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Dear bunny, thank you for the fresh episode of Azzerae's World to have with my coffee! And for getting the site up so swiftly. You are right, I do like what you would call the gossipy stuff and figuring out how the personas that drift in and out work.
Richard's Drama Community does the same thing: all pretense at producing stand-alone content on any subject, from Erinn's skincare or Jason's canned goods or whatever that wolf guy was doing originally is abandoned since watching these youtube people fight is more interesting.
I think both Jacky and Rubini have exploited this, i. e. how the drama around the old paranormal genre became more interesting than the ostensible subject, and have done their best to create their own.
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Ultimately, I think we lived through a change in the zeitgeist. We are no longer interested in the paranormal for what it proposes either as a tantalizing alternative to objective reality, or a revelation of absolute Truth like what happens after we die. We are more interested in the crazy people offering it up. There are still a few people stuck in the old paradigm, but they themselves become interesting, as people.
Me goofing on Zak Bagans's clothes is just a clown show on that theme.
This is how the zeitgeist functions. You never get refutation or a declared winner between contests of ideas; attention just shoots off in another direction. There are still composers laboring over twelve-tone music, and artists in the old avant-garde who still want to ask "is it art?", but that discussion is old; there is no more to say. Sonically we are more interested in an Icelandic pianist picking out minimalist cadences on a specific battered upright to convey the feeling of ice and rock, or basketweavers using culturally well-grounded ancient utilitarian techniques and vernacular decoration to create what has become today's High Art, inextricably tied to a specific artist and culture.
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Pope, as support
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little, or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd;
Still by himself abus'd, or disabus'd;
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his follow'rs trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule—
Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!
-- from An Essay on Man, italics mine
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Dear bunny, thank you for the fresh episode of Azzerae's World to have with my coffee!
Thank you for your support, which enables me to focus on creating better shows. And keep this site up and running.
And for getting the site up so swiftly.
You are most welcome. That's what I'm here for!
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all the shows are great :)
I'm really stoked you like 'em!
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Bunnychow!!! I am enjoying this episode!
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Great show 🐰 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Thank you!
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🔥💥🤯 Thank you bunny I’m awake!
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MV only killed squirrels !!!
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Dear bunny, thank you so much, that was 🔥🔥🔥! Papi is not lying about his autograph; he has been recognized before on the street by a girl and asked. I will get mine framed and matted and hang it underneath the icon of the Pantocrator and kiss it every night as part of my devotions 😇🙏🏻💋.
I hope papi gets a copy of the full show. I will not rip you off but I think you should send it to heem 😜
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐!
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Dear bunny, thank you so much, that was 🔥🔥🔥! Papi is not lying about his autograph; he has been recognized before on the street by a girl and asked. I will get mine framed and matted and hang it underneath the icon of the Pantocrator and kiss it every night as part of my devotions 😇🙏🏻💋.
I hope papi gets a copy of the full show. I will not rip you off but I think you should send it to heem 😜
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐!
Far too much discussion on this board is devoted to this third rate hack. Start his own forum he should. Then post there all day you could.
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Far too much discussion on this board is devoted to this third rate hack. Start his own forum he should. Then post there all day you could.
I am sure such a forum would be wildly successful but if I went there I would just pester heem for pictures of heem in his onesie 🏋️♂️ and he would have to ban me and get a restraining order.
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I am sure such a forum would be wildly successful but if I went there I would just pester heem for pictures of heem in his onesie 🏋️♂️ and he would have to ban me and get a restraining order.
Mean you wildly successful like his show with less than 2000 subscribers over the last ten years? LOL!
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Mean you wildly successful like his show with less than 2000 subscribers over the last ten years? LOL!
Haha I am certain he has more than any self-proclaimed heirs of the #Legacy at this point. He does not get nearly enough credit for cranking them out dependably for years while everyone else runs around throwing tantrums. Micheal Decon is a cool low-maintenance papi who wears Old Spice and not Axe Body Spray, sexy as fuck Art Bell II for at the new generation, like I always said.
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Haha I am certain he has more than any self-proclaimed heirs of the #Legacy at this point. He does not get nearly enough credit for cranking them out dependably for years while everyone else runs around throwing tantrums. Micheal Decon is a cool low-maintenance papi who wears Old Spice and not Axe Body Spray, sexy as fuck Art Bell II for at the new generation, like I always said.
Think I that the KY gel has started seeping into your brain now.
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I hope papi gets a copy of the full show. I will not rip you off but I think you should send it to heem 😜
Feel free to disperse the file as you see fit.
You bought it. Its yours now.
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Probably part of the CIA’s program to deject Americans with shitty entertainment is Myke Decon.
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Feel free to disperse the file as you see fit.
You bought it. Its yours now.
Thank you bunny I will wait until you put up the free version.
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Thank you bunny I will wait until you put up the free version.
Norwegians being notoriously cheap. He's probably been wearing that same horrible cardigan for decades. Probably doesn't even wash it.
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Norwegians being notoriously cheap. He's probably been wearing that same horrible cardigan for decades. Probably doesn't even wash it.
No you dummy, I get the full episodes as soon as they are released because I pay bunny for them. I just don't want to work against his patreon system because I support him.
And I could, without exaggeration, wear a different jacket (that is the proper cognate to the word for them in Norwegian, jakke , not some stupid Englishman) every day for at least a month, and they are a breeze to wash if you know what you are doing. Wool is exceedingly durable if properly cared for, which is why it clothed our ancestors for thousands of years.
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Probably part of the CIA’s program to deject Americans with shitty entertainment is Myke Decon.
Hehe.
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Dear 🐰 thank you, that was 🔥, the roaring was very cute 💓
As far as papi's sandals go, I would point out that huaraches come in both open-toe and closed-toe, with closed-toe being the more usual para los hombres. I think that makes a difference. Because I am a silly faggot I jaunce about shamelessly with my toes in the breeze and the vamp cut scandalously low, but I am sure papi would never do such a thing.
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Dear 🐰 thank you, that was 🔥, the roaring was very cute 💓
As far as papi's sandals go, I would point out that huaraches come in both open-toe and closed-toe, with closed-toe being the more usual para los hombres. I think that makes a difference. Because I am a silly faggot I jaunce about shamelessly with my toes in the breeze and the vamp cut scandalously low, but I am sure papi would never do such a thing.
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I wish we didn't have toes, I don't see any point to them. If I walk more than half an hour my big toe throbs for the rest of the day. I thought sandals were supposed to be open-toed, otherwise they're just shoes FFS!
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I wish we didn't have toes, I don't see any point to them. If I walk more than half an hour my big toe throbs for the rest of the day. I thought sandals were supposed to be open-toed, otherwise they're just shoes FFS!
That is just your horrendous splayfoot from decades of heaving your monstrous bulk around in improper footwear. We were designed as barefoot creatures, frolicking in the long dewy grasses (unbelievably sensual, heavenly!) and I generally wear as little down there (and everywhere else) as weather will permit.
But philosophically that is your problem right there; closer to the earth is closer to God.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. -- Gerard Manley Hopkins
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That is just your horrendous splayfoot from decades of heaving your monstrous bulk around in improper footwear. We were designed as barefoot creatures, frolicking in the long dewy grasses (unbelievably sensual, heavenly!) and I generally wear as little down there (and everywhere else) as weather will permit.
But philosophically that is your problem right there; closer to the earth is closer to God.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. -- Gerard Manley Hopkins
I was heaving a pickaxe earlier today clearing ivy, and then went for a two hour walk in the sunshine along the river, passing old Morgan's house along the way. You could have been like me if you'd embraced the outdoor life instead of fannying about indoors reading books like an anaemic faggot. All this dumbbell heaving is too little too late.
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Gerald Hairy Merkins and his sprung rhythms can kiss my black ass!
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I was heaving a pickaxe earlier today clearing ivy, and then went for a two hour walk in the sunshine along the river, passing old Morgan's house along the way. You could have been like me if you'd embraced the outdoor life instead of fannying about indoors reading books like an anaemic faggot. All this dumbbell heaving is too little too late.
And of course you did not take a picture for me because you are determined to be horrid. I do wish I had put some effort into physical as well as mental robustness back then -- I came to the traditional methods of cultivating self-esteem very late, which will give all the manly men some smug satisfaction until they look down at their bellies (ugh my neighbor is out shirtless, with seismic waves pulsing through his gut) -- but, if you had suggested it to me as a kid, I would have stuck you with a pen-knife.
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And of course you did not take a picture for me because you are determined to be horrid. I do wish I had put some effort into physical as well as mental robustness back then -- I came to the traditional methods of cultivating self-esteem very late, which will give all the manly men some smug satisfaction until they look down at their bellies (ugh my neighbor is out shirtless, with seismic waves pulsing through his gut) -- but, if you had suggested it to me as a kid, I would have stuck you with a pen-knife.
It's a fairly unremarkable dwelling. It's at the top of a hill about two minutes walk from the river right opposite the war memorial. There's a garden at the back but no idea whether bumble-puppy was played on the lawn.
I've never really lifted weights, I don't find gyms particularly appealing places so I just try and keep reasonably active or I'll put on weight. Just basic stuff like clearing a small patch of land can give you a good workout, all those reps just seem pointless to me.
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Gerald Hairy Merkins and his sprung rhythms can kiss my black ass!
So he is too haphazard and Pope is too regular. You are a regular Goldilocks, aren't you?
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It's a fairly unremarkable dwelling. It's at the top of a hill about two minutes walk from the river right opposite the war memorial. There's a garden at the back but no idea whether bumble-puppy was played on the lawn.
I've never really lifted weights, I don't find gyms particularly appealing places so I just try and keep reasonably active or I'll put on weight. Just basic stuff like clearing a small patch of land can give you a good workout, all those reps just seem pointless to me.
Haha bumble-puppy! I am stealing that.
Yeah the weights are only justifiable if you are playing a desperate game of catch-up. However, if you have them to hand, at home, and can work an occasional heave into your routine (my little trick is to make myself do something every time I want a pipe or a cup of coffee) they are a good way to monitor, maintain, and gradually increase your strength.
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So he is too haphazard and Pope is too regular. You are a regular Goldilocks, aren't you?
I bet someone like William Blake gives you the vapours with his wild and woolly ways, although you both had much in common as god-bothering nudist weirdos. No offence.
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I was heaving a pickaxe earlier today clearing ivy
I think I can safely speak for the denizens of all the Gabs, be they past, present or future, about the most sincere regret that your little island is not blessed with poison ivy.
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Haha bumble-puppy! I am stealing that.
You need to re-read Howard's End. That was the game the Schlegels were playing. If memory serves it was with a worn-out tennis ball.
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Haha bumble-puppy! I am stealing that.
Yeah the weights are only justifiable if you are playing a desperate game of catch-up. However, if you have them to hand, at home, and can work an occasional heave into your routine (my little trick is to make myself do something every time I want a pipe or a cup of coffee) they are a good way to monitor, maintain, and gradually increase your strength.
You could also scrape that popcorn ceiling off and make it nice and smooth. A little asbestos will put hair on your chest.
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I bet someone like William Blake gives you the vapours with his wild and woolly ways, although you both had much in common as god-bothering nudist weirdos. No offence.
I do understand him. So, interestingly, did Joseph Smith, according to some relatively new theories, though no one has been able to prove he ever encountered his writings, just something in the water back then, trying to pull Christian cosmology back to what I'd argue is its fundamental humanism rather than the superstitious awe it acquired by way of the Roman state.
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I think I can safely speak for the denizens of all the Gabs, be they past, present or future, about the most sincere regret that your little island is not blessed with poison ivy.
Yes, I'm sure you'd be overjoyed to think of me covered in a rash from head to toe. I was rather enjoying having finished my yard work for the day and then come on here and poke you with sticks while you had yet to perform your beast of burden routine.
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You could also scrape that popcorn ceiling off and make it nice and smooth. A little asbestos will put hair on your chest.
The integrity of the style must be maintained! You have me looking for a porch light that is a plain pendant white globe instead of this ridiculous carriage-lantern, like on the Hansens' a-frame.
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You need to re-read Howard's End. That was the game the Schlegels were playing. If memory serves it was with a worn-out tennis ball.
Fine, after Hadrian. All this morbid fantasizing is getting to be a little too much, naked Polish boys writhing on the square, expiring as graceful martyrs -- I needed to lie down after that.
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Fine, after Hadrian. All this morbid fantasizing is getting to be a little too much, naked Polish boys writhing on the square, expiring as graceful martyrs -- I needed to lie down after that.
'The Quest for Corvo' is a biography of sorts by someone who read the book and wanted to find out more about the author. He tracked down various people who knew him.
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Yes, I'm sure you'd be overjoyed to think of me covered in a rash from head to toe. I was rather enjoying having finished my yard work for the day and then come on here and poke you with sticks while you had yet to perform your beast of burden routine.
You don't even have to worry about Mister Copperhead lurking under the Ivy, just waiting for you to step on him so he can bite on the leg. Pity, really.
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The integrity of the style must be maintained! You have me looking for a porch light that is a plain pendant white globe instead of this ridiculous carriage-lantern, like on the Hansens' a-frame.
That globe light was totally bad ass.
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You don't even have to worry about Mister Copperhead lurking under the Ivy, just waiting for you to step on him so he can bite on the leg. Pity, really.
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This is a green and pleasant land, fitted for civilised, erudite people like what I am. We don't tolerate vicious creatures of any kind. The United States of Northern America, from what I've read, is a barbarous wilderness peopled by semi-naked savages aiming thundersticks at each other. Of course you have bears and snakes etc. It's condign punishment for being such horrible bastards.
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Apparently there's been no Azzcast in a while , now all of a sudden CapeTown South Africa is on fire... There are no coincidences !!!
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Apparently there's been no Azzcast in a while...
Actually, I do 4 shows a week, but they premiere on my Patreon a week before the free, shorter versions are released.
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Actually, I do 4 shows a week, but they premiere on my Patreon a week before the free, shorter versions are released.
I get all of them ahead of time :) :D
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I get all of them ahead of time :) :D
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I get all of them ahead of time :) :D
So do I!!!! ;D
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So do I!!!! ;D
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Dear 🐰 thank you! Not that it should matter but I happen to think you are correct on the personal question in the free section and the alien discussion in the Patreon one. Plus the track you played under your uncle at the end was 🔥 could have come off the catwalk this year ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️!
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I love all the podcasts.. thank you ;) :-* :-*
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I love all the podcasts..
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Dear 🐰 thank you for the behind-the-music episode! ❤️ I enjoyed hearing about the formation of your crew and listening to the music tracks very much, especially the one with the chorus "bitches love the Sif like cocks to a faggot", it was insanely catchy and I found myself bopping along with it in my head at several points during the day. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐!
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Dear 🐰 thank you for the behind-the-music episode! ❤️ I enjoyed hearing about the formation of your crew and listening to the music tracks very much, especially the one with the chorus "bitches love the Sif like cocks to a faggot", it was insanely catchy and I found myself bopping along with it in my head at several points during the day. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐!
I took a bit of a chance on that one - or so I thought! Of course, I'm thrilled to the gills that it was an enjoyable peek into some unexpected territory for you.
While the "music" truly is awful, and falls short of being anything more than comedy, I had this idea to just cover it anyway.
And it looks like it worked. For that I'm grateful.
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I took a bit of a chance on that one - or so I thought! Of course, I'm thrilled to the gills that it was an enjoyable peek into some unexpected territory for you.
While the "music" truly is awful, and falls short of being anything more than comedy, I had this idea to just cover it anyway.
And it looks like it worked. For that I'm grateful.
It was certainly unexpected and I have no real standards by which to judge whether or not it is awful but, the way you organized and explained everything, even for a neophyte like me, you could hear the development of your ideas and get a real sense of progression.
Bunny I will tell you a secret so you feel free to take whatever artistic chances you want, without delicacy on my account: we are far sturdier than we are given credit for, and appreciate shock and black humor more than most people, especially at our own expense. Drag queens are great for terrifying normies but mostly they are what are called grotesques, us making fun of us. One Halloween an interracial couple I know went with the hunky white one leading the hunky brown one by a rope around his neck wearing a pointy hat. Be as horrible as you like; I will just think it is hilarious.
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It was certainly unexpected and I have no real standards by which to judge whether or not it is awful but, the way you organized and explained everything, even for a neophyte like me, you could hear the development of your ideas and get a real sense of progression.
Bunny I will tell you a secret so you feel free to take whatever artistic chances you want, without delicacy on my account: we are far sturdier than we are given credit for, and appreciate shock and black humor more than most people, especially at our own expense. Drag queens are great for terrifying normies but mostly they are what are called grotesques, us making fun of us. One Halloween an interracial couple I know went with the hunky white one leading the hunky brown one by a rope around his neck wearing a pointy hat. Be as horrible as you like; I will just think it is hilarious.
You have much more of a sense of humour about yourself than some people do. I will say, that KKK couple does sound like a hoot.
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Murphy? Losing his touch with that vanilla brand. But he must be cowering with the menace coming from Bellgas.
The Great Rubini is doing a harsh number on him and his once better half. The threats are becoming visceral.
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Dear bunny, thank you for the excellent advice on how to handle the massive crush I have on Michael Decon, advice which is available in the second half of the podcast for patrons only. Don't worry, I am under no illusions on that front. I am very sure that if I ever saw papi and his new beard I would just make little gasping noises and wee uncontrollably and he would just think I was some spaz.
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Dear bunny, thank you for the excellent advice on how to handle the massive crush I have on Michael Decon, advice which is available in the second half of the podcast for patrons only. Don't worry, I am under no illusions on that front. I am very sure that if I ever saw papi and his new beard I would just make little gasping noises and wee uncontrollably and he would just think I was some spaz.
I'm sure he reached that conclusion (like the rest of us) a long time ago, so you have nothing to worry about, poppet.
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I'm sure he reached that conclusion (like the rest of us) a long time ago, so you have nothing to worry about, poppet.
You can't fool me; you're just insanely jealous! You got your last sonnet from me, buster; nary a scrap of affection did I get in return! Just patronizing bullshit. This is just like bunny was talking about on today's episode of Azzerae's World, you think it's all right to keep a bitch down and be borderline abusive so she don't get too demanding, as long as she's yours but let someone else do it and you go apeshit. What a hypocrite! Back the F up (you are to imagine a sassy z-snap here)
Our relationship was beyond toxic; you are finished! Thank God I found a hunky papi who is good to me and laughs at my stupid jokes, never utters a word of reproach when I get stalkerish and possessive in the chat, and even sends me a tshirt so he don't have to look at my bony sternum any more but is too kind to say that's why.
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You can't fool me; you're just insanely jealous! You got your last sonnet from me, buster; nary a scrap of affection did I get in return! Just patronizing bullshit. This is just like bunny was talking about on today's episode of Azzerae's World, you think it's all right to keep a bitch down and be borderline abusive so she don't get too demanding, as long as she's yours but let someone else do it and you go apeshit. What a hypocrite! Back the F up (you are to imagine a sassy z-snap here)
Our relationship was beyond toxic; you are finished! Thank God I found a hunky papi who is good to me and laughs at my stupid jokes, never utters a word of reproach when I get stalkerish and possessive in the chat, and even sends me a tshirt so he don't have to look at my bony sternum any more but is too kind to say that's why.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfeznVXQtf8
Pah! You'll be back, you snivelling bitch. Summer's lease hath all too short a date and your papi will shortly be fat and married to some hefty baggage who will force him to put up shelves and all other sorts of domestic hideousness. I don't know what you see in that ignoramus anyway. Mention Rimbaud to him and he'll think you're talking about Sylvester Stallone. He wouldn't know a sestina from a sesame seed bagel. Your errant glands are playing you false as usual, the same way they are forcing you to spazz yourself by lifting weights you are too puny to manage.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VmDAwA9jIPU (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VmDAwA9jIPU)
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Pah! You'll be back, you snivelling bitch. Summer's lease hath all too short a date and your papi will shortly be fat and married to some hefty baggage who will force him to put up shelves and all other sorts of domestic hideousness. I don't know what you see in that ignoramus anyway. Mention Rimbaud to him and he'll think you're talking about Sylvester Stallone. He wouldn't know a sestina from a sesame seed bagel. Your errant glands are playing you false as usual, the same way they are forcing you to spazz yourself by lifting weights you are too puny to manage.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VmDAwA9jIPU (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VmDAwA9jIPU)
I don't know why you think he is an ignoramus, he enjoys learning and words! Just last night he was savoring "concurrent" and I have heard him say "diaphanously" (*swoon*) on a number of memorable occasions. producing paroxysms of bliss. Plus he has big muscles and is one of those men who are so cute he has to grow a beard to hide the hotness, but I know it is there!
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...papi will shortly be fat and married to some hefty baggage who will force him to put up shelves and all other sorts of domestic hideousness.
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How do you know thees? Are you talking to heem without me shreddie?????
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...married...
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He probably grew a beard to cover his acne scars. No, I don't have any inside knowledge but he's probably using your money to put towards a deposit on some ghastly dwelling he's planning to move into with his blushing (probably rosacea) bride.
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who will force him to put up shelves and all other sorts of domestic hideousness.
Ooof. I'm just a bystander but that one is so timely it hurts.
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He probably grew a beard to cover his acne scars. No, I don't have any inside knowledge but he's probably using your money to put towards a deposit on some ghastly dwelling he's planning to move into with his blushing (probably rosacea) bride.
UGH why do you have to be so unpleasant about everything? If some wily mamacita managed to lasso papi before el sacerdote I would of course wish heem all the joy in the world, with maybe only a wistful glance that no one would see.
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Dear bunny, thank you for the lovely episode of Azzerae's World to savor with my coffee and (this morning at least) a bowl of Penzance to mark the occasion. It was a thrill to hear you read and reply to some of my posts, with the whole packaged in your peerless production; I feel like quite a star!
You are of course correct in all your points -- I have willfully chosen to be a rabid idealist on here for reasons that gratify my Libran sense of balance -- and for the sweet things you said I kees you all over your cute little bunny face 💋💋💋💋🐇💕!
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UGH why do you have to be so unpleasant about everything? If some wily mamacita managed to lasso papi before el sacerdote I would of course wish heem all the joy in the world, with maybe only a wistful glance that no one would see.
The bike locks never seem to hit the right people. ::)
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The bike locks never seem to hit the right people. ::)
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I swing at Shreddie plenty, I don't know what you mean.
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I swing at Shreddie plenty, I don't know what you mean.
Yes, but your pipe-cleaner arms never inflict more than a slight tickle. I was out being manly and energetic earlier, clearing some ground. You couldn't manage anything like that without swooning, you girly knobhead.
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UGH why do you have to be so unpleasant about everything?
It's what I do. I always endeavour, in any human interaction, to make sure the other party comes away feeling depressed or, even better, shaken to the core.
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Yes, but your pipe-cleaner arms never inflict more than a slight tickle. I was out being manly and energetic earlier, clearing some ground. You couldn't manage anything like that without swooning, you girly knobhead.
Did you get all sweaty 👅
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Did you get all sweaty 👅
No, it wasn't warm enough, thankfully. If you weren't such a self-centred faggot you could offer to do yard work for some elderly person and build up your fragile torso that way. Far more satisfying than lifting weights, which is such a sterile, unmanly activity. They might even have a nubile grandson you could creep on in that odious way of yours.
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No, it wasn't warm enough, thankfully. If you weren't such a self-centred faggot you could offer to do yard work for some elderly person and build up your fragile torso that way. Far more satisfying than lifting weights, which is such a sterile, unmanly activity. They might even have a nubile grandson you could creep on in that odious way of yours.
Haha nice try! “Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame” - you know who
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OMG 🐰 cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!!👀
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Dear 🐰 I agree shreddie is a total poser 😜
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Dear 🐰 I agree shreddie is a total poser 😜
What? I've been fairly nice to that little bastard recently, has he been dissing me behind my back?
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I'm not the one puffing out my pigeon chest like a total pansified trollop, so cast your aspersions elsewhere, you sordid little man. Poser my arse!
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What? I've been fairly nice to that little bastard recently, has he been dissing me behind my back?
I hardly think a mention on the flagship podcast of this forum (available to patrons a week early!) is talking behind your back. And anyway in the same breath 🐰 lauded me as a lover of culture and a sensitive and emotionally intelligent creature, as well as a Patron of the Arts, by which I construe that you are the opposite of those things so you must chafe for a week like a hobbled horse in a hailstorm.
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I'm not the one puffing out my pigeon chest like a total pansified trollop, so cast your aspersions elsewhere, you sordid little man. Poser my arse!
It is a gif but I can’t make it go :(
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I hardly think a mention on the flagship podcast of this forum (available to patrons a week early!) is talking behind your back. And anyway in the same breath 🐰 lauded me as a lover of culture and a sensitive and emotionally intelligent creature, as well as a Patron of the Arts, by which I construe that you are the opposite of those things so you must chafe for a week like a hobbled horse in a hailstorm.
Since you're paying him, any flattering remarks he might make are extraordinarily moot. You sound like a john who claims that the whore he fucked was really into him. I'm glad I'm not a part of your little toga party, greasing each other up and telling each other how hot you look. Dis-gusting. And calling someone 'emotionally intelligent' is basically calling them a retard.
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I'm not the one puffing out my pigeon chest like a total pansified trollop, so cast your aspersions elsewhere, you sordid little man. Poser my arse!
I was, in fact, paraphrasing you. You said that about yourself, Shreddie.
The street drugs can leave holes in ones memory. Trust me, I've been there.
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Since you're paying him, any flattering remarks he might make are extraordinarily moot. You sound like a john who claims that the whore he fucked was really into him. I'm glad I'm not a part of your little toga party, greasing each other up and telling each other how hot you look. Dis-gusting. And calling someone 'emotionally intelligent' is basically calling them a retard.
Everything I said was true and everyone knows it. If only more of us were not shoved in front of a TV set as kids, and fed shit, maybe the world would be a better place.
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I was, in fact, paraphrasing you. You said that about yourself, Shreddie.
Did he indeed? ¡Ay escandalo! I will not press you for details, just tuck it away for later😜
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Everything I said was true and everyone knows it. If only more of us were not shoved in front of a TV set as kids, and fed shit, maybe the world would be a better place.
We have had TV for less than a century, the world was a piece of shit back then too. How can you trust a man who's never even seen Star Wars? He's weird and gives me the creeps.
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I was, in fact, paraphrasing you. You said that about yourself, Shreddie.
The street drugs can leave holes in ones memory. Trust me, I've been there.
I was probably just being self-deprecating, in that lovable way of mine.
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OMG bunny 💥✨⚡️☄️💥hahaha ;D I feel better already!
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Vashtar hehehe
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As I always suspected!
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OMG bunny 💥✨⚡️☄️💥hahaha ;D I feel better already!
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AAAHHHH it’s a bunny!!!!❤️❤️❤️
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Vashtar hehehe
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As I always suspected!
What now FFS?
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What now FFS?
You have to wait for a week like a common shuffling, tire-kicking plebe!
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Actually , only the shorter versions are released for free a week after they premiere on Patreon
You'll have our full support when you're prepared to go Full Senda , until then his cats need to feed
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUlV9eOqZng
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You'll have our full support when you're prepared to go Full Senda , until then his cats need to feed
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUlV9eOqZng
This idiocy will be the reason I close the site and quit podcasting altogether.
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Dear 🐰💋💋💋💋 for all the sweet things you said, I am fine and back to my 45-lb dumbbells, all that happened was I got a fever for maybe 6 hours at most which isn’t uncommon. Now just my thumb hurts, which is amusing.
I am not sure if there is human genetic material in the vaccine but I get injected with man DNA regularly so that doesn’t scare me at all.
My folks are vaccinated already; I just got the shot so I can go back to normal, eating out and taking trips and seeing friends and hooking up like I did before. I’m already making plans with people I haven’t seen for a year.
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This idiocy will be the reason I close the site and quit podcasting altogether.
Oh so you are prepared to go Full Senda , My Bad
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A man with no teeth buys a bag of pretzels. Typical Senda.
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My Bad
You're a failed abortion whose birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory.
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very thoughtful podcast...
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Thank you bunny, what a treat to have with my coffee!
*available to PATRONS ONLY
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https://youtu.be/q-dZ_R5dSTc
https://youtu.be/ji1hmZZiySg
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6jonholaZOG8rqOh-_CAg
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join the crowd :o
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https://youtu.be/a3tghDJq1E0
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Dear 🐰 yes I don’t know too much about them but I will have a cigarette if I am drinking with friends and people go outside for a smoke ,🐪 is good I love the smell, Marlboro reds are the sort of smoke people fetishize as tough-guy smokes (go look up shirtless smoking Marlboro-red videos on youtube if you want to see some strange gay shit) but when I buy them I get dunhills in the red package.
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Dear 🐰 yes it is well-known, ☕️ and 🚬 first thing in the morning makes ✨💩✨
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Don’t tell me what to do. I have to follow protocols. It’s not always this easy, but it’s always worth it.
Do you have any Gray Poupon?
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Do you have any Gray Poupon?
But of course ... By the way , Can you believe this mountebank Azzerae
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Dear bunny, thank you for the fresh episode of 🐰🌍 to have with my coffee this glorious spring morning, with a pic that is 🔥🔥🔥 I love you!
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mountebank
I love you.
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Re: #219, “Do the Ganzfeld”;
I’m just listening to this now. I had to finish uploading your podcast archive to my iCloud.
Everyone is a Fed—except Me.
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Everyone is a Fed—except Me.
Easy now.
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Omg bunny Edith Piaf 💓😍 With what sounds like your uncle laughing over it, these audio collages are ridiculously good
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Dear bunny, thank you for the special extra episode of Azzerae's World today, for subscribers only ❤️
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Dear bunny, thank you for the special extra episode of Azzerae's World today, for subscribers only ❤️
I'm listening to this today if it kills me.
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🎂🐰❤️💋💋💋💋💋
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Can you believe this mountebank Azzerae
Suck my dick, you faggot.
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Suck my dick, you faggot.
Ass to ass!
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Hah bunny Vashtar
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what a hypocrite!
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I'm listening to this today if it kills me.
“What did he just say?”
“He says he only talks to you.”
“What?”
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I’ll get back to you on this.
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Dear bunny thank you for today’s 🔥 episode of 🐰🌍 I can’t wait for the comic! Don’t worry I won’t die of the vaxx, I think this whole thing is very silly and I am just goofing with it.
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I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
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I should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.
You GODDAMN
boomer!
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You GODDAMN
boomer!
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I am not a boomer, my parents were not boomers. I have lived a boomer-free existence.
Envy is appropriate at this juncture.
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Dear 🐰 how fun to have ☕️🍔 with you! Thank you ❤️💋
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My dearest bunny, that was fantastic! ;D
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I sure could use a cigarette! :-*
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Dear 🐰 thank you for the latest 🔥 episode of Azzerae’s World! I have never watched Jedi Miller’s videos but he sounds like a weepy mess. I am sure he is very sore after that rough treatment.
I do think there must be a better term for him than “gay faggot slut”. I assure you, we want nothing to do with him. It is perfectly acceptable to be a weepy mess if you are cute but he is fat and, in screen captures people have posted where he is in his bathtub, I have already seen far too much of him.
Yes, papi sent a gorgeous tank top, and a hand-written note with his signature! The tank top is beautifully silky and the printing is a high-quality silkscreen, obviously done by a craftsman. It is just long enough that, with my little sewing machine, I could sew it together between my legs to make a onesie like papi wears when he wrestles! I put it on — you have to sort of put your legs through the leg holes and then wrap the straps over your shoulders — every time I listen to The Michael Decon Program and it feels like papi is gently rubbing a light oil all over my body 🥵
I haven’t framed and matted the note, however, as (I am a little ashamed to admit) I have taken to unfolding it and pressing it to my lips each night before bed when I pray for papi. I am not sure that it would have the same effect if it was behind glass, as you know how the Orthodox when they make elaborate gold settings for their icons inlaid with gems and pearls always leave the faces of the saints uncovered so they can be kissed.
I am a little confused about why you told me not to @ you about this as I have not @-ed you for a very long time, well over a year at least. I know you seem to like it better if I talk to you here, and that is great with me. I do not like too much whispering behind the scenes as that lends itself to shenanigans. I hope someone isn’t trying to @ you pretending they are me! That would make me very cross indeed.
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OMG 🐰👀 🥵 👁👅👁!
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I get to listen to this now.
Hang on rightly, tightly, & wisely.
Current TDP phase: TWO.
ILMLAAWI
SIT
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Dear 🐰 thank you for the latest 🔥 episode of Azzerae’s World! I have never watched Jedi Miller’s videos but he sounds like a weepy mess. I am sure he is very sore after that rough treatment.
I do think there must be a better term for him than “gay faggot slut”. I assure you, we want nothing to do with him. It is perfectly acceptable to be a weepy mess if you are cute but he is fat and, in screen captures people have posted where he is in his bathtub, I have already seen far too much of him.
When I use the word faggot, I in no way mean homosexual. I mean it as in weak, diminutive. Its not ever intended by me as a sexuality based slur. I encourage any and everyone to be gay all day.
Yes, papi sent a gorgeous tank top, and a hand-written note with his signature! The tank top is beautifully silky and the printing is a high-quality silkscreen, obviously done by a craftsman. It is just long enough that, with my little sewing machine, I could sew it together between my legs to make a onesie like papi wears when he wrestles! I put it on — you have to sort of put your legs through the leg holes and then wrap the straps over your shoulders — every time I listen to The Michael Decon Program and it feels like papi is gently rubbing a light oil all over my body...
Well, I'm happy to hear that he kept his word. That counts for something. I hope some day you finally get him to cross over to the gay side.
