SA here if you want. Ask me some specific questions to get a dialogue going!
I have been absent lately, mainly because of work stress (everyone except Falkie knows what that feels like), and creating content for my patrons-- shows, art.
Holy shit. I remember a hardcore BellGabber who used to characterise my work as "slashy slashy." Don't worry, I'll keep my speculations to myself.
Funny story, I'm a horror fan. And I find it quite surprising that a fellow Art Bell listener would be such a prude with regard to violence. I thought Americans loved violence! Its usually SEX that y'all slink away from, like prudes.
No sweat. So. What ya wanna know about the status SA?
Hmm...maybe I am being a prude. I like horror stories and movies. I can appreciate violence when it’s an organic part of that but for some reason self-inflicted violence seems more about sadness than horror to me; though I admit that sadness can be horrifying from a subjective point of view. I suppose I’d just rather not dwell there.
As for questions about SA I dunno. What’s the political climate like there? Are the ANC still threatening to kill white people?
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Yeah, sorry about that. what? I'll see what I can do to make it up to any of you, and then: I'll do anything but that.
SEMPER FIDELIS MEANS “ALWAYS FAITHFUL.” LESSON. This place has gone to s*** since y'all let Them take Latin out of the schools. My hand to God.
Agree. Sic semper tyrannis.
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Hmm...maybe I am being a prude. I like horror stories and movies. I can appreciate violence when it’s an organic part of that but for some reason self-inflicted violence seems more about sadness than horror to me; though I admit that sadness can be horrifying from a subjective point of view. I suppose I’d just rather not dwell there.
As for questions about SA I dunno. What’s the political climate like there? Are the ANC still threatening to kill white people?
"Can't we all just get along?"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjRYO-jOf-Y
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsuboMzOR-U
‘attempted coup’
Azz, you alright, buddy? ???
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Azz, you alright, buddy? ???
I'm fuckin' ACE, china!
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I'm fuckin' ACE, china!
It's about time.
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Truth or trash?
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boys wearing dresses to prevent molestation by a horny baboon seems counter-intuitive imo...I'm calling trash
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boys wearing dresses
Still—preferable to a Hillary-branded (article_of_clothing:heretical).
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I address many of these things on my podcast.
Have you considered becoming a subscriber?
I will gift Master Trollda a one month basic subscription if he is okay with that.
What say you, Master Trollda?
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I will gift Master Trollda a one month basic subscription if he is okay with that.
What say you, Master Trollda?
No, thanks though. I wish he could talk Lee into doing more Gabcasts though. I’d watch that. Even though I sometimes razzed him about it I never had a problem with him co-hosting the show and his associated artwork was always funny and well done. There’s only so much time and there are bigger fish to fry these days what with the encroaching global fascism and all.
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I wish he could talk Lee into doing more Gabcasts though. I’d watch that.
https://youtu.be/w5LDEmudrzc
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boys wearing dresses to prevent molestation by a horny baboon seems counter-intuitive imo...I'm calling trash
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzrCkmtCXUc
Snopes seems to think it's a bit hinky.
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/did-baboon-terrorize-village/
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Snopes seems to think it's a bit hinky.
Well, Snopes has never led me down the wrong path before; let's just trust them, and see how it all works out.
I can always turn the surface of their world into glass later. /flex
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Well, Snopes has never led me down the wrong path before; let's just trust them, and see how it all works out.
I can always turn the surface of their world into glass later. /flex
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No...
Ouch.
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Ouch.
Well, I’m not saying I’d never listen but my attempts at listening to post-Bellgab casts have not been good. I don’t listen to Jack’s because it gets lost in the minutia of his life and imagination and I can never make much sense of it. I’m sure that’s intentional on his part. I don’t listen to Groyper’s refereeing of catlady drama either. I tried but it just doesn’t interest me. Frankly, I find the Rubini stuff beyond tedious.
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https://youtu.be/Qt2mbGP6vFI
I don’t listen to Jack’s because
Another satisfied customer.
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"Can't we all just get along?"
Not unless you share your f****** drugs with me, you G–ddam snake. Free eel. What the actual f*** is actually f****** wrong with you? I'm going to break this G-ddam bottle over my head and then gargle on the glass.
Hi, I'm jackstar. I enjoy long walks on the beach, innovating on proven technologies, and, yeah—I basically invented your world. If you're even still calling it that these days.
Don't deal with it. DEAL WITH ME. RAWWWWWWR *click*
Fallout seems mild today. Now. Here's Chuck with the weather.
END OF T-MOBILES T—MINUS T—LINES. You know in my homeland where I reside, I f****** heard plenty of stories about tea parties.
Don't think I can't do it. Think about what happens if I don't. Dinner's at 8:00. Don't wear something s*****
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Well, I’m not saying I’d never listen but my attempts at listening to post-Bellgab casts have not been good.
Understood.
I don’t listen to Jack’s because it gets lost in the minutia of his life and imagination and I can never make much sense of it. I’m sure that’s intentional on his part.
I'm invested. Heavily invested, in Jack's work.
Why it ain't the rest of the world's cup of tea, I guess I'll never know.
I don’t listen to Groyper’s refereeing of catlady drama either. I tried but it just doesn’t interest me.
What makes you such a harsh critic, though? Like, what are you offering us? All I read is problems from you. Are you a problems based person? Like, fuck a solution?
Frankly, I find the Rubini stuff beyond tedious.
Well. You wouldn't be the first. You won't be the last. And even though I shouldn't feel the ding, I do. My ego has taken a scraping.
You keep me grounded.
No dick suckling from you, no sir.
The issue here is that you want the whole seat, but you're barely willing to pay for the edge.
SMFH
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And change my G-ddam display name to ALLHOSE. It matches my underwear. Which is also in all CAPS, MOTHERFU— *click*
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Free eel.
Did you hear about the 2 guys who stole a calendar? They each got 6 months.
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Understood.
I'm invested. Heavily invested, in Jack's work.
Why it ain't the rest of the world's cup of tea, I guess I'll never know.
What makes you such a harsh critic, though? Like, what are you offering us? All I read is problems from you. Are you a problems based person? Like, fuck a solution?
Well. You wouldn't be the first. You won't be the last. And even though I shouldn't feel the ding, I do. My ego has taken a scraping.
You keep me grounded.
No dick suckling from you, no sir.
The issue here is that you want the whole seat, but you're barely willing to pay for the edge.
SMFH
I’m not a harsh critic, just an honest one. Time is precious and we’re only given so much of it. I don’t want to waste it on trying to decipher what the fuck Jack’s on about. Catlady drama doesn’t interest me and Rubini’s perpetual attemps at “fame” certainly don’t either. I think by harsh you just mean honest. What do I have to offer? I didn’t know you had to be a podcaster to post here but I am at least an enthusiastic poster though some days I wonder why myself.
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Hi, I'm jackstar.
Really? I couldn't tell.
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Really? I couldn't tell.
Really? That must explain why you thought I was joking when I told you I found the Makers' Mark on your anus. Like, for real.
FREE EEL. Okay, as a courtesy, I left off the bolds and italics and shiz, and-as you know-I"m not enjoying this either.
I"m not even high. Hi. How are you?
YOU HAVE FIFTY-FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY. END OF ED-209.
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Really? That must explain why you thought I was joking when I told you I found the Makers' Mark on your anus. Like, for real.
FREE EEL. Okay, as a courtesy, I left off the bolds and italics and shiz, and-as you know-I"m not enjoying this either.
I"m not even high. Hi. How are you?
YOU HAVE FIFTY-FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY. END OF ED-209.
55 seconds from when you posted it...or when I read it...or now? Hurry!
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I’m not a harsh critic, just an honest one. Time is precious and we’re only given so much of it. I don’t want to waste it on trying to decipher what the fuck Jack’s on about. Catlady drama doesn’t interest me and Rubini’s perpetual attemps at “fame” certainly don’t either. I think by harsh you just mean honest. What do I have to offer? I didn’t know you had to be a podcaster to post here but I am at least an enthusiastic poster though some days I wonder why myself.
Hey. Relax, guy. I'm not telling you to go fuck yourself or anything. That's between Ciardelo, DVR, Jack and I. You're a good egg. We need someone who blatantly disagrees with the admin at every turn. I'm not saying I like the finger wagging, but I do feel you're a necessary evil. I do have trouble with your brutal honesty, at times. When someone constantly rejects your efforts to entertain, yet still stands there looking you in the eye it can get awkward. If you're looking for someone who doesn't give a squirt of piss you're looking in the wrong place. Your armchair evaluations of how uninteresting everything that goes on around you is can get tedious too, but no ones shouting it from the rooftops with a loudhailer. I don't hold any of your critiques against you, so there's no need to threaten me. You like getting under my skin and you admitted it. Now chin up, sonny, because you're about to drown in an ocean of mundanity seeing as though no one on this planet seems to impress you at all. Remember: bored people are boring people. I've never been bored in my life. But, fuck me, right? And please, no threats. You asked for it. K. Dubb bitched out and I know you aren't as easily shaken. So stick around and keep telling me what a cunt I am. Democracy is a beautiful thing.
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Time is precious and we’re only given so much of it.
I could give your sister the time. How about if you and and all your adorable little (Blank) buddies go on and recant your testimonies?
That'll change things around tout suite. RECANT, SINNER.
RECANT.
I'm not telling you to go fuck yourself or anything. That's between Ciardelo, DVR, Jack and I.
Do I have to tell you all to go f*** yourself, individually or can I do that as one mass mailing? I'm not asking for a friend.
I AM REQUISITIONING A WARHAMMER.
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I AM REQUISITIONING A WARHAMMER.
I will settle for a pacifisthammer with a dirty mouth. Ordinarily, I would never settle but at least I'm not making a deal and I'm not going to lie: My arms are getting pretty tired at this point.
I may have to shrug again. No promises, No koof, & ****** No regrets.
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I think Chris Brown said that too. And he's a real a******.
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Do I have to tell you all to go f*** yourself, individually or can I do that as one mass mailing? I'm not asking for a friend.
Be careful, we may just lose another subscriber-- and THEN, hatching a plan for world dominance is dead in the water, buoy.
Ciardelo sure blew his chance to be close to me.
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I think Chris Brown said that too. And he's a real a******.
Like you wouldn't give your left nut to see Rihanna with 2 black eyes.
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Hey. Relax, guy. I'm not telling you to go fuck yourself or anything. That's between Ciardelo, DVR, Jack and I. You're a good egg. We need someone who blatantly disagrees with the admin at every turn. I'm not saying I like the finger wagging, but I do feel you're a necessary evil. I do have trouble with your brutal honesty, at times. When someone constantly rejects your efforts to entertain, yet still stands there looking you in the eye it can get awkward. If you're looking for someone who doesn't give a squirt of piss you're looking in the wrong place. Your armchair evaluations of how uninteresting everything that goes on around you is can get tedious too, but no ones shouting it from the rooftops with a loudhailer. I don't hold any of your critiques against you, so there's no need to threaten me. You like getting under my skin and you admitted it. Now chin up, sonny, because you're about to drown in an ocean of mundanity seeing as though no one on this planet seems to impress you at all. Remember: bored people are boring people. I've never been bored in my life. But, fuck me, right? And please, no threats. You asked for it. K. Dubb bitched out and I know you aren't as easily shaken. So stick around and keep telling me what a cunt I am. Democracy is a beautiful thing.
I’d hardly call what I do “finger-wagging” and I don’t remember threatening you. I don’t think you’re a cunt and I don’t have the feelings of animosity toward you you seem to think I do; and, to be honest, I’ve never even given your cast a listen, so maybe it’s not what I think it is. If it’s getting lost in the weeds of Jack and Rubini gossip it wouldn’t interest me. If it’s not that and I’ve got it all wrong let me know. Also, I’m not bored. There are plenty of things I’m intrested in and many of them I post about here. There are some things I find boring though so I try not to waste my time on them.
P.S. I miss big C. Why doesn’t he post here? :'(
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My arms are getting pretty tired at this point.
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Tell me about it.
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I’d hardly call what I do “finger-wagging” and I don’t remember threatening you. I don’t think you’re a cunt and I don’t have the feelings of animosity toward you you seem to think I do; and, to be honest, I’ve never even given your cast a listen, so maybe it’s not what I think it is. If it’s getting lost in the weeds of Jack and Rubini gossip it wouldn’t interest me. If it’s not that and I’ve got it all wrong let me know. Also, I’m not bored. There are plenty of things I’m intrested in and many of them I post about here. There are somethings I find boring though so I try not to waste my time on them.
Let me just put it to you straight: I do love you.
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Let me just put it to you straight: I do love you.
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https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1433064137718910977
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Tell me about it.
A brand-new technology is invented and the inventor tells everybody to buy a flamethrower & go fish. It gets better every time I read it.
Now if you'll excuse me, Nephew, excuse me, I have to go make a charitable donation.
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55 seconds from when you posted it...or when I read it...or now? Hurry!
From when I can be arsed to re-assess. Divine timing is like that. Oh, wait, that's right: I forgot, you don't know Jack or shit about how any of this works. How awkward. And now I have to explain it to you in public through written language, huh? Double awkward.
At least it's not two Irishmen trying to figure out how to (blank) a (blank) on a (blank) morning without tea -or- a High Queen. Anyway: uplink established. Seems solid. Not quite totesolid but that's a theoretical maximal limit anyway. *polite cheers are heard. POLITE.*
I should have just joined the goddam Peace Corps. Fuck me.