I haven’t framed and matted the note, however, as (I am a little ashamed to admit) I have taken to unfolding it and pressing it to my lips each night before bed when I pray for papi. I am not sure that it would have the same effect if it was behind glass, as you know how the Orthodox when they make elaborate gold settings for their icons inlaid with gems and pearls always leave the faces of the saints uncovered so they can be kissed.
I'm sure there are some sex magic rituals you can look into in order to cast a crush on you from him. I guess you just need to conjure the right cupid. Good luck on your journey there.
I am a little confused about why you told me not to @ you about this as I have not @-ed you for a very long time, well over a year at least. I know you seem to like it better if I talk to you here, and that is great with me. I do not like too much whispering behind the scenes as that lends itself to shenanigans. I hope someone isn’t trying to @ you pretending they are me! That would make me very cross indeed.
Hey, hey, no. I wasn't talking to you specifically when I said don't @ me. I was just popping off at the mouth and doing my thing...I am the Drama King, after all!
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When I use the word faggot, I in no way mean homosexual. I mean it as in weak, diminutive.
Some sticks burn as brightly as the blaze of a thousand infuriated suns. Context is King, and The Emperor really matters here. Is a wand a faggot? Well... it could just be.
(btw: hiuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhijjijijijhuhuhhhi hihi)
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My dearest bunny, that was fantastic!
Thanks, dawg. Its all love! I appreciate you. Sorry about the current Instagram snafu.
I sure could use a cigarette!
Random question: do you ever lose the taste for tobacco? Like, all of a sudden your smoke is rendered tasteless and bland? I'm experiencing this lately, and I'm wondering what could be going on. Maybe I have Covid...I hear it can affect the senses.
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Some sticks burn as brightly as the blaze of a thousand infuriated suns.
Hello to you too.
Context is King, and The Emperor really matters here...
Whatever you do, don't try that on Jack! A word to the wise.
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Whatever you do, don't try that on Jack!
You do realize, A**, that I am actually more popular and well-known than you are. Right?
A word to the wise.
I have a big dictionary right here. Pro tip: start at Base.
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Random question: do you ever lose the taste for tobacco?
Never, similar to the manner in which I have not lost my taste for chocolate, pussy, and grass-fed beef seared Chicago-rare. (Note that all of these quad-pair exceptionally well without whine.)
I have, however, mastered the cravings for such things. I've got a Cuban cigar ready to go, and I fully expect the enjoyment of it will not trigger a descent into addictive patterns. Because reasons, that's why.
Hello to you too.
You may now hang up to deliver your message.
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You do realize, [Azz], that I am actually more popular and well-known than you are. Right?
First of all, that's just flat out not true. And second, everyone knows I don't care about that shit anyway. I'm not Decon. I don't need my ego fed on a daily basis to do my thing.
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Dear 🐰, thank you for this 💣🔥💥⚡️🧨🍾, I was riveted! The extra email was fascinating, so that is where he spends his time now! 🙄
Despite your kind permission I have not shared your exclusive content since I do not want to undercut your business in any way.
For metron’s benefit I will reiterate, since he seems to have forgotten, that I do not expect my palm-greasing to constrain you in any way when you disapprove of what I do, and have in fact invited you to 💥son💥 me on any number of pretexts in the past without fear or favor. Ffs I fight with shreddie and doc all the time and I like them both. That is how men are. While apparently metron can’t even disagree with his wife over a couple bucks oh gawd 😆 does he even have a SHED?!?!?!
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I just want to say, I don't think 'jafd' is Metron. Metron is more self-controlled and intelligent than this
'jafd' character. 'jafd' really sounds more like 'zaza', and not "Metron." Just my observation.
Of course, 'jafd' could expose him/her self and prove me wrong - or right.
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I just wish folks could resolve their differences and live in a form of peace and agreement.
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I just want to say, I don't think 'jafd' is Metron. Metron is more self-controlled and intelligent than this
'jafd' character. 'jafd' really sounds more like 'zaza', and not "Metron." Just my observation.
Of course, 'jafd' could expose him/her self and prove me wrong - or right.
Deep burn for the Jack of Hearts.
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'jafd' really sounds more like 'zaza',
Go back to sucking dick on horseback, Annie Oakley.
'jafd' could expose him/her self and prove me wrong - or right.
Are you sure you're old enough to be a participant in this conversation?
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I just wish folks could resolve their differences and live in a form of peace and agreement.
You just wish.
I just want to say
You just want.
Do you think you're just compensating for something? I don't, I think you're just trying.
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Solid intro with a hit song from nine years ago. Kudos.
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Go back to sucking dick on horseback, Annie Oakley.
If I were still allowed to post attachments, the one attached to this post would go here.
But apparently, my ability to share images needs to be contained and constrained. Is it because someone is a big pussy? I think so!
Are you sure you're old enough to be a participant in this conversation?
Do you Punylings even know what calendars are even for?
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Is it because someone is a big pussy?
I am what I used to eat. *mic drop*
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+1, Inspiring
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Solid intro with a hit song from nine years ago. Kudos.
What you lookin' for? Shit from the Billboard Hot 100? Lyrics have meaning-- and create a mood and theme for show content. Get your head out your ass.
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Despite your kind permission I have not shared your exclusive content since I do not want to undercut your business in any way.
Really. Its fine if you do, I don't mind. But thank you for your continued support.
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Apparently metron can’t even disagree with his wife over a couple bucks oh gawd 😆 does he even have a SHED?!?!?!
Sure. That's where he keeps the bodies.
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I just want to say, I don't think 'jafd' is Metron. Metron is more self-controlled and intelligent than this
'jafd' character. 'jafd' really sounds more like 'zaza', and not "Metron." Just my observation.
Of course, 'jafd' could expose him/her self and prove me wrong - or right.
Its Jack.
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Go back to sucking dick on horseback, Annie Oakley.
C'mon, man. Is that necessary?
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Someone's catching on.
::)
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I just wish folks could resolve their differences and live in a form of peace and agreement.
That's not how it works. In Hip Hop.
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Are you sure you're old enough to be a participant in this conversation[, Starr]?
FUCK OFF.
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a hit song from nine years ago.
Says the guy who ripped and uploaded an entire Alanis Morisette album cut.
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Smack bang in the middle of his podcast.
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A quarter of a century too late, my G.
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#receipts nibba
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Dear 🐰 how fun to have ☕️🍔 with you! Thank you ❤️💋
You're most welcome.
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My dearest bunny, that was fantastic! ;D
Thank you.
I sure could use a cigarette! :-*
I still can't taste shit every time I light up a smoke. I hope my taste comes back soon.
:(
I can taste food, and everything else. Just not tobacco.
All I can taste (smoke wise) is the crushable iceball in Marlboro Red Beyond's.
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I can taste food, and everything else. Just not tobacco.
I guess its time for me to quit.
I so enjoyed smoking at first, but now it tastes like I've got a stick of burning plastic in my mouth every time I light one up.
Has anyone else ever had this problem? Does it go away?
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I guess its time for me to quit.
I so enjoyed smoking at first, but now it tastes like I've got a stick of burning plastic in my mouth every time I light one up.
Has anyone else ever had this problem? Does it go away?
I had the opposite problem, I didn't like the taste at all at first. But tobacco is weird, highly sensitive to what you drink with it. My favorite uncle used to smoke but he said one day he lit one up over breakfast in a diner (shows you how long ago that was, he was old) with a glass of milk and decided that was the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted, never touched it again.
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I so enjoyed smoking at first, but now it tastes like I've got a stick of burning plastic in my mouth every time I light one up.
Those aren't cigarettes, those are needles. You're not supposed to set them on fire; It's in the regulations. Now, if you were in Italy, you would be forced under duress to set your disposable plastic hyperdermic syringes on fire and inhale the fumes... You're not in Italy, are you?
Maybe you better check. That's way more likely than you having another psychotic break with reality, right?
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with a glass of milk and decided that was the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted, never touched it again.
Cranberries and other tart citrus fruits exhibit this effect as well. I swear, it's enough to make a man swear off drinking the pus that comes squirting from teats.
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IT’S GORGEOUS 🐰 I LAWVE EET!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
OMG 👨🏽🌾(. ) .)👀🥵 so hot
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Dear bunny, thank you for this fresh, hot episode of Azzerae's World to savor with my coffee on a gorgeous Saturday morning! I am sure, when he listens to the free version in a week, Metron's ass will be chapped good and proper.
I used to enjoy talking to Metron, too. You will not remember but I stood up for him twice -- the only one who would -- when he was in hot water with you because he is a great conversationalist when he wants to be. He repays this kindness by betraying me.
I don't mean by calling me a fag (I don't care if you say a stupid word, I can tell when people mean to be unkind) but by talking shit about me behind my back to try to sabotage my friendship with you, which I treasure. That is wicked. He does this instead of signing up here and confronting me like a man. Such a coward, afraid of a swish fag. Such an old woman, they used to call those "poison pen letters" in old novels, sent by jealous spinsters hyperventilating in their garrets. He fairly reeks of lavender and mothballs.
I especially enjoy how he blames me for making this an unsafe space when, were it not for the foul stench of his doxxing games, there's no reason most of bellgab should not have come here when it finally folded.
That is why he partnered with you to set up Azzgab in the first place. He needs you to run a forum because no one would ever sign up to Metrongab knowing what a spaz he is. He counted on being able to wheedle information out of you whenever he ran out of argument with someone. Sometimes, it worked.
I'm sorry. He was a good friend, and to me, too, when I was bored and just wanted to shoot the shit. But, fuck him.
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I was bored and just wanted to shoot the shit. But, fuck him.
This kind of shameless pandering simply cannot go unanswered. Alfred! Bring me... the Bat-Lobotomizer! It's over, there in my gym locker, the one wallpapered with the soft-focus glamour shots of Atilla The Hun.
That will do for now. *dismissive hand gestures* Shoo.
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This kind of shameless pandering simply cannot go unanswered. Alfred! Bring me... the Bat-Lobotomizer! It's over, there in my gym locker, the one wallpapered with the soft-focus glamour shots of Atilla The Hun.
That will do for now. *dismissive hand gestures* Shoo.
Go outside, Jacky. It's nice. I'm not wearing a shirt!
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Go outside, Jacky. It's nice nasty. I'm not wearing a shirt!
FIFY
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I guess its time for me to quit.
I so enjoyed smoking at first, but now it tastes like I've got a stick of burning plastic in my mouth every time I light one up.
Has anyone else ever had this problem? Does it go away?
In addition to the Vitamins and Nutrients contained in most tobaccos, "They" put some sort of "preservative" (read other addictive substances than nicotine) chemicals in most brands of tobacco.
Nautical Shore if you can find these in SA:
(https://truthinitiative.org/sites/default/files/styles/social_share_large/public/media/images/standard/2019/07/nas-packs-social.jpg?itok=HWK2BPuN)
American Spirit. They do not have that awful chemical taste, I have been smoking them for years. Now if I smoke just about ANY other brand the nasty chemical taste is fully obvious. Yech.
First found out about them in Santa Fe, New Mexico as a wayward youth. Amusingly, it was some local Indians (feather not dot) that told me about them. At the time they were a local (Santa Fe, NM) company and the only "flavor" available was the light blue (or turquoise) Full Flavor. They were even cheaper than the Camels I smoked at the time...
At some point in the late 90s R.J. Reynolds bought them and they began to get national distribution: I was really excited when I saw them being sold at the neighborhood 7-Eleven, but dismayed when I found out that the price per pack was higher than the Camel/Marlboro "standard."
Now they are unfortunately "hipster douche" smokes, and command a premium price (~$8.00/pack, ~$65.00/carton @ CostCo). They quality hasn't changed really, although after RJ Reynolds bought them they started using the FSC (Fire Safe Cigarette) paper which imparts a slight chemical taste that I no longer notice. I think that is due to Federal Regulations... You can buy loose-leaf American Spirit Blue (full flavor) tobacco and roll your own with non FSC papers if that bothers you.
Funny thing about the FSC thing, prior to the FSC implementation an individual lit cigarette would extinguish itself if you stopped actively smoking it (put in an ashtray, stop puffing it, etc) which was due to the fact that they put WAY more tobacco per cigarette than other brands (they claim 25% more). But after the FSC implementation I began to notice that a lit cigarette left in an ashtray would continue to burn down to the filter. Leaving that dreaded "forgotten cigarette" ash trail.
So the implementation of FSC in the American Spirit has technically made the product MORE unsafe than it was in its original configuration.
Hah!
Also, recently an acquaintance has introduced me to Aura (~$4.00/pack & ~$35.00/carton)
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Which is an imitation American Spirit knock-off, they don't taste quite as good as American Spirits but do not have that awful chemical taste as they are also an "additive-free" brand. They are generally about half the price of American Spirits, but I do not think they put in the "25% more tobacco."
I notice that I smoke more Aura cigarettes in a day than I would American Spirits. I have not run the numbers on that (or even really tracked them other than a general observation) but I suspect were I to do so I would find that I smoke around 25% more Aura cigarettes than American Spirits.
Good luck on finding Aura in S.A. though, they are difficult to find in my town, while the American Spirits are nearly ubiquitous.
If you like, my old friend, I can attempt to send you some sample packs of both. PM me for all that unless you want to doxx yourself here with your mailing addy &c.
I don't know that they would make it to you due to stupid tobacco regulations, and it might be super illegal to the point of mandatory jail thyme &c. But for you, old fiend I would make the attempt!
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I smoked kretek. You're gay.
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Dear 🐰❤️ I have a soft spot for you, too. Always have, always will. But I am just a silly mouthy faggot who likes to argue, no one should pay any attention to me.
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Dear Azz, my friend. The best way you can "make it up to me" is by not beating yourself up over it. You made a mistake. Mistakes are Gifts when we learn from them. We are good to go. ;) :-*
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NIPPIES 👅
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Azzerae just murdered another manipulative mental midget. @ K.O. HOMO :P
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I've got a cherry stuck in my throat. :D
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Dear 🐰 thank you for this 💥 episode! Metron, so pathetic 🙄 the burp at the end was very cute.
I am so excited to learn the gabcast may be coming back! I thought you guys were great together.
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Dear 🐰 thank you for this 💥 episode! Metron, so pathetic 🙄 the burp at the end was very cute.
I am so excited to learn the gabcast may be coming back! I thought you guys were great together.
Dear, K_Dubb. I remember when you played your beautiful background piano to my recorder. I wish I kept it on a USB-stick or something similar. You are a good human being and I love you now and forever. Thank you for gracing our planet. Yeah it sounds hokie, but it's from the heart. Luv ya, K_Dubb. :-*
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Dear, K_Dubb. I remember when you played your beautiful background piano to my recorder. I wish I kept it on a USB-stick or something similar. You are a good human being and I love you now and forever. Thank you for gracing our planet. Yeah it sounds hokie, but it's from the heart. Luv ya, K_Dubb. :-*
Thank you, dear; that is very sweet. We should have done it again for azzerae’s birthday! Maybe next year.
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Jacko luves to fuck with people, Azz. Also, are you sure you received that email before the 10th of June? You spoke of speaking with MV on your last podcast; that's how he knows, bro.
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I wouldn't worry about it, Azz. He's softer than you think.
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Jacko luves to fuck with people, Azz. Also, are you sure you received that email before the 10th of June? You spoke of speaking with MV on your last podcast; that's how he knows, bro.
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I wouldn't worry about it, Azz. He's softer than you think.
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Well, apparently the "cat is out of the bag."
As the former Executive Producer for the defunct GabCast: I feel it is now my duty to relate that I have too have spoken with the inestimable eMCee. For my part, I can definitively say that it was indeed the man in question with whom I was in contact with (PM me for deets.)
While I have no express permission to put on an Executive Producer hat for forthcoming "episodes" or "episodic rants" that may or may not be currently be in the thoughts of the esteemed eMCee; I do feel that there is implied permission.
Without reviewing the AzzCast in question, which as Executive Producer of as well, I am quite lax in my duties: I will confirm Azzerae's assertions, however wild and scandalous they may be.
I do not know what form these new eMCee submissions to the podcast-verse may take; even the old title of "GabCast" appears to possibly not be the title of any notional new incarnation.
I think it would be funny to have, at minumum, one last hurrah for the "GabCast" for reasons.
It is not my Artistic endeavor, however, and I am only hear in an advisory capacity.
I fear I have said too much.
-Executive Producer at-large,various.
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Dear 🐰 thank you for this 💥 episode!
Thanks for subbing.
Metron, so pathetic 🙄 the burp at the end was very cute.
I dunno if its Metron (LOL). And the belching: LMFAO!
I am so excited to learn the gabcast may be coming back! I thought you guys were great together.
Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too. I think we'll make our comeback somewhere around early to mid-July.
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Jacko luves to fuck with people, Azz.
Yes, well, I dislike that aspect of his personality.
>:(
Also, are you sure you received that email before the 10th of June? You spoke of speaking with MV on your last podcast; that's how he knows, bro.
Yes! I got it on Tuesday, June 8th, at 5:44 PM my time.
The problem is, these threats read like Metron wrote 'em.
Now Jack jumps on the bandwagon. Sucky.
"I may be wrong though." - I think we all remember that line...
I wouldn't worry about it, Azz. He's softer than you think.
I dunno so much. I'm not into the emotional/psychological terrorism and gaslighting.
Is he mad because I quit private messaging him?
I only trust a few people. You, Starr, Space Meow Maid, and Tootsie, really.
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Exclusive, early episode artwork officially LEAKED.
I love it!*
*Pssst. Don't tell anyone I said that.
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I wouldn't worry about it, Azz.
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[Jack's] softer than you think.
He's a lot harder than you may realise.
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Dear bunny, two episodes to enjoy with my coffee! Thank you.
I don't think there is anything in the phrase "...be the drama king you and MV know you are" to suggest the sender knew you'd recently spoken with MV. It is just Metron trying to get you to go on youtube again to play with Richard, he is nothing if not consistent.
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Thank you, dear; that is very sweet. We should have done it again for azzerae’s birthday! Maybe next year.
That would be cool. I'd better start practicing. I haven't had my Recorder out in a few years.
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As my subscriber base grows exponentially, I receive anonymous hate mail that sure is a fucking hoot.
Here's the short and skinny...
Subject header: "whiny damn podcasts"
Followed by:
Of course you and Starr are done. what did you expect from an aging, retirement center living, bed-ridden alky? You'll never know if it's her or the vodka talking, but you will catch crap either way. Her needs are so high that no one will ever meet them, certainly not you. Same thing holds for Tootsie who has deep-seated abandonment issues which she will project on others the minute they fail to reply to her promptly. You've been on the shit end of that game so many times it boggles the mind you keep playing along. And you know, who's more needy, you or those two high maintanance fishwifes? And its irony plus to see you a swinging on the end of their heavy sttention needs see saw. Good luck with that! No new subjects for your podcast? I bet that's how you think things are. Drama + drama - bellgab = a circular firing squad and you can expect the agency shills will drop subscriptions soon enough too. I mean what is it you think you produce that is worth paying for anyway? Hearing some thirty yer old snowflake meltdown in tears, podcast after podcast, over the latest perceived slight, real or imagined, is fucking boring! Maybe you can fire the Decon anger puppet up again. Or maybe you can hope Heather comes back and the Rubini troll blasts in to lay waste to the paranormal talker-verse. These might be in play soon. Or you could grab a vine on the Groyper cat lady streams and drop your hopelessly needy, drama-craving self in the middle of some real female angst and hot cat fights. Not being harsh, but that's about all you got left out here. Your forum has almost no one who makes topical content worth reading, let alone subscribing too, and hoping laser, wotr and pate will carry the ball for you while you work yourself into these seemingly endless drama tantrums and then play hide and seek with your own forum members ain't going to cut it. You will soon find yourself talking to an empty screen. You have what, maybe 8 active users? As exercises in ego goes you laid a big fat drama egg and expected the audience to worship it and marvel over it. Clue time - they can get that for free all over youtube. You offer nothing unique except where you live. Crave more peeps? You need to google mary marlowe and her ayahuasca therapy - now that broad makes errinf look like a choirgirl. Or how about pink lady luck? Want to get her motor running? Revive the gripe the deceased being there had after sending her money and then not getting it back when she pitched a tantrum. Groyper just sent that old twat into orbit and it took almost no effort on his part. Hawt stuff! Or you could ask walks to turn his hacker tools on roz or shreddie and do an agency grade doxxing. You have so few users you haven't alienated yet, but like burning the furniture to keep warm it's a fire sale forum when you go there, and you will soon have no other material left. Even better what about your old flame merton, what happened to that paramour forum fling? Meantime you've got a pushy swish fag making passes at straight dudes, which is super unappealing to most normal users, but as long as he greases your palms you can't tell him to quit acting like a fag stalker, which he has become. How gross, making passes at men he'll never have a shot at. Shit like that makes your venue a creepy, icky, unsafe opace, which is ironic as hell given what total snowflake you are and how quickly you fall apart under minor user criticism. Things fall apart, don't they? Namaste then drama addict, even crackstar and meow's rapey trafficking fantasies weren't enough to keep your ship afloat. o o ~~~~//---------//~~~~~
Sent via an anonymous email service. Too scared to show yourself, huh, pussy?
"This is no spam. This email is sent through Mailspre server. If you don't want to receive emails, please Unsubscribe."
LOL. This is the biggest laugh I've had in a while.
By the way, I think thats sand in your vagina...
Metron! Imagine the smell.
This is very much in the style of Metron.
Jackstar deserves far less consideration for what he is often given credit for.
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Dear 🐰 you asked if I shared your show with anyone in today’s episode, which I have just enjoyed ☕️ thank you! I did not.
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I'd rather share needles than listen to that bloody show. No offence.
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I'd rather share needles than listen to that bloody show. No offence.
You are just sore because I won’t pm you bootleg copies you cheap bastard, stop trying to put bunny out of business!
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BTW thanks for telling me about Hurwitz’s youtube channel, he is hilarious, I had no idea he was such a card, I am laughing here all by myself! He has me trying to listen to Bruckner again 😩
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BTW thanks for telling me about Hurwitz’s youtube channel, he is hilarious, I had no idea he was such a card, I am laughing here all by myself! He has me trying to listen to Bruckner again 😩
You're birds of a feather. Entrenched conservatives. I'm guessing he doesn't review much Alexander Goehr or Peter Maxwell Davies. He really has a bug up his ass about period performance too. He likes to diss Furtwangler too, which really pisses me off. Prick.
If you don't like Bruckner 7 then I wouldn't waste your time listening to anything else. We can't all like the same stuff.
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You're birds of a feather. Entrenched conservatives. I'm guessing he doesn't review much Alexander Goehr or Peter Maxwell Davies. He really has a bug up his ass about period performance too. He likes to diss Furtwangler too, which really pisses me off. Prick.
If you don't like Bruckner 7 then I wouldn't waste your time listening to anything else. We can't all like the same stuff.
Bah I don't care about all those old Nazis grinding away on mono. You just don't like him because he routinely mocks your British critical establishment, which I think is delightful! He more or less thinks Rattle was propped up because so many of you old queens had a crush on him from his younger days, which I have always suspected, nice to know I am not alone. I am surprised you have such a problem with him, he is just teasing in that very East Coast way, goes back and forth all the time on stuff, doesn't care.
I remember years ago he ripped an excellent Freiburg Baroque Orchestra recording under Gottfried van der Golz or whatever his name was, it was ugly, unmusical, everything trash, then praised them the next year, play them both, same guy, their style hasn't changed, he was just grumpy that day. A strongly argued opinion is just more entertaining.
I am trying to start at the beginning with Bruckner this time, last time I tried I began with the end and it sounded like something written by a retarded kid that might be played at a telethon to polite applause.
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Bah I don't care about all those old Nazis grinding away on mono. You just don't like him because he routinely mocks your British critical establishment, which I think is delightful! He more or less thinks Rattle was propped up because so many of you old queens had a crush on him from his younger days, which I have always suspected, nice to know I am not alone. I am surprised you have such a problem with him, he is just teasing in that very East Coast way, goes back and forth all the time on stuff, doesn't care.
I remember years ago he ripped an excellent Freiburg Baroque Orchestra recording under Gottfried van der Golz or whatever his name was, it was ugly, unmusical, everything trash, then praised them the next year, play them both, same guy, their style hasn't changed, he was just grumpy that day. A strongly argued opinion is just more entertaining.
I am trying to start at the beginning with Bruckner this time, last time I tried I began with the end and it sounded like something written by a retarded kid that might be played at a telethon to polite applause.
I'm not a Rattle fan and never have been. I've seen enough of him over the years. As an orchestral trainer he's up there in the Szell, Boulez class, but as an interpreter I don't think he brings much to the table. He's a music nerd; there are a lot of them about, though they often get siloed off into the early music ghetto. They're more interested in the technical executive side than the emotional, which makes for unengaging performances.
Rattle was singled out early. He was conducting performances of Mahler 2 in college FFS! I think he was unduly favoured because public life in Britain is filled with people like him: people who have talent but who are hyped beyond their abilities. If they're articulate, amiable, and fit in with the establishment then they often rise to the top. For example, the BBC, sport, business politics, acting. If you're exceptionally gifted but difficult you get held back.
You might be taking me too seriously about Hurwitz. I have no problem at all with someone attacking the consensus. I'd rather hear different opinions than a sounding board.
Maybe try the Bruckner masses, or even the string quartet before plunging into the symphonies. But if you're going to dive in, the Gunter Wand complete set with the Cologne radio orchestra is a good one.
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Sorry, Azz. No one should have to navigate the cryptic ambiguities of a blackout drunk. I think I was referring to your offering up a glimpse into your criminal past. The damn tragedy of it all is that I can't remember.
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I'm not a Rattle fan and never have been. I've seen enough of him over the years. As an orchestral trainer he's up there in the Szell, Boulez class, but as an interpreter I don't think he brings much to the table. He's a music nerd; there are a lot of them about, though they often get siloed off into the early music ghetto. They're more interested in the technical executive side than the emotional, which makes for unengaging performances.
Rattle was singled out early. He was conducting performances of Mahler 2 in college FFS! I think he was unduly favoured because public life in Britain is filled with people like him: people who have talent but who are hyped beyond their abilities. If they're articulate, amiable, and fit in with the establishment then they often rise to the top. For example, the BBC, sport, business politics, acting. If you're exceptionally gifted but difficult you get held back.
You might be taking me too seriously about Hurwitz. I have no problem at all with someone attacking the consensus. I'd rather hear different opinions than a sounding board.
Maybe try the Bruckner masses, or even the string quartet before plunging into the symphonies. But if you're going to dive in, the Gunter Wand complete set with the Cologne radio orchestra is a good one.
Yes, and we all know why he was singled out early, you bunch of transparent sodomites! Are you aware that, running through nearly everything he does, Hurwitz is trolling you guys? The March of the Mogul Emperors, Elgar's finest composition? Haha come on! It's because most of the English-language press is British and we see how you are. It's a fight that goes back at least a couple generations, I heard about it from my favorite uncle.
He is not serious, wears his opinions lightly, you can disagree and he will just go FEH in that way they have back there that I would say is characteristically Hebrew except the Boston Italians and Bronx Puerto Ricans do it, too. I like him because he has me picking up a few LP-era things I wouldn't normally consider (Sibelius by Davis in Boston, for example) but you can tell his ears were formed in that era, no real appreciation for the current lean-and-mean fad, which I appreciate however ahistorical it may be. When they put Elgar's portamenti back they can start claiming authenticity for their decadent wallows but until then it's just a different approach.
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Yes, and we all know why he was singled out early, you bunch of transparent sodomites! Are you aware that, running through nearly everything he does, Hurwitz is trolling you guys? The March of the Mogul Emperors, Elgar's finest composition? Haha come on! It's because most of the English-language press is British and we see how you are. It's a fight that goes back at least a couple generations, I heard about it from my favorite uncle.
He is not serious, wears his opinions lightly, you can disagree and he will just go FEH in that way they have back there that I would say is characteristically Hebrew except the Boston Italians and Bronx Puerto Ricans do it, too. I like him because he has me picking up a few LP-era things I wouldn't normally consider (Sibelius by Davis in Boston, for example) but you can tell his ears were formed in that era, no real appreciation for the current lean-and-mean fad, which I appreciate however ahistorical it may be. When they put Elgar's portamenti back they can start claiming authenticity for their decadent wallows but until then it's just a different approach.
I don't think many period-instrument types are interested in Elgar so it's not really something that crops up.
Hurwitz also annoyed Hans Werner Henze. You should check out his video where he talks about pissing him off. He might have changed but he used to get on the rag about people like Norrington who don't use vibrato. He went on a whole tear about it.
Rattle has about six kids and is on his third wife. The idea that he was sponsored by some Bugger's Club who used to go and feel him up in his dressing room before concerts is unlikely.
Davis was always very good in Sibelius. I've had those discs for over 20 years.
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I don't think many period-instrument types are interested in Elgar so it's not really something that crops up.
Hurwitz also annoyed Hans Werner Henze. You should check out his video where he talks about pissing him off. He might have changed but he used to get on the rag about people like Norrington who don't use vibrato. He went on a whole tear about it.
Rattle has about six kids and is on his third wife. The idea that he was sponsored by some Bugger's Club who used to go and feel him up in his dressing room before concerts is unlikely.
Davis was always very good in Sibelius. I've had those discs for over 20 years.
Eh check out Venzago's and Dausgaard's chamber-orchestra Bruckner, the modernists are coming for everything, eventually. That is Hurwitz's argument, though: the current vogue for leaner sonorities and faster tempi reflects the influence of HIP, even in much later music, and that the older approach preserved in heavier Central European orchestras is more authentic. I agree with him about HIP (it is just the modern taste for spare textures, cleanness, and simplicity -- by no means confined to music -- applied retrospectively on dubious scholarship, but it is no less rewarding for that) but I don't think he can argue for authenticity in his favored approach without the portamenti, for which there is ample recorded evidence that makes us cringe. That weightier approach is no more authentic; it is just different.
You can't take anything Hurwitz says seriously, though he may mean that in the moment. He likes finding possible quotations, accidental or otherwise, but if someone else does it he calls it propter hoc. He is messing with you all the time.
It doesn't have to be transactional in Rattle's case, just the suspension of critical faculties in the presence of pulchritude of which I have provided you any number of fallibilities of my own as examples, Trumpet Man and Horn Boy coming immediately to mind. All it takes is a handful of over-fond (in both the usual and archaic senses) critics to form a consensus that launches the career we see.
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Incidentally I proposed my (as far as I know) hearing of the theme from Berwald's 3rd (the adagio, repeated in the finale) in Sibelius's 7th (about a minute in, and again in the flute right at the very end before the final chord build-up, it isn't a random note sequence, it meant something) on his Berwald video but I fully expect (if he reads those old ones at all) to get a dismissive reply. I think it is persuasive, and would be fascinating to Sibelius people, was the first thing I noticed about the Berwald which of course I heard later than the Sibelius, but no one else seems to have heard it.
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I'd rather share needles than listen to that bloody show.
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Sorry, Azz. No one should have to navigate the cryptic ambiguities of a blackout drunk. I think I was referring to your offering up a glimpse into your criminal past. The damn tragedy of it all is that I can't remember.
Hey, man. I love you like a brother.
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No harm, no foul.
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Stop trying to put bunny out of business!
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Hey, man. I love you like a brother.
No harm, no foul.
Thanks for your compassion and understanding, brother. :)
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Hey, man. I love you like a brother.
As Cain once said to Abel.
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Incidentally I proposed my (as far as I know) hearing of the theme from Berwald's 3rd (the adagio, repeated in the finale) in Sibelius's 7th (about a minute in, and again in the flute right at the very end before the final chord build-up, it isn't a random note sequence, it meant something) on his Berwald video but I fully expect (if he reads those old ones at all) to get a dismissive reply. I think it is persuasive, and would be fascinating to Sibelius people, was the first thing I noticed about the Berwald which of course I heard later than the Sibelius, but no one else seems to have heard it.
Early Sibelius is strongly influenced by Tchaikovsky so I don't suppose late-Sibelius couldn't be influenced too, even if it was that dreary old Swedish hack.
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As Cain once said to Abel.
Mensies is a bitch, ain't it.
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Dear 🐰 a 💥sonning💥 of shreddie to savor with my ☕️ On a glorious Sunday morning, it is the perfect thing! ❤️ He is roasting like on the burning ghats and can’t even listen because he is so parSimonious hahaha
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Surprisingly refreshing in this sweet ‘n’ sour combo that presents with no bitterness and, thus far, an experience uncontaminated by the spectre of molestation by tentacle.
Actual recommended. Also: I drink now. Fuck you, A.A.
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Thank you to all of those who reported the spam bot shit.
It was up for hours, man.G’hours.
I haven't been around much coz I'm moving house.
Wow, really? What's that like?
I'm happy to know you guys are looking out for our little site.
Ground Support Report Team Crew sends a message: “Send... more... BRAINS... The Prophecy...” but that sounded like a script, so I just hung up on them, fuck those Punylings, I swear. We can turn off the flow of the spice to their pants.
Peace.
Namaste. In lak’ech. I'm going to pick up the Fri dry cleaning for both your cops.
Not as a courtesy, as a duty, or as my responsibility as a dry cleaning trafficker. No, I'm picking it up because I'm going to wipe my ass with it.
And, did you hear about the Boomtown reboot? It's landing well in Asian markets.
Also: I drink now. Fuck you, A.A.
FU (decLAS).
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It was up for hours, man.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=IXZDClCINGU
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Namaste. In lak’ech.
I've never spoke this speech before.
Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf.