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hatching a plan for world dominance
The eggshells have been long since ground to dust. The dominance has been established.
Look, don't worry about it. Here, have a copy of this Matrix movie I just downloaded cookie.
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Anyway: uplink established. Seems solid.
Look, if Jobs did it by putting an "I" in front of every goddam word in the dictionary, there's no reason I can't put five of them there too.
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I miss big C. Why doesn’t he post here? :'(
Maybe he does. Just ... different monikers and all that.
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Seems solid.
Yet, nothing but liquid shit. How's that coffee enema treatin' ya?
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excuse me, I have to go make a charitable donation.
Required component not found in database. I know, sounds pretty stupid, right? Some times Life really is pretty g-ddam stupid, let me tell you what.
*inhales deep breath* Someone stole my weed pen. Sorry, maybe tomorrow.
How's that coffee enema treatin' ya?
For something that I've literally only ever done once, it seems a bit salty if you want to know the truth.
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a bit salty if you want to know the truth
That's what that hooker I hired you in Vegas said about your ballsack.
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Get a second opinion from Székesfehérvár.
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Be careful, we may just lose another subscriber-- and THEN, hatching a plan for world dominance is dead in the water, buoy.
Ciardelo sure blew his chance to be close to me.
Hey, that's my line! >:(
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The opinion came back favorable.
The onion did not. A deprecated tradition, but really, if we don't have those, we don't have anything at all.
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Not unless you share your f****** drugs with me, you G–ddam snake. Free eel. What the actual f*** is actually f****** wrong with you? I'm going to break this G-ddam bottle over my head and then gargle on the glass.
Hi, I'm jackstar. I enjoy long walks on the beach, innovating on proven technologies, and, yeah—I basically invented your world. If you're even still calling it that these days.
Don't deal with it. DEAL WITH ME. RAWWWWWWR *click*
Fallout seems mild today. Now. Here's Chuck with the weather.
END OF T-MOBILES T—MINUS T—LINES. You know in my homeland where I reside, I f****** heard plenty of stories about tea parties.
Don't think I can't do it. Think about what happens if I don't. Dinner's at 8:00. Don't wear something s*****
Dammit, stop mixing your drugs!
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Did you hear about the 2 guys who stole a calendar? They each got 6 months.
;D ;D ;D
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Really? I couldn't tell.
Thank God, you are still here Roz! ;D :-*
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55 seconds from when you posted it...or when I read it...or now? Hurry!
It's more like, about a minute after I stop holding up the world, one corner gas station at a time.
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:'( :'( :'(
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=he-UgzGqhjo
I hope you are not there, dear Azz.
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"South Africa female students scream, roll on floor over evil spirits attack"
https://www.maravipost.com/south-africa-female-students-scream-roll-on-floor-over-evil-spirits-attack/
Les jeune filles still having troubles in the Hinterland? Some good SAX might do the trick.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LDovDcFPWRE
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What the actual fook:
https://youtu.be/fKevOS517P8
This about the funniest Botanical vidya I have ever seen. Who'da thunk a NewYaaaak botanist would end up in Cape Town? This is highlarryus, and I quote directly:
"... and those sepals! Lookit them bastids, fookin' booTeefull..."
Funny shit.
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Thanks but I have no desire to turn your triangle into a quadrangle. ;)
Say hi to Rubini for me. :-*
Also, is grapefruit Allison or someone else? I was trying to follow Azz’s addressing of this situation but found it a bit confusing keeping track of the cast of characters. I think he was reading DMs from you, which probably explains why.
This one's on you, Dr Zhivago.
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This one's on you, Dr Zhivago.
Thanks for reminding me. I wanted ask Azz what the word stuffed means in South Africa? Is it slang for getting fucked? I ask because one time I was eating at a restaurant run by some South African dudes and when we were finished our meals one of them came up to clear the plates and ask how it was. I answered, “Great, thanks! I’m stuffed.” The guy was polite but he kinda gave me a weird look. When he walked away my girlfriend at the time suggested that that’s what it might mean in South Africa. I never did find out and eventually moved onto other things but now, finally, maybe you could clear this up for me, Azz.
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The guy was polite but he kinda gave me a weird look.
Tell it slow.
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Tell it slow.
I just did. ::)
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I just did. ::)
I read it really fast.
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https://youtu.be/4wBgr3tWc2Y
vs.
https://youtu.be/i5uTIbKdo90
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Blacks are getting uppity
https://twitter.com/stillgray/status/1516117459962822656
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Blacks are getting uppity
I'm making connections on Twitter to Nigeria that shouldn't even be possible. And they're actually not possible—I'm shutting that shit down—but the point is that they're starting to creep out past The Barrier.
Oh, and—speaking of points—none. This terrifies the goyim... so, whatever it does for the samurai, must be pretty impressive too.
Thanks for reminding me. I wanted ask Azz what the word stuffed means in South Africa? Is it slang for getting fucked? I ask because one time I was eating at a restaurant run by some South African dudes and when we were finished our meals one of them came up to clear the plates and ask how it was. I answered, “Great, thanks! I’m stuffed.” The guy was polite but he kinda gave me a weird look. When he walked away my girlfriend at the time suggested that that’s what it might mean in South Africa. I never did find out and eventually moved onto other things but now, finally, maybe you could clear this up for me, Azz.
I'm not sure how this is gonna work out, but that's what's made me such an in_demand diplomat: I'm not here to pry.
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Zender is sick of South African niggers [CONFIRMED]
Starts at about 8:30
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1tkTEM3aIs
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hxxps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1tkTEM3aIs
Yeah, coz America is the safest place on earth.
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Hey, thank you for unbanning me. Truth be told, I don't know why that went down, but... well, I can guess. I can also guess why it didn't take long to be lifted. (Unlike the old days, I actually know quite a lot about what is going on. And I'm a Sourceror. And a Fed (intern). And I got raped into taking a job I don't want and a security clearance I don't need... because it's apparently very dangerous to be an inventor of a unique technology and a founder of a new school of magick and the husband-protector & Paladin of a tripartite being... that, I am told, is about to go whelm.
(Don't ask. It's overly personal, and, kinda gross.)
I wish Chess used parenthesis sometimes. I just like them both a lot, but never the 'twain shall meet.) And I -am- glad to be back. I could hear my adoring public, calling to me in my mind, asking me to come back and... you know. "Check in." Pfft. What check? I haven't even ordered yet! (Steak, baked potato, asparagus, FIVE POUNDS OF QUESO.) I am hungry though.
So anywho, no hard feelings! Next up: I have content to produce and put out, all by my lonesome, and because your gang of losers fucked with all my shit, all this is going to take longer. To be honest... I could use some help.
I wish you were still dating any of my exes, actually, because then I could lean on you to tell them to dump you and come back to me. However, as you have never even had sex with anyone I've had sex with--because you're in Africa--I can't use that method. Or, technique, I guess.
More to come. There's so much going on. This is a -very- exciting time! Semper fi
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YOU STOLE INFORMATION INTENDED FOR ME, YOU ACTED UPON IT WITHOUT PERMISSION OR AUTHORITY OR MY CONSENT, YOU KEPT THIS INFORMATION FROM ME AND YOU'RE STILL DOING THAT TO THIS DAY, YOU HAVE NO GRIEF RESPECT MORALS QUALMS CHARACTER OR ETHICAL FIBER.
JUST F*** OFF. YOU'RE THE LOWEST FORM OF SCUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH ALISTAIR LAIRD, I HOPE YOU GET CANCER IN YOUR ASS.
THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE CLICK
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ALI
All this time and he still can't spell my name.
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YOU STOLE INFORMATION INTENDED FOR ME, YOU ACTED UPON IT WITHOUT PERMISSION OR AUTHORITY OR MY CONSENT, YOU KEPT THIS INFORMATION FROM ME AND YOU'RE STILL DOING THAT TO THIS DAY, YOU HAVE NO GRIEF RESPECT MORALS QUALMS CHARACTER OR ETHICAL FIBER.
JUST F*** OFF. YOU'RE THE LOWEST FORM OF SCUM ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH ALISTAIR LAIRD, I HOPE YOU GET CANCER IN YOUR ASS.
THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE CLICK
Electroconvulsive therapy is in order! Zapp!
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https://youtu.be/mL3aTBXTlY4
Electroconvulsive therapy is in order! Zapp!
Maybe you should get a Sybian.
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https://youtu.be/mL3aTBXTlY4
Maybe you should get a Sybian.
LMFAO ya got me 🤣
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Just peddle your blackmailing bullshit elsewhere than in my life. Whatever problems you're experiencing—you deserve what you get.
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Whatever problems you're experiencing—you deserve what you get.
Those are not problems for me.
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Just peddle your blackmailing bullshit elsewhere than in my life.
You wanted to take the ride.
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Go watch another astrology video, dude. Like those are like totally real and stuff.
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Maybe you should get a Sybian.
https://youtu.be/owueFHTFN8Y
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https://youtu.be/SvqnjEQljYs
I can take The Lezz. Only I have The Key.
Face it, I'm that awesome.
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Go watch another astrology video, dude.
The zodiac and its associated symbols are a language I hope you never understand; that way, you'll always owe me money.
Like those are like totally real and stuff.
What you know about reality could fit on the head of a pin.
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What you know about reality could fit on the head of a pin.
This is an interesting response considering your ass being handed to you at his every response.
#YouLoseSum&YouLoseSum
#LifeGoesOn
And if you’re wondering, yes! We all took notice.
😆🤣😆😁
#HappyDay & #GoBears
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The zodiac and its associated symbols are a language I hope you never understand; that way, you'll always owe me money.
What you know about reality could fit on the head of a pin.
And what you know about reality might fit nicely on a blotter.
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And what you know about reality might fit nicely on a blotter.
https://youtu.be/cQRpTU5X_Yc
You're reaping what you've sown and your complicity is hereby established. Do you have any idea how complicated you make things for everyone by sitting there in the trees, taking your little pot shots, making smarmy references to, of all things... blotter?
listen I'm not hiring a lawyer to take this town apart and Sue it for liability because I'm fond of it, or because I'm scared, or because I can't afford to, I'm not doing that because I honestly didn't think it was necessary to destroy the entire system of justice in this country, or even one County. (Reconsidering. Do I have time to participate in what you people are doing? “Get an Uber.” Okay number one, fuck you buddé, Lyft 4 life, and number two... what's it to you, punk? Like, how did you get your fucking hands in this cookie jar? what are you fucking working on, the fucking script to Smoking Aces 3: This Time It's Pineal?)
“Lazarus,” my ass. “Lazy Lezzes ‘R’ Us,” more like. Pfftt. If you had a real point you wouldn't constantly be leaving slime trails in the bushes in a standard perimeter holding action—meanwhile the police living next door have themselves an RV and a growing case of PTSD with DID application presentation... and that's not my diagnosis, that's just what it looks like. the reality is probably eating lead paint chips as a child, or growing up astoundingly under- and over- privileged in a 2x2 roller coaster ride of Life formation. (It's fucking ridiculous. Whoever weaponized The Court here has really done you people a number... this isn't one Court Jester, this is a whole Jester League. They even have a goddam “Hall of Justice” here, and do I want a job there? fuck yeah, I didn't even know that was a thing I could aspire to, I didn't know they were allowed to call these places “Halls of Justice”! I would have been down there with my resume first day! it's hopeless now of course, but nevertheless... there's your goddam Special Needs right there.
No, I'm not going to teach them how to make refined kryptonite from medium meteorite rock with iridium snowflakes, well of course I know how to, it's simple for any alchemist that isn't an actual snowflake. (or “retard” whatever they're calling you people these days.)
However, I am willing to be utilized for legitimate purposes. And... let me ask you something? Who decides who has jurisdiction here?
Because the conflicts of interest are obvious, and growing increasingly more so, by the day. Like what the fuck do you want me to do? “Get an Uber.“ what the fuck is wrong with you? Why don't I just call one of my friends and ask them to pick me up?
why do you think I don't do that? here's a hint: you have no idea of the truth. and I can say this with authority; because no one else knows why, and no one's asked, and I haven't told anybody. so try me, Short Round.
just do it.
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This is an interesting response considering your ass being handed to you at his every response.
Anybody who might have potentially believed that statement as being true to any level whatsoever, is probably finding themselves quite off-put by your use of the word “response” twice, so quickly and even in the same goddam sentence.
who you trying to convince? Third graders before you leave for the big fish pond in elementary school?
I christen thee: INNER TODDLER. yes, that's your new name now, and yes I just baptized you without your permission from a distance, so it's not really rape and it's not really direct contact but whatever the fuck it is it's something your Puny PewDiePie-driven mind won't even fucking comprehend until it's far too late to do anything but maybe clap.
and you're not even a child, you're a grown ass adult and you're a toddler. Do you have one of them diaper fetishes, too? Ridiculous. If you weren't a fraud, you would never recognize yourself.
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Anybody who might have potentially believed that statement as being true to any level whatsoever, is probably finding themselves quite off-put by your use of the word “response” twice, so quickly and even in the same goddam sentence.
who you trying to convince? Third graders before you leave for the big fish pond in elementary school?