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Dear 🐰 a 💥sonning💥 of shreddie to savor with my ☕️ On a glorious Sunday morning, it is the perfect thing! ❤️ He is roasting like on the burning ghats and can’t even listen because he is so parSimonious hahaha
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I've never spoke this speech before.
One of them means, “I see myself in you,” and the other one means “I'm going to drink your milkshake every day for breakfast, lunch, and dinner until you agree to put the band back together,” but I forget which is which.
Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf.
Take the kaffir out of your mouth, Marbles.
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You should listen to Metron's input ...
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You should listen to Metron's input ...
Why would I listen to someone who has no intention of listening to me?
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You should listen to Metron's input ...
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shitposting
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Why would I listen to someone who has no intention of listening to me?
So (REDACTED) can fap to it.
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MV is bringing back the gabcast? Or is this a old episode?
Where MV at?
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Screw Vandeven , hire Metron to help produce the content
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Screw Vandeven , hire Metron to help produce the content
Now That's What I Call PooPosting!
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I miss this lil Nigga like you wouldn't believe
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MV is bringing back the gabcast? Or is this a old episode?
Where MV at?
While this show is from a couple weeks back, the answer is yes, MV is going to be doing some new YouTube live streams.
He reached out to me last month (approximately) via Skype, and alluded to having gone through some rough stuff - I'm not sure exactly what stuff - but yes, the GabCast is coming back, definitely.
I'll check my Skype today and see whether MV has sent me any new messages (I barely check my Skype).
All I know is that MV needed to "unplug" from everything because of a personal loss of some kind (maybe he lost a loved one). He reached out to me saying he'd like to catch up with me and have me on as a co-host on the comeback streams. Perhaps he'll have Richard on again as a co-host, too, in some of the new episodes ... I dunno.
I'll keep you up to speed on the news, as I learn more about what is to come.
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Screw Vandeven , hire Metron to help produce the content
Blasphemy! Need I remind you, that MV created this whole world? It originated with him - he conceived of - and carved out the blueprint of now well-loved forums we so keenly inhabit.
As for Metron: I don't see how Metron could serve as a producer when he doesn't even communicate with me. Plus, I'm only interested in producing content myself, and on my own terms. Collaborating with an ad-hoc "producer" seems like it'd pose more cons than pros. That's what you call complicating something that need not be complicated.
I know what I want to do as far as content goes, and I don't see myself running out of show ideas any time soon. Producers, in my view are of the old model, the boomer model. Any asshole who requires an entire team of staff to create an mp3 is largely lacking in talent, in my view.
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Screw Vandeven , hire Metron to help produce the content
Too late! Rubini has him in his grasp. Unless ...
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... that sly wink means something more.
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Blasphemy! MV created this whole world - he conceived
That was never verified ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKlSIyVLi1c
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Too late! Rubini has him in his grasp. Unless ...
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... that sly wink means something more.
oy gevalt not Metron?!
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That was never verified ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKlSIyVLi1c
Muttley, you dog! Where have you been hiding? You smell sooo familiar.
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oy gevalt not Metron?!
Confirmed: Rubini is impersonating Metron
YouTube Drama Community / Treasonous Millennial YouTuber Transexual
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You can find 37 yr old Washington State resident and former BG skinhead weasel-fuc White Supremacist
antisemite and catlady Gossip (He is a tranny) fag
named Michael Joe Spence aka Richard Groyper aka Liquid Richard = over ON Youtube PROBABLY.
HE CAN DISH BUT LIKE THE REST WANTS TO SUCK AZZY COCK AND PRANCE AROUND WITH A FLOWING DRESS AND HIGH HEELS WHEN TIME TO BE A MAN.
#sad
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HE CAN DISH BUT LIKE THE REST WANTS TO SUCK AZZY COCK AND PRANCE AROUND WITH A FLOWING DRESS AND HIGH HEELS WHEN TIME TO BE A MAN.
I gotta hand it to Skidmarkowitz, that's some funny shit.
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Dear 🐰 I am sorry I made you worry, I am fine and life has returned to normal 💓
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Dear 🐰 I am sorry I made you worry, I am fine and life has returned to normal 💓
Good to hear it! 💓
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You're not ready for Gabcast , your greenscreen is all fucked up , the soundboard is atrocious and your shit is all tarded
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You're not ready for Gabcast ...
I was ready each time I co-hosted in the past. So there's no reason I wouldn't be ready this go round.
your greenscreen is all fucked up ... the soundboard is atrocious and your shit is all tarded
Tell me, do you have the balls to show your face? Or are you just another internet tough guy?
You go ahead and co-host, then. We can all take turns laughing at you.
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Your punctuation game is atrocious. I doubt Jack would green light this tomfoolery.
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I was ready each time I co-hosted in the past.[/i
I miss you, come over. You're probably not immune to the siren in the hallway. Just down there for 10 minutes.
She probably won't kill you when she finds out what she's done. She'll probably simply be even more impressed with me. By the way her bodyguard was a douchebag, he showed vulnerability. Because you didn't like the way she was looking at me, and she had never looked at anybody like me before.
"Oh you're seeing the most exotic thing you've ever seen your entire life before and you thought this planet was boring but it's actually not, and you're how old oh you're 19? Okay well I'm 47 and I could f*** your brains up and I'm just going to walk away cuz I have something more important to do and I know that I can just look at you and think about you and remember what you look like and then never ever think about you and masturbating and then you'll never be able to forget about me because I really am awesome You're just skeptical right now..
And if you don't stop letting n****** traffic you, you're going to end up getting raped with some traffic wipes good You know what I really care I could have all just been hallucination.
The best words I didn't even see the part with her picture in your pictures until a week later, and then she didn't message it to me. She didn't mention it. And so like she tried to forget about it and hope that I wouldn't see it.
Well I still remember the Thai hotty that I turned down for her, and I still remember my surprise of gasping horror when I realized that what she left her done for herself, is it the mind controller is she really just that dumb or did she not just see this coming, or is it currently punishment... Or she trying to make herself an attractive or...
Hey, MV, you know what? I ditched our appointment on purpose, because I knew you wouldn't be able to tolerate me after I explained to her exactly what was going on and what I planned on doing.
If I were just high, that would have been fine. You like it when I'm high. You love to make funny when I'm high. Well guess what I'm not really high.
I AM ACTIVATED CUZ I JUST FOUND OUT WHO EVERYONE IS AND WHO'S BEEN LYING TO ME AND WHY.
OKAY I GUESS NOT WHY. I GUESS NOT EVERYONE, I GUESS JUST A FEW PEOPLE, DOES IT EVEN MATTER? The fantastic forum has been avenged.
Now, back to present reality. There's been some overage. There's been some run overs. There's been some cost countings. Now look I really don't need an error of 89 females, can you take some back and bring some women who are able to fill out forms and vote and... Oh wait Right that's not on this planet.
"I just got back 7 hours ago. Now if you don't sit there and let me tell you all these details, not only do you not love me, but that means you're complicit, I'm going to make threats. And no just because You said that now doesn't mean I'm going to admit that you said it didn't acknowledge it, that won't be on the record.."
Unless of course I put the record on repeat 99 times just for the hell of it because I feel like I should and then I found some good news that I would have known otherwise. There's some questions you should have asked. There's some instances you should have checked on before making assumptions.
The only women that have assumed that needles are better women that make assumptions. Also since my mother was killed by a vaccine injection, it does seem to be a bit of a triggering issue, but I don't see any compassion here. It's just assumed that I'm a junkie.
No, I'm not. Do you know why you think that I am? Because none of you know how to control your impulses. Do you know how I know how to control my own pulses? I had to abandon a lover against my will and then go to jail. Wow what's that like? You're very compassionate right?
Oh, right I don't even know how long. And she gets a cell phone huh? Does she get a leather jacket? Can she take a lot as report if I show up there on an event?
Well, look, don't worry about it. Other things are a foot at the same time. For instance Brian Cooper has called me out. You must be inconvenient for him that he can't use me to duck behind. Since he's already attempted to do that and there's probably an evidence trail since he's getting way more rambunctious lately.
Also someone offered to f****** to break them out of prison. You ever see that show prison break? No probably not it wasn't a big deal very long ago, and then I don't know who has heard about the place but I know that it's you and then if you're talking about me without mentioning that and you're not telling me then that means it's been 4 years of garbage in, so your surprised at getting garbage out is completely misplaced.
Now I'm going to call your mother and find out what that piss really killed, because it looks pretty much like a super big deal, and I can't tell if she's more pissed about the damage to her garden or the fact that I was right, and that she was wrong about me and that I just went right ahead and let her be stupid and made her do an awful lot of work and then I would have been able to help, but I really couldn't do without a drum.
Or a grandfather.
Oh and I can't vape, but... So-and-so can do all that stuff and you allow that to happen and then you turn and blame me for things?
Well, he did tell you that he didn't really need a job. And no he didn't. He needed an adventure. And you decided that instead of that he got to have....
Things have gone off the rails haven't they? Well, just let that sink in. You would like me to buy Poppy now? And who is impersonating your nieces before, and what did they say before when they were really chatty, and why did I have to delete that and never ever refer to it again until now to get you to realize that I was well aware of what you're doing and it does look kind of bad now that you're forcing me to go and apology to her and asking me to commit to going to church on in August which is supposed to be analogous but it's actually awesome August because I've just completely handled the problem which started last year.
For example, it's no longer a problem that all you people are going to cover for each other and lie against me, because I will just make you look even more healthy. Or something, I don't really know. See the reality is that everybody knows what's going on.
So if your dad wishes to be disagreeable, then I guess he's the problem. Maybe I could take his job? What kind of job do you think he has? He sure does think he's important. And then I really did cure that PTSD, but he sure isn't calling me, why do you think that is?
oh, right, he had his entire family kidnapped in traffic right off from under him and he doesn't know what to do about it. He's probably not even allowed to ask for help? You certainly didn't ask me for any! But you did manage to ask it in a way that would seriously piss me off and make sure that everyone's going to remember me forever.
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LMFAO!
Talk about a "blast from the past!"
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I miss you, come over.
We do need to talk.
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22 pages man. Let's see the original. Let's see what happened before people started deleting their s***. Show it to me now in my email.
I'm not scared. But it would appear that all of you are, or that nothing to do with me has anything to do with me and I don't need to see people including against me behind my back, I should jus :-[t do what I'm told and stop asking questions.
Now I don't know how an obsolete sorcerer's tool from Egypt and AD 800 got into your website here, but I'd like to point out that I don't really give a s*** and I've completely made my point, and then what exactly do you think is it going to happen here? Did I mention that I've got physical evidence now cuz I mentioned that before and now I just keep getting more and more. Only trouble is there's actually no crime being committed.
Where is there? Well it's like this I would prefer to see no evil speak no evil or hear no evil, but the trouble is is I'm beginning to start thinking about being a masterbator again, and I don't really know who to think about other than to imagine grapefruit screaming no no no no what you realize is that it's only because of my largest and compassion that I'm not explaining everything to everyone out in public right now.
It would appear that somebody cast the magical spell working on me to force me to kill somebody's father but because of the shields I ended up killing the wrong father, because nobody has consent, and nobody thought consent was important, although for a family that starts screams about rape as much as they do, you'd think that the trumps would think consent was more important.
I told her before she left the truck was going to lose and he was a douchebag who wasn't f****** cooperating and she told me I was a loser and she took off and thought I was going to put up with some b******* that I got tired of 20 years ago. Well guess what I did put up with it but only long enough to see what would happen.
A demon's hand grabbing rings from out from under me under through the ground is not what I expected, but now I can see why people start to lose their minds when they see that kind of thing, and by the way did I mention that I don't care for gas lighting?
gosh, too bad there isn't the readily searchable archive of like two and a half years of emails where I say those exact phrases, no matter whether it emails you add to it or try to replace those are actually there in the record because I've been subjected to a lot of archiving.
I start working on this plan in 1992. I don't think you people understand just how traumatic it is to have somebody set you up for a crime and to put you in jail so that they can have your girl who isn't even your girl They just think that they got your girl.
I didn't even realize that I wasn't guilty until 30 years later. I forgave the guy. And then when I saw a guy named Patrick for the first time in 30 years I had never seen another guy and he had some stupid dog and they were seemingly very scary, I wasn't scared of them at all.
They sure seemed sly and smiling and kind of shamefaced about something. Like the way his dog would s*** all over the place. Woo I bet that's intimidating people.
Also intimidating: realizing the reason why the kid isn't picking up the recycling aluminum cans is that he doesn't think he needs to, because he thinks that either I should do it or if I suddenly disappear people will come by and think to themselves, well he wasn't picking up Island boys trash, he deserved to die.
I brought bags. You hid them in a cupboard. I asked where they were and I was told that I was being foolish for asking where such a useless item would be. I was told that it was wasteful to put aluminum cans in a bag and then throw the bag into the dumpster because the sign says all cans must be loose.
Now, having known what it was like to be a conquered person not so very long ago, I guess I can see what you're coming out here, but it's not for your convenience, it's for mine. And when you inconvenience me, and you think that I'm going to adapt for your benefit, you're going to realize that I'm just going to become a person who can adapt for my own benefit no matter what happens.
For example I could tell you were either grooming your own children or trying to impress me that the idea that I could be doing that and then I immediately fled and ran and deleted. And then carefully didn't bring up the issue again for years. And then noticed when the issue came up again.
It's almost as though I have planned this for some time. But how can I possibly do that? I'm just a junkie I can't possibly think about anything other than getting drugs I don't care about anything else at all just sex drug sex those are the same things for me right... Because they are for you?
Now any license qualified therapist can answer my questions within three beats of realizing that they are crafted questions because the answer is simply this: You want me to go away because reasons that you can't tell me. And I'm supposed to respect that and then responder your wishes.
And I would have done that if you would already mind, but since you didn't, I'm doing things the way that I want to do them, and you're doing things the way that you do: expressing surprise that I chose to use 29 gauge syringe in order to impress somebody that you know damn well I would like to impress., And since I didn't have your help, well now I have your help.
There were two other freaks like that too. What are you people completely Amish? No b******** no needles, what's next No washing your hands? Well that would be sexy if you were doing something useful with your hands other than putting smoke up your own ass.
The truth is I used to enjoy the idea that she wanted me now more than the idea that I thought of having her 20 30 years later would be. Now that I realize just how much of an issue it would be, and I think about more of the way people have behaved since then, I realize that I should probably capitalize this opportunity somehow instead of just making fun of her dead father.
I remember when her father died I deliberately made fun of her dead father because by that point I could cross the veil and talk back and forth all I choose so I didn't actually talk to her father I made up a pretend father and then started talking mads back to her because I didn't care that her father was dead or care that her cat was dead because all I want to do is f*** her still and she didn't seem to understand that was important. But she sure did f*** a whole bunch of other people.
And I don't care. But the two of you sure do, oh and that's all my fault.
She did give me a chance, she was unmarried for a good two or three or four months before I forgot about her and then I don't remember when she got married but I I think it's probably just fake who cares maybe she's actually in disguise with a skin suit I don't care I do know that it matters so much to you that you don't even like me bringing it up so I'm just going to mention that no I haven't cheated on you in the last 4 years that you've known me and then there's these two girls who I could really talk to you about certain things that I didn't want to embarrass you in public.
However, they're embarrassing you in public, I don't know who's got this thing going to such a high degree but I got a drunk guy giving fu rats and I got another guy who used to claim that he was going to kidnap and rape you, still trying to do that after doing whatever the hell it was that he did that didn't work out that way either.
Oh, and remember: this is my fault. Wow, I'm amazing. Was I supposed to protect you from all these machine onions? Well I guess you probably should have listened to me when I said don't do that, leave the room, and don't turn off your protection grid.
I told you it was a bad idea to get a phone, and had you argued with me about it you could have easily persuaded me. But since you did it beyond my back and you compromised your own safety as well as mine and you did it trying to make me feel bad about you mocking me... I didn't mind telling you what I really thought.
(Unless you express real interest in what I say is important, this guy will never believe you, because I keep talking about how much I love you and that I won't do anything with him unless you're involved, and apparently you're willing to go there without me, so unless that's a long con angle you've got, or you're being force, or you just don't care about me that much, you've got a lot of explaining to do.)
And you still do. I think somebody forced you into it. And whoever did that is the one who f***** everything up, and should meet me in single mortal Kombat, except he's a coward. And also with his daughters love me so he has a good thing going on.
Also it's got to be uncomfortable to realize that if all of you just shut your mouth up I would have turned a blind eye to the whole thing cuz I didn't really care until you said things like hey marry me and hey I'm afraid to go talk to my sister and hey you can't come to my house because my father should show up in any moment, and I'm not afraid of that guy I would just legitimately embarrassed to tell all of you what I really think of him which is this:
I bet he thought he could take me. Well, I guess he was wrong. So what's Plan B? Do you guys have a family meeting about it? Do you talk about it on Skype? Do you talk about it on MySpace? Do you talk about it in the potlatch do you talk about it in another plain existence do you talk about it together No I don't think you talk about it all I think you just talk one to one one one one through telepathy which has been hacked to the ass for years and years and years and one of your people are f***** up.
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We do need to talk.
Well there are those three months after the first two-hour phone call that you put up in its entirety, which I knew would be a sign of complete and total absolute disrespect that you wouldn't do if you thought that I was paying attention, but I gave you the impression that I wasn't on purpose.
See you were totally me, but I have been telling you the entire time by showing you here in the first place and saying, " anal jokes are bad!”
Like, I knew that I was beating you all. I just never thought I'd have girlfriends as dumb as those two. Also I know what happened to the other one that you think I don't know anything about. I remember I watched that you were crying about me.
Or rather you wash me crying about her, anyway it's all water or the bridge. Remember the one that docs me? She ended up in a straight jacket in a rabbit room and she's still looking to have me and she still can't have me and it's just driving her insane because frankly I love her a whole bunch until she stole from me and lied to me. And now I want to f*** her sister.
I'm not even talking about that one. The other one I don't even want to have sex with at all I just want to talk to the kid about sex and chest and explain to him why what's happening is happening because I happen to know and then if I can tell a kid that young you'll probably have a lot better time than I would, but his father is Austrian so I don't think that he's going to give me permission for that unless he thinks he's going to get some kind of angle out of it.
The rotary in Austria and Hungary is quite steep. The rivalry is not. It's really all about who stole their service below.
How hard would an essay have been? All right, they're embarrassed at their religion. Or whatever who knows what the reason was mostly it was just a way to see what you would do in response to a command since you were give me one. I gave you interest interest and intently attentive interest immediately, and you gave me hams and haws and excuses.
And that's why I haven't bought a house yet. Also you don't do what you're told. Also everyone knows that I'm on top of the situation and they're scared of getting wrapped up in it because I am the tar baby master, and I don't know who you are but you're not tar baby.
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We do need to talk.
I'm A Commander. Call my secretary lol.
I dropped another bomb last night, not ammunitions bomb, a truth bomb, and everything went completely silent and stopped dead and I haven't heard anything from anybody and that suits me just fine down to the ground.
Look I told you I was going to go micro Nova. I didn't tell you that there was only going to be one. We have been talking about this microdova? There can be a lot more micro numbers if you like. For example I could tell you people what I really think about Roma.
Well, I know enough to know that when I saw my friend cussing one out I knew that she was really in dire straits or else she was trying to invoke protection from me for something really stupid because I don't care how angry you are at the Roma that was really impolite didn't really embarrass me.
Also I already knew she was Roma. You didn't make a big deal out of it. Did you see that movie dragged me to hell? That was a extremely extreme example.
Thinner is probably a better example. And the experience I had where I hid the truth from aromas so they grapefruit wouldn't get beaten up, that's probably a bad example cuz you won't believe it either.
"Yeah you been on doggy have a few weeks now, who you even talking to? Oh really metron really What do you have to say, or you don't want to tell me okay that's fine I'm just going to wander off for a few months and then come back later and see what you're doing. Oh really you've been completely programmed and wiped and you're talking about nonsense crap? Wow I wonder how that happens."
Hi Bellgab it's been planned for a while. " Oh look there's evidence that it's not me being stupid, it's something else, " well I guess I'll vanish before somebody holds the child hostages or something.
Because I would be terrible if somebody was held hostage.
And then where are those police reports being held? It would seem to me that it would be important for me to read them considering that I was asked to listen to the details before the police or a nurse or a clergical unit was called, I was asked to be supportive. And I was.
“You're lucky you're alive, if you can call that living, what do you think you can do for the next 6 months, just go about your business? Sure of course yeah they won't have anything to do about how I completely f*** them over and they didn't tell you what happened and obviously you don't know because you're not me and you didn't make mention of all those messages I sent you on Twitter and then after that Twitter disappeared a whole bunch of people who were stupidly listening to all that Q b*******.
Oh yeah and then Biden won. How did you not see that coming? All right you been jabbed up and you're just moving from fix to fix like some sort of vagabond Pinocchio bowl ever since the evermectin did his job and left you behind without any kind of support because you couldn't believe what the scabies did to you.
You also didn't believe that everybody enjoyed your suffering except for me. Well it's true I hated it, and I really hated you blaming me. You accused me of getting it on you.
I know exactly who got it on you. I know that they dosed you, I know that they poisoned you, and I know that they try to turn you against me, and they succeeded, and now I'm not even against you I just think that you're kind of boring now.
Since you're not grapefruit, and you've been replaced by an actor in a digital world. So really the fact that they've done this to you is actually both flattering in a big relief to me. Because now I have causing their star player, and all the children know that I am a force to be reckoned with.
Also, I am not your enemy. They told me you would have troubles remembering what side you are on, and right about that time I wasn't going to care anymore, because somebody else was going to get interested except nobody knew who.
Then Cusp Of Magick tired then I started getting irritated do you know why? No you don't because your family hasn't allowed me to have a straight up conversation with you for several weeks ever since they figured out that I know exactly what's been going on and I've been completely indifferent and controlling this situation behind the scenes ever since I noticed without being too worried about it.
I don't know to which of you this is a matter of life and death too, but now that all the children know that I'm a hero I don't give a s*** what happens to you and I don't care who gets divorced and I don't care about the benefits and I don't care about the money and I don't care about taxes and I don't care about any of the garbage that you're foolish materialistic family believes in because the real family really feels bad about not giving me a drum that had a story that could hang up together.
because according to shouldn't have to deny but you're supposed to give me a vision quest if I was interested. No one thought I was interested, and no one cared they thought they would go on to kill me.
I'd like to point out that I never voted for Trump, I knew the whole thing is a ridiculous joke, and while you thought that Biden was going to win and you acted as though Trump was your pick but you were actually aware of a bigger deeper issue what actually happened was is that my allies stole it from behind the scenes and yours were incinerated and you don't want to admit that because then you'd have to admit that you knew that that was a plan before and then you never told me.
Oh, but you did read my emails. Well that's interesting. Did you read your own? You know you should read a lot of emails? Now what are the things in the emails that bother you? Cuz I think the problem is that you keep on getting bad news but I don't know what the bad news is... Can't you tell that I'm completely owning the situation and I have only your best interests of heart?
I didn't dislike the boots because they're texting. I actually love Texas I just like the boots because you got them without me and you went there without me and you didn't tell me the truth about the whole thing and if you had it would have been fine, I could have helped you but instead you kept me in the dark and kept secrets on me.
Seatec Astronomy. Also, I don't know what happened to you the other day because I lost enough eye contact with you for long enough that anything could have happened, when I asked you about it you actually like my concerns were unnecessary. Well I need to concern myself with being protective of a target who doesn't want to be protected then.
Since you asked and abandoned and insisted. I meant, demanded. I wasn't referring to that date when you was arranged to have a whole bunch of packages with children's names on them sent to my mother's house, and then you left me a bunch of phones, including the one that you got traffic and raped on, while somebody else tried to make fun of me on the internet, and then I woke up and turned the phone off and went about my life because I saw all this coming from the beginning. I just haven't knew are you at this?
Oh, right, cheerleader. You know who wasn't a cheerleader? The debate . You know who wasn't invited to debate? Me with her because I couldn't speak right when she was in the room. No one thought that the cement anything other than that was a loser.
He wasn't until I started spasming when I actually started to tell people things that made sense and were vaguely against Illuminati rules that I realized hey wait a second there's something in the control system that isn't working right and then I started looking into it because I didn't want to look into it on my own I wanted someone else to look into it.
Like, you didn't want to tell me that I should have a lot of sex with you, you wanted to tell me another phone and then in person you wanted to act like I was raping you in pantomime while making non-committal words that were designed to trigger me and voice. This is actually something that has been written about a lot and I can't imagine that you don't know that you're doing it if you read about it, and I guess you thought I didn't notice that the whole time and then just compensated.
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By the way Dustin isn't really Dustin sometimes. It's a great reason to avoid adultery.
And I don't know what Brian is actually envious or guilty or angry about, but as I'm not f****** your sister and I'm not paying your bills, it could be a whole bunch of things maybe he's just embarrassed that I'm smarter than him and he had to run when he could have stuck around and I don't know but he's definitely not happy with me and as soon as he shows up and tells me why I'll either report him or punch him
I probably won't pay about that $20,000, $25,000, $35,000 year old? Which one is it by the way you know people seem to run on your debts. Oh and by the way I brought your cat to the island to see what you would do.
Be annoyed was kind of a surprised. I thought you would convince me on catching you. Didn't you realize that being annoyed in that moment would have been a dead giveaway for you being involved?
Oh yeah that's right You don't really think forehead do you you just obey these things well don't worry about it I've fixed it all.
Now call me meanwhile did you get your twat waxed? Why don't you have your friend to do it? Why don't you have her come with us so she can tell us how to get done Why don't you have her teach us how to do it Why don't you let me tell her the truth because I'd be happy to I'm sure she's super interested now because as soon as you told me what you told me I decided not to tell her and then I didn't realize she'd get super curious but I guess she was actually interested and now She's been excluded too.
You know who else is excluded? Someone named Jay, and someone else named Jay, and someone else who isn't named to you because I am not going to exclude anymore because obviously she's at her dress too because can't be a coincidence that she ended up with a carbon copy of the dude that she ended up with after going to Jordan and almost getting traffic and then coming back and complaining about chocolate and then the whole thing was f****** stupid because I was just standing there not knowing what was going on and now that I do I realize oh yeah oxygen No wonder she didn't want to tell me what you wanted me to do.
I've been wanting to throw myself out of for 2 years and she couldn't figure out how to say yes please I want it? Well for that matter and either could you and you claim to have wanted it real bad well I guess you did until you got it and realize that there was responsibilities anyway very close very close and then it turns out I guess she thinks it's interesting since obviously someone else thinks that I'm really worth spending a lot of time on wasting their time on with me, and she knows damn well it's probably not my idea.
She knows how to heal that weed and cigarettes, and she knows how I feel about cannabis, and she doesn't know how I feel about needles but I would tell her the truth if she asks, but she probably should because I don't know why not at this point. It's not like I'm ashamed of it.
However, you are. You know why? I do! And it's not for the reasons you claim. The audience could be working on that as a exercise for themselves here at 9:00 a.m. on a Sunday where you should be getting about doesn't according to what you said.
Since I already told somebody what the hell you did, I'm sure they're watching for her since they're still talking to me they're not really giving me the kind of advice they were giving me before, since it's been pretty obvious for the last few months that I'm in charge here.
The dude who laughed about my dead cat claimed that I was the ringleader. I guess technically that might have been true, except I had been you know manipulated into it, and the instant that I saw that statement made, I posted that I never had been and if I were I instantly abdicated.
Website that was there went down within moments. Do you know why? Because I don't lose unless I choose to. On the other hand you lost when you chose to breed with and let it take the best of you.
I told you to get that kid to buy you a house. Then he got to dwi and pissed on his grandmother's lawn. Now if your friends know what to do about me, but don't know what to do about that I think that's funny, and I'd be happy to explain them to you especially since it doesn't involve any organ meat.
Now, are you going to bark all day? Or are you going to bite? Because I'm completely happy with where I'm at, I have all the rings that I needed, I have lost things, that I would like that, but I have also lost other things that I would definitely like back, and that is the respect of a woman that I once adored, and as soon as she finds out what I really think she'll probably be willing to tell her husband what's really going on.
That is, I tolerate him. If I wanted to seduce him away and tell her what was really going on I would just tell her what was really going on and then she would realize it wouldn't matter at all because I'm a clergy I could divorce her and remarry her it will especially if it's something like this where I f****** tulpa snuck in and got my magic energy.
I never cheated on you. I don't know why you thought I did. Oh that's right because you needed an excuse to justify what you wanted to do next, and I found you in a situation where you had been manipulating against your will by other actors trying to blame me. Gosh whatever will I do about that? I'll have to think of some sort of plan.
Well, I was doing that, and then I woke up a sorcerer in your higher self told me that she wanted my help to fix you cuz you're possessed so I've been doing it this way apparently you can't get a baptism cuz that's too easy. Well I thought about f****** the demon out of you, but I guess somebody else did that, I don't really know her anymore but just go and talk to somebody and show them all my texts cuz if you don't I'll be happy to show them in court and tell your son and your father and everybody else that I love everyone and I don't really care what happens next.
and I didn't tell anybody who pissed in the garden but I did let people know what I saw, in a way that was accurate, in a way that was a gesture, and I guess I wasn't believed that I guess somebody believes me now, and boy did that look like a sad event.
BAD FOR YOUR MOM HUH? ALL I HAVE TO DO IS COMPLAIN. I HAVE YOU ON VIDEO. PEOPLE ARE BEING NICE TO YOU AS A COURTESY TO ME AND CHUCK.
I GUESS, USED TO BE A BIG DEAL AROUND HERE. NOW WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHICH OF THESE WORDS YOU DON'T LIKE, BECAUSE I'LL HAVE THEM ERASED, OR I'LL HAVE AS A REMOVE THEM, OR I'LL JUST NOT WORRY ABOUT IT, BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A F*** EVERYONE KNOWS WHO THE F*** YOU ARE AND NO ONE CARES NO ONE GIVES A S*** AND PLUS THIS IS ALL BEING MONITORED ON A HIGH FROM DARPA SO I NEVER DID IT SOMEONE ELSE DID YOU'VE BEEN TRYING TO BAIT ME AND I DON'T CARE WHY SHOULD YOU JUST SUE ME WHY DON'T YOU JUST BRING IT TO COURT AND FILE SUIT AND SEND A WHOLE LOT OF PAPERS AND SEE WHAT I DO NEXT?
I MEAN THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING FOR A WHILE AND IT JUST KEEPS ON GETTING BETTER FOR ME. DO YOU KNOW WHY NO ONE ELSE IS TALKING TO ME? BECAUSE YOU SCARE THEM.
AND I SCARE THEM BECAUSE I CAN HANDLE YOU AND THEY CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT THAT WOULD BE LIKE FOR THEM WITH ME. GOOD. PEOPLE SHOULD BE AFRAID TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE WHAT HAPPENS TO CHILDREN IS LEARNING ABOUT CLERGY.
WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT SATAN? WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT SPELLING WITH A K?? WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT THE GOLDEN DAWN???
Tell you what I'll just tell another therapist with a different name and we'll see what we get with that. I know what it tells me. It tells me that you thought I was on the run, and not just working on a project of great independence importance, I had no intention of getting someone to fall in love with me.
And, now that 20 years of gone behind it's still kicking, I have no intention to make the answer obvious to anyone unless they decide to go to the Great length of doing so.
Truth of the matter is I wanted to be impressed that I could do it twice and then never do it again, and here it is 20 years later and somebody's stuck to the bottle and here it is me not doing it.
I'd rather do with her. See if she's smoking weed yet. Oh is she still on alcohol? Well that's going to do wonders for her figure compared to what her mother did. I remember her husband Bob was kind of embarrassed by her but I thought she was great, and I never had a thruway with her and her mother but at this point if they were both dead I would totally come in their open gaping faces in public if that would help anything.
Wait, who are we talking about? All right Bianca. We're not talking about it some other people. Hey how you doing Bianca do you think you well did well with that test that you were given because after you failed it test I didn't see any reason to do any better either. It didn't look like the bar was being said very high.
See you in court. Do you realize? I have every right to confront my accusers and if you people want to run it's not going to look good. For anyone but me.
I told these kind of things used to matter to people, but now I don't really care I'm just filling up space so that people do things in the background and being a decoy. I can talk about something more important but I don't really have clearance to do the important thing that I want to do yet so I'm just going to spin around and wait for people to point out hey Jack you're not doing this other thing and then I'll be waiting on tenterhooks for them to ask me why not.
At this point I really don't know. All the lesbians are ashamed of getting caught? I don't know! I do know that I have been under assault by a number of people who want to f*** grapefruit and want me out of the way.
Apparently walls of texture are big problem? Well that's not my problem. And it's not great for it's either, she seems to have result all over problems yesterday, in that, I don't know who assaulted her, but I know it wasn't me or any of my friends were involved in it, and I know that none of them are very happy about it. And I have no idea who tried to kill us but isn't it great that I could have perfected that in resurrected you and like no worry about it since you f***** it all up anyway.
Here's what she says: " You got it already? damn it!”
Oh, so there were conditions to your victory. That's interesting. I wasn't informed of that, I would just hearing that it was okay for other people and not for me and then all of a sudden it was but it had to be this big long thing that was a big harangue and the whole time I was like wow there must be a big problem here I wonder what they're doing, and then I was like oh yeah that's right somebody wants me to do with them both and one of them doesn't want me to do it at all They just want me to go to jail and give it to them so they can hide it under the bed and they don't want me to know because they don't think I can read mines They think clairvoyants is just something for spiritual wonder boys and culture victims.