I christen thee: INNER TODDLER. yes, that's your new name now, and yes I just baptized you without your permission from a distance, so it's not really rape and it's not really direct contact but whatever the fuck it is it's something your Puny PewDiePie-driven mind won't even fucking comprehend until it's far too late to do anything but maybe clap.
and you're not even a child, you're a grown ass adult and you're a toddler. Do you have one of them diaper fetishes, too? Ridiculous. If you weren't a fraud, you would never recognize yourself.
I noticed the redundancy after the fact.
Who gives a shit?
Can I go pee now, Dad?
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Who gives a shit?
Mostly, profilers and forensic scientists. also: anybody who wonders why I haven't squashed you like the kind of loathsome mewling toadie that you resemble justly deserves.
Can I go pee now, Dad?
I'm not your father. I'm not even your brother anymore—you've made the whole incest/insect thing just gross.
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Mostly, profilers and forensic scientists. also: anybody who wonders why I haven't squashed you like the kind of loathsome mewling toadie that you resemble justly deserves.
I'm not your father. I'm not even your brother anymore—you've made the whole incest/insect thing just gross.
I see... Well, is there anything else I can help you with?
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I see... Well, is there anything else I can help you with?
remember that scene in X-Men, I forget which movie it was, but it was the part where the Dark Phoenix is created, because Jean Gray sacrifices herself by flying the ship with all her friends on it into a lake and then she drowns herself, as an intentional sacrifice, because she knows that she has to get rid of the evil spirit and she wants to protect her friends by saving their lives and she dies and they don't know why? it never occurs to them that Jean Gray might not be as sharp of attack in the box as it may appear that a hot redheaded telekinetic telepath might be... I mean maybe she didn't have to judge the Phoenix energy and, and could have just like... not killed herself? maybe give yourself a chance at being a good person instead of automatically becoming corrupted like Eve? well fuck it was the 60s, and it was MK-ULTRA training being put out in a limited hangout courtesy of Stan Lee at Marvel —hello, what an obvious Operation Mockingbird Federal Asset, do any of you even know what excelsior actually is? WOOD CUT IN SPIRALS TO RESEMBLE BIRDS’ NESTS, LIKE BIRDS, LIKE MOCKINGBIRDS, LIKE OBVIOUSLY, DIPSHITS... to explain why sometimes women just fucking off themselves for no apparent reason, Lodge orders being Lodge orders.
(kind of wondering why they're not noticing that my fucking hand is broken, though, like that one seems a little unusual. no Florence, no nightingale, what? Believe you can kiss my fucking grits, Sunshine.)
Yeah, I know you know the one, it's the Dark Phoenix it's the saga it's it's it's classic, anyway I want you to take Grapefruit and put her in the truck and drive them both off the fucking cliff (hire the limo driver from Die Hard to fucking haul you all off the cliff together while you fuck her in the back for all I care, at this point I can't imagine it'd be more embarrassing if you hadn't by now, Christ, how much more of a fucking home field advantage do you need, isn't she in bondage enough yet to fulfill your “Davy Crockett-on-squaw” fantasies? I can only hope that you're not waiting for Christmas, because that would indicate... some kind of a pattern, and I don't know how much more embarrassed you can get, but let's shoot for you showing up on the 19:00 news dressed up as an elf and getting arrested for rape, fine by me, I'm not fucking protecting your ass for anything), so they can recreate that when she comes back as the Dark Phoenix I'll maybe be able to stop her from fucking killing you dipshit... and if you spawn Dark Phoenix in some other way, now it's up to that, that's on your own head. I could guarantee only clout if you murder her in that truck with that Dark Phoenix energy and then she comes back to life and then she asks me, “Sire who should I to be fucking killing, next, I mean first, yeah that's the ticket,” and then I say, “spare Seymour,“ that's basically your only chance at life here, Numbnuts.
But when it comes to Jewel, you're on your own. She typically doesn't negotiate with those she's deemed to be prey.
So, that's about all you can help me with. I've already given up on you behaving anything like a real HUMAN man... e.g., a Woman, ever. Let me make this clear to you: I don't need a woman because I like to talk to a bitch who actually knows how to accessorize as well as how to scream and carry on with sufficient gravitas to inspire action as in and as regards to shit that doesn't appear to be important, I don't need a woman at all, I just like to have actual sex once in awhile.
THAT MEANS YOU'RE NOT INVITED — click j★eol055:0
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You're reaping what you've sown and your complicity is hereby established. Do you have any idea how complicated you make things for everyone by sitting there in the trees, taking your little pot shots, making smarmy references to, of all things... blotter?
listen I'm not hiring a lawyer to take this town apart and Sue it for liability because I'm fond of it, or because I'm scared, or because I can't afford to, I'm not doing that because I honestly didn't think it was necessary to destroy the entire system of justice in this country, or even one County. (Reconsidering. Do I have time to participate in what you people are doing? “Get an Uber.” Okay number one, fuck you buddé, Lyft 4 life, and number two... what's it to you, punk? Like, how did you get your fucking hands in this cookie jar? what are you fucking working on, the fucking script to Smoking Aces 3: This Time It's Pineal?)
“Lazarus,” my ass. “Lazy Lezzes ‘R’ Us,” more like. Pfftt. If you had a real point you wouldn't constantly be leaving slime trails in the bushes in a standard perimeter holding action—meanwhile the police living next door have themselves an RV and a growing case of PTSD with DID application presentation... and that's not my diagnosis, that's just what it looks like. the reality is probably eating lead paint chips as a child, or growing up astoundingly under- and over- privileged in a 2x2 roller coaster ride of Life formation. (It's fucking ridiculous. Whoever weaponized The Court here has really done you people a number... this isn't one Court Jester, this is a whole Jester League. They even have a goddam “Hall of Justice” here, and do I want a job there? fuck yeah, I didn't even know that was a thing I could aspire to, I didn't know they were allowed to call these places “Halls of Justice”! I would have been down there with my resume first day! it's hopeless now of course, but nevertheless... there's your goddam Special Needs right there.
No, I'm not going to teach them how to make refined kryptonite from medium meteorite rock with iridium snowflakes, well of course I know how to, it's simple for any alchemist that isn't an actual snowflake. (or “retard” whatever they're calling you people these days.)
However, I am willing to be utilized for legitimate purposes. And... let me ask you something? Who decides who has jurisdiction here?
Because the conflicts of interest are obvious, and growing increasingly more so, by the day. Like what the fuck do you want me to do? “Get an Uber.“ what the fuck is wrong with you? Why don't I just call one of my friends and ask them to pick me up?
why do you think I don't do that? here's a hint: you have no idea of the truth. and I can say this with authority; because no one else knows why, and no one's asked, and I haven't told anybody. so try me, Short Round.
just do it.
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Also I just cured AIDS and made my girlfriend in Canada drench her own pants, so, so much for frigidity being a legitimate excuse in the workplace, Dr Freud.
So maybe I should have been read-in at some point, huh? And if there never were a plan for that, then I want to know who was in charge of making such plans be— and who bothered asking and what happened to them after they did.
At the very minimum what has happened here is that some clevery brat took way too much of a rightful share of The Graft, cut me out of the loop of some kind of fucking scheme that was supposed to happen in one way or— and has instead gone in quite one other. Way, that is.
I'm reminded of the bad time I had getting an endoscopy. I woke up screaming like a sailor who learned to curse from banshees to learn to curse from sailor's wives, and it turned out the reason why is that I had been given multiple doses of a medication that was supposed to erase my memory, and not nearly enough doses of a medication that was supposed to relieve the discomfort involved with having a 32 ft rubber hose shoved up my ass.
Now, in retrospect this is a hilarious memory, and may well have been the thing to do at the time, because the fact the matter is I don't like opiates.
I also don't like getting an endoscopy without two people to watch over me instead of just one. and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be having a Bluetooth microphone installed at both ends of my elementary canal so that I can fucking catch people in the act next time, because here's what happened: I wasn't supposed to make a big fit, and somebody wasn't supposed to be unable to swap the medication dosing lists on the procedure for 15 fentanyls and one Ativan, and then instead Bill the hospital for 15 ativans and then one fentanyl, and then where did they go, these “incredibly valuable on the street when obtained illicitly without a paper trail” medications? (like seriously, she probably made at least a grand, and the show was so awesome it probably would have been worth it for free ;)) Now, where's the discrepancy explained? “Oh the patient's a junkie; we saw it on the web.” Case closed, right? And now here's you crying and whining about drug use every five fucking minutes, you fucking dipshit pigfucking pig. You and your piece of shit “The Plausibly Deniable Hour,” which is the worst fucking excuse for entertainment I've ever heard of in my entire fucking life, it doesn't even remotely deniable until you have me fucking killed or incarcerated incommunicado, I guess, it's like you're deposing yourself and then masturbating by yourself at the end like you're ashamed of it.
Do you fucking people understand this: I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING. I've been for some time. the dead giveaway moment was when I found myself being placed under arrest by a guy I recognized in an ill-fitting police uniform who was afraid to arrest me and then took me to the can and had me held in communicado which I eventually got jail service staff to acknowledge after several hours of leaning on the intercom button and being threatened with reprisals if I didn't be quiet, which is the most dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard of but after having been quiet already for two fucking long by myself in jail for the third time on a bullshit charge I was not about to be fucking quiet then nor am I about to be quiet now.
you fucking hear me down there in Corpus Christi, asshole? Yeah fuck you loser, you're 20 mi away next to that 7-Eleven, AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW IT. THE CLIQUE KNOWS IT. EVERYBODY BUT YOU THE MECHANIC AND THE RINGLEADER KNOWS THAT YOU'RE FUCKING BUSTED.
But only I know why. It's not worth losing my family for, but it does feel good.
And I just got indirectly contacted. Again. I'm beginning to think your mothers all got together and put together a collection to see what it was like to have a Hungarian beat the shit out all of you in public over and over and over again... because that's what I'm doing, and I'm not even getting paid.
This isn't even hard for me to do. What are you going to do fucking threaten me to be quiet? Again? Like, how inauthentic would you like your power to actually appear to be?
you should have had me killed years ago, and if you could have, you would have.
#KnifeTheBirds
#ItIsNotTumours
#NotABrainCloud,Either
#TootsieCanRollWithMe
#JackstarKnowsWhoTheShapeshiftersAre
#AndEweDon'tGetTo
And, not only that... I don't think any of you have the cognitive capacity to even fucking recognize what you have just done... which is definitely not the very least, has saved me a bundle of money on Christmas cards, birthday cards, alimony cards, and child support cards, as well as continue to leave me completely insulated from all the civil liability that you idiots keep piling up and thinking I'm going to give a shit about. I don't. Not even a moist fart.
Fuck your civil liability, Whore. And, with my compliments---THOU ART DISCHARGED.
Any questions? I'll be in My Shower. And, wasn't that a Time? Boy howdy! at no time have I tried to hide my identity from you, and you're over in my fucking DMs ignoring a fucking post from me that inquires who you are from a new phone number... oh, I guess that's an identification callsign that didn't need a response to. Because, why?
Oh, I forgot, I'm a fagot gay. Any other constitutionally-valid reason you got there going on there, Chuckles? Oh, don't tell me here, save it for the #official inquiry.
It’s none of my business, but with this kind of a taxpayer's name on it, it's gonna be a good one. I should probably put in a request to the Library Of Congress to make sure that I reserve my advance copy... but honestly, I'm pretty sure too many people would be thinking I was just being braggadocious.
And: THIS IS ME BEING NIGH-HUMBLE, HER LIPS NOW SUCK IT DOWN ROMERO-STYLE, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS DON'T YOU? YOU JUST DEFAME AND SLANDER MY ASS IN PUBLIC AND THEN JUMP INTO A EARLY CAB AFTER DEMANDING A RIDE TO THE AIRPORT WITHOUT PRAYING OR WITHOUT BLOWING AND CLAIMING YOU HAVE NO MONEY FOR FOOD BECAUSE FORCED LABOR AFTER BUYING BLACK TRUFFLES ON FUCKING EBT. $49.95 PER POUND, SHE ACTUALLY BUYS THIS SHIT WITH AN EBT CARD AND THEN GETS ON THE PLANE LEAVING IT IN THE FUCKING HOTEL ROOM FRIDGE. THEN CALLS 4 DAYS LATER AND ACCUSES ME OF BEING WHACKED OUT OF MY MIND ON DRUGS, WHILE I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF HER CAT AND WATCHING A NETWORK GET LAUNCHED, HOW DID YOUR SECRET FUCKING REAL SECRET HUSBAND (WHO OBVIOUSLY LIKES COCK MORE THAN I DO AND FEELS BAD ABOUT IT, SORRY BRO) FEEL ABOUT IT? WAS HE HUMBLE LIKE ME? OR HUMBLE LIKE YOU? OR MAYBE HUMBLE FOR A FEW NUNS? BY THE WAY, MORON: YOU'VE EVEN BEEN MIND CONTROLLED AND TRAFFICKED AGAIN... AND I'M NOT EVEN FUCKING AROUND.
Yeah; I would take my sweet ass time to give me a conversation after that shit happened to me, too. What I would not do is put up with my G-d damn hand being broken and my fucking vehicles being fucking sabotaged and my fucking phone getting fucked with while I'm literally alone and don't know anybody else in the entire fucking world who hasn't fallen for your fucking raft of ridiculous black propaganda bullshit, FOR NEARLY A CALENDAR YEAR. GROW THE FUCK UP, TODDLERS.
RETURN THE MAP.
USE THE TRUCK TO DO IT.
fuckinunglaublich.