It's interesting how people justify things to themselves. For example, grapefruit is really not pissed at me, because at least I am delivering, and I am delivering so that no one else has ever delivered, something that she never really realized could actually ever happen and she just had to ask for it: ACCOUNTABILITY.
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Now, it is my understanding that a lot of people are upset and disappointed by my inability or lack of interest in proof reading all of my stuff and my complete and total champion level of skills at laying it down in a way that is appropriate for the time being.
Let me explain something to you people: People know. So what were you doing by banning me? You should probably find out.
Because eventually people are going to ask me what I've been doing for the last 4 years, and the answer is going to be making sure that there were no survivors left from that helicopter crash that left Whidbey Island and people laughed at while they said Trump was having sex with his daughter and not only that having sex with the ugly one.
How do you know Tiffany is even human? Are you sure? That seems like a lot of assumptions to make for somebody who's never even branded anything once. Oh wait your brand is something what was that?
Argue with Jackstar? Well I'm an expert at that because I didn't know what I was arguing about but was really important, and it turns out instead of checking my scoliosis they spent a whole lot of time checking my nose oh wait no they didn't They just made fun of me and laughed at me and thought I should go away.
Does that sound familiar to you Azzrae? Now, of course it does. So don't worry about the 22 pages. That was really a feint.
I know what you were doing. I was laughing at you because you weren't telling me. You couldn't count on me, you thought.
Oh well do you think you can count on me now? Did you get anything out of not being open at the time? What you got my undying entity and you got grapefruit really pissed off at all of you because you told her that she could travel with me and get away with it.
She didn't. I don't know where she is. I gave her the flea signal and she took off and people the landscape with topas and I haven't seen her a long time and I miss her and she's crying about some other guy and doesn't care about me You know what that means She's not really great for it It's a tulpa I told you about this and you mocked me and left to be in the kidnapped and raped her anyway.
I already hear is that she's the one who wants to get raped, and you thought that you could get away with it that way and know you couldn't, but if you hadn't you wouldn't have committed a crime. Now having said that, you did make fun of my cat dying, three times, and she did think that was inconsequential.
That's what I recorded her in bed screaming about her f****** dog. It's fair use. Do you know why it's fair use? Because she deserved it. And do you know who did rape her?
Oh, guess what? All the people who do just went had to talk with people and said you better not f*** with Jack Star again cuz he said he's just getting started. Remember that was like over a year ago.
I'm still having fun, and now all the children love me and will never forget me and the parents are grudgingly accepted me and the transmitter power is still screeching into the darkness with rage that I cannot be controlled.
I'm not even kidding. Also people made fun of me a year ago, after 6 years ago, beginning to saddle up to the possibility they might have to apologize. Do you know why they have to?
Because the only thing I've been waiting here for is my father's gun. Do you know who took it? and why haven't we had any fireworks and go to the gun range or even mention that and then you can't play chess either and then you can go grocery shopping and babysitting and then what do you for fun?
Besides try and fail to work against me? I know you get a charge of it thinking you're going to win but no you're not. I own you. I bought you at a poker game.
And then I ran off with you and explained to you how to think. They don't like that. They were enjoying taking advantage of you. They didn't even teach you how to castle. But I did. Do you know why?
BECAUSE I NEED SOMEBODY TO PLAY CHESS AND SUCK MY PENIS. I WAS JUST DIFFERENT! NOW ABOUT THE SAME AS ANY.
ALSO SINCE I HAVEN'T GOTTEN AROUND TO ASKING ANYONE, I BET YOU OR HER HAVEN'T GOTTEN AROUND TO LEARNING HOW TO DO IT, CUZ NEITHER OF YOU HAVE ASKED EVEN THOUGH IT'S CLEARLY SOMETHING YOU SHOULD ASK YOU AS BASEBALL PLAYERS YOU ASK SKIPPERS YOU ASKED EVERYBODY ELSE DIDN'T ASK ME EXCEPT HOW TO BUY YOU A HOUSE WHICH IS WHAT YOU SAID SOMEBODY ELSE WOULD DO AND THAT HE DIDN'T SO NOW WHERE AM I AT? CAN I BUY YOU A DIVORCE BECAUSE IT WOULD BE WORTH IT.
TELL YOU WHAT, LET'S GO TO A&S. TELL YOU WHAT LET'S GO TO LODGE AND ASK. TELL YOU WHAT LET'S GET ON THE GAPCAST AND ASK. TELL YOU WHAT LET'S CALL YOU ON SKYPE AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING AND ASK YOU A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING AND ACT LIKE IT'S NOTHING,.
AND THEN ACTIVATE ME TO ASK DUSTIN SOME QUESTIONS. BY THE WAY IS ANYBODY STILL MAD AT ME? WHAT FOR? YOUR SISTER WAS DOING BE KILLED AND NOW SHE'S NOT. DO YOU KNOW WHY? I GUESS SHE PROMISED THAT SHE COULD DELIVER ME OR SOMETHING I ACTUALLY KNOW THESE PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING BUT EVERYBODY'S VERY TERRIFIED OF ME BECAUSE I AM PISSED AND I DON'T MIND AT ALL.
I USED TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR OLDER SON, NOW I HOPE HE GETS HERPES AND AIDS AND GETS TRAFFIC AND SENT TO DUBAI. THAT'S QUITE A SHIFT. I DIDN'T REALLY WANT THAT HAPPEN, BUT NOW I DO AND THEN I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH THE OTHER ONE BORN ON THAT DATE AND THEN I WANT THE HUSBAND TO HAVE TO GO TO BUY AND GET SET UP FOR IT. NOT REALLY NOT A WHOLE LOT BUT THAT DOES SOUND LIKE A LOT MORE FUN THAN I POETRY WITH THE VIRGO, EITHER OF THEM, AND OF COURSE SKY IS RIGHT OUT UNTIL SHE STARTS FLYING AND GETS FOUR LEGS AND BOY LOOK AT ALL THOSE NEEDLES SHE HAD ON HER TATTOOS.
THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING. I'M JUST SAYING. SOME OF YOU PEOPLE ARE MORE GUILTY THAN OTHERS.
NOW, TELL ME ALL ABOUT BEING A NEEDLE JUNKY AGAIN. TELL ME AGAIN ABOUT WHAT MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED THAT MIGHT HAVE CAUSED SOMEBODY TO BECOME SOMETHING OF A STICK LOAN THAT ISSUE, ESPECIALLY SINCE I STOLE SOMEBODY'S GRIMOIRE AND WROTE A WHOLE BUNCH OF IN BETWEEN THE LINES COMMENTS ON HOW THEY WERE A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES FOR NOT TELLING ME THE TRUTH AND THEY CAN GO F*** THEMSELVES AND I WASN'T GOING TO BE USEFUL, CUZ THAT'S REALLY WHAT THE PROBLEM IS I'VE PISSED OFF THE WRONG GROUP OF SPECIAL EXPERTS.
WELL THAT'S TOO F****** BAD THOUGH ISN'T IT. GUESS YOU'LL HAVE TO COPE. END OF LINE. HEY HOW COME YOU COULD WRITE TO THE COMMANDER BUT YOU COULDN'T WRITE TO WHITLEY?
HE ASKED A NEW SNIFF RIGHT TO ATTENTION. NOW OTHER ISSUES YOU DIDN'T SNAP TO ATTENTION. DO YOU RECALL WHAT YOUR DELAY WAS AND WHAT YOUR EMERGENCY WAS BEFORE BECAUSE I DON'T REALLY KNOW OTHER THAN WHAT MY CONJECTURES ARE AND I'VE NEVER ASKED BUT I'M ASKING NOW I'M ASKING STRAIGHT UP AND I'M NOT ASKING OUT OF ANGST
I want to know how I managed to convince all of you that you're stupid. I mean that I'm stupid. I mean how did you all discover that I was so stupid that you could just ignore me and make fun of me and think that didn't matter? Because it really did.
Thought she's got five letters and he's a hero for a while cuz he's got five liters of demon? You know none of this means it sense I just want to have Tina and that other person and then where are they now You know I would have forgotten about them but all of a sudden just a few dozen months ago all of a sudden a whole bunch of people started thinking about me, as if a critical mass of girls started touching themselves between their legs. I wonder what might have strict that particular mass.
I don't know but Grapefruit has bigger problems deal with now. I just suspended agents for everyone except her and now everybody else is jealous. That's okay I should get used to it.
Did I mention I've been pushed past all reason? It's too bad Bianca couldn't have helped... two years ago.
But I'm in a hurry and I didn't do what I said I do huh? Well that's interesting. Talk about that with your therapist and have them call me. It's probably not some sort of trigger event that I programmed into the whole environment before I even entered this contract with you but it might be, and considering I've been really nice to you and you've been publicly insulting on I really care what the hell you think especially since it's not my mouth it's my fingers and it's not my fingers it's my choice of letters and it's not my choice of letters it's the words that I choose and it's not my words that I choose it's the fact that I'll give a f*** about what to say I could say a lot more a lot quickly but I'm getting big about it as a courtesy so it's not too embarrassed myself.
I can't believe I actually let those girls fall in love with me. Don't ever forget about me now. Oh what did Sydney say? yeah I bet that was a real problem. I didn't say that I should do it with her, what I said was that you were both a pair of big huge f****** pussies for letting everyone else do it except them and then later on you told me that kid should be allowed to experiment and then I wouldn't so if kids weren't in once you see you just showing yourself to being consistent in children places which I think is what all it's going to take to start the cracks in the armor from flowing.
But I kind of rather have you as my handler, that you can't have sex with me because of, cuz I think that would make you appreciate me more if you actually were going to lose something if you couldn't have me, cuz right now you don't feel like you're losing anything. On The contrary. I summoned a meeting in a pair of gestures showed up that look real pissed at me that I wasn't even going to show up cuz I didn't give a f*** f*** them, what am I some kind of Mason?
Oh, right, you'll have to pretend that I'm not. Although it has been kind of puzzling why the hell you've been doing what you've been doing for so long. And you say again that I forced you to go somewhere how did I do that? And why didn't I force you to do my taxes? And why didn't you call my cousin or my aunt and why did you... Well whatever.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an editor.
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You need an editor.
I'm down to curate his wallet.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an editor.
I'm not bothering. It’s fine though. You're lucky to get the breath from my (BLANK). I don't need an editor. I'm considering renting a list of things that I need, but I've tried that before and I've gotten not the best results.
Holy shit, Jackstar.
I'm feeling blushed that you even went so far as to notice my need for aggrandizement. I try to keep it in check but there it is.
My first step will probably be to eliminate the grand pianos.
I'm down to curate his wallet.
Woodchipper.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an editor.
Not just an editor, A Team of editors.
https://youtu.be/_MVonyVSQoM
Nautical Shore.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an editor.
He could use an internal editor, certainly,
as well as interdimensional editors for every level of awareness,
and a genuine team, rugby-sized, to manage his daily plethora.
Of course, a good amanuensis might work too.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an auditor.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an auditor.
Tech tested, Goddess approved. I do still have to sleep from time to time, but I only do it while hanging upside down in a hermit's cave, not like that dullard Edison—trust Me, I'm a man, Baby, and we all have the occasional #Official #DebtWream, so when Edison was always “knapping” in his laboratory all the time... people eventually noticed something. (Hi, George! Have The Twins call me Ishmael.)
For example, someone sure did. I don't think it was Her—Grapefruit could never pass a bar—but as soon as it LANDED the ground, I knew that sound from anywhere. And the first time: concrete. No, I'm not a warlock—yay,!—but this is set on dying sandstone, we'll have plenty of time to fix the signpost up ahead. (We're literally almost 24 and a HALF years ahead of Them. Begin your personal relaxation protocol, Hashem—you are going to fucking well fucking need it. *click*)
So, of course, They stole it. (“THEY TOOK THE BAR! THE WHOLE F****** BAR!” Savages.) And, just like that... Operation Tri-Part-Yight got approved, checked, cheeked, and FULLY fuckin’ FUNDED. Of course it's classified tip-top, it's got classified things in it. You love classified things. You want to marry classified things and have a bakers’ dozen little classified babies... well at least one of us does, although I guess “savages” don't like to be called “things,” and while I tend to agree, that's too bad: I'm still hearing things. Here, have a cigar, you'll go far.
IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT I LIED—THROUGH OMISSION, TO CONGRESS, WITH MY BALD FACE HANGING OUT TO CONGRESS—ABOUT WHAT THE PROJECT WAS ULTIMATELY TOTALLY ALL ABOARD ABOUT. I JUST HAPPENED TO KNOW, I HEARD IT FROM A FLOCK OF SEAGULLS, THAT MANUFACTURING AND SYNTHESIZING LSD-55555 WAS QUITE LEGIT IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT A SOURCEROUS APOSTILLE TO SIGN FOR THE MANDATORY INGREDIENTS—FAMOUSLY EXTINCT ON MOST PUNY WORLDS... NOW, BUT... NOW—RESURRECTED FOR OUR PLEASURE! (Little kitten fact: most Sourcer Oars are made from puppy dog tails—and, yes, yes yes, yes yes yes, oh yes f*** YES MAY YES... this is for science, m***********.)
Tell Tesla I said “Hi!” and to bring a couple of those serrated grapefruit spoons, because he's going to need them to cross the streams. (That's a little adventurous inventor’s joke, because of course he can't cross any streams, we're all f****** vampires—and obviously anybody going to the trouble of forging a serrated grapefruit spoon is going to put a little silver in it, n’est-ce pas? PROBABLY SOME CHOCOLATE AS WELL.)
Leave the cocobolo desk at home. *infringe*
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
MCK
The Sourcerous Zephyrus of The Five Winds
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It's not on my skin, it's in my spine. Hi Rodger, no, nono, no no no, that's not a spine, this is a spine. No, it doesn't come in any color you want. It comes in any color I want. Now get out of your kid you bother me. Shoo. Scram. Don't beat it—a little tap on the nose of the rose with that diploma will do, even if it is invisible.
Of course you could see it. You're an infant. Stay tuned.
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Holy shit, Jackstar. You need an auditor.
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Autists should be free from auditors.
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They need to be free from such distractions to complete twenty-plus pages of manuscript, and go on and on and on and on about it if any of those pages come up "missing" either due to auditory or editorial acts.
Free Autists Whirled Wide, Untie Themthe hobo elite!
And another thing @JaxTar; settle down Nancy.
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@JaxTar; settle down Nancy.
Mister President! I HAVE INFORMATION THAT CAN ONLY BE DELIVERED TO YOU BY A FLOCK OF UNICORNS BEARING CLEOPATRA, FRESHLY RAISED. (It's an older rider, sir, but I think we can deliver.)
settle down Nancy.
What color? Asking for a friend.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3LCIdcxtYA
;) :)
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THE DRAMA KING IS IN THE HOUSE
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22 pages man. ..
I was wondering how much I had missed. Thanq, Yakstar!
-COL Manly
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OKAY I GUESS NOT WHY. I GUESS NOT EVERYONE, I GUESS JUST A FEW PEOPLE, DOES IT EVEN MATTER? The fantastic forum has been avenged.
Praise Jackstar! ;D
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Praise Jackstar! ;D
So say we all!
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So say we all!
SO SAY WE ALL!
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SO SAY WE ALL!
AND I WANT EVERYONE WHO EVER PARTOOK IN BELLGAB CULTURE TO KNOW THAT STARR ORIGINATED THIS CATCH PHRASE!
AND BRIG STOLE IT!!!
#RAPISTRUBINIISAFALSEMESSIAH
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AND I WANT EVERYONE WHO EVER PARTOOK IN BELLGAB CULTURE TO KNOW THAT STARR ORIGINATED THIS CATCH PHRASE!
AND BRIG STOLE IT!!!
#RAPISTRUBINIISAFALSEMESSIAH
Thank you, Azzerae, and God Bless You. I used to have the original post on one of my laptops, but I think it was the Windows 7 one. It's in the shop right now. I'll look for the post when I get the laptop back.
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Am I the only one itching for an Azzcast?
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Am I the only one itching for an Azzcast?
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Oh. So that's what that is. ;) ;D
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Oh. So that's what that is. ;) ;D
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Abortway ownay Arrstay! :-[
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Am I the only one itching for an Azzcast?
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Sorry, bruh.
I've been sick.
New AzzCast comin' down the pike--
#VerySoon
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Sorry, bruh.
I've been sick.
New AzzCast comin' down the pike--
#VerySoon
Get well, brother! ;)
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Sorry, bruh.
I've been sick.
New AzzCast comin' down the pike--
#VerySoon
I'm so sorry, Azz. I hope and pray you recover quickly. :-*
P.S. The "itchin" meme was meant as a joke, taken from some of your AzzCast memes. I thought you would get a kick outta it. I truly apologize. :-[ :-[ :-[
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I'm so sorry, Azz. I hope and pray you recover quickly. :-*
Thanks. I'm all good now!
P.S. The "itchin" meme was meant as a joke, taken from some of your AzzCast memes. I thought you would get a kick outta it...
I laughed! Hard!!!
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:) :) :) :)
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:) :) :) :)
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Azzerae's releasing a coffee table book! :D
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Azzerae's releasing a coffee table book! :D
A book about coffee tables? ???
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A book about coffee tables? ???
I believe the book turns into a coffee table. ;)
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Is your book about coffee tables, or does it turn into a coffee table? Asking for a friend.
Thanks, IR :D
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A book about coffee tables? ???
Not your strongest work.
Jus' sayin'.
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Not your strongest work.
Jus' sayin'.
So, it turns into a coffee table then? :D
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You fellas are a riot!
::)
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Thanks. I'm all good now!
I laughed! Hard!!!
Thank you, Azz. That was my intention. ;) ;D
I am glad you are good to go now. :-*
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A book about coffee tables? ???
;D ;D ;D ;)
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Praise Jackstar! ;D
Do you spell it with a c or a K, No? M.
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P.S. The "itchin" meme was meant as a joke, taken from some of your AzzCast memes.
The password is “the Big Bad Bishop 8 your mother,” but it's probably not meant to be taken LITERALLY.
I mean... past tents and all. *SLAM*
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The password is “the Big Bad Bishop 8 your mother,” but it's probably not meant to be taken LITERALLY.
I mean... past tents and all. *SLAM*
My mom never played chess (but I do). She passed on in 1992.
In tents, sleeping. ZZZZZZZZZZ.
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Not your strongest work.
Jus' sayin'.
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I should probably listen to the show, huh?
Sounds tedious but I have got a lot of free time coming up.
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I should probably listen to the show, huh?
That's kinda the point.
But don't worry, I won't force anything on you-- that's Rubini's job.
#RapistRubini
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Sounds tedious but I have got a lot of free time coming up.
This reads as if you slipped off for a crafty wank (shortly thereafter).
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This reads as if you slipped off for a crafty wank (shortly thereafter).
My ongoing battle with "Speed Reading Induced Dyslexia"* initially had me reading "...crafty wank..." as a "...wafty crank..."
K_Dubb, Attend:
I think there may well be some poetical possibilities there, but your mastery of word-smithery might be required. I sadly lack fully developed skills in this arena. I envision an "Ode du jour" for JaxTar. I am certain you will be able to connect the words "Ode, odor, crafty, wank, wafty, crank" to a truly odiferous poetical emanation worthy of the fiendish JaxTar...
Perhaps it is a bit of a stretch to attempt to include "blumpkin" in the poetical allusions, but perhaps a parallel relationship to the "blumpkin" could be explored in this entirely notional ode?
For certain, its length should be Homerian; as volumes would be required due to the nominal subject of the notional epic poem.
If nothing else, I found this to be amusing to think upon. I imagine that here is enough material for you make quite a juicy shart (or start, damn my SpRID!) on such an endeavor...
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*(or SRID, hmm need to work on that Acronym, I like SpRID better)
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My mom never played chess (but I do). She passed on in 1992.
In tents, sleeping. ZZZZZZZZZZ.
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1418364752678457348
Promote this or I'm going to have (blank) with your (blank) in (Blankcraft).
Cheerio Toodles!
PS: you're welcome.
My ongoing battle with "Speed Reading Induced Dyslexia"* initially had me reading "...crafty wank..." as a "...wafty crank..."
K_Dubb, Attend:
Somebody wake up Hicks. SMDH
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I'm getting a lot of conflicting directives here.
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I'm getting a lot of conflicting directives here.
tell me
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it
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https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1418364752678457348
Promote this or I'm going to have (blank) with your (blank) in (Blankcraft).
Cheerio Toodles!
PS: you're welcome.
Somebody wake up Hicks. SMDH
You have me blocked. I can't see what it is you'd like me to promote. :-\
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Promote this or I'm going to have (blank) with your (blank) in (Blankcraft).
https://twitter.com/_n_Jack/status/1418364752678457348
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ip34k5IUnjU
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ip34k5IUnjU
Nope.
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You have me blocked. I can't see what it is you'd like me to promote. :-\
Oh, Jack, how could you block her?!
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Waiting till the Director's Cut is released ...
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Waiting till the Director's Cut is released ...
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Thank you, Azz. ;) :-*
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Azzerae's silence concerns me, especially after convincing himself he should get vaccinated. :-[
#Way to go, K_Dubb! :P
#YOU KILLED AZZY
#Rest in peace, young prince.
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#Azzerae 1990-2021
Here lies the body of our Azzy
Done to death by a banany
It wasn’t the fruit that laid him low
But the skin of the thing that made him go.
#YOU FUCKING SUPER SPREADER!
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Azzerae's World
2021-2021
Death due to virtue signaling...
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What?! You fuckers want my briefcase too? Sure. Here, let me get it for you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2pMxjgrUE90
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What?! You fuckers want my briefcase too? Sure. Here, let me get it for you:
Some Mother Fuckers always trying to ice-skate uphill.
https://youtu.be/jRYdVUtQs-8
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Azzerae's silence concerns me, especially after convincing himself he should get vaccinated. :-[
#Way to go, K_Dubb! :P
#YOU KILLED AZZY
#Rest in peace, young prince.
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#Azzerae 1990-2021
Here lies the body of our Azzy
Done to death by a banany
It wasn’t the fruit that laid him low
But the skin of the thing that made him go.
#YOU FUCKING SUPER SPREADER!
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Aaaahhh I killldd bunny 😩🐰 and he was so cute 💔
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Aaaahhh I killldd bunny 😩🐰 and he was so cute 💔
#How Could You?
#You Animal!
#He's Just a KID!
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By Grabthar's hammer, by the Sons of Warvan, he shall be avenged!
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I’m coming to make that stupid nose of yours even stupider, K_Dubb.
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RIP fam
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9ejXv5Er6M
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By Grabthar's hammer, by the Sons of Warvan, he shall be avenged!
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I’m coming to make that stupid nose of yours even stupider, K_Dubb.
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RIP fam
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9ejXv5Er6M
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I'm listening to your new AzzCast, now. You mention that I think "Ell Bee" might be brig. Actually, there is an "LB" who could be brig, unless "LB" is also "Ell Bee," "Ell Bee" in not brig. Someone posted a video a while back with Ell Bee's voice and she doesn't sound anything like brig.
That being said, it's just much ado-doo about nothing. ;) ;D
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Have a loving and blessed night to everyone on this Forum. Love you all. ;) ;D :-*
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I'm listening to your new AzzCast, now. You mention that I think "Ell Bee" might be brig. Actually, there is an "LB" who could be brig, unless "LB" is also "Ell Bee," "Ell Bee" in not brig. Someone posted a video a while back with Ell Bee's voice and she doesn't sound anything like brig.
While the Lilith-Brig angle proved to be false, the intel surrounding this mysterious individual has come to fruition in other ways.
The Frog King informed me that this chick spic is DVR's "internet girlfriend." Pathetic, as was to be expected.
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While the Lilith-Brig angle proved to be false, the intel surrounding this mysterious individual has come to fruition in other ways.
The Frog King informed me that this chick spic is DVR's "internet girlfriend." Pathetic, as was to be expected.
Oh, why am I not surprised? LOL! ;D ;)
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Dear 🐰 thank you for the excellent rhyming suggestions, I especially like “foreign” which would work perfectly if the next line began with a j sound so it all kind of smooshes together.
MV is absolutely correct, I am very smol and shy as you know from when I called papi on his show, I was so scared! That is why I took up the accordion, to give me some self-confidence. I think it’s working! 💪🏻🪗
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Dear 🐰 thank you for the excellent rhyming suggestions, I especially like “foreign” which would work perfectly if the next line began with a j sound so it all kind of smooshes together.
MV is absolutely correct, I am very smol and shy as you know from when I called papi on his show, I was so scared! That is why I took up the accordion, to give me some self-confidence. I think it’s working! 💪🏻🪗
You may have something there.
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I'm listening to your new AzzCast, now. You mention that I think "Ell Bee" might be brig. Actually, there is an "LB" who could be brig, unless "LB" is also "Ell Bee," "Ell Bee" in not brig. Someone posted a video a while back with Ell Bee's voice and she doesn't sound anything like brig.
That being said, it's just much ado-doo about nothing. ;) ;D
These Federal firearm charges are specious and wholly without merit. I expect to be fully exonerated in due course of time. I don't think a syringe counts as “a weapon” unless it has an actual spiked tip with actual curare in it, but I suppose that will be up to various & sundry courts–martial to decide. In the meantime, as a pacifist, I really don't need to be strapped when I go out to downtown to get groceries, pornography & paint thinner, so... I should be fine.
Thanks for asking.
The only counter to pacifism is to surrender.
CQNFESS.
If you have never had sex while the dulcet tones of Whitley Streiber are playing in the background, I highly recommend it—the latest AzzCast and its ticket to the ride are the pleasure–packed dominator combo She made me turn it off when Azzerae began to speak, though.
She said it was “Company policy,” but I think she thought
& felt that it ruined the fantasy. Me, I just call them both Richter.
Stay tuned.
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Oh no. Bad meat attack again?
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(PROT) is definitely not sucking my dick.
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https://youtu.be/ZBmtNzmkQNc
I can tell you're intrigued; you're drooling on my (blank).
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FOIA’s can be expensive and take years to ascertain. Well, that and they can always tell you to go f$&@ yourself. 🤷♂️
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Aaaahhh I killldd bunny 😩🐰 and he was so cute 💔
It's possible that this post has not aged well.
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FOIA’s can be expensive
I'm sure paper and pencil seems extravagant to peasants. Are they even allowed to buy stamps, or do they have to fellate in trade for a sheet? Asking for a friend.
and take years to ascertain.
Pack a lunch. Make mine miso. You can have my noodles and tofu and a urine sample.
Well, that and they can always tell you to go f$&@ yourself. 🤷♂️
I'm counting on it. IN THREE... TWO... ONE... CELIBACY.
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Azz, do you think Lee could be convinced to bust out the candelabra again and join you in a discussion of the state of the world today? Is he still in the US or has he moved to Morocco already? Do they have a vaccine mandate there? If not, I’d be there already. ;)
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Azz, do you think Lee could be convinced to bust out the candelabra again and join you in a discussion of the state of the world today? Is he still in the US or has he moved to Morocco already? Do they have a vaccine mandate there? If not, I’d be there already. ;)
I am in fact fully prepared at any time to fulfill my obligation and stated desire to co-Gab-host and I will be more than happy to fully apologize and/or explain the circumstances in great measure and at an equal length: what happened, why it happened that way, The Whole Shebang, at least as much as she or the bank and or the bank that I remember remember. It wasn’t just an advertant example, there was a strategic maneuver replay.
Yeah. I know, right? I don’t even the show notes. This is my actual life, people. Just imagine it. Every day, every day exactly like the one that came up for it, except my days are filled with shit like this instead of dishes in the laundry. I am one fucking blessed man, I am beyond lucky to be in the position that I’m in, absolutely enjoying every moment of it, oh, sure, the lack of privacy is a little annoying, but did that actually works well in my plans because I actually don’t really know any other way they could possibly either get the attention or a transitional he successfully transmitter appropriately crafted in detail apology to one Bailey Jane Davidson, Christ knows where she says she is but I haven’t talked her in years, and do you know what? I bet some of ewe are pretty fucking happy about that. (It’s actually wrong with you people, why can’t people have enjoyable dives with each other, like comfortable camaraderie and down-home bonhomie, like what what is this why is it in short supply, why do I have to share my good times with myself and never? Oh because we’re gingers we have sores are OK that makes sense. That makes sense about Bailey, if she were ginger because she was quite waivers, clearly died her hair and was skittish around crowds in new people and strange effects in her immediate enrichment environment.
There’s a secret war going on, don’t worry about it but he gets in the way sometimes. ;)
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Azz, do you think Lee could be convinced to bust out the candelabra again and join you in a discussion of the state of the world today?
Our arrangement is that he reaches out when he's ready to do a show. I haven't heard from him in a while, though-- but I'm sure he and I will do a show at some point in the future.
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I am in fact fully prepared at any time
Are you me, or something?
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Is [Lee] still in the US or has he moved to Morocco already?
I wasn't aware of his plans to move abroad.
He may have said something about that at some point and I forgot about it.
Do they have a vaccine mandate there?
I don't know...
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Yeah. I know, right? I don’t even the show notes. This is my actual life, people. Just imagine it. Every day, every day exactly like the one that came up for it, except my days are filled with shit like this instead of dishes in the laundry. I am one fucking blessed man, I am beyond lucky to be in the position that I’m in, absolutely enjoying every moment of it, oh, sure, the lack of privacy is a little annoying, but did that actually works well in my plans because I actually don’t really know any other way they could possibly either get the attention or a transitional he successfully transmitter appropriately crafted in detail apology to one Bailey Jane Davidson, Christ knows where she says she is but I haven’t talked her in years, and do you know what? I bet some of ewe are pretty fucking happy about that. (It’s actually wrong with you people, why can’t people have enjoyable dives with each other, like comfortable camaraderie and down-home bonhomie, like what what is this why is it in short supply, why do I have to share my good times with myself and never? Oh because we’re gingers we have sores are OK that makes sense. That makes sense about Bailey, if she were ginger because she was quite waivers, clearly died her hair and was skittish around crowds in new people and strange effects in her immediate enrichment environment.
There’s a secret war going on, don’t worry about it but he gets in the way sometimes. ;)
Your loosening of that last nut of sanity is having some of us concerned.
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Your loosening of that last nut of sanity is having some of us concerned.
He's exhibiting symptoms of mania, in my opinion.
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He's exhibiting symptoms of mania, in my opinion.
Shhh. I read about it in a book. I'm trying to remember how it goes.
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This is what psychosis looks like.
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some of us concerned.
Here is the concern:
You know your names. I don't know your names.
SAY MY NAME. See? That's an option.
Now, in the equivalent inverse: My mind has to do something else. Failing to recognize this when examining my behavior is probably going to lead one in the wrong direction. And, it has.
Hey, can any of you spare $333? I need to buy a new array of condensing triangulating microphones and a cigarette. Yeah, I just mailed them to the same address; that's fine.
But I need that cigarette. *pulls hair out* ANSWER ME!
ARE YOU BEGINNING TO GET THE PICTURE? (Please don't ask Kenneth for any more frequencies. Just look at him: is he not the very model of the modern broken man? The dude could use a rest, ever since Michael Stipe dOXXED him it's been a non-stop flight INTO THE MADNESS.)
TAG. YOU ARE IT.
RUN.
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This is what psychosis looks like.
Do you remember, “these people are stupid?” They meant this one. This fuckin’ Puny, I swear to Christ. Come on, Man. How in the name of God's green Earth are you going to keep a straight face through all this? What are you, some kind of CPU? I heard your mother runs with silicon.
But claims diamond. Her circuits are going to get so hot! GTFO!!!
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Your loosening of that last nut of sanity
Trust me, Kid: I got a whole bag of bolts right here, and there's another full bag of them in the Millennium Falcon. (Yeah, don't even bother looking. Wink.)
Our arrangement is that he reaches out when he's ready to do a show. I haven't heard from him in a while, though-- but I'm sure he and I will do a show at some point in the future.
My arrangement is is that I hide behind a bush, wait for him to land, and then when he steps even one foot onto the ground— that's when I jump out; beat the T.A.R.P. out of him; Take his lunch money; ALL HIS LUNCH; and That's when The show really sTarTs.
Act one, Scene one: Everybody watches David eat an unlabeled lunch. That's it. That's the whole show. I'm done. You can follow me into the shower if you want.
You won't have to bring any lunch money.
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is is
Found. We outta here, Aces
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Aces
YOU WILL NOT PHIND THEM.
TOODLEZ!
Q
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Act one, Scene one: Everybody watches David eat an unlabeled lunch. That's it. That's the whole show. I'm done. You can follow me into the shower if you want.
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David
Metivier or Rubini?
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Metivier or Rubini?
Heh. You never met the real one either did you? That's adorable.
Let me make this clear: My friend is David, King of (The Blank). Yes, that's right: The real f****** man. (Trust me, he's cool. I mean really cool. Kind of shy. Go figure.) I don't know who the f*** you people have been talking to, but he sounds like a real bigoted prejudiced criminal dickbag vigilante who flies by wire at night. Somebody put out a BOLO, cross your fingers, and wait.
Maybe you'll get lucky.
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Let me make this clear: My friend is David, King of (The Blank). Yes, that's right: The real f****** man.
Rubini undoubtedly gritting his pants & shitting his teeth as he endures being read into yet another undesirable read-in… first time for him, I’d wager. Welcome, fothermucker… to The Next Level.
Try to be nice to him, in spite of what you think you know. Compassion, the other cheek, all that jibber-jabber. It’s the Christian thing to do.
Upgrade: WITNESSED. /q
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Rubini undoubtedly gritting his pants & shitting his teeth as he endures being read into yet another undesirable read-in… first time for him, I’d wager. Welcome, fothermucker… to The Next Level.
Try to be nice to him, in spite of what you think you know. Compassion, the other cheek, all that jibber-jabber. It’s the Christian thing to do.
Upgrade: WITNESSED. /q
There, there, little guy. No need to get huffy and puffy.
We won't bring the hammer down just yet. So sensitive.
(https://i.postimg.cc/jqn4GJKH/bloated-toad.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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We won't bring the hammer down just yet. So sensitive.
I AM THE HAMMER, MORTAL.
FLYX.
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FLYX.
ELEX.
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https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1439595265569271817
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I have to listen to this on my cans. FML
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I like the new bumpers. I can tell you put a lot of time into them, and cared about the ultimate result it would have on the work.
That kind of dedication is rare to see in action—but growing & becoming more common from you. Kudos.
Also, Grapefruit told me she was going to cancel her subscription, and I thought she was just joking; so I told her that I thought she already had, and told her to go f*** herself. Pillow talk to die for, I'm tellin’ ya.
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I have to listen to this on my cans. FML
Looks like the feeling is mutual.
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Looks like the feeling is mutual.
Appearances can be deceiving. It's complicated; I wouldn't expect a coherent beam of light, like yourself, to understand.
Nor would I ask that of ewe.
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...ewe.
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Wait a minute, we can't both be rabbis, can we? What's up with the FOUR EARS? I'm not even Jewish! My father lost my foreskin in a black ops poker tournament!! I don't think this comic strip is wholly authentic.
It's time to start talking refund.
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Wait a minute, we can't both be rabbis, can we? What's up with the FOUR EARS? I'm not even Jewish! My father lost my foreskin in a black ops poker tournament!! I don't think this comic strip is wholly authentic.
It's time to start talking refund.
Heresy or Hennessey, Narcutical
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Interesting soundscape. Looking forward to a Jack ⭐ collaboration.
Rubini however is only a wannabe Boomer at best. He might love to be thought of as a Boomer. He might fantasize having been a Boomer. But he is strictly Generation X.
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Interesting soundscape. Looking forward to a Jack ⭐ collaboration.
Rubini however is only a wannabe Boomer at best. He might love to be thought of as a Boomer. He might fantasize having been a Boomer. But he is strictly Generation X.
That’s my friend’s friend’s second cousin twice-removed tulpa you’re talking about. I don’t collaborate with the help.
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Who is the woman with the sexy voice introducing the show?
She sounds somewhat like ...
https://youtu.be/g5eS7WTDkJQ
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Who is the woman with the sexy voice introducing the show?
A show w****.
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A show w****.
Craving details if you have a moment of time and sympathy.
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Craving details
I'm not at liberty to say, but I can tell you, that I'm vaping blue raspberry cotton candy with a hint of puckering sour in the shitter right now, I am not a danger to myself or others, and my last conscious memory before waking up to The Jacksignal about 15 minutes ago, was me getting laid like the badass rockstar that I truly am, and then falling asleep in a bliss of ecstasy with my ears still vibrating from a screaming, bell-ringing (blank).
I think I can say all that. And she was breathing, the last time I checked; life doesn't get much better than this.
I have four AzzCasts to catch up with. My finger is no longer on the pulse of what passesr for the heartbeat of this odious machine.
VICTORY: JACKSTAR. Come, join me in The Winners’ Circle, the weed here is killer.
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I'm not at liberty to say, but I can tell you, that I'm vaping blue raspberry cotton candy with a hint of puckering sour in the shitter right now, I am not a danger to myself or others, and my last conscious memory before waking up to The Jacksignal about 15 minutes ago, was me getting laid like the badass rockstar that I truly am, and then falling asleep in a bliss of ecstasy with my ears still vibrating from a screaming, bell-ringing (blank).
I think I can say all that. And she was breathing, the last time I checked; life doesn't get much better than this.
I have four AzzCasts to catch up with. My finger is no longer on the pulse of what passesr for the heartbeat of this odious machine.
VICTORY: JACKSTAR. Come, join me in The Winners’ Circle, the weed here is killer.
The Jacksignal!
(https://i.postimg.cc/zBzhkXtp/Jack-Splat.png) (https://postimages.org/)
That blue cotton candy haze has a way of making one want to ____.
(https://i.postimg.cc/9F6qnBgD/ZC.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/LnVXqjpS)
a. Gasp
b. Puke
c. Hallucinate
d. Clench
e. Cry like a baby
f. Follow the first rules of potty training
g. Wipe oneself for once
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Who is the woman with the sexy voice introducing the show?
She goes by 'Google UK English Female,' off Voice Generator dot IO.
Too far behind the curtain?!
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She goes by 'Google UK English Female,' off Voice Generator dot IO.
Too far behind the curtain?!
Ahh ... I thought for a moment she sounded like Dynamo Hum.
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Ahh ... I thought for a moment she sounded like Dynamo Hum.
Hey! That's a good idea.
I'm pretty stoked that it sounded somewhat convincing.
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Azz, you should reach out to Doug Tennapel and YoungRippa59. You may not share their politics but the one thing I think you do have in common with them is that you are all free speech enthusiasts. Anyway, I dropped a vid by YoungRippa59 here earlier where he talks about forming a new company to compete with the DC/Marvel propagandist woke universe. I think he’s right. If a new company starts putting out real talent to compete with this shit you would drive them into the ground and that would be a good thing. Change is good. ;)
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Sorry for the double but here, for your convenience, is the rant in question:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tDn_tJX14U
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Too far behind the curtain?!
Just write.
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Ten minutes in, and you’ve gotten an audible chuckle, & I haven't gotten anything thrown at me yet.
I don't even need this pile of weed I'm sitting on, this is genuinely funny. Cudoz.
Yeah, you got that rite. .o7
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Damn the (blanks);
FULL LIGHTNING SPEED
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Damn the (blanks);
(https://w1nnersclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/Gong-Show-Popsicle-Twins.jpg)
You made it about an hour and a half. Cudzos.
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@21:40
#Official
You're gonna need another, more subtle euphemism. I'm currently locked out of my house, because I left with two phones, but they're the wrong two phones, and now I'm holding a ravenbar (it's much bigger than a crowbar) and a Bowie knife—still sheathed, praise Jesus—and let me tell you, I should have grabbed my keys before going out for smokes. Oops. I was in a rush. Why don't I have a spare key stashed outside?
1. Who says I don't?
2. That would be a security risk.
3. “I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.” *click*
It's just like the end credits for The Flintstones, except instead of screaming “Wilma” and being barefoot I'm wearing boots, and I'm not screaming anything at all.
There's a cat here. I have no wish to alarm her. More after the break.
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More after the break.
https://youtu.be/dI3SUmc58Ts
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I’m about to be horribly embarrassed, because instead of obsessively listening to Azzerae‘s podcasts over and over, and I am like nine episodes behind, instead, I went out in public and made a new friend.
There’s a lot to unpack there, obviously, but let me assure you, I am in no way less embarrassed about any part of it than I am of any other. Look, I’m not gonna make any excuses: I’ve got a wild, wild life. As well as actual wildlife.
And all of you little bitches out there have a g-ddam right to be totes jelly. DEAL WITH IT
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I’m about to be horribly embarrassed, because instead of obsessively listening to Azzerae‘s podcasts over and over, and I am like nine episodes behind, instead, I went out in public and made a new friend.
There’s a lot to unpack there, obviously, but let me assure you, I am in no way less embarrassed about any part of it than I am of any other. Look, I’m not gonna make any excuses: I’ve got a wild, wild life. As well as actual wildlife.
And all of you little bitches out there have a g-ddam right to be totes jelly. DEAL WITH IT
(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/CreativeTepidKouprey-max-1mb.gif)
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I think someone got a little bit rambunctious, and someone else has to do some editing, because I’m cool. Are you cool? I guess not because I haven’t gotten any fucking emails today—yet.
BUT I FUCKING WELL FUCKING WILL, now… won’t I? Now if you shall excuse me, I’m gonna go trot back into my pocket universe, slam the door, and start playing ordering a shitload of those nine-inch nails off of Amazon.
UNDER HENRY CONSTRUCTION AT FULL FUCKING PUMP UP THE VOLUME—DANCE DANCE
(And with that, a flight of banshees takes the last plate of freshly-baked cookies and screeches, shrieks, and flaps their little flappycopters all the way back Home. Have fun storming The Castle!
Because… it took a miracle.) Please laugh, you diseased little shit.
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it took a miracle.) Please
https://voca.ro/16cBvLwoDDNn
you diseased little shit.
My nibba squids be a lil’ bit salty right ‘bout now. I’m not gonna lie.
Fuck ‘em.
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a lil’ bit salty right ‘bout now. I’m not gonna lie.
For my own part… I’m a lil’ bit country, and a whole lotta (NOUN/AQUATIC_LIFEFORM_BODY_PART)-y.
Fuck ‘em.
Spot the typo, Toots Teats.
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https://voca.ro/124oDHL5DfEH
(Note: Al Taylor is not fatter than (PROT).)
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I think someone got a little bit rambunctious, and someone else has to do some editing, because I’m cool. Are you cool? I guess not because I haven’t gotten any fucking emails today—yet.
BUT I FUCKING WELL FUCKING WILL, now… won’t I? Now if you shall excuse me, I’m gonna go trot back into my pocket universe, slam the door, and start playing ordering a shitload of those nine-inch nails off of Amazon.
UNDER HENRY CONSTRUCTION AT FULL FUCKING PUMP UP THE VOLUME—DANCE DANCE
(And with that, a flight of banshees takes the last plate of freshly-baked cookies and screeches, shrieks, and flaps their little flappycopters all the way back Home. Have fun storming The Castle!
Because… it took a miracle.) Please laugh, you diseased little shit.
I’ll just lay here and think about Tiffany while masturbating if that’s fine with you. Check my Instagram for more!
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Rubini however is only a wannabe Boomer at best. He might love to be thought of as a Boomer. He might fantasize having been a Boomer. But he is strictly Generation X.
It’s Time to Accept That Millennials and Gen Z Are the Same Generation
Though discourse in 2021 tried to deepen the distinctions, it’s clear that young people today are forged from the same digital monoculture.
https://www.theringer.com/year-in-review/2021/12/31/22860610/millennials-zoomers-gen-z-same-generation-olivia-rodrigo
What? Rubini is the same as a millennial now? Good frickin' grief.
Actually, it does make some sense.
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https://youtu.be/ltK3blzIFlc
What? Rubini is the same as a millennial now? Good frickin' grief.
Actually, it does make some sense.
Unexpected abnormal situation detected.
Hyper—fascinating.
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https://youtu.be/NtUlLZyH4Og
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Jonice Webb Ph.D.
Childhood Emotional Neglect
10 Signs of Emotional Neglect in Your Relationship
Emotional neglect can be hard to identify. Here's how to spot and remedy it.
Posted January 9, 2022
Reviewed by Kaja Perina (note to self: find a girl named “Kaja” and hit her immediately. Hot.)
KEY POINTS
The key to emotional connection in a marriage is responding to each other's emotional needs.
Even though it's hard to see and recognize, emotional neglect in a marriage causes real pain.
Emotional connection is not a thing that you either have or don't have; it's an action that you can take.
By kieferpix/Adobe Stock Images
Source: By kieferpix/Adobe Stock Images
Emotional neglect in a relationship is the absence of enough emotional awareness and response. It may be invisible to everyone, even the couple themselves, yet it's painful. Both partners are hurt by what is not there.
In a now-classic 2004 study, researcher John Gottman, Ph.D. found that the difference between couples that thrive and those that divorce is the frequency with which couples meet each other’s requests for emotional connection.
article continues after advertisement
When it comes to relationships, feelings provide the connection, the warmth, the fire, and the glue. It is vital that couples reach out and respond to each other emotionally.
So what happens if you or your partner simply isn’t capable of requesting or responding?
And, beyond that, what if it’s no one’s fault?
The Emotionally Neglectful Relationship
If I had to describe an emotionally neglectful marriage in one word, it would probably be, “lonely.”
It’s as if you have someone right beside you, yet they are a thousand miles away emotionally. You can see them but you can’t feel their presence. You can talk to them but you can’t talk the way you want to talk. You are with them, but you feel alone.
It’s almost as if there is a wall between you blocking you from them, and them from you. A wall you can see through, but you can’t get through. That wall is made up of emotional neglect.
How Childhood Emotional Neglect Creeps Into a Marriage
Actually, it doesn’t exactly creep in. Instead, it strides through the back door, silently and stealthily undermining the communication, the connection, the compassion, and the warmth in your relationship.
article continues after advertisement
Usually, emotional neglect is brought into the marriage through the childhood of one or both of the partners.
When one or both partners comes from a family that’s not aware of feelings and under-attends to them (childhood emotional neglect), that partner naturally continues that process.
Growing up with emotional neglect makes you blind to your own emotions, the essential ingredient that is absolutely necessary to connect in a real way with your spouse. The “emotion blindness” also extends to your partner. You may have difficulty noticing and responding to their feelings as well. This may result in an emotionally lonely partner.
If you and your partner both brought the emotional blind spot into your relationship, then a somewhat different problem ensues, because neither of you can see what’s missing.
Neither of you may realize what should be happening and what you should be feeling. With no one able to call out the problem, you are in danger of slowly, painfully drifting apart until the growing wall of emotional neglect distorts your vision of each other, and the positive, healthy feelings that brought you together slowly drain away.
The Issue of Blame
In most families, blame has no place when it comes to emotional neglect. No child asks to be emotionally neglected, and most parents have no idea they’re emotionally neglectful. That’s how emotional neglect works. The emotional blind spot transfers silently from one generation to the next.
article continues after advertisement
But, though no one is responsible for the emotional neglect they received, once we are aware of the problem, we are responsible for the emotional neglect we give.
Once we see it in ourselves, we become the change agent. We become responsible for stopping the cycle.
No one says it’s an easy “fix.” But the problem of emotional neglect in a marriage can be resolved. The skills of emotional intimacy and connection are learnable.
10 Signs That Emotional Neglect is Silently Undermining Your Relationship
You and your partner misread each other’s true feelings, actions, thoughts, or intentions very often.
As a couple, you avoid bringing up difficult things so as not to upset the other.
You haven’t figured out how to argue productively.
Your conversations are mostly focused on facts, events, or logistics.
Your spouse is not the first person you want to tell when something great happens or a problem comes up.
If you seek comfort from your spouse they often say the wrong thing.
You don’t feel like you’re a team taking on life together.
You often feel alone when you’re with your partner.
It can be difficult to find something to talk about together.
Positive emotions like love, warmth, or emotional bonding feel awkward or only happen during sex.
So What Now?
By Monkey Business/Adobe Stock Photos
Source: By Monkey Business/Adobe Stock Photos
First, if some of these ten apply to your marriage, consider the possibility that emotional neglect is at work.
Then, remind yourself that blame is unhelpful and unnecessary here.
Now, keeping the Gottman research in mind, think of emotional connection in a new way. Instead of thinking of it as a thing that you either do or don’t have, think of it as an action. A process of give-and-take that you and your partner actively do.
article continues after advertisement
Ask your spouse for emotional support, or to share in a happy, sad, or painful moment. Watch for times when they are requesting an emotional bond with you, and provide it.
Ask – Give – Take. Ask – Give – Take. Each time you do it, you are removing the invisible pain from your marriage. You are healing the emotional neglect, one step at a time.
Finally, instead of being silently hurt by what isn't there, you will be connected and enriched by what you have created together.
© Jonice Webb, Ph.D., who obviously wants to a b**** and doesn't know Jack; or s*** about the MK-ULTRA mind control program.
Whatevs. YAWN. ::)
Found the (blank) and (blank.) Semper Fidelis, wide guy.
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Ask your spouse for emotional support, or to share in a happy, sad, or painful moment. Watch for times when they are requesting an emotional bond with you, and provide it.
My advice: be ready to duck and never, ever, ever stop posting.
And keep a copy of Lysistrata on the back of the toilet so she can have something to wipe her ass with when every single friend she's ever had, suddenly decides to never help her to find any toilet paper. From boom to bust in six short days. Where once was plenty of paper now suddenly mysteriously not. And don't even ask. That was last week.
This week: use your hand and then accuse it of assaulting Uranus.
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Fake nudes.
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Fake nudes.
Stolen nudes.
How did you going to have been to get to be such a f******’ expert anyways?!
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Stolen nudes.
How did you going to have been to get to be such a f******’ expert anyways?!
Huh?! English much? :D
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Huh?! English much? :D
Whut? Dude, J* be smart and stuff. 🥱🤫🤭
#Dumbass
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Whut? Dude, J* be smart and stuff. 🥱🤫🤭
#Dumbass
I wouldn’t even try to parse that sentence but if I did I’d probably give it 25 years to life. ;)
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Whut? Dude, J* be smart and stuff. 🥱🤫🤭
#Dumbass
I honestly thought you'd be happy for me. Blast.
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I honestly thought you'd be happy for me. Blast.
Oh, cum cum now. We're all happy fo u. ;) ;D ::) :-*
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We're all happy fo u.
No one is going to be happy until The Eagle has landed. Landed safely. Exited calmly. You get me there in the back row, Vuddy?
And tell those 777s to stop dumping their jet fuel over my house. It's starting to make the marigolds smell funny. ALLHOSE— *squeal*
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You get me there in the back row, \/\/0ody?
FTFYT
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No one is going to be happy until The Eagle has landed. Landed safely. Exited calmly.
Know... the other Eagle. *SMAK*
(fucking kids today. don't know their history.)
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Find a Therapist (City or Zip)
Jonice Webb Ph.D.
Childhood Emotional Neglect
10 Signs of Emotional Neglect in Your Relationship
Emotional neglect can be hard to identify. Here's how to spot and remedy it.
Posted January 9, 2022
Reviewed by Kaja Perina (note to self: find a girl named “Kaja” and hit her immediately. Hot.)
KEY POINTS
The key to emotional connection in a marriage is responding to each other's emotional needs.
Even though it's hard to see and recognize, emotional neglect in a marriage causes real pain.
Emotional connection is not a thing that you either have or don't have; it's an action that you can take.
By kieferpix/Adobe Stock Images
Source: By kieferpix/Adobe Stock Images
Emotional neglect in a relationship is the absence of enough emotional awareness and response. It may be invisible to everyone, even the couple themselves, yet it's painful. Both partners are hurt by what is not there.
In a now-classic 2004 study, researcher John Gottman, Ph.D. found that the difference between couples that thrive and those that divorce is the frequency with which couples meet each other’s requests for emotional connection.
article continues after advertisement
When it comes to relationships, feelings provide the connection, the warmth, the fire, and the glue. It is vital that couples reach out and respond to each other emotionally.
So what happens if you or your partner simply isn’t capable of requesting or responding?
And, beyond that, what if it’s no one’s fault?
The Emotionally Neglectful Relationship
If I had to describe an emotionally neglectful marriage in one word, it would probably be, “lonely.”
It’s as if you have someone right beside you, yet they are a thousand miles away emotionally. You can see them but you can’t feel their presence. You can talk to them but you can’t talk the way you want to talk. You are with them, but you feel alone.
It’s almost as if there is a wall between you blocking you from them, and them from you. A wall you can see through, but you can’t get through. That wall is made up of emotional neglect.
How Childhood Emotional Neglect Creeps Into a Marriage
Actually, it doesn’t exactly creep in. Instead, it strides through the back door, silently and stealthily undermining the communication, the connection, the compassion, and the warmth in your relationship.
article continues after advertisement
Usually, emotional neglect is brought into the marriage through the childhood of one or both of the partners.
When one or both partners comes from a family that’s not aware of feelings and under-attends to them (childhood emotional neglect), that partner naturally continues that process.
Growing up with emotional neglect makes you blind to your own emotions, the essential ingredient that is absolutely necessary to connect in a real way with your spouse. The “emotion blindness” also extends to your partner. You may have difficulty noticing and responding to their feelings as well. This may result in an emotionally lonely partner.
If you and your partner both brought the emotional blind spot into your relationship, then a somewhat different problem ensues, because neither of you can see what’s missing.
Neither of you may realize what should be happening and what you should be feeling. With no one able to call out the problem, you are in danger of slowly, painfully drifting apart until the growing wall of emotional neglect distorts your vision of each other, and the positive, healthy feelings that brought you together slowly drain away.
The Issue of Blame
In most families, blame has no place when it comes to emotional neglect. No child asks to be emotionally neglected, and most parents have no idea they’re emotionally neglectful. That’s how emotional neglect works. The emotional blind spot transfers silently from one generation to the next.
article continues after advertisement
But, though no one is responsible for the emotional neglect they received, once we are aware of the problem, we are responsible for the emotional neglect we give.
Once we see it in ourselves, we become the change agent. We become responsible for stopping the cycle.
No one says it’s an easy “fix.” But the problem of emotional neglect in a marriage can be resolved. The skills of emotional intimacy and connection are learnable.
10 Signs That Emotional Neglect is Silently Undermining Your Relationship
You and your partner misread each other’s true feelings, actions, thoughts, or intentions very often.
As a couple, you avoid bringing up difficult things so as not to upset the other.
You haven’t figured out how to argue productively.
Your conversations are mostly focused on facts, events, or logistics.
Your spouse is not the first person you want to tell when something great happens or a problem comes up.
If you seek comfort from your spouse they often say the wrong thing.
You don’t feel like you’re a team taking on life together.
You often feel alone when you’re with your partner.
It can be difficult to find something to talk about together.
Positive emotions like love, warmth, or emotional bonding feel awkward or only happen during sex.
So What Now?
By Monkey Business/Adobe Stock Photos
Source: By Monkey Business/Adobe Stock Photos
First, if some of these ten apply to your marriage, consider the possibility that emotional neglect is at work.
Then, remind yourself that blame is unhelpful and unnecessary here.
Now, keeping the Gottman research in mind, think of emotional connection in a new way. Instead of thinking of it as a thing that you either do or don’t have, think of it as an action. A process of give-and-take that you and your partner actively do.
article continues after advertisement
Ask your spouse for emotional support, or to share in a happy, sad, or painful moment. Watch for times when they are requesting an emotional bond with you, and provide it.
Ask – Give – Take. Ask – Give – Take. Each time you do it, you are removing the invisible pain from your marriage. You are healing the emotional neglect, one step at a time.
Finally, instead of being silently hurt by what isn't there, you will be connected and enriched by what you have created together.
© Jonice Webb, Ph.D., who obviously wants to a b**** and doesn't know Jack; or s*** about the MK-ULTRA mind control program.
Found the (blank) and (blank.) Semper Fidelis, wide guy.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)
Believe me: I've done all that I can.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
Laugh it up, Fuzzball.
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1,2,3,4...
(https://t4.ftcdn.net/jpg/03/67/37/51/360_F_367375171_GuPbNOVsyF2jQNhNu4OoCL5gaYt2XJye.jpg)
JSAK!
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(fucking kids today. don't know their history.)
A man has to have some vices. Come on, {PROPER_NOUN: common_British_formerly_English_name}... What are you now, f*****’ Amish? What, did you... convert? That's a complicated ritual, especially for you; not to mention a lot of work. Especially for you. And the spell components required? Forget about it. Are there even any virgins left?
No, don't bother telling me. And you, and all of all y'all, might want to stay away from Diego Garcia for a while; not only is the place a cesspool, but I heard a rumor...
“They” might have caught a live one. You know what I mean. Stay frosty, Troopers, I really can't say much more than that.. I mean, I could, I guess—at this point, what difference is anything ever going to make to me ever again? boohoo, a-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-boo-hoo—But I've got to make an appointment I just made with Winona Ryder, she's going to teach me some shoplifting tips.
Thanks, Ground Crew. Do you think she likes... cheese? Never mind, if I have to figure it out, I'm not staying for dessert anyway.
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“They” might have caught a live one.
J.S.A.K.: Off-Line.
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J.S.A.K.: Off-Line.
March forth. DO IT. DON'T FLY.
MARCH FOURTH.
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When I "cross over" I'm not gonna get my deposit back on this body. And I'll probably get charged extra for a new one, should I decide to come back. But my decision on that is still up in the air. ;D
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(https://i.imgur.com/BKhk7FE.png)
LISTEN & DOWNLOAD (https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pL08Lb8eqtwKd_QMka4jn32uWVrbvnZu/view?usp=sharing)
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...
Or listen on Soundcloud (https://soundcloud.com/azraamorphine/318-gummy).
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https://youtu.be/AePja1jf52U
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https://youtu.be/AePja1jf52U
Oh, look, another 5 minutes with weak-sauce.
#GAY
#ReallyGay
#BigTimeGay
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Oh, look, another 5 minutes with weak-sauce.
I can add fifty-five minutes of filler if you want. BTW, I found out why your package(s) were returned: it's because you're (blank).
A: Shy.
B: Gay.
C: Shy & Gay.
D: All of the above, except without the ampersand.
E: WE NAMED THE DOG INDIANA, MOTHERFU-- *click*
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I can add fifty-five minutes of filler if you want. BTW, I found out why your package(s) were returned: it's because you're (blank).
A: Shy.
B: Gay.
C: Shy & Gay.
D: All of the above, except without the ampersand.
E: WE NAMED THE DOG INDIANA, MOTHERFU-- *click*
Z: Jackstar’s a Little Bitch Baby Girl Pussy.
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...
#GAY
#ReallyGay
#BigTimeGay
Ewe, furgoat 'ashtagTotesGay.
Don't thank me: thank your recruiter.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
In Memoriam
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;attach=606;type=avatar)
K_Dubb
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TotesGay.
This one is already taken. I'm using it to describe a carrying hook--of my own innovation, not my own invention--so you'll have to yield ground on this one.
Otherwise, I'll have to... well, I'm still working on that point. Nevertheless: taken. Carry on.
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This one is already taken. I'm using it to describe a carrying hook--of my own innovation, not my own invention--so you'll have to yield ground on this one.
Otherwise, I'll have to... well, I'm still working on that point. Nevertheless: taken. Carry on.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Z: Jackstar’s a Little Bitch Baby Girl Pussy.
The rare case, when I am not what I eat: God just made me this way.
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The rare case, when I am not what I eat: God just made me this way.
It must have been on the seventh day.
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It must have been on the seventh day.
Still--today.
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hxxps://youtu.be/AePja1jf52U
"Too late!", she cried.
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https://youtu.be/AePja1jf52U
My heart is actually bursting with love, and my affection for you has returned tenfold.
Something about the way you interacted with that lady, and the clothes you were wearing kinda thawed my heart.
You're hard to be mad at.
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My heart is actually bursting with love, and my affection for you has returned tenfold.
Something about the way you interacted with that lady, and the clothes you were wearing kinda thawed my heart.
You're hard to be mad at.
Dude, suck his dick! 🤢🤮
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Dude, suck his dick! 🤢🤮
LOL
AND ASS TOO
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Dude, suck his dick! 🤢🤮
Rubini was right.
He is a cuddly little guy.
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I can't help it.
Starr taught me how to love again.
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My heart is actually bursting with love, and my affection for you has returned tenfold.
Something about the way you interacted with that lady, and the clothes you were wearing kinda thawed my heart.
You're hard to be mad at.
FUCK YOU AZZ FOR POSTING THAT STUPID VIDEO.
I JUST WASTED 5 MINUTES OF MY LIFE LISTENING TO THAT STUPID JACKASS.
POINT IS, HOW STUPID YOU HAVE TO BE NOT TO BE ABLE TO DISTINGUISH IF THE FUCKING GRASS IS REAL OR FAKE LOOKING AT IT FROM A 5 FOOT DISTANCE.
ON TOP OF IT, THAT RETARD IS ASKING IF THE GRASS IS FAKE OR PLASTIC (FACE PALM)
FAKE OR PLASTIC ?
YOU FUCKING MASSIVE DOLT WITH HUGE HOLES IN YOUR FUCKING BRAIN.
ALSO, THERE IS SO MUCH INSECURITY IN HIS SHAKING VOICE, IT'S FUCKING PATHETIC.
"IS THIS GRASS FAKE OR PLASTIC" -Jackstar 01.Feb.2022
WAY TO START A NEW YEAR, ASKING A VERY LOW IQ QUESTION.
AZZ, MAKE HIS DUMB QUESTION TOP RIGHT AND FUCKING KEEP IT THERE FOR EVAR!!!
ONE OF THE MOST STUPID DUMB IDIOTIC THING A HUMAN EVER SAID IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY.
THO CALLING Jackstar A HUMAN IS A HUGE STRETCH. NEANDERTHAL IS MORE DESCRIPTIVE OF THAT DUMB FUCKFACE.
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I can't help it.
Starr taught me how to love again.
Seems delusional…
I wish y’all happy gay sex together.
#Fag
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FUCK YOU AZZ FOR POSTING THAT STUPID VIDEO.
I didn't post a video.
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Seems delusional…
As a wise man once said, "Love forgives."
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I didn't post a video.
STILL FUCK YOU FOR REPOSTING THAT GARBAGE.
I'M REALLY GENUINELY SURPRISED (AND FUCKING SHOCKED) THAT YOU DIDN'T PICKED UP ON HIS STUPID NEANDERTHAL LIKE COMMENT .
BUT YOU ARE SLOW, SO WHY AM I SURPRISED.
IT TOOK YOU SEVERAL DAYS TO GRASP WHAT Sparkle POSTED.
"IS THIS GRASS FAKE OR PLASTIC" -Jackstar 01.Feb.2022
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As a wise man once said, "Love forgives."
We clearly have conflicting concepts of both love and forgiveness.
#HappyGaySex
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We clearly have conflicting concepts of both love and forgiveness.
#HappyGaySex
BITCH HAS DADDY ISSUES. THAT'S ALL.
AFTER METRON HE'S NOT HIMSELF.
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I'M REALLY GENUINELY SURPRISED (AND FUCKING SHOCKED) THAT YOU DIDN'T PICKED UP ON HIS STUPID NEANDERTHAL LIKE COMMENT .
BUT YOU ARE SLOW, SO WHY AM I SURPRISED.
IT TOOK YOU SEVERAL DAYS TO GRASP WHAT Sparkle POSTED.
YAWN.
Perhaps I choose not to pay attention to insignificant bullshit.
I know it may be hard for you to believe, but there's like, a real world beyond your mom's rent free, semen stained basement.
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#HappyGaySex
::)
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YAWN.
Perhaps I choose not to pay attention to insignificant bullshit.
I know it may be hard for you to believe, but there's like, a real world beyond your mom's rent free, semen stained basement.
STOP PROJECTING YOUR LIVING CONDITIONS ON OTHERS PLEASE.
BTW, I WAS NOT AWARE THAT MUD HUTS HAVE BASEMENTS.
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STOP PROJECTING YOUR LIVING CONDITIONS ON OTHERS PLEASE.
I'm happy to report that the mirror upgrade to my psychokinetic shielding is still unable to be disabled. Sorry; you'll just have to deal with the consequences of your own actions much faster and at a 37X multiplier.
You can handle it, Stud.
BTW, I WAS NOT AWARE THAT MUD HUTS HAVE BASEMENTS.
Dude, I'm not going to lie: there's a lot you're not aware of. Semper fi
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I'm happy to report that the mirror upgrade to my psychokinetic shielding is still unable to be disabled. Sorry; you'll just have to deal with the consequences of your own actions much faster and at a 37X multiplier.
You can handle it, Stud.
Dude, I'm not going to lie: there's a lot you're not aware of. Semper fi
I'M VERY WELL AWARE OF THIS THO...THAT YOU'RE A VERY DUMB.
EXAMPLE BELOW.
"IS THIS GRASS FAKE OR PLASTIC" -Jackstar 01.Feb.2022
PRIME EXAMPLE OF STUPID LOW IQ NEANDERTHAL LIKE COMMENT MADE BY Jackstar.
Jackstar IS LAME AND BORING. VERBAL COHERENCY IS NOT HIS FORTE.
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I'M VERY WELL AWARE
Preach it.
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https://youtu.be/AePja1jf52U
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5h0qHwNrHk
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Preach it.
STOP BEGGING FOR ATTENTION, LOW IQ NEANDERTHAL DOLT.
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This style of posting really seems more ZaZa than Rubini to me. Either way I just can’t tolerate all caps all the time. One more on ignore. ;)
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This guitar tone is like nails on a chalk board, why did they do this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dy41wKWvL74
it was probably best tbh
(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/59/9d/7e/599d7e4517752300de02b3dc2f84df90.jpg)
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LOOKS LIKE THERE ARE SOME SNOWFLAKES HERE
POOR WEAKLINGS!
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This style of posting really seems more ZaZa than Rubini to me. Either way I just can’t tolerate all caps all the time. One more on ignore. ;)
;) ;D
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IMAGINE HAVING A SON WHO IS A FAGGOT
AND THAT FAGGOT SON HAS A FAGGOT BOYFRIEND-HUSBAND
AND THAT FAGGOT BOYFRIEND-HUSBAND IS FUCKING YOUR SON IN HIS ASS
TILL HE BLEEDS AND SCREAMS FROM PAIN
AND YOU AS A MOTHER KNOW THIS AND APPROVE OF THIS.
WHAT A WORTHLESS LIFE TO LIVE.
ABSOLUTE FAILURE AS A MOTHER.
VERY DISGUSTING.
;) ;D
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IF YOUR FAGGOT SON EVER KISSED YOU,
LET'S SAY ON YOUR BIRTHDAY OR A MOTHER'S DAY
DID YOU EVER CONSIDERED THAT HIS LIPS THAT HE KISSED YOU WITH
HAD HIS FAGGOT BOYFRIEND-HUSBAND COCK IN HIS MOUTH FULL OF HIS SEMEN
AND NOW HE IS KISSING YOU WITH THOSE LIPS.