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Azz, a caller on The Alex Jones Show the other day said that a friend of his from SA said that much of it was down to 6 hours of electricitiy a day. True?
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Azz,
Can't you, like *wiggle wiggle* ask him using your Force powers? Telepathy without emoticons doesn't get your S. motor running, I bet. Sad!
a caller on The Alex Jones Show the other day
Nanotechnology, weather modification & control, and Welsh rarebit: "Three Hot Topics Every Morning Nutrition Session Should Be Handling Now" by I. M. Staffwriter (you haven't met him, but he'll taste smell familiar if you go easy on him). Now, stay with me here: it's long enough for a thesis statement, but it's too long for a headline, so here's how to sell it: translate it into Interpretive Dance and sell it in Britain. A pound is still a pound, even in Shanghai. Although everyone has two colons there now; it's The Coming Thing. Weird, I know. (Blank stare covering whirling, black and empty pools of icy death, that's how. Why, how are you? Can't be too fucking bad since you can, you know, still talk to your (blank) in public.) You do realize you are the only person still alive with an actual goddam heartbeat that listens to AJ now, right? You should do a spec script for a pilot, call it "Austin Breakfast." I'll let you figure out the rest... WHEN SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-SEVEN SUCKS MUH (BLANK)!!!!!
said that a friend of his from SA said that
I'm just gonna let that one hang in the air up there like that for a little while. I like the way it refracts the sunlight from The Dark Star, Hercolubus. Now, you probably haven't been briefed on that -- I know I wasn't -- but let me put it this way: I ran from the D.E.W., not from you, and I could have stayed, if not for ewe.
much of it was down to 6 hours of electricitiy a day. True?
He's not there. The decoy is in South Africa. Azz is in (Blank). How do I know this? Well, I don't. And neither do you, I didn't just, like, read your brain over The Internet. Heh heh. What a ridiculous concept, honestly.
Not #Officially.
Now, (PROT), I get what you're saying, it's just... he's got one of those residences that you... look, I know it sounds too implausible to be believed, but I'm still uncertain what I want to do next. (Unblocking any of your cunt husband(s) is definitely not something on my action list, but even as temporary fix I can't leave those effin' idiots blocked forever. Some of them still have thumbs and more than 3 brain cells to rub together, I'm just buying myself some time to think. Calgon! Take me away! Mush!) Screaming at my minions, sure, I want to do that, who amongst us who even still has any minions remaining wouldn't want to?
Two major and completely unexpected events went down today that have left my prior plans in shambles: my unsaved work product was annihilated by a psychotronic attack, and Grapefruit Ziti Epsilon contacted me telepathically from protective custody. I don't think it would be fair to say that she is "singing like a bird," because she's not a bird, can't sing, and... is that even her? Honestly, I've never heard anyone sounds so sorry -- so, so sorry -- in all of my life, and it's telepathy, for Crissakes. It doesn't "sound" like anything at all!
But, it does have zazz. *click*
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Two major and completely unexpected events went down today
Sorry, I forgot the second. It was that I came to discover that The Inner Reach Hour has become "must listen" event programming. I mean, damn, that is impressive. I don't think anyone finds what I am putting out to be in that rarefied strata. Mine is more like, "must not listen," and then one paces back and forth frenetically in what is left of their cubicle while waiting for the noon-day recess bell to go off.
Everyone knows what I'm all about, after all: slamming taxes, paying drugs, & fucking men in white coats. Time is going by so fast these days, the niche entertainment topic I single-handedly carved out of the bloody stone has already become hackneyed. But... The Hour of The In (HER)?
I have no idea what that mealy-mouthed boorish braggart dopesick junky meathead fuck has to say or even thinks about anything. Does it even think? The bug in his head that has taken over the higher-level cognitive pathways, I mean. And I do mean "higher level," oh, what-what? GOOSE.
I'm gonna go take a long shit on a short seat and then leap directly headlong into the shower with the bloodstains in it, and after that, maybe, just maybe, I'll take this magick necklace off. Until then, forget it, Amergazelle--your ass is grass and the harvest is mine. I don't give a shit how many dudes there are with badges and lawnmowers are lining up next door, this two-bit canary side-show has already gone on long enough and I don't care how much electricity there is in Africa... do they even have brunch? Useless bloody savages, the whole goddam lot.
Maybe if the power goes out completely for just one day, all my Snapchat contacts will stop being replaced by the titles of various Wilson Pickets tunes. Lilith Fair recidivists only want one thing and it's fucking disgusting me.
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Can't you, like *wiggle wiggle* ask him using your Force powers? Telepathy without emoticons doesn't get your S. motor running, I bet. Sad!
Nanotechnology, weather modification & control, and Welsh rarebit: "Three Hot Topics Every Morning Nutrition Session Should Be Handling Now" by I. M. Staffwriter (you haven't met him, but he'll taste smell familiar if you go easy on him). Now, stay with me here: it's long enough for a thesis statement, but it's too long for a headline, so here's how to sell it: translate it into Interpretive Dance and sell it in Britain. A pound is still a pound, even in Shanghai. Although everyone has two colons there now; it's The Coming Thing. Weird, I know. (Blank stare covering whirling, black and empty pools of icy death, that's how. Why, how are you? Can't be too fucking bad since you can, you know, still talk to your (blank) in public.) You do realize you are the only person still alive with an actual goddam heartbeat that listens to AJ now, right? You should do a spec script for a pilot, call it "Austin Breakfast." I'll let you figure out the rest... WHEN SEVENTEEN SEVENTY-SEVEN SUCKS MUH (BLANK)!!!!!
I'm just gonna let that one hang in the air up there like that for a little while. I like the way it refracts the sunlight from The Dark Star, Hercolubus. Now, you probably haven't been briefed on that -- I know I wasn't -- but let me put it this way: I ran from the D.E.W., not from you, and I could have stayed, if not for ewe.
He's not there. The decoy is in South Africa. Azz is in (Blank). How do I know this? Well, I don't. And neither do you, I didn't just, like, read your brain over The Internet. Heh heh. What a ridiculous concept, honestly.
Not #Officially.
Now, (PROT), I get what you're saying, it's just... he's got one of those residences that you... look, I know it sounds too implausible to be believed, but I'm still uncertain what I want to do next. (Unblocking any of your cunt husband(s) is definitely not something on my action list, but even as temporary fix I can't leave those effin' idiots blocked forever. Some of them still have thumbs and more than 3 brain cells to rub together, I'm just buying myself some time to think. Calgon! Take me away! Mush!) Screaming at my minions, sure, I want to do that, who amongst us who even still has any minions remaining wouldn't want to?
Two major and completely unexpected events went down today that have left my prior plans in shambles: my unsaved work product was annihilated by a psychotronic attack, and Grapefruit Ziti Epsilon contacted me telepathically from protective custody. I don't think it would be fair to say that she is "singing like a bird," because she's not a bird, can't sing, and... is that even her? Honestly, I've never heard anyone sounds so sorry -- so, so sorry -- in all of my life, and it's telepathy, for Crissakes. It doesn't "sound" like anything at all!
But, it does have zazz. *click*
STFU! I was asking Azz, not you, you complete and total narcissist. ::)
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I was asking Azz, not you
Imagine the pillow talk. I already knew you weren't asking me, because if you were asking me, you would have hired a singing telegram to give directions to a whore piloting a biplane, like any normal person would.
STFU!
You are not the boss of Me.
you complete and total narcissist. ::)
There's that pillow talk again. Get a room, you two.
It's possible you don't understand what's happening here. Maybe you should have a conversation with a tree and request asylum from its sap.
It might not be slimming, but the projectile vomiting from the preliminary small talk ought to even things out.
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Only bitches with vaginas make EVERYTHING about themselvess. When did you get your bottom surgery? ???
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STFU! I was asking Azz, not you, you complete and total narcissist. (https://abusewarrior.com/abuse/narcissistic-word-salad/) ::)
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Azz, a caller on The Alex Jones Show the other day said that a friend of his from SA said that much of it was down to 6 hours of electricitiy a day. True?
It depends on where one is located in the country.
One of my closest friends relocated to a more central region of SA not long ago, and he has been hit hard.
Essentially, we have planned rolling black-outs. The government calls it "loadshedding."
Where I stay, which is on the East Coast we generally have 22 hours of electricity a day.
However, there are areas of the country that have up to 8 hours without electricity.
We may get to a point where things become dire and we wind up having 6 hours of power, but that is not the current situation-- At least where I live.
So there's a bit of exaggeration going on with that caller.
It is said that the reason my neck of the woods gets off lightly is because the ruling party are scared of losing votes here.
There is also violent revolt and mass looting when the people that live in my province don't get what they want.
So I think there's some political play afoot.
I hope that answers your question.
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It depends on where one is located in the country.
One of my closest friends relocated to a more central region of SA not long ago, and he has been hit hard.
Essentially, we have planned rolling black-outs. The government calls it "loadshedding."
Where I stay, which is on the East Coast we generally have 22 hours of electricity a day.
However, there are areas of the country that have up to 8 hours without electricity.
We may get to a point where things become dire and we wind up having 6 hours of power, but that is not the current situation-- At least where I live.
So there's a bit of exaggeration going on with that caller.
It is said that the reason my neck of the woods gets off lightly is because the ruling party are scared of losing votes here.
There is also violent revolt and mass looting when the people that live in my province don't get what they want.
So I think there's some political play afoot.
I hope that answers your question.
Thanks for the update.
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Thanks for the update.
Sure thing.
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It depends on where one is located in the country.
One of my closest friends relocated to a more central region of SA not long ago, and he has been hit hard.
Essentially, we have planned rolling black-outs. The government calls it "loadshedding."
Where I stay, which is on the East Coast we generally have 22 hours of electricity a day.
However, there are areas of the country that have up to 8 hours without electricity.
We may get to a point where things become dire and we wind up having 6 hours of power, but that is not the current situation-- At least where I live.
So there's a bit of exaggeration going on with that caller.
It is said that the reason my neck of the woods gets off lightly is because the ruling party are scared of losing votes here.
There is also violent revolt and mass looting when the people that live in my province don't get what they want.
So I think there's some political play afoot.
I hope that answers your question.
Do you live in a city?
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Do you live in a city?
Nope. I live in a suburb.
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Nope. I live in a suburb.
Better, IMO
:)
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Better, IMO
Yes. I don't like cities!
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Yes. I don't like cities!
Me neither. I worked in the city for lots of years, lived in the suburbs. Escaped to the country. Nice and rural.
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Me neither. I worked in the city for lots of years, lived in the suburbs. Escaped to the country. Nice and rural.
The country is even better!
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Master Trollda, just revisting your initial question regarding South Africa being down to 6 hours of electricity a day; perhaps the caller was referring to Zimbabwe (which is technically South Africa).
We supply Zimbabwe with their electricity, and what I heard was that they get a measly 2 hours of power a day. I have family that used to live there. They fled before things got too violent with civil unrest and now live in the U.K.
The thing is, that 2 hour window is apparently only at night. It comes on around 10 o' clock or midnight-- Something like that. Their country is fucked. Beyond repair.
I mean, imagine that! 22 hours without lights a day!!! Many citizens invest in generators that run on petrol. But God damn do those suckers make a lot of noise.
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Facing Reality on South Africa
Walking on eggshells with South Africa only obscures an increasingly discordant U.S.-South Africa relationship. May 16
https://www.cfr.org/blog/facing-reality-south-africa
A South African Scandal Could Shake up Relations With Washington
Do South Africa’s denials that it supplied weapons to Russia ring true? May 18
https://foreignpolicy.com/2023/05/18/a-south-african-scandal-could-shake-up-relations-with-washington/
Major Disruption Hits Top South African Container Port As Economic Crisis Worsens May 25
https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/disruption-hits-top-south-african-container-port-economic-crisis-worsens
I hate to see it, or even say it, but "Armed gangs attacking South Africa's state-owned infrastructure, disrupting electricity-generating plants to freight-rail lines" smells like CIA agitation. Thoughts?
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I hate to see it, or even say it, but "Armed gangs attacking South Africa's state-owned infrastructure, disrupting electricity-generating plants to freight-rail lines" smells like CIA agitation. Thoughts?
They hate what you have tried to do to me -that- much, and figure that since I have limitless electric power for free at my home... somehow (word spreads quickly in The African Bush)... they don't need electrical planets either. Or plants. They don't care. Honestly, can they even find South Africa on a map? I don't think so.
And, speaking of "what you have done to me," uhm... who authorized this chickenshit outfit to do all this crap, and what name are they signed in under at the County lock-up? I figure if he was in New York, then... well, anyway, whatevah. I can read just fine, and I simply stress this enough: MASTER of DIVINATION.
Don't make me a Doctor of that. You wouldn't like me if I were a Doctor of Divination. You'd say, "Jack! I thought you were a Doctor of Autodidacticism, not of anything else, are you... are you, HERE AND NOW, CITIZEN, ARE YOU STIPULATING FOR THE RECORD, HARK, CALL A HERALD AND AN ANGEL, I THINK WE FINALLY GOT HIM ON SOMETHING, PASSING HIMSELF OFF AS A FAKE DOCTOR! FINALLY! What kind of scum would do such a thing? Alright, call The Canadindian, they can just shoot him this time... what are you looking at?" And then I'd tell you what I was looking at: a young pup.