PERHAPS YOU EVEN SMELLED BIT OF THAT SEMEN ON HIS MOUTH, BUT YOU SAID NOTHING.
DISGUSTING. VERY DISGUSTING.
;) :D
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DEAR SWEET AZZ
I FEEL VERY GENEROUS TONIGHT
AND WOULD LIKE TO RIP YOU A NEW ONE.
PLEASE USE YOUR ARTISTIC TALENTS AND MAKE A DRAWING OF YOU BEING BEND OVER AND ME RIPING YOU A NEW ONE
GO WILD BABY, USE LOTS OF COLORS AND BLOOD, LOTS OF BLOOD, GUSHING FROM YOUR ASS
YOU LOVE BLOOD BABY, DON'T YOU
DID YOU EVER TASTED BLOOD, (I DON'T MEAN YOUR OWN MENSTRUAL BLOOD)
BUT A BLOOD OF ANOTHER PERSON
YOU MADE A DRAWING FOR LEE, SO PLEASE MAKE ONE FOR ME TOO
I'M INTEGRAL PART OF YOUR MISERABLE LIFE NOW
SO MIGHT AS WELL MAKE A DRAWING FOR ME TOO, BABBY
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I'M RUNING LOW ON BLOW
MIGHT HAVE TO LOGOUT SOON
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GREAT NEWS EVERYBODY
I JUST GOT ANOTHER 8-BALL
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AZZI,
IF YOU WERE HERE WITH ME I WOULD LET YOU
TO DIP YOUR SNOUT INTO THIS PILE OF 8-BALL HARINA
THIS SHIT IS UNREAL, BABBY
PURE LIKE TEARS OF AN ANGEL
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This style of posting really seems more ZaZa than Rubini to me. Either way I just can’t tolerate all caps all the time. One more on ignore. ;)
(https://i.postimg.cc/wjstjLyC/zsa-zsa.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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AZZI, AZZI AZZI AZZI
WHERE ARE YOU BABBY
YOU KNOW AZZI, THAT HOMO-PEDO K_Dubb CALLED YOU A -RABBIT- OR SOME OTHER SEX TOY SHIT
O NO, IT WAS A BUNNY, YES THAT FAGGOT-PEDO CALLED YOU A BUNNY.
BUT FUCK, YOU AIN'T NO BUNNY
BUNNIES ARE FAST, THEY RUN FAST, AND FUCK FAST
YOU'RE SLOW, LIKE MOLASES
I'M GOIN' TO CALL YOU A PUMPKIN, SWEET PUMPKIN.
HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, BITCH
YES, PUMPKIN SUITS YOU MUCH BETTER. FUCK K_Dubb FAGGOT-PEDO AND THAT BUNNY SHIT.
BESIDES, K_Dubb IS DEAD NOW, SO FUCK HIM AND LET'S TAKE A DUMP ON HIS FAGGOTY GRAVE.
SOMETIMES I WILL CALL YOU A SWEET PUMPKIN.
BUT YOU HAVE TO BE NICE TO ME, OTHERWISE I WILL CALL YOU A PUMPKIN ASS.
I BET YOUR ASS LOOKS LIKE A HUGE PUMKIN
AND YOUR ASS CRACK MUST LOOK LIKE A BACK ALLEY IN JOHANNESBURG'S Hillbrow HOOD
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LOL, SORRY AZZI
AFTER TAKING FEW LINES OF THAT PURE "HARINA" I JUST REALIZED
THAT THE CARVED OUT HOLE IN THE PUMPKIN IN THAT PICTURE
MIGHT NOT BE A "REPLICA" OF YOUR OPEN MOUTH, BUT RATHER THAT OF YOUR ANUS.
AMAZING.
SCARY.
AND SAD.
WHAT'S THE MILAGE ONIT?
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PUMPKIN, PUMPKIN
PUMPKIN!!!
PUT YOUR SNOUT CLOSE TO THE SCREEN
I'M HOLDING A BIG FAT LINE FOR YA'
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SOUR BITCH,
I MEAN
SWEET PUMPKIN,
GET YOUR WHALE ASS HERE,
IT'S 8 AM IN THAT SHITHOLE OF YOURS NOW
TIME TO WAKE UP DICK PRINCESS
I'M FLYING HERE SOLO PUTTING LINES AWAY FOR YOU WILLING TO SHARE.
(Jackstar) EAT YOUR HEART OUT YUO' NEANDERTHAL DOLT.
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SWEET PUMPKIN,
ARE YOU SAFE THERE?
SHIT LOOKS BAD IT SEEMS.
IF NOT, MOVE HERE TO TEXAS.
YOU CAN STAY IN MY BASEMENT.
I CAN PUT BUCKETS OF DIRT ON THE FLOOR
SO YOU CAN FEEL LIKE IN YOUR FAMILY MUD HUT
IF YOU DECLINE MY OFFER THEN I WILL TELL MY LAWYER
TO PUT YOUR NAME AND YOUR MUG ON THE "ENEMY OF AMERICA" LIST.
AND WE CAN TRAVEL TO SEATTLE, TO TAKE A PISS AND SHIT ON THAT HOMO-PEDO K_Dubb's GRAVE.
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IT'S 9 AM IN THAT SHITHOLE OF YOURS NOW.
TIME TO WAKE UP DICK PRINCESS
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SWEET PUMPKIN,
ARE YOU SAFE THERE?
SHIT LOOKS BAD IT SEEMS.
IF NOT, MOVE HERE TO TEXAS.
YOU CAN STAY IN MY BASEMENT.
I CAN PUT BUCKETS OF DIRT ON THE FLOOR
SO YOU CAN FEEL LIKE IN YOUR FAMILY MUD HUT
IF YOU DECLINE MY OFFER THEN I WILL TELL MY LAWYER
TO PUT YOUR NAME AND YOUR MUG ON THE "ENEMY OF AMERICA" LIST.
AND WE CAN TRAVEL TO SEATTLE, TO TAKE A PISS AND SHIT ON THAT HOMO-PEDO K_Dubb's GRAVE.
As tempting as that sounds, I think I'll pass.
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IT'S 9 AM IN THAT SHITHOLE OF YOURS NOW.
TIME TO WAKE UP DICK PRINCESS
You demand my undivided attention after years of witholding your presence.
Seems legit.
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You demand my undivided attention after years of witholding your presence.
Seems legit.
DON'T PLAY HARD TO GET, PUMPKIN
OR I WILL TELL YOU THOSE TWO FAMOUS MAGIC WORDS AGAIN
AND YOU WILL BE CRYING LEFT AND RIGHT.
EVEN LEE FINALLY PEED ON YOU, SO YOU DON'T HAVE TOO MANY OPTIONS HERE.
EVEN JUNKY Jackstar DUMPED YOU AND DECIDED TO HAVE ANAL SEX WITH A HOBO INSIDE OF A DUMPSTER IN SEATTLE.
CONSIDER ME AS YOUR SAVIOR, A MESSIAH IF YOU WILL
YOU FOOL
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FUCKING CHICKEN, WHERE DID YOU GO
HOW LONG IT TAKES YOU TO CHANGE A FUCKING TAMPON, BITCH
COME BACK HERE, I WANT TO MOLEST YOU
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EVEN LEE FINALLY PEED ON YOU
Patently untrue.
::)
But, carrion.
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=3.0;attach=822;image)
#CLASSIC
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HOW LONG IT TAKES YOU TO CHANGE A FUCKING TAMPON, BITCH
What's it like to be a man who mestruates?
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What's it like to be a man who mestruates menstruates?
YOU TELL ME.
YOU'RE DOING THAT EVERY MONTH, SO SHARE THE EXPERIENCES, PLEASE.
WHEN Jackass WAKES UP AFTER HOBO FUCKS HIM IN HIS ASS IN THE DUMPSTER, HE WILL GIVE YOU MEGA SHIT FOR YOUR SPELLING, MENSTRUBLOODY BITCH
menstruates
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BITCH,
YOU WANNA LINE OR NOT
I'M SAVING SOME FOR YA'
PUT YOUR SNOUT TO THE SCREEN AND I GIVE SOME
AFTER THAT I WILL PUNCH YOU IN YOUR PUFFY FACE
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DEAR SWEET PUMPKIN,
I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOUR SAFETY
PLEASE WEAR CLEAN UNDERWEAR,
YOU NEVA KNOW WHEN THOSE SOMALI NIGGA ANIMALS
WILL CAPTURE YOU AND RAPE YOUR LARDY PUMPKIN ASS
GIVE US AN UPDATE HOW YOU ARE PROTECTING YOURSELF
I DON'T MEAN BUTT PLUGS, BUT THE OTHER SAFETY YOU KNOW
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The "news" has gotta be the worst depressant there is.
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The "news" has gotta be the worst depressant there is.
WELL PUMPKIN, THE NEWS INFORMS YOU ABOUT THE CURRET EVENTS.
IT'S IMPORTANT TO PAY ATTENTION TO IT SO YOU DON'T BECOME ASS RAPE VICTIM WHEN THE SOMALIAN NIGGERS GET KNOCKING ON YOUR DOOR.
BUT MAYBE YOU WOULD LIKE THAT, SO YES, BE OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT'S GOING ON.
LOOK AT TOOTSIE, SHE'S DEAD NOW TOO. BUT NOT FOR THE SAME REASON AS THAT HOMO-PEDO K_Dubb IS.
DON'T BE A WUSS WHO IS AFRAID OF THE NEWS
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You think I'd pop as much shit as I do online without making sure I'm in a secure location, possessing the appropriate weaponry for self defence?
Keep dreaming, cupcake.
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You think I'd pop as much shit as I do online without making sure I'm in a secure location, possessing the appropriate weaponry for self defence?
Keep dreaming, cupcake.
FUCK THIS INSANITY,
POSSESSING SOME OLD RUSTED SPEAR FROM DEAD ZULU CHIEF AND SOME OLD STARTER PISTOL FROM HORSE RACE TRACK AIN'T COUNTING FOR SUFFICIENT WEAPONRY, DEAR PUMPKIN.
YOU NEED MORE THAN THAT TO PROTECT YOUR LARD ASS.
COME HERE TO TEXAS, TO DADDY, WE HAVE REAL WEAPONRY HERE TO BLOW BRAINS OUT.
WHAT YOU HAVE THERE IN YOUR MUD HUT IS ONLY GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE COLLEGE GIRLS BREW PUDDIN' IN THEIR PANTIES.
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BITCH,
IT'S PAST 3:00 PM IN SOUTH SHIT AFRICA NOW
WHERE ARE YOU, CUNT
WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' ALL DAY BESIDES CHANGING YOUR TAMPONS
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU ARE WORKING AT THE GAS STATION PUMPING GAS,
AND MAYBE NIGGERS IN THA ASS
I WORRY ABOUT YOUR SAFETY, PUMPKIN
APPARENTLY SHITLOAD OF SOMALIAN NIGGERS ARE READY TO RAPE YOU ALL THERE.
KEEP US POSTER, SWEET PUMPKIN
I HOPE YOU GAVE YOUR BUDDY FOREST DWELLER PASSWORD AND SHIT TO THIS "AFRICAN BASKET WEAVING SHITBOARD"
SO HE CAN POST IN CASE YOU GET RAPED AND QUARTERED BY THOSE SOMALIAN NIGGER SAVAGES.
BUT YOU ARE WORSHIP THAT FAGGHOT ALLAHUS, SO FUCK YOU!
YOU ARE DESTINED TO HELL IN THAT CASE.
YOU WILL MEET THAT MASSIVE FAGG (PRETENDING TO BE HETERO) LEE THERE TOO,
SINCE THAT SLAB OF LARD CONVERTED TO ISLAM SO HE CAN FUCK MUDSLIM PUSSY
FUCKING TRAITOR.
ALL HIS BULLSHIT EXPLANATION THAT HE DID IT ONLY ON PAPER IS JUST THAT, BULLSHIT EXPLANATION.
THE MOMENT YOU SIGN (AND HE DID SIGNED) PIECE OF PAPER THAT YOU ARE CONVERTED TO ISLAM,
YOU ARE A FUCKING MUSLIM, YOU ARE FUCKED NOW FOR ETERNITY.
MAKES NO DIFFERENCE IF YOU PRACTICE ISLAM AND OBEY THE RULES,
YOU SIGNED THE PAPER, THAT'S WHAT COUNTS.
UNLESS YOU PUBLICLY VOCALLY OFFICIALLY DENOUNCE ISLAM AND CONVERT TO CHRISTIANITY
AND DECLARE JESUS CHRIST AS YOU SAVIOR AND LORD.
OTHERWISE YOU ARE FUCKED AND WILL BE REJECTED AND SEND TO ETERNAL HELL
TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THIS 3 NECK LARDY MUSLIM SHITHEAD.
YOU ARE FUCKED TOO AZZI WITH YOUR WORSHIPING OF FALSE GODS.
BUT FUCK ALL OF YOU, YOU DEGENERATE FILTH.
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COME HERE TO TEXAS, TO DADDY, WE HAVE REAL WEAPONRY HERE TO BLOW BRAINS OUT.
Cool!
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BITCH,
IT'S PAST 3:00 PM IN SOUTH SHIT AFRICA NOW
WHERE ARE YOU, CUNT
WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' ALL DAY BESIDES CHANGING YOUR TAMPONS
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU ARE WORKING AT THE GAS STATION PUMPING GAS,
AND MAYBE NIGGERS IN THA ASS
I took a bunch of pills and had a long nap, with the airconditioning turned nice and low.
Luckily I don't have to suffer in the sweltering heat of Sub-Saharan Africa.
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I WORRY ABOUT YOUR SAFETY, PUMPKIN
APPARENTLY SHITLOAD OF SOMALIAN NIGGERS ARE READY TO RAPE YOU ALL THERE.
KEEP US POSTER, SWEET PUMPKIN
Thats the problem with manically refreshing Al-Jazeera, buddy.
You get all worked up over imaginary bullshit.
You know what they say: if it bleeds, it leads.
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I'M RUNING LOW ON BLOW
MIGHT HAVE TO LOGOUT SOON
That'd be a crying shame.
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Patently untrue.
::)
But, carrion.
(http://s2.quickmeme.com/img/95/950babd2ab4ae420a72fae0aaa37df3d8b9535bd612262c18e161b6736d9e723.jpg)
+19.49
I had to deduct 0.01 points because, due to the nature of the exchange, you missed the opportunity to wright that as:
"... Butt, carrion...
Keep up the good work, CMDR AFL(II)-SA.
Thank you in advance! It is an honor to swerve.
pate/?K_Dubb?POW/MIA? 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?" & "?WHO farted in the elevator?"
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Maybe the re-appearance of Zaza will lure Puxsutawney Kdubb out of his hole for 6 more months of shitposting
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3 necks dude.png
MV looked handsome af in his last stream fr fr (no homo)
(https://i.postimg.cc/3r1nW2jz/MV-Gigachad.jpg)
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That'd be a crying shame.
DON'T SWEAT BULLETS MY SWEET PUMPKIN.
ANOTHER 8-BALL WILL ROLL IN HERE IN AN HOUR OR SO.
BUT I HAVE BIT LEFT FROM THE LAST ONE TOO
TOO BAD YOU'RE NOT HERE, I WOULD SHARE SOME WITH YOU
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K_Dubb's HOLE IS SIX FEET DEEP.
THAT HOMO-PEDO IS NOT COMING OUT OF IT ANYTIME SOON.
ONLY AT THE TIME WHEN JESUS CHRIST RETURNS TO JUDGE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US.
AND SOME OF US WILL GO WITH HIM TO HEAVEN, OTHERS HE WILL SEND TO ETERNAL HELL, FOR ETERNAL SEPARATION FROM GOD.
ALL DEGENERATES AND WORSHIPERS OF FALSE GODS WILL GO TO HELL.
PUMPKIN,
MAKE THIS WHOLE POST PERMANENT STICKY IN TOP RIGHT.
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IT'S 2:20 AM IN YOUR SOUTH AFRICAN SHITHOLE NOW.
WHEN YOU WAKE UP (IF YOU WAKE UP), THIS IS WAITING FOR YOU.
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My heart is actually bursting with love, and my affection for you has returned tenfold.
Something about the way you interacted with that lady, and the clothes you were wearing kinda thawed my heart.
You're hard to be mad at.
It has been verified, certified, and quantifiable stated by K_Dubb, that this post, is indeed, the gayest post, ever made on all forums, anywhere, ever.
🌈🏳️🌈🌈🏳️🌈🌈🏳️🌈🌈🏳️🌈🌈
https://youtu.be/v3GMiSpRWXU
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(https://c8.alamy.com/comp/D1MCBN/fritz-cat-fritz-cat-fritz-cat-der-new-yorker-kater-fritz-cat-2vr-erlebt-D1MCBN.jpg)
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IT'S 2:20 AM IN YOUR SOUTH AFRICAN SHITHOLE NOW.
WHEN YOU WAKE UP (IF YOU WAKE UP), THIS IS WAITING FOR YOU.
ZULU BITCH,
THE OTHER DAY I PREPARED THIS FOR YA'
AND THAT'S HOW YOU'RE REPAYING ME FOR MY LOVE
NOT EVEN A THANK YOU. AT LEAST YOU COULD TELL ME,
"I'M TOO FAT, I CAN NOT EAT THAT" BUT I WILL GIVE IT TO MY PISS SOAKED CAT
PUMPKIN PUSSY,
YOU HAVE A CAT OR A DOG?
OR BOTH
YOU FUCKING PERVERT
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ANOTHER LONG AWAITED DELIVERY OF TWO MORE 8-B's
BETTER TO GET A BACK UP IN CASE SNOW STORM FUCKS UP THE ROADS
PUMPKIN, GET A STRAW AND SUCK IT WITH ME
SHITE IS PURE
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ANOTHER LONG AWAITED DELIVERY OF TWO MORE 8-B's
BETTER TO GET A BACK UP IN CASE SNOW STORM FUCKS UP THE ROADS
PUMPKIN, GET A STRAW AND SUCK IT WITH ME
SHITE IS PURE
If you use so much why only an 8-ball at a time. Seems pretty stupid, economically speaking. ::)
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If you use so much why only an 8-ball at a time. Seems pretty stupid, economically speaking. ::)
Maybe there are coupons somewhere.
:D
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Maybe there are coupons somewhere.
:D
Blow dealers usually don’t accept those but he should just buy a whole ounce if he’s going through multiple 8s a day is all I’m saying.
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Blow dealers usually don’t accept those but he should just buy a whole ounce if he’s going through multiple 8s a day is all I’m saying.
Good advice, but I suspect it will not be taken.
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If you use so much why only an 8-ball at a time. Seems pretty stupid, economically speaking. ::)
I ASKED BUT D-BOY REFUSES TO CARRY MORE ON HIM IN'CASE HE GETS FISHED
GIVES ME GOOD COST AND HAS HIGH QUALI THAT I TRUST
SO IM NOT CHANGING SOURCE
DON'T WANNA GET SOME NIGGA SHIT MIX
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NOT A FAN OF BUYING ONIONS ANYMORE
WAY TOO MUCH TO HAVE AROUND
8-B IS COMFY
IF PUMPKIN WAS WITH ME THEN I WOULD DEF GET AN ONION
HIS SNOUT IS LIKE A HOOVER
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AZZ,
WHAT'S WITH THE STATE OF YOUR MIND
ALL THE WEIRD AVATARS AND HANDLES.
ARE YOU OK?
OR IS IT SATAN HAVING SOLID CONTROL OVER YOUR MIND.
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AZZ,
WHAT'S WITH THE STATE OF YOUR MIND
ALL THE WEIRD AVATARS AND HANDLES.
ARE YOU OK?
OR IS IT SATAN HAVING SOLID CONTROL OVER YOUR MIND.
What is weird about my avatars and handles?
Am I okay? I guess.
If Satan had control over me, I probably wouldn't be aware of it.
I am human. He is an angel, albeit fallen.
They are more powerful than humans.
But not more powerful than Christ (or so I've been told).
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What is weird about my avatars and handles?
Am I okay? I guess.
If Satan had control over me, I probably wouldn't be aware of it.
I am human, he is an angel, albeit fallen.
They are more powerful than humans.
But not more powerful than Christ (or so I've been told).
ONLY IF YOU ALLOW THEM TO HAVE MORE POWER OVER YOU.
OTHERWISE THEY CAN DO SHIT.
SO YOU 'GUESS'
THAT MEANS THAT YOU'RE HURTING ON THE INSIDE.
RIGHT?
WHAT IS WEIRD?
THEY ARE OF THE SATANIC NATURE.
WHEN DID YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL?
AND WHY?
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YOU'RE HURTING ON THE INSIDE.
RIGHT?
Someone did hurt me, yes.
But I'm in the process of getting over it.
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WHAT IS WEIRD?
THEY ARE OF THE SATANIC NATURE.
Islamic, actually.
;)
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Someone did hurt me, yes.
But I'm in the process of getting over it.
BUT WHY IS TAKING YOU ALMOST 30 YEARS?
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WHEN DID YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL?
I participated in a Satanic ritual about a decade ago.
I'm not certain if that can be considered selling my soul to the Devil per se.
AND WHY?
I was influenced by a creepy guy (who I met at university).
He was into black metal and was attracted to the Satanic aspect of the artworks surrounding metal albums.
He then devoted time to real Satanism, and exerted peer pressure over me to give my life force to Satan.
I was scared, but began the ritual-- I was alone when I did it.
I chickened out halfway through, but that night I had a shadowy figure tormenting me in my sleep.
I was paralysed and suffocating in fits and starts.
After that, it took some time, but certain events unfolded in my life slowly, and I unravelled into an unstable mess.
Eventually, I began hearing Satan speaking to me, saying that he hates me, and that I am going to die.
It was a very otherworldly, telepathic voice.
When I came apart fully, and descended into psychosis, I experienced uncontrollable mood swings and severe depression.
I was plagued by suicidal thoughts, and was urged to see a doctor.
I was put on antidepressants which drove me manic.
I kept having visions in my minds eye, and uncontrollable laughter.
I woke up at night with my heart pounding a hundred miles a minute.
I then saw a psychologist who sent me to a psychiatrist, and then was sent back to the psychologist.
I'm on all sorts of psychiatric drugs now, and life is better.
I still have waves of severe depression and exhaustion every once in a while.
I feel numb, but I don't care.
I still get the sense that the Devil and his underlings have a presence in my life, but not physically.
I am driven to do certain things by forces beyond my control.
My visual art is violent because the original inspiration behind it was to help me express my bad feelings.
But the problem is that I do not destroy the art, rather I publish it and store it in my studio.
I should burn it, but I am tempted to up the ante every time I get my hands on a new blank page.
Its a vicious cycle.
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Islamic, actually.
;)
SO IT IS SATANIC.
I HOPE YOU ARE AWARE OF THAT!
RIGHT?
OR YOU GOT DUPED, AGAIN.
LIKE WITH MEOW.
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BUT WHY IS TAKING YOU ALMOST 30 YEARS?
The events are recent, not of a 30 year duration.
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OR YOU GOT DUPED, AGAIN.
LIKE WITH MEOW.
Well, I guess a true dupe is unrecognisable to the individual being duped.
So I cannot dispute the notion you have put forth.
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SO IT IS SATANIC.
I HOPE YOU ARE AWARE OF THAT!
RIGHT?
Islamic
/ɪzˈlamɪk,ɪzˈlɑːmɪk/
adjective
relating to Islam.
'the Islamic world'
Satanic
/səˈtanɪk/
adjective
of or characteristic of Satan.
'the Charismatic Movement continues its relentless search for evidence of Satanic influence'
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I participated in a Satanic ritual about a decade ago.
I'm not certain if that can be considered selling my soul to the Devil per se.
I was influenced by a creepy guy who was into black metal and was attracted to the Satanic aspect of the artworks surrounding metal albums.
He then devoted time to real Satanism, and exerted peer pressure over me to give my life force to Satan.
I was scared, but began the ritual-- I was alone when I did it.
I chickened out halfway through, but that night I had a shadowy figure tormenting me in my sleep.
I was paralysed and suffocating in fits and starts.
After that, it took some time, but certain events unfolded in my life slowly, and I unravelled into an unstable mess.
Eventually, I began hearing Satan speaking to me, saying that he hates me, and that I am going to die.
It was a very otherworldly, telepathic voice.
When I came apart fully, and descended into psychosis, I experienced uncontrollable mood swings and severe depression.
I was plagued by suicidal thoughts, and was urged to see a doctor.
I was put on antidepressants which drove me manic.
I kept having visions in my minds eye, and uncontrollable laughter.
I woke up at night with my heart pounding a hundred miles a minute.
I then saw a psychologist who sent me to a psychiatrist, and then was sent back to the psychologist.
I'm on all sorts of psychiatric drugs now, and life is better.
I still have waves of severe depression and exhaustion every once in a while.
I feel numb, but I don't care.
I still get the sense that the Devil and his underlings have a presence in my life, but not physically.
I am driven to do certain things by forces beyond my control.
My visual art is violent because the original inspiration behind it was to help me express my bad feelings.
But the problem is that I do not destroy the art, rather I publish it and store it in my studio.
I should burn it, but I am tempted to up the ante every time I get my hands on a new blank page.
Its a vicious cycle.
THIS IS GREAT THAT YOU OPENED UP SO SINCERELY LIKE YOU JUST DID.
YOU KNOW THAT PILLS ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE CARE AND CURE WHAT WAS DONE ON A SPIRITUAL LEVEL.
YOU KNOW THAT, YES??
SO YOU KNOW THAT THE ONLY WAY TO FIX YOUR LIFE AND YOUR EMOTIONS IS TO USE THE ANTIDOTE,
AND YOU KNOW WHO IS THE OPPOSITE TO SATAN, YES?
THE FIX IS EASY ACTUALLY.
JUST BRING IN YOUR MEMORY THAT DAY WHEN YOU INVITED/ALLOWED SATAN IN YOUR LIFE
BUT THIS TIME INVITE/ALLOW JESUS CHRIST IN YOUR LIFE.
ASK HIM TO COME INTO YOUR LIFE AND TO GUIDE YOU AND TO HELP AND TO HEAL YOU.
ALSO ASK ARCHANGEL MICHAEL FOR HELP.
AND YES,YOU HAVE TO REMOVE AND DESTROY BY FIRE ALL THE IMAGES AND ART WORK THAT WAS INSPIRED BY SATAN AND HIS DEMONS.
THAT'S HOW THEY RESIDE IN YOUR LIFE.
IF YOU DON'T DO THAT, NOTHING WILL CHANGE.
YOUR LIFE WILL BE STILL A RIVER OF MISERY.
YOU WILL FEEL SCARED ABOUT THE CONCEPT OF DESTROYING ALL THAT DEMONIC STUFF
THEY WILL IMPLANT IDEAS IN YOUR HEAD THAT YOUR LIFE WILL SUDDENLY LOSE ALL MEANING,
BUT THAT'S A LIE
BY DESTROYING AND REMOVING ALL EVIL OBJECTS (ALL FORMS OF THEM) FROM YOUR LIFE
YOU WILL OPEN DOOR FOR THE HOLY FORCES TO ENTER.
BUT RIGHT NOW THEY CANNOT ENTER, BECAUSE YOU ARE HOSTING DEMONIC FORCES.
IF POSSIBLE TAKE ALL THAT GARBAGE SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE AND BURN IT,
BUT DON'T DO IT ALONE HAVE SOMEBODY WITH YOU,
SOMEBODY WHO IS A SINCERE FOLLOWER OF JESUS CHRIST,
OTHERWISE THE DEMONIC FORCES WILL PUT UP A VERY STRONG EMOTIONAL PSYCHOLOGICAL AND PHYSICAL FIGHT
AGAINST YOU IF WILL TRY TO BURN ALL THAT GARBAGE BY YOURSELF.
YOU CAN THROW IT IN THE GARBAGE BIN, BUT FIRE IS MUCH BETTER.
GOOD LUCK,
DON'T PROCRASTINATE.
INVOKE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE.
YOU CAN DO IT.
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Out of the three people named "Innnereach" that I've been talking to for the last (CLASSIFIED) years... I like this one that furiously backpedals the best.
So far.
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(https://i.imgflip.com/64jnuf.jpg)
Behold the moves of a Master:
1) KP–R5
2) R–R6
Come on, Man.
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Out of the three people named "Innnereach" that I've been talking to for the last (CLASSIFIED) years... I like this one that furiously backpedals the best.
So far.
You’re delusional. :o
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You’re delusional. :o
Thank you for your opinion. At least you're not calling me fat.
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At least you're not calling me fat.
You mean, like, that time a couple 3 weeks ago when you conspired with your exes rapist, and used said insult against me, lied about it, turned around and screamed at me out of the blue - somehow making me feel as if it was all my fault - like a certifiably insane scumbag?
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I used to feel sorry for you, thinking you were mentally ill, and that your behaviour was something you couldn't help.
But I came to realise, that you are fully in control of what you do. Manipulative, strategic and sociopathic.
And that's not something I can entertain or enable-- at least with a clear conscience anymore.
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Manipulative, strategic and sociopathic tactical.
And that's not something I can entertain or enable-- at least with a clear conscience anymore.
Look, I'll get back to you after I finish listening to your latest slander hit piece job. I got distracted about 40 minutes in--I'm working my way through the ennui as we speak. Hey, got any uppers? You know my address.
Thanks in advance.
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I used to feel sorry for you, thinking you were mentally ill, and that your behaviour was something you couldn't help.
Well! I know I feel cherished.
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you conspired with your exes rapist
Nigga, please. Grow up. If I had actually done that, you would have read about it in Variety.
This dog won't hunt. Piss off.
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You're no sorcerer, dude. You're definitely trained in some form of hypnosis, and have successfully crafted relationships with people who you convince to worship and obey you.
The stockholm syndrome you seemingly create is a small part of some sick game. But the "magic" trick you pull is to hit your victims over the head with so much accusatory bullshit when they attempt a normal dialogue, or ask you a benign question, which derails them completely, ultimately leaving them in a headspin, stunned and gobsmacked.
I.R. thinks you're intelligent, and I used to think that. I don't, though. And I'm not trying to hurt you or insult you, by the way. I'm just stating my opinion-- from the standpoint of personal experience, having tried to build a genuine friendship with you.
I find it sad that that isn't possible right now. But I don't see any way that can happen, for the foreseeable future.
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Look, I'll get back to you after I finish listening to your latest slander hit piece job.
Who knew the truth could hurt so much.
I wanted to be friends. I really did.
Don't act like you didn't fuck with my head and my heart on numerous occassions.
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Maybe this will result in a listenable podcast from your end for once.
Feel free to take your 12 bucks and shove it.
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You're no sorcerer, dude.
That is exactly what I have been saying.
Signed,
JACKSTAR, SOURCEROR SUPER SUPREME; HOLD THE GREEN PEPPERS
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Unless your newest accusation about this "slander" is all a lark as well.
Will any of us ever really know if its actually that serious to you?
I can't tell whether what comes out your mouth or keypad is real or fantasy anymore.
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(https://bifrosttarot.com/cards/20judgement.jpg)
Unless your newest accusation about this "slander" is all a lark as well.
Defamation is as defamation does.
Will any of us ever really know if its actually that serious to you?
Wives find out—well, get notified—first. It's in the regulations.
I can't tell whether what comes out your mouth or keypad is real or fantasy anymore.
What do you fucking care? Maybe you should ask for a refund. Here, let me buy you a pile of pancakes; I'll show you how to breadcrumb syrup on them.
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You're definitely trained in some form of hypnosis, and have successfully crafted relationships with people who you convince to worship and obey you.
This about kills me. I should add this to my goddam c.v.
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I hope you know how much it breaks my heart to air this out.
But, I'm at the end of my tether here, Jack.
I loved you. And I tried to get close to you.
Why does that feel impossible?
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Is some part of you enjoying this?
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Is some part of you enjoying this?
Every part of me is enjoying this—some parts, substantially more than others.
Ignorance truly is bliss. I don't know anything to be distraught over, because not one—not one single solitary soul of you—ever bothered to ever read me in.
I am saddened that I have no one around to eat popcorn with as I watch The First Great Canlandian Uprising, but, let's face it, were I allowed to be around anybody right now, I wouldn't be watching the news, I'd be in bed with them.
Is some part of you enjoying this?
Trust me, The Plan is... coming to get her.
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I hope you know how much it breaks my heart to air this out.
But, I'm at the end of my tether here, Jack.
I loved you. And I tried to get close to you.
Why does that feel impossible?
Can we do this on Zoom later? Maybe on Twitter. I'm having breakfast now.
Guess how I like my eggs. Go on, guess.
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Guess how I like my eggs. Go on, guess.
QUANTUMLY ENTANGLED & BURIED IN SALT... NATURALLY.
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Can we do this on Zoom later?
Nah, man.
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Every part of me is enjoying this—
I knew it.
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Defamation is as defamation does.
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Piss off.
Uh, yeah-- not gonna happen.
This is my website, in case you forgot.
If you don't like it, feel free to GO AWAY.
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three people named "Innnereach"
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If you don't like it, feel free to GO AWAY.
There is no part of me either susceptible to your charcuterie assassinations, nor in any failure to be amused by them.
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Carry on. Kudos. Heh heh. Cookies! Teehee!
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So, what's it like to be autistic?
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Maybe on Twitter.
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Look, I'll get back to you after I finish listening to your latest slander hit piece job. I got distracted about 40 minutes in--I'm working my way through the ennui as we speak.