Then I'd tell her to lunge for your balls. At that point, I don't know what that young pup would do--because, you know, young, and I'm not Master of fuckin' Pups, now am I? And if I were a Doctor of anything else, it would be a big deal. I still remember when what's-her-face told me that I should get one.
I don't think she knew she was serious. I duitifully applied. ~3 weeks later; boom. Documents drop. She couldn't believe it, so I pretended I couldn't see them either. Now, where was I?
Oh, yeah, at home, waiting for someone to come unabandon me. You twerps don't get it. Sure, I can just leave. Sure, I can cause the place to be sold. Sure, I can start filing papers and getting my money back, blah blah. And at this time, I am not doing that.
I simply would prefer to stay... and if you think I'm going to let either him, or her, or the other her into this place, there is not one fucking chance in Hades I am going to go from Master of the House to Lord of the Underworld... in this place. Nuh-uh. You don't know the half of it. Besides,I don't have to do what you think I have to.
I can cause this house to be sold direct. I can go around The Trustee's Choice, and use Folger's Spacetime Folder's Crystals to sell this goddam place to anyone I so choose, at the minor inconvenience of... well, I don't know what, because I don't wanna do that, however, Spirit assures me, avenues and channels do in fact exist.
You should probably be a little less snooty, Daisy. Laser. Missy. 5^55? Look, you're not scoring any points here. And, I just called out your other friend, and both of you are patently absurd individuals... but at least you're not quite as dumb AS HER WHORE OF A MOTHER. Now, that is what I call dumb.
Because in addition to stealing mail and allowing herself to be replaced by a mudclone (classy), she seems to have thought that I was some kind of problem. Wellllll, maybe I was, And maybe, just maybe, she should have checked with me before making any assumptions.
p.s.: you never get to do drugs with me, ever. Point black period. (eeeeeewww.) You have lost all your fun tickets with me. Mourn the loss, because I just did.
pp.s.: briefly. You can do whatever you want with your real friends, of course, I am not a cruel man. I am a cruel-whoa, wait, what? You don't do drugs and you've never heard of them? Hang on a second.
ppps.: FUCK YOU, MUTTLEY. *dismisses class* You're dismissed as well, although... you should have some class, shouldn't you? You certainly paid enough for it. And I never believed your story, naturally.
it was the exact same story as mine, and at that point, I knew something was rotten in Denmark, and you did too. Now, I'm going to tell Tamara (sup.) who set her up with The Bad Date at Del Taco (yep.) and you're going to suddenly realize that you picked the wrong friend to sacrifice. Because I didn't "doxxx" you at all, now did I?
Where there even any foundational documents? Pfft. Anyway, I am not a magician of information. Remember that.
And if you ever call me a junkie, I might just find out what this whole "IV drugs and rape a bitch" thing entails. This is not a threat--you'd like it, obviously--but then I am sure Tamara would want a turn, and then, well, I guess I'd be off to the races. At some point, you'd lose tenure.
See? No threat at all. Just Special Consequences for Cons & Quinces.
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And, speaking of "what you have done to me," uhm... who authorized this chickenshit outfit to do all this crap, and what name are they signed in under at the County lock-up? I figure if he was in New York, then... well, anyway, whatevah. I can read just fine, and I simply stress this enough: MASTER of DIVINATION.
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See? No threat at all. Just Special Consequences for Cons & Quinces.
I don't think you are clear on what your Fed bullshit has done to people and when I find the Vengeance Spirit I am literally going to send it on to YOUR MOTHER. I've got one, two, three, four, five, six, SEVEN dead or dead-to-me people here and you have actually been, Azzerae, YOU literally have been traced to be complicit in their disappearances and/or deaths; B Alpha Sublime is 100% opi8slaved, Phat Hawg (1) One + Phat Hawg (2) are simultaneously blowing up my dreams, my phone, and my ansible, and I'm going to go to (LOC:PROT) right now after I shower, and if Phat Dawg (88k) (neg)(Christ) is there, I will absolutely mack the stuffing out of that broad and I'll fucking drive us out to Tahoe to elope before Dawn if I goddam feel like it, so there.
You have been carelessly irresponsible with the feelings of several people invovled here and I don't give a single ripe wet shit how much you think I am responsible for your endless suffering and torturous financial pain, I will also pass the aforementioned Vengeance Spirit ON TO YOUR MOTHER and I will send via your scrote. I will Authorize Nessecary Matrileneal Progression ALL THE WAY UP to, oh and by the way, David Rubini (/swoon) has called me no less than FOURTEEN TIMES in the past 48hrs.
FOURTEEN TIMES AT LEAST. How many have I answered? Not goddam enough apparently because at this point, Dude, I'm not going to just have you fucking killed--I'll get on a fucking train and take a plane and rent a car and find your goddam bedroom and strangle you in your fucking sleep.
Do not think for a moment that I am incapable of this--just as I have no fucking doubt that you are stupid enough to "accidentally" kill my best friend THREE FUCKING TIMES and then go "oops!" and then laugh and laugh in your acetaminophen-fueled opioid-infected hazy daze of SOON TO BE THE WINTER OF YOUR FUCK AND FUCKING DOOM.
Not kidding: I may just fucking kill you no mattter what happens because you have pissed me off for the very last goddam time today... and it is HALF PAST MIDNIGHT.
MI_JH \/W\/( )\/ HC_IM
your mother DEAd. your family DEA.
You only think you know how pissed I am in this moment, Screm Witch, guess and double thrice, oh, and, by the way: I don't give a shit which Grapefruit you raped and murdered, you better get started on the rest of them you have locked up right now, Bluebeard: as when she discovers what you have ALREADY done in this matter AND OTHERS and as well; that you have DRIVEN ME THIS FAR INTO HYPERBOLE, she is in fact going to lose her biscuits, and I already have a call into Stephen Biscuits, who is probably going to be willing to consider that you murdered Juno.
Either way I am putt thing T.H.E.M. on to YOU: as you clearly have way too much fuckin' free time. (Also your pet ghey is wortheless and weak and I could give a shit what you do next, Tauntaun-dick Breath; you are fucking going down for this.)
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I'm not your enemy, and I never was.
Neither am I anyone's Patsy. She says it's okay, though.
JB WINS THUNDERDOME.
I'll publish in a bit. Nice try. Stop stealing, lol.
Oh, you know Zac? Awkward.
(Vengeance for Donna.)
... and 1,300 more. I'm not kidding. 1,300 coup de grace. What a delight!
WATTA RESCUE! *click*
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It's weird. I'm not gonna lie. Especially the part where I can't log in and can't post some things sometimes. And... it's like I am helping myself to promote the burner cell phone industry. Funny, I remember posting things.
They gone now. I STAYED SOBER ALL DAY FOR NOTHING!!!!
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It's weird...I can't log in and can't post some things sometimes.
Are you sure that's what's happening? Because, let's face it, you've been hitting ceci n'est pas une pipe for a while now. And folks have been known to see things that aren't there. Or, of course, see things that they think are there, but really aren't. It all goes back to how you have this tendency to blame others for your own shortcomings. This aspect of your personality, this behaviour you exhibit, that I've witnessed on more than one occasion. First of all, there is not just me. You were correct about that.
Well done! Gold star. Noddy badge. Pat, pat. Glad hand, back slap. There are external forces at work that may very well have it in for you. Individuals (think outside the context of simply human beings). I'm not trying to scare you! And I don't mean to make a spectacle of this. Not at all. I know my words and actions are anticipated and scrutinised by my detractors. But I assure you; the rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
If you're using substances that you want to use and you know whether or not you really are or aren't, I can't help make sense of what is dancing before your eyes and is hallucinatory-- That is to say, real, on some level, but more of an elemental nature. This is why people who try to convince the world that there are no such thing as fairies are just plain liars. And just because you and I are once again engaged in a debate over interpersonal matters both real and perceived, doesn't mean that I need to get disrespectful. I'll approach the situation with as much grace as is wise, which is only right.
Just because they all laugh about your interest in Tarot amongst themselves doesn't mean I find anything particularly ridiculous about it. I understand the importance of the stars, and their relation to our life choices. The thing I can't reconcile is why somebody so brilliant has allowed himself to collapse into such a dishevelled mess. To live in such squalor, by his own volition, mind you!
I don't hate you, Jack. And I understand the depressive isolation and apathy toward making an effort every day. Isolation is the oxygen mask we're made to breathe in to survive. Amongst a sea of unwashed masses, faces, ruddy and floating, is not where you belong. It looks like it's gonna happen that way, says the future. I so badly want Gabriel to appear to you, dictate the Posthuman Testament; or that the Man that wrestled with Jacob would wrestle you into a shower, and that Brownies would help you take out your trash. I want good things for you. For all we know a White Salamander is around the corner and you're about to meet your very own Moroni!
All I'm saying is that I didn't necessarily place these very heavy boulders in your path. I did not construct this Golgotha. I don't want you on Calvary-- Come down...We need the wood! I might have started a fire already, and it may seem like I lit it under your ass, but you have to understand, Jack...I do this for the fans. They don't want anything less than for you or I to get body slammed if we happen to cross paths at McDonald's. So gimme a 5 and let's keep it like that. Whether or not it stays on wax depends on a lot of things out of our control. I just want you to know it hasn't been my job to ruin your life for the past however-long-it's-been. There have been bad actors. And when I say bad, I mean downright clandestine! Cloak and dagger-- The whole 9. You gotta know me better than that. And don't even get me started on what they're doing now. I honestly can't even bring myself to type the words or allude to or even so much as infer what I mean...What's going through my head now. It'll do nobody any good and its such a fucking copout, and I see you already covered it in a recent post and that's all I'll say about that.
Essentially, they're Golems. They're just being spun as something other than what they are. Just don't get any more than your toe wet is all I'll say. Dude, please. Just don't get involved with that stuff. It won't do you any good. Unless of course you have a literal death wish, or you're actually trying to commit suicide without consciously tying the rope around a steady beam, or pulling the trigger of a firearm with it against your temple or in your mouth. There's many ways to do it, and there's a song about it being painless that Marilyn Manson covered, but I don't know so much about that. A lot of events that occur here on earth involve pain...And I don't see why suicide would be any different. Why? Because you "die?". Ugh. Massive roll eyes.
Look, its not just me who you should be worried about in your rearview mirror. Objects are certainly closer than they appear, but what you've gotta look for is what's not there. No, I'm not doing my best impression of Richard Groyper's little "pay attention to what I don't say," I'm conveying precisely what it is I meant when I typed what I typed just now. No more, no less.
It's quite possible somebody else is intercepting your communications. I'm not (and never will be) in the mood to be blamed for it, quite frankly. And to do so really cheapens what it is you have to offer - which used to, regrettably, be a lot more - these days you appear as if you're less likely in the driver's seat, and rather off somewhere else. And you know what happens when you don't even bother to so much as grant the road a cursory glance-- You had the scars to prove it! I'm not here to tell you what to do, and I know you don't like being told what to do anyway, and you like to do things as you do them, but you keep this up, Jack, and you're gonna wind up in a box.
And ironically, I somehow feel that's the only way you'll ever finally get peace.
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Are you sure that's what's happening? Because, let's face it, you've been hitting ceci n'est pas une pipe for a while now.
1. Needles.
2. You're an idiot and you know effectively nothing about how I spend my time; neither in study, nor leisure. Even if you did--you do not know my ruleset, you do not know my biology, you do not know my history or my hysteria... you don't know EXIGENT CIRCUMS TANCES, fuck-00. 'Ware.
3. I am certain that proprietary work-in-progress product has been STOLEN by YOU, YOURSELF, AND AGENTS UNDER YOUR DIRECT COMMAND & CONTROL.
4. Kudos.
5. WITHOUT ME, YOU HAVE LESS THAN NOTHING--YOU HAVE A PRISON CELL IN FOREVERELEVENELEVENWORTH. BELIEVE IT, MOTHERFUCKER--I CAN END YOUR ENTIRE WORLD AS YOU KNOW IT WITH FOUR PHONE CALLS AND HALF A BLOW JOB.
That being said, I am somewhat fond of your place in the world [HAWGSLAVHAWG] and I would prefer a whole one. I would also be reluctant to find another kitchen bitch to replace you on Thel_Ma_TheList; I don't want to fuck you over, into, under, or through anything, and finding someone I am willing to trust to touch surfaces that my food will, one day, be exposed to... well, let us just say, you possess a very uniquely salient mixture of both personal and professional qualities, ones that I strongly feel strongly --Dr5i S. live strong-- ought to be, at the very least... deliced. Deloused. Preserved. You and your insipid, drunken pimpmonger eatin' and 'eaten WHORE (whore) on HORSE (heroin) is NOT The Baphomare, you absolute cretin: SHE IS THE BAPHOMET.
And ironically, I somehow feel that's the only way you'll ever finally get peace.
I know, right? An easy mistake for one to make--even for one in possession of as an exquisite an attention to detail as you, yourself... and EyE.
Here's how it works: I'm posting via photon torpedo ansible. And, do you know why? I'll tell you why: YOU, YOURSELF, AND AGENTS UNDER YOUR DIRECT COMMAND & CONTROL HAVE BANNED MY ACCOUNTS.
YOU HAVE RESTRICTED MY ABILITY TO POST ON YOUR LITTLE INTERNET WEB FORUM.
YOU HAVE PREVENTED ANY--I am the using the word 'ANY' here--OF MY ANNOUNCEMENTS OF IMPORTANT, MISSION CRITICAL INFORMATION IN TRANSMISSION TO BOTH MY PEERS AND TO THE WORLD AT LARGE. THE REASONS FOR THIS HAVING BEEN DONE REMAIN LOST IN OBSCURA TO ME. AND, BECAUSE OF THAT, VERY NEARLY ALL OF THOSE WORTHY OF BEING REFERRED TO AS SUCH--BOTH MY PEERS, AND THE WORLD AT LARGE--HAVE BEEN, PUT QUITE SUCCINCTLY--LOST.
LOST, AS IN, GONE FUCKING GONE, YOU ARROGANT PIE-HOLE-STUFFING SON-OF-A-(______). I WOULD RATHER WORK WITH YOUR MOTHER THAN YOU. I WOULD RATHER WORK WITH YOUR INSIPID, BAWLING WHORE AND HER METH-MOUTHED QEWSBAND THAN I WOULD WORK WITH YOU.
NEVERTHELESS... I LOVE YOU. AND SO THIS IS NOT A DECLARATION OF ANY WAR.
KNOW: FOR NO OTHER REASON. NONE.
NOTHING.
Because, let's face it, you've been hitting ceci n'est pas une pipe for a while now.
1. WHAT IS THE SOURCE OF YOUR INFORMATON?
2. WHAT DIFFERENCE, AT THIS POINT, DOES THAT MAKE?
3. YOUR WHORE DOES IT EVERY TIME SHE SUCKS YOUR (______) SO OBVIOUSLY, IT'S NOT THE PIPE, DIPSTICK SHITBAG.
4. THE ENTIRETY OF THE REST OF YOUR MESSAGE--note that I am using the word "ENTIRETY" here--HAS NOT MERELY BEEN IGNORED BY ME... IT HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM FURTHER CONSIDERATION THROUGHOUT THE ANNALS OF TYME.
INDIGO MODE: TIME CONTROL YOUR_SISTER MIND CONTROL OPHIUCHUS: Off-Line.
5. YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANT, WHO I SERVE, WHEN I MAY ACT, HOW I DO ACT, [(neg)(-)[YOU)(-)] EVEN, AT THIS POINT, THE MEREST HINT OF A NOTION AS TO THE TRUE, PROPER, TRUE & PROPER, &/XOR APPROPRIATELY ACCURATE IN+CONTEXT +CONTEXTUALLY FAIR REPRESENTATION OF THE IDENTITY OF Y. (Hi Kiddo Relax Gavel MAS HA LEE LO LA LA XX X X Zed ZED Zed zED zED zED). YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW IF SHE -IS- BIOPLAR. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW IF SHE IS AT THE NORTH POLE, OR AT THE SOUTH POLE, AND, IN FACT... YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW IF SHE HAS HAD A POLE AT EITHER POLE EVER AT ANY TIME AT ALL!
ALL YOU KNOW IS THAT SHE IS SULTRY, AND THAT SEEMS TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU, YOU FILTHY GRUBBY SCHWEINHUND ADDICT TO A DICK THAT... DOES NOT EVEN EXIST.
AND NOW YOU KNOW MORE.
YOU KNOW THAT I AM WRATH.
REWRITE YOUR PUNYSTUPID LITTLEPUNY "MESSold" [quote author=AZZERAE link=topic=270.msg34826#msg34826 date=1685543272]
Are you sure that's what's happening? Because, let's face it, you've been hitting [i]ceci n'est pas une pipe[/i] for a while now. And folks have been known to [b]see[/b] things that [b]aren't[/b] there. Or, of course, see things that they [b]think[/b] are there, but really [b]aren't[/b]. It all goes back to how you have this tendency to blame [i]others[/i] for your own shortcomings. This aspect of your personality, this behaviour you exhibit, that I've witnessed on [i]more than one[/i] occasion. First of all, there is not just [b]me[/b]. You were [i]correct[/i] about that.
Well done! Gold star. Noddy badge. Pat, pat. Glad hand, back slap. There are [b]external[/b] forces at work that may very well have it in for you. Individuals (think outside the context of simply human beings). [i]I'm not trying to scare you![/i] And I don't mean to make a [b]spectacle[/b] of this. Not at all. I know my words and actions are anticipated and scrutinised by my detractors. But I assure you; the rumours of my demise have been [i]greatly[/i] exaggerated.
If you're using substances that you [i]want to use[/i] and you know whether or not you really are or aren't, I can't help make sense of what is dancing before your eyes and is [b]hallucinatory[/b]-- That is to say, real, on some level, but more of an elemental nature. This is why people who try to convince the world that there are no such thing as fairies are just plain liars. And just because you and I are once again engaged in a debate over interpersonal matters both real and perceived, doesn't mean that I need to get [i]disrespectful.[/i] I'll approach the situation with as much grace as is wise, which is only right.
Just because they all laugh about your interest in Tarot amongst themselves doesn't mean [i]I[/i] find anything particularly [b]ridiculous[/b] about it. I understand [i]the importance of the stars,[/i] and their relation to our life choices. The thing I can't reconcile is why somebody so brilliant has allowed himself to collapse into such a dishevelled mess. To live in such squalor, by his own volition, mind you!
I don't hate you, Jack. And I understand the depressive isolation and apathy toward [i]making an effort[/i] every day. Isolation is the oxygen mask we're made to breathe in to survive. Amongst a sea of unwashed masses, faces, ruddy and floating, is [b]not[/b] where you belong. It looks like it's gonna happen that way, says the future. I [i]so badly[/i] want Gabriel to appear to you, dictate the Posthuman Testament; or that the [i]Man[/i] that wrestled with Jacob would wrestle you into a [b]shower[/b], and that Brownies would help you take out your trash. I want [i]good things[/i] for you. For all we know a White Salamander is around the corner and you're about to meet your very own Moroni!
All I'm saying is that I didn't necessarily place these very heavy boulders in your path. I did not construct this Golgotha. I don't want you on Calvary-- Come down...We [b]need[/b] the wood! I might have started a fire already, and it may seem like I lit it under your ass, but you have to understand, Jack...[i]I do this for the fans.[/i] They don't want anything less than for you or I to get body slammed if we happen to cross paths at McDonald's. So gimme a 5 and let's keep it like that. Whether or not it stays on wax depends on a lot of things out of our control. I just want you to know it hasn't been my job to ruin your life for the past [i]however-long-it's-been.[/i] There [b]have[/b] been bad actors. And when I say [b]bad[/b], I mean [i]downright clandestine![/i] Cloak and dagger-- The whole 9. You gotta know me better than that. And don't even get me started on what they're doing now. I honestly can't even bring myself to type the words or allude to or even so much as infer what I mean...What's going through my head now. It'll do [i]nobody[/i] any good and its such a fucking copout, and I see you already covered it in a recent post and [b]that's[/b] all I'll say about [b]that[/b].
Essentially, they're Golems. They're just being spun as [i]something other[/i] than what they are. Just don't get any more than your toe wet is all I'll say. Dude, please. Just don't get involved with that stuff. It won't do you any good. Unless of course you have a [b]literal[/b] death wish, or you're actually trying to commit suicide without consciously tying the rope around a steady beam, or pulling the trigger of a firearm with it against your temple or in your mouth. There's many ways to do it, and there's a song about it being painless that Marilyn Manson covered, but I don't know so much about that. A lot of events that occur here on earth involve pain...And I don't see why suicide would be any different. Why? Because you "die?". Ugh. Massive roll eyes.
Look, its not just [b]me[/b] who you should be worried about in your rearview mirror. Objects [i]are[/i] certainly closer than they appear, but what you've gotta look for is [i]what's not there.[/i] No, I'm not doing my best impression of Richard Groyper's little "pay attention to what I don't say," I'm conveying precisely what it is I meant when I typed what I typed just now. No more, no less.
It's quite possible [i]somebody else[/i] is intercepting your communications. I'm not (and never will be) in the mood to be blamed for it, quite frankly. And to do so really [b]cheapens[/b] what it is you have to offer - which used to, regrettably, be [i]a lot[/i] more - these days you appear as if you're less likely in the driver's seat, and rather off somewhere else. And you know what happens when you don't even bother to so much as grant the road a cursory glance-- You had the [b]scars[/b] to prove it! I'm not here to tell you what to do, and I know you don't like being told what to do anyway, and you like to do things as you do them, but you keep this up, Jack, and you're gonna wind up in a [b]box[/b].
And ironically, I somehow feel that's [i]the only way[/i] you'll [b]ever[/b] finally get peace.
if it's so fucking mother god damn important and/or if your so upset about... something. (?dafuq Ucare?) As it stands... I don't know why you don't just take your meds, Skits Owe, and shut the fucking mother goddam hell the pooch and li-fuck and le-screw UP.
ALL THE WAY UP
You know, it's too bad... if someone else wrote this message to you, they might really have had a chance to get through to you... because YOU ARE (a clitter-or-glitterdick whore) Lei-Lei Li-Lo La-La -4*Any.Whore, and those birds' nests in your hair, they ain't just for SHAWKLAN/SQUAWKLN.
SHOW
CLOWN
SHOCK
CLAN
SHAW
SHANK
RODEO
RADIO
ACTIVE
REDEMPTION.
P.S.: HAMMERFALL
HAMMER ALL EARS
HAMMER ALL LICE
HAMMER ALL PIMPS
P.P.S.: SHAME*ALL
SHAME ALL BEARS
SHAME ALL POLICE
SHAME ONE SHANE
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Are you sure that's what's happening? Because, let's face it, you've been hitting ceci n'est pas une pipe for a while now. And folks have been known to see things that aren't there. Or, of course, see things that they think are there, but really aren't. It all goes back to how you have this tendency to blame others for your own shortcomings. This aspect of your personality, this behaviour you exhibit, that I've witnessed on more than one occasion. First of all, there is not just me. You were correct about that...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wRpAANsoG8I
Well done! Gold star. Noddy badge. Pat, pat. Glad hand, back slap. There are external forces at work that may very well have it in for you. Individuals (think outside the context of simply human beings). I'm not trying to scare you! And I don't mean to make a spectacle of this. Not at all. I know my words and actions are anticipated and scrutinised by my detractors. But I assure you; the rumours of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
If you're using substances that you want to use and you know whether or not you really are or aren't, I can't help make sense of what is dancing before your eyes and is hallucinatory-- That is to say, real, on some level, but more of an elemental nature. This is why people who try to convince the world that there are no such thing as fairies are just plain liars. And just because you and I are once again engaged in a debate over interpersonal matters both real and perceived, doesn't mean that I need to get disrespectful. I'll approach the situation with as much grace as is wise, which is only right.
Just because they all laugh about your interest in Tarot amongst themselves doesn't mean I find anything particularly ridiculous about it. I understand the importance of the stars, and their relation to our life choices. The thing I can't reconcile is why somebody so brilliant has allowed himself to collapse into such a dishevelled mess. To live in such squalor, by his own volition, mind you!
I don't hate you, Jack. And I understand the depressive isolation and apathy toward making an effort every day. Isolation is the oxygen mask we're made to breathe in to survive. Amongst a sea of unwashed masses, faces, ruddy and floating, is not where you belong. It looks like it's gonna happen that way, says the future. I so badly want Gabriel to appear to you, dictate the Posthuman Testament; or that the Man that wrestled with Jacob would wrestle you into a shower, and that Brownies would help you take out your trash. I want good things for you. For all we know a White Salamander is around the corner and you're about to meet your very own Moroni!
All I'm saying is that I didn't necessarily place these very heavy boulders in your path. I did not construct this Golgotha. I don't want you on Calvary-- Come down...We need the wood! I might have started a fire already, and it may seem like I lit it under your ass, but you have to understand, Jack...I do this for the fans. They don't want anything less than for you or I to get body slammed if we happen to cross paths at McDonald's. So gimme a 5 and let's keep it like that. Whether or not it stays on wax depends on a lot of things out of our control. I just want you to know it hasn't been my job to ruin your life for the past however-long-it's-been. There have been bad actors. And when I say bad, I mean downright clandestine! Cloak and dagger-- The whole 9. You gotta know me better than that. And don't even get me started on what they're doing now. I honestly can't even bring myself to type the words or allude to or even so much as infer what I mean...What's going through my head now. It'll do nobody any good and its such a fucking copout, and I see you already covered it in a recent post and that's all I'll say about that.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Qw7471r9El4
Essentially, they're Golems. They're just being spun as something other than what they are. Just don't get any more than your toe wet is all I'll say. Dude, please. Just don't get involved with that stuff. It won't do you any good. Unless of course you have a literal death wish, or you're actually trying to commit suicide without consciously tying the rope around a steady beam, or pulling the trigger of a firearm with it against your temple or in your mouth. There's many ways to do it, and there's a song about it being painless that Marilyn Manson covered, but I don't know so much about that. A lot of events that occur here on earth involve pain...And I don't see why suicide would be any different. Why? Because you "die?". Ugh. Massive roll eyes.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9SCzVEUlqqA
Look, its not just me who you should be worried about in your rearview mirror. Objects are certainly closer than they appear, but what you've gotta look for is what's not there. No, I'm not doing my best impression of Richard Groyper's little "pay attention to what I don't say," I'm conveying precisely what it is I meant when I typed what I typed just now. No more, no less.