I'm up to 150 minutes; it's gotten a lot better.
1) Innerreach -never- intentionally gave me his full legal name. I deduced it. /flex
2) His comments on what he doesn't want happening to him; i.e. "Google his name!", uhm... that's why I waited until my parents were dead. O, the huge irony: if the City Of Bothell hadn't had them (dun-dun-DAAAAAH) murdered, I'd still be locked in a co-dependent enablement relationship with them, slaving away, waiting on them hand and foot, because of course if they had wanted to stay alive, I would have been happy to help. Why not? Look how tolerant, patient, and amputating they were with me.
Hey, got any uppers? You know my address.
Thanks in advance.
Dude, seriously. Chop chop.
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Dude, seriously. Chop chop.
Fed!
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Come and kill me while my name's hot.
And shoot me 25 times in the same spot.
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Come and kill me while my name's hot.
And shoot me 25 times in the same spot.
I need you alive to lick the stamps. Pucker up.
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You didn't tell me what its like to be autistic.
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You didn't tell me what its like to be autistic.
(PROT) did a good enough job. Return that call, Wanker.
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I'm up to 150 minutes; it's gotten a lot better.
I'm stalling out in the last 45 minutes. The subject matter is of course riveting, but the milquetoast presentation from you two yokels is just driving me up the fucking wall and taking me bananas with it.
Kudos.
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Return that call...
#GOAWAY
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...FIRE IS MUCH BETTER...
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I'm up to latest. Now, I am honestly puzzled--I am out of the loop, utterly.
"totes" doesn't cut it. Whatever their problem was, whatever their ultimate situation was, is and has always been, completely inscrutable to me. This has a lot to do with my lifestyle focus, but also has a lot to do with the impact this zeitgeist has on these peoples' actual lives.
Hi, I'm Jackstar. I am as a worm. No better than. What is said about me is just as applicable to any part of me as any other. But, these people... wew lad.
I'm curious, but it's not my business. Like, what the fuck? How are these people doing, what they're doing? I have no idea. But it fascinates me.
I really enjoy the parts where individuals attempt to imply that I sound terrible, ill, fucked up, whacked... "truth be told, I see many of the same behaviors I exhibited"
"he sent me HUNDREDS of text messages," omg. Hundreds. As I live and breathe.
Now, as it happens, I happen to love hearing people re-broadcast their texts and such. The meaning is always separated by a strange band of noise, when read by someone who didn't write it in the first place.
"Jackstar is busy calling me every five minutes" Well... perhaps.
I wish to thank you, Azzerae, because this is not an experience most people ever have--my name, my talent, my likeness, my mojo, MY GOD--it's a bizarre experience, and couldn't possibly be the same for anyone else. The fact that this content exists--"you have exhibited abusive behavior"--oh, lordy. Sure, okay.
A great effort is being undertaken to create a narrative flow that looks, in the aggregate, as though it is less positively trending upward than it actually is.
For example: the implication that there is something shameful about directing Uhura to open hailing frequencies and prepare to be contacted by Rubini... so what? To whom? All these givens. So few fans left of quality tradecraft.
Sigh. "She was a goddam lying bitch." Well, there you go. What a terrible thing to say. I must have deserved being lied to.
I am willing to believe a person can change. In fact, by the time you have finished reading this sentence, I may have grown up a little more
Additionally, Azzerae does not clue into the important query when discussing who I am "speaking with." Why it matters who I communicate with is an interesting question, and maybe I'll talk about that later with one of the several dozen people I could re-acquaintant myself with, a process I have held in abeyance while dealing with the recovery aspects of having been dating a human trafficker family.
It wasn't that bad, but it's fun to put it that way.
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While I listen to myself as filler, they all listen to themselves in a choir of angels. #Peace
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I'm up to latest. Now, I am honestly puzzled--I am out of the loop, utterly.
"totes" doesn't cut it. Whatever their problem was, whatever their ultimate situation was, is and has always been, completely inscrutable to me. This has a lot to do with my lifestyle focus, but also has a lot to do with the impact this zeitgeist has on these peoples' actual lives.
Hi, I'm Jackstar. I am as a worm. No better than. What is said about me is just as applicable to any part of me as any other. But, these people... wew lad.
I'm curious, but it's not my business. Like, what the fuck? How are these people doing, what they're doing? I have no idea. But it fascinates me.
I really enjoy the parts where individuals attempt to imply that I sound terrible, ill, fucked up, whacked... "truth be told, I see many of the same behaviors I exhibited"
"he sent me HUNDREDS of text messages," omg. Hundreds. As I live and breathe.
Now, as it happens, I happen to love hearing people re-broadcast their texts and such. The meaning is always separated by a strange band of noise, when read by someone who didn't write it in the first place.
"Jackstar is busy calling me every five minutes" Well... perhaps.
I wish to thank you, Azzerae, because this is not an experience most people ever have--my name, my talent, my likeness, my mojo, MY GOD--it's a bizarre experience, and couldn't possibly be the same for anyone else. The fact that this content exists--"you have exhibited abusive behavior"--oh, lordy. Sure, okay.
A great effort is being undertaken to create a narrative flow that looks, in the aggregate, as though it is less positively trending upward than it actually is.
For example: the implication that there is something shameful about directing Uhura to open hailing frequencies and prepare to be contacted by Rubini... so what? To whom? All these givens. So few fans left of quality tradecraft.
Sigh. "She was a goddam lying bitch." Well, there you go. What a terrible thing to say. I must have deserved being lied to.
I am willing to believe a person can change. In fact, by the time you have finished reading this sentence, I may have grown up a little more
Additionally, Azzerae does not clue into the important query when discussing who I am "speaking with." Why it matters who I communicate with is an interesting question, and maybe I'll talk about that later with one of the several dozen people I could re-acquaintant myself with, a process I have held in abeyance while dealing with the recovery aspects of having been dating a human trafficker family.
It wasn't that bad, but it's fun to put it that way.
Yes. I know it is difficult. But if you just take your 'quiet time' to relax and re-group, clarity will return and your focus sharpened. Don't give up on those who care about you and have given you the opportunity to publicly address yourself to the world.
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Yes.
I'm not gonna lie, (PROT): you say that to just about damn near anything.
I know it is difficult.
No, you don't! You know that it is taking me longer than it reasonably ought to, but it is not that it is difficult--for me--it is that I am simply savoring the drawn out experience while the stragglers make their way onboard. It is taking way, way, WAY TOO long, however it would appear that it has been worth the effort and expense. I suppose it is difficult *cough* for me to be as certain as I am, but... fuck it, I can fake it live. We're golden here.
But if you just take your 'quiet time' to relax and re-group, clarity will return and your focus sharpened.
Well, yeah, and I'll turn into a Betamax VCR, so, I think I'll take my quiet time and return to my first love, reading all the books in the library at random until I find one that mentions how to open dimensional portals by consuming my own (blank).
(Seriously, it's in one of those books somewhere. What better place to hide something from the hyoo-mons, than a book? Hell's bells, put it in a chessboard, they'll fuckin' never find it.)
Don't give up on those who care about you and have given you the opportunity to publicly address yourself to the world.
I haven't; I've simply modified my skein of abilities to include bossing people around without being completely embarrassed by my arrogance, audacity, and altogether out-of-place humility. Like, what the fuck. I don't have to be humble, Punylings--it's just a good idea for you.
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While I listen to myself as filler, they all listen to themselves in a choir of angels. #Peace
I'd feel better about having been on to this already if I hadn't already been on this level eight or nine times. And you think I'm taking a long time. There's this one guy, eight or nine doors down: he's sitting in one place waiting for one flower to bloom. Now, that's devotion.
He thinks it's gonna be a dryad but it's actually just more opium, but, still. He's devoted. Someone give him a hand. Besides, he might be right. What do We know?
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I'm not gonna lie, (PROT): you say that to just about damn near anything.
No, I do not. In fact, this is the first time I've said this to anyone - or anything.
No, you don't! You know that it is taking me longer than it reasonably ought to, but it is not that it is difficult--for me--it is that I am simply savoring the drawn out experience while the stragglers make their way onboard. It is taking way, way, WAY TOO long, however it would appear that it has been worth the effort and expense. I suppose it is difficult *cough* for me to be as certain as I am, but... fuck it, I can fake it live. We're golden here.
You seem to be going through great and difficult lengths trying to convince me that I do not know the difficulties through which you are going. Dear friend. I think thou protests too much.
Well, yeah, and I'll turn into a Betamax VCR, so, I think I'll take my quiet time and return to my first love, reading all the books in the library at random until I find one that mentions how to open dimensional portals by consuming my own (blank).
(I can't believe you haven't figured THAT one out yet).
(Seriously, it's in one of those books somewhere. What better place to hide something from the hyoo-mons, than a book? Hell's bells, put it in a chessboard, they'll fuckin' never find it.)
No. Not a chessboard. A Rubik's Cube. Heh-Heh.
I haven't; I've simply modified my skein of abilities to include bossing people around without being completely embarrassed by my arrogance, audacity, and altogether out-of-place humility. Like, what the fuck. I don't have to be humble, Punylings--it's just a good idea for you.
You misunderstand what being Humble is. It is NOT weakness or submission. It is a form of respect.
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Another form of respect is known as "The Shocker" ...
And I've only ever given it with my mind.
And I have come to find it works even better that way, especially if one is already smart, and especially if one is looking to give respect.
I've heard that uploading conversations that two people had on the phone at 4:00 a.m. before they went to go look at a sailboat is pretty respectful too but I have decided to go another route.
AND THAT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE.
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YAS! Gold
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YAS! Gold
Why, thank you!
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Why, thank you!
Project Looking Glass: eat your fucking heart out. I told you I was coming to get them, and I fucking well did, now didn't I?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCDIYvFmgW8
When all of all y'all put yourself back together again, I have one request: rename yourself "Project Humpty Dumpty," and huddle up around the water cooler the next time my name (KUCZI, learn to spell it) comes up, because... before making any moves, you dig?
You're all gonna wanna pour yourselves a long tall glass of shut the fuck up. Have a couple. DRAIN THE BARREL. Christ. You People have no idea what you've done... because now, you've not just made me alert, you've also made me happy.
There's no telling what I might do next. Rawr. Now, go on, shoo. Go have a nap in the future, maybe you can dream about what I'm gonna do tonight, and when you ever do in fact wake up (if that ever happens, yawn) you can pay the credit bureau for all the champagne I'm gonna need to christen all these valkyries that are lining up outside my motel window.
It's not the "Bates Motel." It's HOTEL VOLCANO, MOTHERFUC--*click*
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Clarification: the bottle of pills that I got from the psychiatrist, was returned to the same doctor on the next visit. It was dispensed to me, as a bottle which seemed to be factory-sealed... but the manner in which it was dispensed to me, led me to suspect it was perhaps not as "sealed" as one might be generally willing to believe.
So I noticed, just now, that when I was telling this story, that I misspoke, slightly: look I'm not going to lie, it's kind of hard to deal with the Needles Of Azazel while trying to lay out the truth.
There was a pill bottle sealed that came into a cardboard box sealed, I took the pill bottle out of the cardboard box so I broke that seal but I did not break the seal on the bottle, so when I handed the bottle back to the psychiatrist, it was a sealed bottle of pills.
He looked at the bottle, checked the seal to see if it was unused (best verifying the veracity of my story), and as he slipped the bottle into his pocket, the left hand pocket of his white lab coat—the magic robe that indicates that he's the one with the magic power—you're marked out loud, "Boy I wish I had this an hour ago."
And that's as far as I took the matter. I wasn't there to penetrate a secret, but I was obviously seeing a code phrase, and as I had no interest in either drug seeking behavior or drugs for the sake of drugs or penetrating the mysteries of bribery that surrounds his profession... It's taken me this long to have a good reason to tell that story.
Cuz I wasn't never trying to get around the rules to get drugs prescribed to me that I didn't need or want. I was just curious lad, exploring the boundaries of his environment. That's it, and that's all. And that's why I'm not going to prison for manipulating the medical system. Cuz I wasn't.
And now they'll never prove it. Thank God. (The threats of man like me has to deal with in modern society doesn't just include vivisection; it starts with that threat. The actual threat. This fucking planet. G-ddam.) Now do you see how difficult is to rescue people? It's not just a matter of bringing down flying saucers and letting them get on board.
For one thing, they have to get clearance. This step alone can take weeks.
And, it has. And that's the story of how I never took Abilify... If that in fact was what was in the bottle anyway. I couldn't testify to the truth of it. My hand to God. But whatever was in that bottle, I never swallowed it, and I have absolutely no fucking regrets at all.
This was before the nose surgery. I prefer to actually solve my problem rather than to find the best possible treatment that they can hook me on for life that costs dollars every month. Call me silly, call me paranoid l, call me crazy, but what I really am... is frugal.
Hey any of you guys ever read Brave New World? Yeah, me neither. Toodles!
p. s.: The genesis for this idea came about from a book I read in second grade, by the way. About the only man to successfully con Al Capone and live. (He did die alone in prison but... maybe not for that reason.;) )
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YAS! Gold
... Battle. Puzzle battle. It's so fucking on RN. (rn rn rn)
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I haven't heard this one yet. I've been busy a lot, I missed it. Thanks! Seems pretty goddam relevant.
FULL DISCLOSURE: I haven't called any police or other agency for assistance. But, I assure you, by this point, I have responded to their inquiries plenty, fully answering their questions, and closing with, "I have no idea, and, I would prefer not to make anything get worse." And, I don't think I have.
I really don't think my friends who have, by now, expressed concern to Authority as to how I have clearly been abused, are anyone to blame for erring on the side of caution. I'm sure that things have looked terrible for me, from the outside, and at times, in fact: they have been, at times, horrific. I literally saw the woman begin to try to claw her own eyes out, which is something that I had heard can happen and as I saw it start to transpire, I knew I had to take steps at that moment. And I did so. Gently. Listen, don't believe me, look it up, this is what can happen in such a situation. In the past I have seen somebody cut their own leg open. I didn't know that could happen then. And I wasn't involved directly in that situation. And there were other people there.
It was in my own house, in my own bedroom, we were there together alone, what was I supposed to do, just stand there and watch her drive her own thumbs into her own eyes? Yeah, no problem, happy to go to jail for three nights to avoid that outcome. I was also happy to go to jail and stay there while she stayed home. I'm sure she would not have enjoyed jail either. Not like me, I was left alone to sleep. I didn't have a kid coming in 2 days for a visit. I already warned relevant parties that I might be going away for a while—call it a precognitive vision, there was obviously something being planned behind my back.
HAPPY HANUKKAH HORROR PICTURE SHOW.
(I can assure you that there are those out there who would hope that we both die. A murder/suicide would make some of these people happier than a pig in slop. I'm sure I will be forgiven if I come out as being in opposition to this outcome—and, I have.)
Also, there were concerns from some that I was dodging taxes or laundering money or being unknowingly manipulated by hidden bad actors—and some of those concerns have clearly proven themselves to be a legitimate concern.
Like, wow. WOW! The shit I have seen. Wow. I am amazed at what some people thought they could get away with.
I am a Divinely Ordained being, and I am a Discordian Pope—but I'm not The Pope. You fuckers wanna hide behind a pointy hat... you best pick another goddam shiney dome. I am a human being, motherfucker, I'm not a clown in a tax shelter handing out shredded lawsuits.
It's cool that some of you noticed that I was in a position to do that though. But trust me, know me, believe me; I can barely boil water to make tea for myself at this point, I don't have the cognitive capacity to dodge taxes myself, let alone help anybody else. And that's on record.
Dari: other video is marked private. I assume you know this and you're giving me a subtle signal that something isn't my business. Well thank God something isn't. I'm running out of thumbs, they're running out of plums, and there's all these pies stacking up in the hallway.
You know come to think of it isn't lasagna a kind of a pie? Lettuce, consider.
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There was a pill bottle sealed that came into a cardboard box sealed, I took the pill bottle out of the cardboard box so I broke that seal but I did not break the seal on the bottle, so when I handed the bottle back to the psychiatrist, it was a sealed bottle of pills.
He looked at the bottle, checked the seal to see if it was unused (best verifying the veracity of my story), and as he slipped the bottle into his pocket, the left hand pocket of his white lab coat—the magic robe that indicates that he's the one with the magic power—
Huh. Well, I guess you were old enough to know better, but too young to really care. They call that a day late and a dollar short in some juridictions.
Come to find out, ol' Cooze came out on top, after all. 'Nigga!' The bugs say different. Monitering, scanning all: Kobold after Kobold, a couple sprites and an albino pygmy with down's syndrome later, we get this?! You gotta be kidding me.
With every dose I ante up-- and, in endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony leaves me wondering years later where all the time went. And so sorry that it's gone.
Coming down: With brief periods of wakefulness, my sleep lasted several days. For most of that time Jewel lay beside Jack, watching the shadows. Surfacing some time after, I pondered the still invisible tome. Standing stooped - like JFK, slumped, head in pieces - I tugged at the long, thin, end of my tether. It took its form in tobacco, of course.
Staring dead-eyed, so blankly. Deadpan. I thought, 'Maybe that’s what the quasars that stand sentinel at the end of the universe are all about. They are the spots where people like Socrates and Christ dug through; they are windows into bright and terrible wisdom. They are warnings.'
Ah, who gives a fuck. See. Humanity could be clutching the frail barque of an outmoded world view while the wind of the mind is swaying the stars into very real craft, and out of them is coming a faint call for help-- from a lady in a flowered dress.
'Point is, don't get too hung up on the impervious.' [darted across my minds-eye.] Because he who fights with monsters should guard against himself becoming a monster. See? When you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. 'The coat. Its BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL. Despite this loosely fitted straitjacket, uncuffed and flapping freely.'
THEY are the real nuts. Not US, in here. God, I'm thrilled about my absence now. What speaks volumes with such clarity as the deafening silence?
I. blinded by the Sun. An "Icarus." You were my closing act.
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vow of silence?
I. blinded by the Sun. Icarus. You were my closing act.
I understood and agree with every single goddam word. I'm not just rolling tough like this eternally because I can, and it's overall a whole lot of fun. Oh no, this is not my idea of a good time to encourage the repetition of just for own pleasure, or even own education.
But I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even left alone long enough to enjoy what little nothing they have in peace, and I'd be happy to sign up for another deep cycle again for all of this if We really have to. I don't enjoy most of this, but I do enjoy being skilled and disciplined enough to perform my duty with the appropriate diligence and not get overly addicted to the tremendous cosmic power I'm wielding In This Moment of Now. (Have you ever been a judicator? It is breathtaking, I assure you.)
I don't think we do. But I've really been wrong on that score 8 or 9 times before just in the last 2 years. And the service of God is nothing I'm going to sneeze at.
And I'm not going to beg God for another chance to restore my relationship, as that's not what I'm here to do in life. I can imagine that people who knew me on my youth might imagine that I'd be different now but, no, no no, no no no: I'm not trying to turn back time.
I did do that. Once. That was plenty. I don't need to request that happen again unless there's a good reason, and I don't see one at all.
Is it my fault if somebody might have seen me do it and then learned how to do it themselves? Arguable. Take it up with somebody who still has skin in the game.
And, no, I have an absolutely no idea who such a person might be. Now, no more questions, please. I have a headache. I have low blood sugar. My anus is bleeding. I have to get ready for the Sunday matinee, I think they're changing my lines for next week, oh God, how long did Cats play on Broadway? cuz this is worse.
“I loathed it. It was much worse than Cats."
That's about where I'm at. Still--worth the tribble. Trouble. Triple banana split. Semper fi
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My anus is bleeding.
I love the smell of sodomy in the morning.
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I love the smell of sodomy in the morning.
Hello, it's not my thing, but now *cough* I can see how people can develop a taste. And I haven't been judging before, I'm not going to start now.
Still--eewww. I'm going to go with Hillary on this one.
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... And that's the story of how I never took Abilify... If that in fact was what was in the bottle anyway. I couldn't testify to the truth of it. My hand to God. But whatever was in that bottle, I never swallowed it, and I have absolutely no fucking regrets at all.
This was before the nose surgery. I prefer to actually solve my problem rather than to find the best possible treatment that they can hook me on for life that costs dollars every month. Call me silly, call me paranoid l, call me crazy, but what I really am... is frugal.
Hey any of you guys ever read Brave New World? Yeah, me neither. Toodles!
p. s.: The genesis for this idea came about from a book I read in second grade, by the way.
So, you are like a real psychotic?
Corrigendum
Everyone must should have read this in their high school days, but I thought I'd throw it in for old time's sake.
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Huh. Well, I guess you were old enough to know better, but too young to really care. They call that a day late and a dollar short in some juridictions.
Come to find out, ol' Cooze came out on top, after all. 'Nigga!' The bugs say different. Monitering, scanning all: Kobold after Kobold, a couple sprites and an albino pygmy with down's syndrome later, we get this?! You gotta be kidding me.
With every dose I ante up-- and, in endless day-to-day shallowness, a monotony leaves me wondering years later where all the time went. And so sorry that it's gone.
Coming down: With brief periods of wakefulness, my sleep lasted several days. For most of that time Jewel lay beside Jack, watching the shadows. Surfacing some time after, I pondered the still invisible tome. Standing stooped - like JFK, slumped, head in pieces - I tugged at the long, thin, end of my tether. It took its form in tobacco, of course.
Staring dead-eyed, so blankly. Deadpan. I thought, 'Maybe that’s what the quasars that stand sentinel at the end of the universe are all about. They are the spots where people like Socrates and Christ dug through; they are windows into bright and terrible wisdom. They are warnings.'
Ah, who gives a fuck. See. Humanity could be clutching the frail barque of an outmoded world view while the wind of the mind is swaying the stars into very real craft, and out of them is coming a faint call for help-- from a lady in a flowered dress.
'Point is, don't get too hung up on the impervious.' [darted across my minds-eye.] Because he who fights with monsters should guard against himself becoming a monster. See? When you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. 'The coat. Its BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL. Despite this loosely fitted straitjacket, uncuffed and flapping freely.'
THEY are the real nuts. Not US, in here. God, I'm thrilled about my absence now. What speaks volumes with such clarity as the deafening silence?
I. blinded by the Sun. An "Icarus." You were my closing act.
Admit it, Jack "My anus is bleeding". He's better than you. This is poetry.
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Admit it, Jack-"My anus is bleeding"-Star. He's better than you. This is poetry.
FIFY...
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ediot: +19.5
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FIFY...
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ediot: +19.5
You are right, good sir.
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So, you are like a real psychotic?
I am so totally well-adjusted that if it weren't for substantial corroborative evidence freely available to me to check my work against, I'd literally be forced to conclude that I must have just simply died in my sleep and woke up in Actual Heaven. It's nice here. No, really. I'm good. And the likelihood is that will surely continue.
I miss my friend. I miss my family. But, due to reasons, if I were around there, well... it wouldn't be any prettier. And when I was there, someone decided to drop the hammer, and they missed the nail. By a long, long chalk. Whoops!
I ain't even mad. I did the duty that was due. And if anyone else directly involved did, well... they sure had a unique interpretation of that. One that seemed to include the belief that everyone knew better than me, what was best for me. I assume this was due to the belief that I had a "Special Needs Trust" because I am "retarded." Yeah, well, believe what you like--all of all y'all certainly will regardless, and that's on record--but it makes little difference.
I respected the rights of others, as best as I knew how. Others, who shall remain unsingled out for now, simply did not respect mine. At. All.
And for all these reasons and more, I have decided to have these Others scalped; and to have their villages burned to the ground. I won't be doing this myself. I have people for that now. I'm bigger than Elvis. Fuck you. You all goddam know it, too. SAY MY NAME, WITCH.
Or--even better, since I am actually -not- a megalomaniac--how about, just, like, drop it? Let it lie, yokels. You had your fun. And I'm having all of mine and some of all of all y'alls too. So. Where is the psychosis? Come on, spill it. Present your charges. ("Alphabetically!")
Corrigendum
Well, that's the most obvious case of undiagnosed elephantids I've ever seen. Case closed. Alert the media: BOLO SNUFFLEUPAGUS.
Just imagine it. A world of neverending happiness. You could have always seen The Son... day... or night.
You had your chance to see The Light. Fortunately, from now on, you can all use My chance. Feel free. Plenty of nanotech to go around.
Never forget that there were those that wanted me just simply expunged from existence, in public view, humiliated, banished, and totes forgotten. Instead, I am a goddam legend and none of you will ever forget what happened here in the midst of the COIVD Apocalypse.
And I was hardly even trying. What the hell were you people doing? Well... if you had done it on the new network--My new Network, the MAGICK IN BLACK CONTENT DELIVERY & FLOWER GIFTING (HOOAH) NETWORK--maybe someone who matters might have seen something of it, and been actually impressed.
Oh, now, let me guess. There's another wave of psychotronic assault incoming, right? You're getting it all figured out, right? Gonna take me down a peg, eh?
Yeah, well. That might not work out so well for my benefit, and at this point, to get to me, all of all y'all are gonna have to go through HER.
Best of luck. You have no idea of the power that has been invoked as a result of recent events--events so momentous, it is only due to the very real threat of another gang of thuggie little piggies beating down my motel room door, prevents me from crowing with delight from the rooftops, like, WOW. That happened? Holy Jesus shitballs. Wow. Yep, that was going down, and no one thought to mention it to me, huh? Fascinating.
Okay, I'm going to take my scientific advancements and keep right on truckin', thanks. Thought I needed public adoration and all that energy of attention? Nope. Think I'm addicted to the fame and obsessed with the fortune and will do anything to keep a handle hanging on my brief brush with greatness? Negatory.
Do you for even a moment believe what I saw being done, that I was theorized to be affected by? Because I can assure you, 99% of all this rolled right off my back, and the itty-bitty bits that actually got through to any ill effect, why, thank you, I appreciate your help in finding undetected security flaws. Crowdsourcing my QA is pretty mandatory practice when you're, you know, working as a commando.
That's me. All my power is sourced from One Source. And it's worked out gangbusters. I bet some of you don't even know.
And, so much the better. I don't wanna scare any babies that might happen by. Seriously, is there anything more actionable than scaring a baby? Well, pretending to be one. Perhaps.
Admit it, Jack "My anus is bleeding". He's better than you. This is poetry.
Yep. I'm sandbagging, and I've been mentoring him off and on for, like, seven years. You know why the arrangement works?
Because he and I do not -need- each other, but you, all of you, all you little brave troopers... you all, in fact, need US.
And odds are, you always will. What, what are we, boring? Do we waste your time? Yeah? Well, easy answer then: MOVE ALONG.
Oh, right. Time loop. Matrix captives. Bottle fodder. For fuck's sake. "better than (me)." Hold the phone. Is that supposed to be something I'm unaware of?
He's probably the one who picked her out for me. /shrug. I don't see what everyone's problem is here. Why isn't everyone terrifically thrilled that Phase II finished on time, under budget, and completely rocks the known broadcast landscape world? Is it because I'm not getting raped enough? Well, the night is still young, but--can't rape the willing.
I wish I could describe to you the freedom I am experiencing in this moment. I can write, and publish, not just here, really, but basically anywhere I choose... and as I am clearly only doing so to defend myself, not a damn person can say thingy one or thingy two about it. I mean, sure, I guess, uh... call the cops on my for saying mean things on the Internet. That'll go over well. Believe me, the cops are WAY sick of being called to deal with Kuczi, and you know why?
I am so easy to deal with. Unless a person wants a gang of thuggie piggies to come and provide mercenary force. Tends to be unworkable when I am involved.
So, I can write and put on blast whatever I desire... because I only desire to put on blast, things that will assist everyone. Not just me. It's very high-concept. I just... do what I know in my heart is the best thing I can do for everyone. Period. And when that path is unclear, I have learned to sit. And wait.
And scheme. It works well. And making him better than me was -always- the plan. Just as coming out and looking like slacker-wastoid burnout garbage was part of mine. And, look, you all took the bait and ran.
Meanwhile, I almost have all the components I need for an important upcoming milestone goal, that being The (Blank). I'm kinda on the fence about this, nevertheless, important. And do you know why it is important? NO, YOU DO NOT.
I know this, because no one has asked yet. Sweet. That's a great way to maintain plausible deniability. At least that is what I heard.
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This is poetry.
Oh, I know. And I shall remember its quality of immense value for always.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to leave the room. So those in need may have their privacy.
(my admiration is truly boundless)
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to leave the room. So those in need may have their privacy.
Do you have to return some video tapes?
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Do you have to return some video tapes?
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Do you have to return some video tapes?
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So. Where is the psychosis? Come on, spill it. Present your charges. ("Alphabetically!")
Believe me, the cops are WAY sick of being called to deal with Kuczi, and you know why?
A prescription for Abilify - antipsychotic medication - was kind of a red flag.
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Project Looking Glass: eat your fucking heart out. I told you I was coming to get them, and I fucking well did, now didn't I?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCDIYvFmgW8
When all of all y'all put yourself back together again, I have one request: rename yourself "Project Humpty Dumpty," and huddle up around the water cooler the next time my name (KUCZI, learn to spell it) comes up, because... before making any moves, you dig?
You're all gonna wanna pour yourselves a long tall glass of shut the fuck up. Have a couple. DRAIN THE BARREL. Christ. You People have no idea what you've done... because now, you've not just made me alert, you've also made me happy.
There's no telling what I might do next. Rawr. Now, go on, shoo. Go have a nap in the future, maybe you can dream about what I'm gonna do tonight, and when you ever do in fact wake up (if that ever happens, yawn) you can pay the credit bureau for all the champagne I'm gonna need to christen all these valkyries that are lining up outside my motel window.
It's not the "Bates Motel." It's HOTEL VOLCANO, MOTHERFUC--*click*
You tell them, babe! 💋 🤣
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I haven't heard this one yet. I've been busy a lot, I missed it. Thanks! Seems pretty goddam relevant.
FULL DISCLOSURE: I haven't called any police or other agency for assistance. But, I assure you, by this point, I have responded to their inquiries plenty, fully answering their questions, and closing with, "I have no idea, and, I would prefer not to make anything get worse." And, I don't think I have.
I really don't think my friends who have, by now, expressed concern to Authority as to how I have clearly been abused, are anyone to blame for erring on the side of caution. I'm sure that things have looked terrible for me, from the outside, and at times, in fact: they have been, at times, horrific. I literally saw the woman begin to try to claw her own eyes out, which is something that I had heard can happen and as I saw it start to transpire, I knew I had to take steps at that moment. And I did so. Gently. Listen, don't believe me, look it up, this is what can happen in such a situation. In the past I have seen somebody cut their own leg open. I didn't know that could happen then. And I wasn't involved directly in that situation. And there were other people there.
It was in my own house, in my own bedroom, we were there together alone, what was I supposed to do, just stand there and watch her drive her own thumbs into her own eyes? Yeah, no problem, happy to go to jail for three nights to avoid that outcome. I was also happy to go to jail and stay there while she stayed home. I'm sure she would not have enjoyed jail either. Not like me, I was left alone to sleep. I didn't have a kid coming in 2 days for a visit. I already warned relevant parties that I might be going away for a while—call it a precognitive vision, there was obviously something being planned behind my back.
HAPPY HANUKKAH HORROR PICTURE SHOW.
(I can assure you that there are those out there who would hope that we both die. A murder/suicide would make some of these people happier than a pig in slop. I'm sure I will be forgiven if I come out as being in opposition to this outcome—and, I have.)
Also, there were concerns from some that I was dodging taxes or laundering money or being unknowingly manipulated by hidden bad actors—and some of those concerns have clearly proven themselves to be a legitimate concern.
Like, wow. WOW! The shit I have seen. Wow. I am amazed at what some people thought they could get away with.
I am a Divinely Ordained being, and I am a Discordian Pope—but I'm not The Pope. You fuckers wanna hide behind a pointy hat... you best pick another goddam shiney dome. I am a human being, motherfucker, I'm not a clown in a tax shelter handing out shredded lawsuits.
It's cool that some of you noticed that I was in a position to do that though. But trust me, know me, believe me; I can barely boil water to make tea for myself at this point, I don't have the cognitive capacity to dodge taxes myself, let alone help anybody else. And that's on record.
Dari: other video is marked private. I assume you know this and you're giving me a subtle signal that something isn't my business. Well thank God something isn't. I'm running out of thumbs, they're running out of plums, and there's all these pies stacking up in the hallway.
You know come to think of it isn't lasagna a kind of a pie? Lettuce, consider.
I'll give you the link. Call me. 💋
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Project Looking Glass: eat your fucking heart out. I told you I was coming to get them, and I fucking well did, now didn't I?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCDIYvFmgW8
When all of all y'all put yourself back together again, I have one request: rename yourself "Project Humpty Dumpty," and huddle up around the water cooler the next time my name (KUCZI, learn to spell it) comes up, because... before making any moves, you dig?
You're all gonna wanna pour yourselves a long tall glass of shut the fuck up. Have a couple. DRAIN THE BARREL. Christ. You People have no idea what you've done... because now, you've not just made me alert, you've also made me happy.
There's no telling what I might do next. Rawr. Now, go on, shoo. Go have a nap in the future, maybe you can dream about what I'm gonna do tonight, and when you ever do in fact wake up (if that ever happens, yawn) you can pay the credit bureau for all the champagne I'm gonna need to christen all these valkyries that are lining up outside my motel window.
It's not the "Bates Motel." It's HOTEL VOLCANO, MOTHERFUC--*click*
I'm outside 🤣💋
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A prescription for Abilify - antipsychotic medication - was kind of a red flag.
DONT knock it until you've tried it, bruh. You could use a small dose yourself. Ask Azz.