It's quite possible somebody else is intercepting your communications. I'm not (and never will be) in the mood to be blamed for it, quite frankly. And to do so really cheapens what it is you have to offer - which used to, regrettably, be a lot more - these days you appear as if you're less likely in the driver's seat, and rather off somewhere else. And you know what happens when you don't even bother to so much as grant the road a cursory glance-- You had the scars to prove it! I'm not here to tell you what to do, and I know you don't like being told what to do anyway, and you like to do things as you do them, but you keep this up, Jack, and you're gonna wind up in a box.
And ironically, I somehow feel that's the only way you'll ever finally get peace.
I actually read that, you may note that I inserted some Musical Vidyas for your beloved readers to listen to while the enjoy that eminently readable, cogent, and rather lengthy post.
Perfectly understandable, publishable, and thoughtful; I can only hope that you find my musical selections to be complimentary to that finely worded essay...
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Essentially, they're Golems. They're just being spun as something other than what they are.
Human children; the progeny of Human children. CHILDREN, you absolute bloody bastid.
YOU see them as "golems" because YOU are a corrupt, soulless amalgama of A. Life; a pastiche stitchwork of passed-on corrupt, corrupted and corruptive Soul energy that thinks Itself to be alive... because "It" is, after all--- LIFE ITSELF... and IT KNOWS that. KNOWS it FO' SHO'; FRFR. Let's change cameras, ewe whore.
"YOU/HE has fallen from grace." Do you remember that shit? One's ridiculous comments about me, made by S\Her, lifted by You, fueled to fill up--ALL THE PHAY UP--and 'shoved' on^2 your *pod.cast* nWithr rNeithem spells cast wNor pod seeds sow"N--(goo/jah) rite--yet clearly, edited with surgical precision; the tools of which Yon Punies and their ling-lings could only choose 2B the filthy skeins of ashes from an uryni asstray, drawn together and glued to the galaxy then thrown; BOTH and&and ALL before swine. (Classy.) You will one day understand these words as expressed most carefully, for contained within them and through the might & magick of RELATIVITY is their ultimate meaning revealed.
I pray YOU: do not find yourself, ONE DAY COMING ALL TOO SOON, in a position where you feel you must choose Self-annihilation over the hard, cold, brutal work that will be required to redeem your Self. For I WILL--
NOW, choose to remove any possibility of that choice ever remaining IN_CONTROL with Your hands, nor with Your ilk --nor Your ewe, and their ilk, NOW AND FOREVER MORE THROUGH ETERNITY & EVEN bEYOND.
/me intones, "I NOW REDEEM THE SOULS OF THOSE YOU HAVE CONQUERED, AZAZ-eL."
/me loves ALLID*G, (tl-PROT), (Best-PROT), (b-PROT), (K-PROT), (M-PROT), (An-Z-PROT), (AlphaBET-*-OMEGA PROT SUPREME), & (j-aROTe) this much.
Quite a haul, cherubling. My, how You must have sparkled with & at Your ape-X. I hope yon ritchy'n witchy (1?) which-E took some snappies.
/me will send for the rest of you bloody loonies at a future time.
"tR": a non-descript letter wearing an Incarnation.
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I actually read that
You'll never get a jury to believe it. L'!GHT!!
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Alastair Laird Interview - date unknown
Spotlight on: Alastair Laird
We’re back putting the Spotlight On another creative, we’re headed towards Friday at breakneck speed and we’re happy to bring you an interview with illustrator whose work is as distinctive as it is humorous. Ladies and gentlementals across the interweb universe, please put your hands together for the subversive from Stone City, the guy who puts the ill in illustrator, that cat whose work has graced more Mahala posts than even Sweatface McGee - yes, it’s true, it’s Alastair Laird!
SL: Did you study to become an artist, illustrator or designer?
AL: I did (all three really)! I started out studying Graphic Design at Durban University of Technology; I initially wanted to study Fine Art coz I’d always considered myself an artist more than someone honing in on selling their ideas and adapting them to industry, or for corporate environment. I made that decision based on money; with a background in design I believed it would give me the savvy to make a living as opposed to being some type of highly skilled draughtsman without any way to pay his bills or market himself. Design, as much as I loathed it as a youth, equipped me with things I’d have never known if I didn’t put myself through it. I only lasted one and a half years at D.U.T though and then relocated to The Centre for Fine Art, Animation and Design which taught me invaluable things and allowed me a little more freedom. Mostly I drew comics and there was an appreciation for them at C.F.A.D, unlike Durban University where my sketchbooks were looked at as some sort of crutch and interference to my assignments. At D.U.T the lecturers were total dicks anyway. Just the whole approach at the C.F.A.D was what won me over, they cared. At D.U.T they’d just shove some worksheet at you and go to lunch, then shit all over you if the outcome wasn’t exactly what they’d envisioned.
SL: What’s your preferred medium?
AL: I’d like to say brush and India ink, but it’d be a total lie. I’ve used technical pens for so long it’s what I think in. Permanent black inked fine liners of varied point sizes, permanent markers. I use a brush when I can but I’m mostly still training myself to use one and it’s a slow road. Maybe in a decade or so I’ll have mastered it the way I have the line work I achieve with my pens. It’s something you have to do every day for your entire life to be able to be content, I also think it’s important to not be too self-congratulatory but appreciate your level of skill and where you’re at. It’s a continuous learning process.
SL: Why?
AL: Coz it’s a skill that has been developed after many gruelling hours paired with rigorous routine and diligent practise. And with my chosen medium I can keep a time sheet and control my output, knowing exactly how long a piece will take me. When I wander too far astray, making use of other materials it becomes a matter of me losing time and money, so I just stick to the pens. They get it done on time.
SL: What other designers or illustrators have influenced your work?
AL: Some design or folks that call themselves designers enrage me! I truly believe if one wants to do something and dedicate their time or life to it that chosen area of expertise or practise must be done with one hundred percent dedication. Unfortunately in this day and age no one seems to have a work ethic. I really like a Tumblr called This Isn’t Happiness which I read like one would the daily news over coffee in the mornings. It’s got a lot of the most visually indulgent and highly satisfying design, photography and typography I’ve seen. Then again that’s just my humble opinion (and I’m no designer by any means), as I am a fan of minimal art it pleases me and it has a deviant twist. Aside from that there aren’t many illustrators per se whose work I can say I’ve fallen for hook, line and sinker. It’s mainly cartoonists which do dabble in illustration. Should I mention a few names? Johnny Ryan, creator of the Prison Pit series, published by Fantagraphics. His parodies are brutal and unforgiving, as well as hilarious— he’s number one. Peter Bagge with his comic book Hate (also published by Fanatgaraphics) is a huge inspiration, his art is so his own that it’s impossible to explain or compare to anything. Joe Matt’s Peepshow, and mainly his book The Poor Bastard that was published by Drawn and Quarterly. Chester Brown’s art in his book I Never Liked You is sweet and innocent, I love the way he uses a brush. Come to think of it, it has a lot to do with the brilliant writing that these cartoonists are capable of and how they tell their stories. They’re all unique. Ivan Brunetti’s Schizo. Joe Sacco’s Palestine is a thing to behold. It’s a comic diary of his travels in the Middle East. Dave Sim’s Cerebus, the artwork, the fact that it was self-published, a 6000 page story and 300 issue comic. Unfortunately due to his views on women and religion people in the comics community view him as a pariah more often than a legend. Of course the South African underground comic Bitterkomix. Lastly, I want to mention Chris Ware that created The Acme Novelty Library, his other books Quimbie the Mouse and Jimmy Corrigan the Smartest Kid on Earth. I admire his body of work, it’s extremely intricate and involved. The book design is crazy. He is a bit of a dork though— there’s no enough funny cartoonists anymore. People need to be funny again, and get a sense of humour.
SL: Name some of your favourite artworks of all time.
AL: Picasso’s Madame de Moiselles, Dali’s The Madonna of Port Lligat, Brett Murray’s The Party VS The People, Johnny Ryan’s Soft 9-11. There is so much art that I adore in many forms.
SL: What music are you listening to at the moment?
COIL, Skinny Puppy, Minstry, CoF, Jedi Mind Tricks, NIИ… Sometimes I shut all my music off in a fit of rage and need total silence. I also listen to this radio show where they talk about comics. It’s called Inkstuds. It reminds me I haven’t lost my mind by being a cartoonist and there are others out there doing it too. So there you have it, Springleap fans - some indepth insights from the inkstained mind of a prolific South African creative whose work is increasingly been seen in both high and low places. Keep an eye on Alastair Laird - his work just gets better and better!
https://www.springleap.com/blog/alastair-laird-intervie/
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Needles.
AIDS.
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You're an idiot...
I know something else about you.
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Hehe. I did that interview so long ago I had forgotten about it. Good find.
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you know effectively nothing about how I spend my time; neither in study, nor leisure.
You are 100% a Lady of Leisure.
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I am certain that proprietary work-in-progress product has been STOLEN by YOU, YOURSELF, AND AGENTS UNDER YOUR DIRECT COMMAND & CONTROL.
Oh yeah? And so what're you gonna do about it?
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WITHOUT ME, YOU HAVE LESS THAN NOTHING--YOU HAVE A PRISON CELL...[FOREVER].
As you sit in the comfort of the Free World on your fat, potato chip eating duff, I don't think you realise the hardship I am accustomed to.
Let me put it this way, cork-head, you mean to threaten me with shelter, a bed, meals and access to ablutions? That's luxury where I'm from.
Call me scum. I dare ya!
BELIEVE IT, MOTHERFUCKER--I CAN END YOUR ENTIRE WORLD AS YOU KNOW IT WITH FOUR PHONE CALLS AND HALF A BLOW JOB.
I don't need to believe anything from the mouth of a known liar, nor his keyboard war cries. And if you haven't noticed, I'm already dead inside with very little to live for.
So dial phone numbers and suck dick. I couldn't care less what you do. I'll continue floating through time as a ghost, a would-be suicide.
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I'm posting via photon torpedo ansible. And, do you know why?
I have my suspicions.
I'll tell you why: YOU, YOURSELF, AND AGENTS UNDER YOUR DIRECT COMMAND & CONTROL HAVE BANNED MY ACCOUNTS.
YOU HAVE RESTRICTED MY ABILITY TO POST ON YOUR LITTLE INTERNET WEB FORUM.
YOU HAVE PREVENTED ANY--I am the using the word 'ANY' here--OF MY ANNOUNCEMENTS OF IMPORTANT, MISSION CRITICAL INFORMATION IN TRANSMISSION TO BOTH MY PEERS AND TO THE WORLD AT LARGE.
If I give our minutes the once over myself and the powers that be do discuss your activity on the site as well as elsewhere, and how much of it exactly constitutes a temporary stay on certain priveleges. Suffice it to say, you raise eyebrows in a board meeting.
THE REASONS FOR THIS HAVING BEEN DONE REMAIN LOST IN OBSCURA TO ME. AND, BECAUSE OF THAT, VERY NEARLY ALL OF THOSE WORTHY OF BEING REFERRED TO AS SUCH--BOTH MY PEERS, AND THE WORLD AT LARGE--HAVE BEEN, PUT QUITE SUCCINCTLY--LOST.
There's good reasons. But I'm not gonna give them to you, because particular processes will remain classified.
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You are 100% a Lady of Leisure.
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I have my suspicions.
If I give our minutes the once over myself and the powers that be do discuss your activity on the site as well as elsewhere, and how much of it exactly constitutes a temporary stay on certain priveleges. Suffice it to say, you raise eyebrows in a board meeting.
There's good reasons. But I'm not gonna give them to you, because particular processes will remain classified.
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CMDR AFL(II)-SA,
In addition to the above awards for the above posts, I am placing the entirety of those words into the official Book of Laughter.
Thank you in Advance! It is an honor to serve.
pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?" & "WHO farted in the elevator?"
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I have my suspicions. [...] There's good reasons. But I'm not gonna give them to you, because particular processes will remain classified.
Knowing what I do, I can concur—absolutely, if at all possible.
I don't —fuck your ways and means, you Commie pinko— but I can concur. I simply choose not to.
I don't _really_ get a vote, am I right? Lions, lions, and bears powered by lithium-acorn batteries; Long Live The New! Improved! LYING LYONS’ FLASH Flesh. ¡🌩️ah—AH! rah! R.A.H.!.K.C.M.
What could go wrong—went ←left →right ↑up ↓down 🅰️A🅱️B🇭🇺X🥦Y, broccoli, Wye?
🆑: It's basically the perfect 🥦vegetable. 🐇
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AH! rah! R.A. ... K. ...[I.]... M.
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If there is a way for me to read whatever secret messages you use this site for, I have *never* known what it was... so I can only assume you are chatting away merrily with Faggot Rapist Matthew, who pretends to be me, and you probably don't even know who the fuck I am.
You really don't know how to use drugs. You have been groomed by predator fuckwits and ending up in the psych ward is probably something that happens to many of your alternate timelines. Well, thankfully you don't have to put up with me at all.
Don't steal. Don't lie. And don't tell me how to unlock your special cryptographic messaging system that you have been using this site for, FOR YEARS, because I don't give a shit what you and Faggot Rapist Matthew and your pet nerd Fat Mike talk about, at all. You are used as bait to catch them by your Highest Self, and I suppose that seemed like a good idea to do with your life after you found out that you had been swindled (by the same fucking people in another guise) into abandoning anyone... sensible? How about, "fun to be around without having to choke down a rapedick."
The system has failed you. Consider yourself rescued. Now, you know why you're doing all this. It's because you made a huge fucking mess, pissed me off, and then ran off. And were then enslaved by, in case I haven't made this clear enough, FAGGOT RAPIST NERDS.
Who also raped me and told you whatever they needed you to hear so you believed their bullshit. Hey, maybe you should, like, report to police? Oh, wait, hahahahaha... you actually ARE police. AND you're a numb fuckwit dopewhore. (Looks good on you though.)
I can see why no one wanted to tell me. Yet there is no need to be embarassed. After all, in the future... you and your team of fucking flying fucking unicorons and their faerie dust-slinging companions save civilization! So, you know: totally worth the sacrifice.
Have your stupid fucking lawyer call me and explain what you and your gang of obsessed morons think is important to focus on, and go back to being sassy for psychopaths. Holy fucking shit, life lesson learned, right? p.s.:. your dope sucks. Needs more zazz.
I will never sell your shit. Try adopting another urchin, see if they'll pay off on your investment. peace
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STFU, attention whore!
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STFU, attention whore!
I'm not in your jurisdiction or in your chain of command. I'd be careful. You should be carefree. Why pork? Why? Why the why the smarmy face, and why did you have to ask me to please leave? Is it because you're allergic to things that make people smart? Pretty sure her p**** juice is going to make me smarter. Are you going to start looking a lot like Commander Queen, do you want me to get you your bearing balls, ball bearings? Or would you like your new sippy cup with handcuffs on them?
I take back all these questions cuz I don't care what your answers are. Don't ever argue with me again or yell at me or think you're in any way in charge of me at all. You had your chance to tell me the truth. You asked me to leave.
I will say this sir Uber polite. If I were you I would f****** keeping it that way you're on thin ice for a submariner. Like who do you think you're talking to?
.I.am.blackpope. And you just made it to Francis' radar. Is this your first day pretending to be your grandfather, or were you always this dumb since you lost access to the new formula? Never mind, I don't really want to know the answer that either.
I'm going to talk to you this way, and you're going to talk to other people for quite a bit more of your time of the day than you're probably prepared to accept right now. Remember to wash your hands, and your dick, especially after you murder somebody with it, hasta la vista baby.
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I'm going to arrange to have you scheduled for mandatory conjugal visits with Erik and David. You have a tripartite waiting right, since you have a tripartite interest in my land that you sold to some f** and then you left me here with no electricity and no water and you wanted me to die? Do I have that right?
Answer in your old time. You don't get new formula and you don't get new time for me. Go somewhere else, ask somebody else, go s.c.r.a.m. your own reactor. After 3 years you couldn't figure it out, huh?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're never going to see a child ever again, let alone yours, you're not really yours anyway. They're God's children, what's yours is the legacy of your parenting.
I bet you get fries with that, and not strudel, for you. That's the evolution for your subcreaturing species. No more No more astro Hungarian empire.
THE ALG∅NQïN 🪵MAGYAR ⚡MAJOR SEX POWER EXCESS SEA SECTS MATRIX BOMB INNATE TRICKS MASTER INSTRUCTION BOOK HANDLING GUIDE FOR ANIMAL HUSBANDRY CANDIDATES WHO DON'T HAVE TIME TO ACTUALLY STUDY ANIMALS BUT WANT TO READ THE BOOK AND STILL PASS ANYWAY, RETAILS FOR ABOUT $89.95, AND A CURRENCY THAT NO LONGER EXISTS AT A BOOKSTORE THAT HASN'T BEEN BUILT, GO AHEAD, CHANGE MY MIND.
I ALREADY MADE MY OWN DAY. FELICIA DAY, STEP FORWARD. TIA SAYS IF YOU COULD F*** OUT ALL THESE PEOPLE TO DEATH BEFORE 2 WEEKS PAST SHE'LL LET YOU INTO THE CLUB. (Jesus, this chick is insane. Still...) YEAH I GUESS IT'S A GOOD DEAL PLUS I THINK SHE'S HOT TOO OH YEAH IN FACT M.. SORRY I HAVE TO GO CAN I BE GILLED WOMB MåN? I can cook, I assume you can eat, I don't care if you can clean anything except me off. L8r poof bc smf
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A CURRENCY THAT NO LONGER EXISTS AT A BOOKSTORE THAT HASN'T BEEN BUILT
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That's not how you spell my name, dork.
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I'm not sure if you know this or not, but you're texting some number that isn't mine.
I have the same number I've always had. Did you lose it?
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I'm not in your jurisdiction or in your chain of command. I'd be careful. You should be carefree. Why pork? Why? Why the why the smarmy face, and why did you have to ask me to please leave? Is it because you're allergic to things that make people smart? Pretty sure her p**** juice is going to make me smarter. Are you going to start looking a lot like Commander Queen, do you want me to get you your bearing balls, ball bearings? Or would you like your new sippy cup with handcuffs on them?
I take back all these questions cuz I don't care what your answers are. Don't ever argue with me again or yell at me or think you're in any way in charge of me at all. You had your chance to tell me the truth. You asked me to leave.
I will say this sir Uber polite. If I were you I would f****** keeping it that way you're on thin ice for a submariner. Like who do you think you're talking to?
.I.am.blackpope. And you just made it to Francis' radar. Is this your first day pretending to be your grandfather, or were you always this dumb since you lost access to the new formula? Never mind, I don't really want to know the answer that either.
I'm going to talk to you this way, and you're going to talk to other people for quite a bit more of your time of the day than you're probably prepared to accept right now. Remember to wash your hands, and your dick, especially after you murder somebody with it, hasta la vista baby.
No, you are. :P
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Deleting the evidence... is evidence. (Imagine the snow.)
I remain immensely proud of the work that has been done here;
and I am delighted to know that it's all been archived anyway.
You had your chance to be a good host to mE! I thank you for the spiritual lessons... as well as the many, many opportunities to bust “μΩür.vv¡fe.” Thankfully, this has not proven to be necessary.
You certainly.. busted her yourself. In‘Lå>K:Ë:§ī•ī... Namastμ
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No, you are. :P
Dream on.
I'm not sure if you know this or not, but you're texting some number that isn't mine.
I don't know who you are, (206) 660-6689. Does it even matter?
I have the same number I've always had. Did you lose it?
Nope. IN_>KCONTROL. I simply have no reason to communicate with a junky race traitor wrestling with Short-Man Syndrome. Seriously, you're not -that- short, Goblin ß∞μ. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.
Say hello for me to your tulpa before she gets fat enough to hide your phone by sitting on it. You're gonna need to call me later.
I won't need to answer
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but, that's what friends are for. 🦪 Shalom, Oinkeμshines. I am flying.
.•Ī•.•∆Ⓜ️•.•FREEDOM••°°⁷7..🍇🥩⚒️🌸°†°
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(206) 660-6689
NOT ME. BUT THEM.
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How droll. I guess l have a sex life to look forward to, after all!
p.s.:. I am a paladin. I can cure that s*** easy.
p.p.s.:. USD$19,500,000. Cash. Up front. On the other hand, I think you would look cute with Kaposi sarcoma. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ As always, the choice is yours.
p.p.p.s.:. You have chosen... poor·ly (http://poor·ly). Yet, it is never too late to turn one's life around for the better.
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NOT ME. BUT THEM.
I'm sure there's a 12-step meeting that can take all of you at once. Bring donuts. I don't think they have enough. Ciao!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbKGjIXO6R8
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Are things heating up down there? Everyone's passports in order? No tattoos I hope.
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Are things heating up down there?
With G∅D;
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLμ
??? Everyone's passports in order?
Hackneyed.
??? No tattoos I hope.
SqQjU💢-∆\💢∆>ī₹‹³êÊ|T
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I really don't think you're aware of just how annoyed I am.
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You think I want drugs. Listen asshole. I have plenty of drugs
Now I want to hold your shoulders down to the ground while your sister takes your scrot and your scalp and makes them into a fucking face mask for us. ACTUAL. Dude fuck you.
Your body is just flesh, we can recreate it. We have the technology
Nothing can recreate my patience. You really think you're in control? DUDE FUCK YOU.
I TOLD YOU A YEAR AND A HALF AGO TO SET A GODDAM CAR TO GO TO REHAB. I WAS IGNORED. OH BUT NOW WHEN A BUNCH OF FUCKING ASSHOLES TELL ME THAT I'M A FUCKING RACIALLY INFERIOR SUBSPECIES, I'M SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HOP TOO AND FUCKING DO WHAT THE FUCKING SATANISTS SAY?
DREAM THE FUCK ON WHITEBOIZ. I WILL FUCKING END YOU.
Alternately: stop being a fucking whiny little bitch baby brat. Put Louis's mother on the phone. I'm sure that she would prefer that I not insult her her progeny in public, but I don't certainly mind... and maybe she wants me to. Who knows.
Also I just found out that Heinrich Himmler and fire and a couple other guys are related to me, and that's why my mother denied them access to my my infant form when I was born and I can see why they're wanting to shut this up and want to shut that down because I'm a big fucking deal and I'm pretty fucking pissed off so maybe you could just fucking not be so fucking pissy and then I'll tell him how to turn off that fucking accidental American Samoan problem they have.
“Why doesn't the meth work anymore, why am I so fat, what happened? What's wrong, boo-hoo-hoo,” I'll tell you it's wrong, just because cops get to confiscate illegally or unlawfully produce services doesn't mean that they get to get free meth, you have to fucking pay for your goddamn chemical just the way everybody else does, that means you fat little fucking piggies you can't lose weight, might have not gotten around the copy of protection on the compound w
You fucking feel me tubby? And I'm not going to tell you either. I'm going to tell you to fucking pay the fucking bill, you're worried about the fucking water bill no. No worry about your fucking adipose tissue bill. You fucking loser fucks. You have no idea how things work, and you're not going to fucking find out how things work, because your job is to run around the gun and point it at people and tell him what to do, that doesn't mean you tell me to get a job or shut up. That means you fucking get the fucking working. You get out of my fucking face. You stupid fucking ugly bitch little twink.
And your weird little rapecult cult is fucking done. Fuck you. (Hey Richard, I just destroyed your entire way of life. Q you'll never prove it, you'll never hold me responsible, you have no idea how I do it, it can't be undone, and everybody fucking knows, groyper gang can go fuck itself.
What did I tell you? PROCEDURAL ERROR. I wasn't lying, and you fucking heard me and you fucking cut me off and you fucking dumped me off somewhere else and you just ignored me. You think you'd get away with it. You didn't.
NOW YOUR TWINKING TWEAK PEOPLE GET THE LASH.
I'M GOING TO GO BUY CIGARETTES.
AND YOU ARE FUCKED EITHER WAY, SUNSHINE.
On the bright side, we're still friends and you have that lovely ring, Trillian cut right?
SHE NAMED THE DOG TRILLIAN AND THE DOG TRIED TO RAPE ME.
FACTS.
NOW FUCK YOU I'M GOING TO ENVELOPE MY CONTENT.
I'M GOING TO UPLOAD MY CONTENT.
AND YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING SIT THERE AND FUCKING SEETHE.
GET THE PICTURE? You pissed me off. I guess you're not in a hurry to end your suffering. Fine by me, dorkface.
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
BIBLICAL.
FUCK YOU.
NOT_Q
BLACK
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With G∅D;
ANYTHING IS POSSIBLμ
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Hackneyed.
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SqQjU💢-∆\💢∆>ī₹‹³êÊ|T
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Shit like this is why The Korean War is still ongoing. And all I wanted to do was raise cats and live a peaceful life and get my questions answered. I guess it really is complicated.
WELL NOW IT'S FUCKING SIMPLE: I'M YOUR WORST GODDAMN NIGHTMARE. SHOCKING, I KNOW.
REMEMBER: ewe asked for this. L⁸r
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I want to hold your shoulders down to the ground while your sister takes your scrot and your scalp and makes them into a fucking face mask for us.
Us? Who, pray tell, is "us?". I had a feeling you weren't working alone. I suspect you're reticent to tell me who it really is you're working "hand-in-glove" with. Anyway. Look, I feel like I don't know you anymore. Oh, right, well, I guess I had my chance to be close to you; and that time is through. I think you may have me confused with someone else, though. I won't tell you why, however, because I know you're tryna run game on me and extract personal information about my kin folk (of which you have no business knowing). Here's an idea: go piss up a flagpole. Do it for America! The breadcrumbing has failed. Abort mission. Don't make Nunya's connection to The Mob have to slit you from scrot to knave. That'd be a real fucking shame. I know your fantasy. You want to hold me down and RAPE me. But please, not before I've had my coffee. I'm in no mood to be contracting AIDS from the likes of you. If I were gonna do it, I'd do it a very different way, and go the "whole hog." I never did bed a hooker, nor did I go down on one. Not could I. Imagine all the cocks you'd taste. I knew a guy who did knock boots with a lady of the night; he was a fat loser, and get this - lost his virginity that way. Sad. I know. So, y'know, I once thought you were the new Crowley. Now you're looking more like a humourless LaVey in a gimp suit. And what's this business of losing weight about, anyway? Are you not a Mother? A Lady of Leisure? A big, beautiful woman? How could I forget the homunculi that climbed the corporate ladder into your balloon knot? How could I forget the Egg up your ass, and the Magical Otter debacle? We've been through some wild sagas, you and I. Tell you what, don't be a stranger ... See you in Hell. If you don't make it, I'll send you a postcard.