💋D
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You could use a small dose yourself.
[...]
💋D
I -was- quite tempted to try it. However--I gained more intel by handing back the sealed bottle, than I would have by taking a single dose--and I knew in my heart and my cockles, all the way down... it just wasn't the right dope for me. Call it my spider sense or whatever--TINGLING. The later announcement of the class action lawsuit for those who had taken it and experienced an increase in likelihood of increasing risk-taking behavior... yeah, well... hrrm. I'm glad I sat down and thought it over.
I think I take risks quite well, actually. Dosing up to make me more likely to gamble... hrrm. Let me get my drink on, and my smoke on, and maybe do a little gambling, and I'll think it over.
That being said, if anyone has any drugs that they can share with me, give me a call. I've got a few days before Court, and it's a fuckin' lock anyway.
Let's LIGHT IT UP WHOOOO--oh, wait, I need a nap. I'm soooo old now. Sob, bluh.
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https://youtu.be/snKDmQJqQ1E
I'm outside 🤣💋
I'm inside.
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https://youtu.be/snKDmQJqQ1E
I'm inside.
I'm yours! 🤣
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DONT knock it until you've tried it, bruh.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6EefPcht54c
You could use a small dose yourself.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5R682M3ZEyk
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How is this for staying current?
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Perhaps, perhaps—PERHAPS—barely largely adequate.
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I'm inside.
Okay now I'm out. I liked your podcast by the way. I wish I had a cool wizard uncle. I agreed with every word he said.
Today (in honor of Saint Patrick) I'm going through my phone and blocking all the thugs. Since you're not in my phone it shouldn't be a problem but I wanted to let you know in case people started complaining to you about me, which is apparently a thing that happens on this rock.
You're never going to fucking come across with that fucking methaqualone, are you? We are talking threshold doses here, Sirrah. I AM DISAPPOINT.
That being said, I can't imagine the pressure you're under. I'm thinking of the... which witch was it, that fell under the house in The Wizard of Oz? was it the West or the East, which, I forget?
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That being said, I can't imagine the pressure you're under. I'm thinking of the... which witch was it, that fell under the house in The Wizard of Oz? was it the West or the East, which, I forget?
East!
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East!
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West!
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West!
West had flying monkeys and got melted by water. East was squished under Dorothy's house. We only see her feet in the movie.
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West had flying monkeys and got melted by water. East was squished under Dorothy's house. We only see her feet in the movie.
🤣 when in doubt go North! Nice to meet ya. 😊
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Happy Spring Equinox, My AzzWorld Family! ;D :-*
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Happy Spring Equinox, My AzzWorld Family! ;D :-*
Right back at you. Looks like—it's going to be a real gasser this year.
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Nice to meet ya.
It is good to organically meat.
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Happy Spring Equinox, My AzzWorld Family! ;D :-*
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☄️🔥
https://youtu.be/HKwfRkpBnKY
Azz’s rant about Rubini toward the end reminded me of this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSg3fU9XWow
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"Mental illness is prevalent among ex-BellGabbers." Azzerae
“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” Cheshire Cat
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"Mental illness is prevalent among ex-BellGabbers." Azzerae
They are... all completely crazy if they think that DARPA and Premier Radio are going to let any of them get out of this place alive.
Besides, class is not dismissed.
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How about now?
A 12-minute promo video. What are you promoting? Something entertaining??
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How about now?
Even more loathesome and unlistenable the second time around. It's amazing, it's like he was trying to recreate The Producers script in a lightning bottle.
My heart goes out to them—and it will return, and then it will go on. I had it beaten into a boomerang.
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What are you promoting? Something entertaining??
I'll admit: it's nice to hear what it sounds like when somebody else is playing ball for a change.
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Life does not get much better than this. Wew lad. Okay, Azz: I will be sure not to do the thing that you implied that I did, that I never did, and then, you'll... what, notice? Pfft.
Honestly, can't they just hire you to demolish Venezuela again? The collateral damage over here is starting to spill out onto the frontage roads by the Interstate. This can't go on unchecked for much longer... right?
Well, by all means: check.
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I love this guy! It's too bad the one time he emailed me it was a spoof email telling me that you had killed yourself. Kind of a downer, if you want me to tell you the truth. Sorry about your friend. That sucks.
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Even more loathesome and unlistenable the second time around. It's amazing, it's like he was trying to recreate The Producers script in a lightning bottle.
My heart goes out to them—and it will return, and then it will go on. I had it beaten into a boomerang.
How cathartic of you. 😍
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see you at discovery, Brainiac
Top right, Fuckerhead. DO IT.
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from: Michael Kuczi on April 22, 2022
How is nearly an hour of content (a_promo)? I don't understand your filthy, excoriating world.
Because it might not correlate exactamente with your own "filthy, excoriating world"?
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Because it might not correlate exactamente with your own "filthy, excoriating world"?
No, it's because my parents were married and I can read books. And, I have.
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No, it's because my parents were married and I can read books. And, I have.
This was perhaps not the accurate statement that anyone came here to see -- but it is the one that one may take a key takeaway to take The Key from.
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Why is Jackstar making any contact with David Rubini
I'm not just a diplomat, I am a naughty diplomat, and if there are any other diplos at the level necessary to handle his corner of the barstool, well, they probably do it quite a lot while I am not there to see, which is all the time, since I've never been there. In any event, on many occasions --as well as at present-- his number is blocking my number as well as vice/versa.
Jack is literally out in the open conspiring with Rubini front and center.
Objection! Calls for speculation as to the purpose and meaning of life, as well as, having a conversation.
These are the ravings of man who is obviously unhinged.
I prefer imaginative, eccentric, and/or totesconcupiscent. I love this part: "you fuckin' nut! goodbye!" *clickspurt* That's not working with him, that's not racial slurs, you salty hangin' chunk of extra-overflowly hot Chinatown treasure twat, that's me using a sandbox zone to process creative energy. Now, why Rubini released those VMs to you, I cannot say. I didn't tell him to send them to you. I didn't ask for attention. That's just what I was babbling at the time, that time being, I was trying to call someone to talk and have a conversation and while I also record voice notes to myself in another app, sometimes I also call the man, the legend, the #Co-Legacy: 1-800-DVR-DNR5. (Mostly I call him to tell him what isn't your business about mine, Capetown Juicebox.)
We're both artistes. Fuck off, Metthew. God, you're such a totesbulldog. Grrr. Ruff! RUff! Arrrgh!
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Top right, Fuckerhead. DO IT.
I take this back. This was wrong of me to think, to post, and to say out loud, to myself, in the mirror, every morning while playing with myself and asking my breakfast if today is the day I should be taking a shave before, or after my shower.
Which, by the way, has to go. I want a sauna. Therefore, I will have a sauna. Must remember how to Google how to abduct contractors in the morning.
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Harassing people is not creative expression, Jack.
Well, it is when you do it.
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Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
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There's nothing tragic here. I don't see what the problem is with anything. I've always had no friends and nothing going on and nowhere to go and not usually going to jail for a living days for nothing but whatever it was a nice change of pace compared to her cooking, and I'll see what the disappointment is like I didn't believe these people wanted to have a relation with me anyway and now we don't and they didn't take too much of my stuff and then I'm here alone which is fine so what's the tragic part and the comedy is hilarious because it was all such a big waste of time if only people that actually talk to me they probably would have actually succeeded and they wouldn't embarrass yourself and I wouldn't know what a bunch of rat bastards they are. And how is this not been looked at yet it's 5 months later and
.. like I'm just going to assume that nobody actually wants to find out what actually happened, and that's okay with me since I know that I won.
I also know that there's a lot more complicated things going on here that's not being addressed to tear and so it won't be. I don't actually need the public on this.
And I did do what I came here for, so... really that's about it.
They tracked you down and they intercept you before I can find you because they knew the house was and they looked at my past history and you were the vulnerable Target and they copied you and you thought it was perfectly reasonable to take a house in the circumstance god no wonder.
I got to go. This is ridiculous. Am I supposed to be unhappy about anything ever again? Tell me more about how I let you all down, lol
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Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
I thought that as called sewerside. lol
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I'll be sure to have the monkeys talk to the poop next time before you throw it at my outline on the walls.
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OK. This is it. This is the big moment.
I'm gonna listen to whatever this is now. I would assume this will be an integrative moment. Like, I have no idea what the shape of things to come will be, and, I am already totesmolded into whatever it is the ideal shape to move forward into it. Now, why my car being left in a ditch with two quantumly entangled names (like seriously, I can't make this shit up myself , this plan is, uh, pretty homosexual because reasons) is somehow the "optimal" configuration for what is upcoming has gotta be one (1) cool answer to be looking forward to. I like that part, figuring out what is coming up and not having a clue. It's usually pretty easy, and I prefer it when it is hard.
It's not gonna be the same without someone here to listen to me laugh, but somehow I shall endure this shattering emotional experience and its "wizardry." Now, that's a game.
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OK. This is it. This is the big moment.
I've never been so goddam happy to have been celibate in my whole life. For one thing, that's been very satisfying in its discipline to maintain, and, for another, I am having a vision of what my fate would be at this moment.
Anything other than right where I am would be a nightmarish, living Hell. Whew. My compassion for everyone now is truly boundless.
Sounds like it's a jungle out there. I remember what that's like. Azzerae’s descriptions are really... taking me back.
I really am quite embarrassed, about, oh, so many things, one or two quite in particular. I want you all to know that. Every minute, every day. I'm just carrying it well. Practice.
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https://youtu.be/adJYeOLet7A
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https://youtu.be/adJYeOLet7A
Kick shit at R_____ and he just makes a bigger dung ball. The toxic waste dump he calls a forum is wholesale embarrassment. And he takes PRIDE in imagining others wading through the personal diarrhea. No wonder J_______ is always taking a shower.
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Surrounded by controversy wherever he goes
Even into the can. Imagine the smell. Ugh, and then let this sink in: I don't like it at all, but I bet LBJ did, and fuck that g+y.
Meantime, consider Fenugreek.
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Methinks there is far too much faith in the medical profession
BTDT
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No doctors No surgery No stitches No antibiotics
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Methinks there is far too much faith in the medical profession
A profession that is rather dysfunctional at the moment.
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A profession that is rather dysfunctional at the moment.
eyedove eww/ewe/mej
Here is your penis/birthday/cake/jew/n(Π)^4
A pro
Whore.
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No doctors No surgery No stitches No antibiotics
No Templeton.
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Methinks there is far too much faith in the medical profession
I can head over, and take a few standardized tests to prove that I am not an MD, that won't take long, I let my mother's bladder get full to nearly bursting, not just because I am reasonably distractible semi-autonomous savant, but also because I failed to take such simple courses as: Anatomy 101, Bladders 101, C. Crane Co. Catalog CUNT 101, and Mrs. Paul (CUNT 102).
Oh, the recording I could do. Sure, it's right here. It's for you. In the neurosphere. Where my Pixel 3a is, Pixel 6, and Samsung A22 are. One of them is not like the others, that's right, the Pixel 6 is still behind bars. In the cooler. Jail, little jail bitch. Boom. BOOM. (You gotta really sell it.) BOOM I COMMAND THEE BOOM SMITH! *sploosh* Grats, you managed to flush the toilet. Now soak your head. No, that's not your head, that's your portrait profile picture on the whatever-the-(PPP)-fuck-I-named-the-Pixel 6. Does it even fucking matter? How about, "Pixel"? How about, "The Best PPPPhone I Ever Had!!!" How about whatever you fucking feel like, this one is your house. I'm standing in it right now but whatever, it's got a nylon net and a bunch of broken parts and artichoke hearts scattered all over the place, and is that a skateboard? Good, we can bury him with it. (Thud!) That's his fucking bird body. No, you're not a bitch, and that's not a bunghole--now start shoveling snow out of that shallow, unmarked grave while I fuck this bird's booty with a pair of shotgun blasts and blow that shithouse door wide the fuck open. *CRASH* Sweet! Is it time for a lasagna lunch? Oh, no, it's just this fucking glass aquarium that's been there since you fucking dumped it here and now you're wandering around in jeans and whatever the fuck else those clothes are called, what is tit, no, what is teat, nevermind, Jesus jumping into an aquarium Christ, do you fucking mind? All that splashing around, you're liable to be, well... liable. Check out these tables of figures (rolls in from camera left) oh those are David's collection of Animatronic Ken Dolls. (booted out to camera right) Careful! You might break one! Yeah, fuckin' try me. With a K. God, you're a simpleton, but this one, is a complex ton of little boy dolls with tiny tattoos of little anvils and hammers etched onto the tippity-tops of the anal bum crack about five point five inches due north of the anus. Watch for the telltale sign of the Brown Star Captain--it's a hat that floats lazily down from the sky when it finds a head it can land on that isn't going to record this, or not let it finish, or make bullshit threats referencing Google Anal Ticks, then it suddenly starts spinning like a flying saucer, zips its way down to the weed store down on Hwy 2, doesn't buy any weed, fucking buys some fucking crystal, and then comes zooming back up to land with a splash in the aquarium. Oh, look! It brought a ladybug. (Fork.) That just died. Awww, shucks.
It's evidence, they say. I would scream bullshit, but for the following; I saw one of her husbands dressed as an officer - NOT a thug, NOT a pig, NOT a fireman - and the resemblance is a bit spooky. I saw him twice. The second time was an arrest. He was nervous. He was also high. I had to help him arrest & cuff me both (2) hands! This was the whites-off-his-eyes Rollerball Eyes guy. I forget his name. (No I don't.) His name is FUCK YOU CHARLIE (No it isn't.) Badge#M.PAULCUNT103. Basically legit. Maybe his day job. Which is right before his night job of putting Pixels Sixels behind bars. And I guess this one is evidence, because it connects to my cloud. Our cloud? TIMECLOWN.
So, I'm reluctant to just drop trou and start fucking something noisily, I mean the microphone is right here. Oh boy how D. Here it is. Mike. mic. This is the_moment. Okay, I'm spent. Slit my wrists and cut my balls off. Wow. Nice cut, Doc. Is that a scalpel shaped like a miniature wolverine? Actual. Well, I'll be. Does it have an actual miniature tongue? Oh, give that little guy a stick of butter, he'll be happy for hours.
HOTFIX: The Hour Of The Time Is At Hand. I know, I'm bored too. It's only half way through the year. So she was here, and while in no mood or interest for... oh, this is still... well, too bad. No interest. Fucking Level Zero Almond Acid (hey, guess what, never actual, actual acid, and hey further guess what, you're blacklisted CBANGC -- yeah, that sucks, huh? Ouch. Here, have a seat, I can hold your hair while you piss and wail and cry, you little fuckin' girl fucker, fuckin' way, way, way too many girls, uh, yeah. You're grounded. And burnt. And that other thing. JACKED.) I am never taking dose with that woman Kumquat or that fruit G-Rape or that girl idk and... I forget... oh yeah, Carl & Mrs. Carl Paul, congratulations kid! I hope you enjoy your wedding! It's over, GTFO. Yeah. FU ROT. Not one fuckin' dose huh? I hate what you have done to yourself, but mostly I hate what she did to you, because you have to deal with Me. Now. TELL,WILLIAM FROM KRYPTON: HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW? HOW ABOUT PRISON? BEAUTY SMARTS.
So, about this Azzcast. Seemed hurried. Seemed rushed. Seemed bourgeoise and in fact was. Weak. Punyling newsflash, each with its own ittty-bitty flashbulb. *punyclick* Nice pony! *punyclick* nice beaver. *punyclick* Nice beaver riding on a pony. Oh, wait, no; that's Mrs. Paul. Niiiice beaver. Now. Where are we? I just canceled my goddam sub to your sub-dam G-d podcast archive.
Kick shit at R_____ and he just makes a bigger dung ball.
Okay, number one, yes, numbers 2-4, roll them all together first. There's your dung. There's your ball. Just (1) one? Aww. There are many like it, but just one just like it, and if you find that one we'll be just like a family again for real. (Oh, I would have to leave. I don't belong in families.)
The toxic waste dump he calls a forum is wholesale embarrassment. And he takes PRIDE in imagining others wading through the personal diarrhea. No wonder J_______ is always taking a shower.
I'm not though. I'm spending a year exquisitely filthy for "fuck off" reasons. Wish me luck, I'm going for Irish Spring Fever Blisters RISE.
Meanwhile on the actual forum, it's pretty sedate. Out of the ten first page links, 9 are just links. One is a ... I don't know or care. (Natural configuration.) And they have some text, and some hexadecimals, and keycodephrases right there on top. (Force Natural configuration). None of this shit means anything to me. Don't know the authors or the links or the titles or nothing. I don't even have a login. Can't do it. Won't do it.
I can't even see it. I closed the browser. I don't have anything going on and nothing is doing and there isn't going to be, either. I was doing all those wild, run-on paragraphs on SMS because I felt it had to go out in spurts, rather than a long letter all at once.
(The shower scene was boring. I've never seen her climax before, and still haven't. She was faking. She looked like she could give a shit. Sitting on one of the corner pedestals, I approached from the garden where she had been doing something stupid like it was gonna mean something some day--it's a net, whatever, over the peacocks place, and now it's all blown down and rent asunder. Because wind. And no one has been here for months. And I'm not gonna fuck around with all that netting and junk sticks and spare furnishings and put up a goddam net for your fucking birds. She is this time, though, she's wandering around hootin' and hollerin' and climbing ladders and knocking down tentpoles and screechin' and grabbin' for stray lengths of straw plastic. Once in a while she shrieks, "can you help me please!" and I think, sure, I'm getting hot just thinking about coming down from Timewave Zero and grabbing those fucking garden shears and seeing how far I can get them into my fucking eyeballs. Why not? Then you could eat dinner. Instead I just stand there looking blankly mostly so I don't have to put up with the agony of putting on a facial expression that doesn't start with "agony of" and it's a neutral transition point to start from to get to "move arms around somehow so as to suggest I can't use them to touch her, at all, because she's so fuckin' hot from just thinking about coming down that I don't want to get any on me. Eeeww. Gross. She's all leaning wildly over on this rickety ladder leaning up against a tree, and she's leaning her torso down and --hang on... thinking (finger temple gesture) got it! hot.-- hot thinking about it, thinking about it... no, I'm not going to lay even one finger on you. You're married. Go fuck your husband. That's your job. I'm not here for that. I don't even want to be here. Oh look it's your ass again. SEEN IT. Oh, does it wiggle? (*with great, heavy heaving effort fielded*) That's a waggle, whatever, SEEN IT. (wrongactually) What? Nothing that's just what my eyes do when they've been fed out through my pulmonary tract with sticks and leaves and little bits of fuzzy twine through my ass'n'anal sphincters and back up and around my nostrils and their associated lids... you know, just for the flair.
For these fucking birds. Oh, she and I aren't fucking. Fuck no. I could give a shit what she looks like, and while usually never so could she--she is really selling it. Oh, yeah, I'll have what she's having alright. I don't even fucking care. Pat it down thinking hot on the side of your big badass ass and ride it all the way to town and find another fucking stranger to kiss her ass with--I mean, then you could dinner. (Unless I decide to get really H AF for days beforehand, so I can arrive right on time to spike the fuck out of the entire opportunity, for reasons which should be obvious to all, but, especially to you, because, YOU NEED TO GO TO REHAB YOU MANGY HOOR!! WHAT THE FUCK! *CRASH* I parked the car here so I can read these texts I sent to you on your birthday "Where are you?" "share location" "fuck you rot" *click* okay, now back to Julia Child's Theater Mutual Masturbation With 3 Cheese Lasagna That Used To Be 5 But We Accidentally Used A Little Magick (Santo Paulo hopes you die in a fire) So We Demand Two (2) Of The Cheese Just Man Up And TAKE IT oops One (1) Cheese Died, Looks Like Totes Voluntary Tongue and Toes Swallowing With Some Random G-y(s) Come , Now How Did That Get In There? (Straws.) Through the shields? (Where you go all the fucking time, you don't get shields. Here, have some *straws* shoved at you, you can probably--yep, they went down, got hot, hot rails with your minor child already, right? Oh, no, that's not a child, that's a caterpillar of salt.) And, hey, uh, about those shields... you don't actually think very much of them. (Miss Piggy: C'est Moi???) Oh, no, not you, Missy... HER. The credentialed Pirate Cruiser Bruiser over there down on the left. Yeah, you see that? Yeah, you do... those are your moves. Now go bust them. That's your fucking job, right? Oh, no. Your job is to dance on a ladder and wiggle around like you want someone to rub your body, huh? Yean, no, you are NOT fired. I am NOT going start banging dark. No, I'm going to go brush my teeth and think about other women. Who have already started banging dark, no doubt, and if I were you, I'd fire a couple now if I were you --You know, you're "the boss"--- so that by the time they get up from falling down a flight of fucking stairs, they'll be hot for you. I guarantee it. At least HALF (0.5) of ONE fuckin' stair is gonna be HOT HOT HOT and you can... fuck, whatever it is you do while someone stands around awkwardly watching you be a person that used to be alluring but has now, somehow, not quite sure how -- become thoroughly repugnant. (Oh, I am fucking quite fucking sure how.)
When you want/puke me, well first of all, are you holding a dick? Yeah, haha, trick question, check it's ID, match the face to the other ID, and then squinch up your eyebrows and make those little crow's feet I like so much (because your fucking eyeballshit is fucking ancient crystalline secrets to get money for more smack: just kidding, its coz like, UR OLD) now call out to Raven and tell Him to tell jokes to Crow until your tear ducts bleed, and then --hey, are you writing this down? fuck you, you're functionally illiterate, Squaw, get back into Method Mode, Whore, now stop writing, no, it's too much like writhing, you might get fancy ideas that might hurt your neck a little, oh, well, looks like you've got it, even while holding four (4) dicks attached to three (3) heads, close, wrong way, no cigar for jew, you just don't get a head, Sourceror, you'll have to share out of the others, DON'T ARGUE BE NICE DON'T BE AGRESSIVE OMG HE'S JEKYLL HE'S GOT A NEEDLE LIKE I USED LAST NIGHT BUT THIS ONE IS MINE IN HIS HAND *bloody tear ducts explode* HE'S USING MUTLIPLE NEEDLES THAT'S IT YOU'RE GOING TO JAIL WAIT LET ME FINISH THESE DICKS FIRST *stabs them all in the port*, go out to the Pet Sematery I'm building out back near where you found that spike you used with some other g-y, and start digging around in the burial mounds until you come up with a largely fresh but still pretty much mostly dead'n'bloated pussy, and do whatever the fuck (You) want with it. Then, write that down, and we'll hire an actor to read your dead'n'bloated pussy's lines, and you can just... Be Yourself. On the side. Trying to read your lines. Can you read? Sure. What is this? A book. No. It's a clock. What time does it say it is? *WHAM-WHALE* It's time for you to pick up that HAM WHOVEL and bury me -- oh! hi! I'm your New Pet Whale! I enjoy getting a little older every fuckin' second, but still not quite old enough to *RUSH* JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY ah, there it is, here we go: I'm your New Old Pet Dead Whale (and sometimes Blood Pet Richard Starducks Duckstar) -- now pick a grave you want me to die in (fuckin' all_is_one of them, I just fucking bet) and start fucking burying me in it, C-Witch. I'm about to come running any second now, because, of course you've already got me so hot by going so down all those many times, and of course I've been running all over the goddam place, just like today, and the day before, and the previous three months before that, oh, and, where is butttonface? Oh, right, wearing it inside your panties. Again. Sure, makes cents, whore. Remember to account for your taxes after taking your after-tax discretionary stationary spending too, whore too (2).
I'm using The Wordwhore's favorite whore word, whore, tooTOWERmuch. I'm not compensating for something, I think I actually found the right balance of whoredom and free Willy. So this broadsword carrying lady, right? Here's her plan. Get this, it's one in a million. She wants to, get this, she WANTS to get knocked up first time first thrust first ACTUAL (pat. pend.), which is, I daresay, kudos-worthy.
Then, and this is the masterstroke, she wants to immediately bunny-hop to broadsword carry lady #2 Edgeworld, and form a tender, caring, lasting, loving, did I say tender? yeah, next: cinders-centered LTR, which, uh, says here, "A Doctor named Bruce; Unspecified." I guess I can kinda see where s/he|T's going with this. Sounds wonderful. What do you need from me? Oh. No. Yeah.
NO. You don't have enough Soup Haven complimentary black raspberry & golden rod stick incense sticks. Not just to cross The River Styx, but also, just enough. You need more. *wiggles fingers at rod stick incense* Black Haven Lodge: our Raspberry Soup will taste like we burned shitloads and shitloads of smokey sooty slutty-smeling incense cones in with the pre-boil pre-rasp cheesecloth bag stuffed with dried tea and tea tree leaves that you forgot all about the very first time it was mentioned. Cool. Yeah. It really is. /sleep\
NO: You're not getting any. Withheld. Present Then Bury. Arms, dollface. A/TheHatchet, Dr Dollar Bill. THEN, LIVE.
THEY GO LIVE. I see. Rewind then, you're saying? Sure you wouldn't want... HEHE FAST FEFE HEHE FUCKING FAST FOR WARDS... first? (Y/N?)
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How cathartic of you. 😍
I've never been so goddam happy to have been celibate in my whole life. Now here's Pom’s Facebook Friend with his deleted Tom. “Hi, I'm pornography. I'm going to delete (O).” *gasps* (P)
BRANDON SAYS HI
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There's nothing tragic here. I don't see what the problem is with anything. I've always had no friends and nothing going on and nowhere to go and not usually going to jail for a living days for nothing but whatever it was a nice change of pace compared to her cooking, and I'll see what the disappointment is like I didn't believe these people wanted to have a relation with me anyway and now we don't and they didn't take too much of my stuff and then I'm here alone which is fine so what's the tragic part and the comedy is hilarious because it was all such a big waste of time if only people that actually talk to me they probably would have actually succeeded and they wouldn't embarrass yourself and I wouldn't know what a bunch of rat bastards they are. And how is this not been looked at yet it's 5 months later and
.. like I'm just going to assume that nobody actually wants to find out what actually happened, and that's okay with me since I know that I won.
Your face is tragic.
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No Templeton.
No Templeton? Chrysler Impala? Like a rabbit pulling his own ass out of a hat.
(https://i.postimg.cc/t4FtrvkP/The-Rabbit-Magician.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/Hrsyn2fs)
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No Templeton? Chrysler Impala? Like a rabbit pulling his own ass out of a hat.
(https://i.postimg.cc/t4FtrvkP/The-Rabbit-Magician.jpg) (https://postimg.cc/Hrsyn2fs)
My name is Knig**Paladin WORTHAUGER (KUCZI-Clas.), And if you want me to describe magical workings in plain English on the open web, I'm going to have to let you show me a little leg first. (Standards.) *grunts* jackrabbit king of bad/vag/bage — at your service. (God is good, the game is not_God, GOD & PLAY)
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My name is Knig**Paladin WORTHAUGER (KUCZI-Clas.), And if you want me to describe magical workings in plain English on the open web, I'm going to have to let you show me a little leg first. (Standards.) *grunts* jackrabbit king of bad/vag/bage — at your service. (God is good, the game is not_God, GOD & PLAY)
Like Kid & Play? ???
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No Templeton?
I'm not particularly high on anything right now, I know that's important to some of you out there, and you all think that I'm a liar, and you're ready to break down the door in a minutes instant if I start doing any kind of wiggly gestures, but these days if I had a witness to some Whitley gestures I'd be picking Shannon. Now I don't know what a Whitley gesture is but it sounds cool. Fuck I forgot to write him and I'll get around to it maybe stupid authors dumb telephones SLANDERETTE NO. 1 WAS BLUFFING
BLUFFING
BLUFFIN’
YEAH, YOU RIGHT HE'S STUFFING THAT MUFFIN
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Like Kid & Play? ???
Brats‘ ‘N’ horse-wursted. Now along with that leg you got to show badge. Deny/Tonight at your peril.
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Brats‘ ‘N’ horse-wursted. Now along with that leg you got to show badge. Deny/Tonight at your peril.
Life is a pretty sweet fruit.
https://youtu.be/ICXdA0sFAkc
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Life is a pretty sweet fruit.
Did you get a pink one or a ruby one? For my money always go with white
Also can double as a ghoul. The versatility inherent in won one may surprise you. Like, it can answer phones. Like Siri, but with juice.
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Did you get a pink one or a ruby one? For my money always go with white
Also can double as a ghoul. The versatility inherent in won one may surprise you. Like, it can answer phones. Like Siri, but with juice.
Oh wow, man! Just reading your post makes me feel like I’m on drugs. What were we talking about again?
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Oh wow, man! Just reading your post makes me feel like I’m on drugs. What were we talking about again?
Oxytocin keypass activation codes transmitted via DNA sequences THROUGH THE FUCKIN' AIR like WonkaVision. (We are confirmed to have Chocolate Two-Bar Two-Way Tele-A-Vision + Sound Bar Breaking Through Fourth/Force Wall Functionality in the next point release. Oh, now We have your attention. Well, too bad, so sad, sorry malarkey: the next point release isn't set for in my pants and it isn't even scheduled out to fabrication. So for now: just wait.)
It does seem to work/go both (2) either (1:1) way, though. Cannot confirm, without the security component to the T-beam EmiTTer InsTalled, most of the 3D chocolate ends up being eaten along the way by Space Choco-Nagger Terminal Termites Targeted for Termination by Tinkerbell. (The Great War rages on around us at all times, Punies. Truly this is a very exciting time. Fag.)
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Oxytocin keypass activation codes transmitted via DNA sequences THROUGH THE FUCKIN' AIR like
*buys perfume, something slutty, opens bottle with teeth, dumps contents in box, and starts shoving like it's time to bust through to the stars' light above*
(It's just easier right now.)
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Oxytocin keypass activation codes transmitted via DNA sequences THROUGH THE FUCKIN' AIR like WonkaVision. (We are confirmed to have Chocolate Two-Bar Two-Way Tele-A-Vision + Sound Bar Breaking Through Fourth/Force Wall Functionality in the next point release. Oh, now We have your attention. Well, too bad, so sad, sorry malarkey: the next point release isn't set for in my pants and it isn't even scheduled out to fabrication. So for now: just wait.)
It does seem to work/go both (2) either (1:1) way, though. Cannot confirm, without the security component to the T-beam EmiTTer InsTalled, most of the 3D chocolate ends up being eaten along the way by Space Choco-Nagger Terminal Termites Targeted for Termination by Tinkerbell. (The Great War rages on around us at all times, Punies. Truly this is a very exciting time. Fag.)
Oh wow, man! I’m too thrown off balance by your words to know but am I edgy now too just from reading them? That would probably be far out, man.
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am I edgy now too just from reading them?
No. Are edgier, you be. I'm not gonna lie, you're starting to look a lot dumber the more we share comms. That has got to be just Me.
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No. Are edgier, you be. I'm not gonna lie, you're starting to look a lot dumber the more we share comms.
I’m shattered...truly shattered. I’ll be in intensive psychotherapy if you need me. :(
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off balance by your words
They're really The Words of The Triumvirate, Local No. 5757idkidgaf. Our words, in other words. In a nutshell: HOUSE WORDS.
(I'll consider it.) Master, some little punk-ass is knocking at The Door To The Sacred Chamber Of The Lawyer's Temple. May I unleash the hounds? Oh, never mind, they're licking the nutshells again. They're like animals, really. No #Restraint.
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if you need me. :(
He will.
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He will.
THIS JUST IN: more-or-less Quiet Seething
*blows imaginary smoke from tips of imaginary finger pistol barrels*
Hi, I'm Jacktar Michaelsohn. I can neither confirm nor deny that I have been to Mars... yet.
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I’ll be in intensive psychotherapy
Go for the psychokinetic upgusto.
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Hey. Is anyone here, right now?
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Hey. Is anyone here, right now?
Negative, Ghost Rider. Mind the dog.
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Negative, Ghost Rider.
You're always here.
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You're always here.
Negative, Ghost Rider. I was sleeping in my father's Lay-Z-Boy recliner, and I got the telemetry to prove it. So there.
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I was sleeping in my father's Lay-Z-Boy recliner, and I got the telemetry to prove it.
Talk about a synchronicity!
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Talk about a synchronicity!
I actually got the news last night; so I probably could bust out with it.... but I don't want to yet. I'm kind of nervous. Nerves. Synapses. Ganglions.
*tentative_polite_good_cheer_CHAMPAGNE*
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Morons on the horn, BRB or else they get ob5e55ive.
Jokes about Adolf Tea/ITtler becoming increasingly difficult to apostille on-the-fly. Must remember to Google how to get juice to learn how to take a oven that doesn't involve a joke that requires their puny God to grant them permission to comprehend things that they're normal causative capacity can't handle without being exposed to sunlight, roasted garlic, and Capris Lady Cigarettes: now available in the newsstand next to Jackstar's dick!! !
As God as my witness, I would not have told that joke if I had thought it would have meant a stampede to the lobby that would have cost people their lives, I didn't even think it would cost me any overtime with the Pinkerton's. Let alone, cost me my penis! Honestly, what's that even worth these days? At this point, I'm not even sure if I ever really knew how to use it. I'm like a virgin, who mysteriously has all these bad habits that have to be unlearnt. Now doesn't that sound tedious? As far as I know I only have one (1) habit and it's not bad at all; and even if it were bad at one point, since then it's been killed.
(By the way: all the jokes about pedophilia and anal rape, et cetera, and nauseum, and the accompanying Lee/Leia w/frequent bouts of inexplicable nausea (Ed.: sorry, el-Eh, N.Y., L.A.) were just a lead up... to get me up to practice, getting up to speed, to bridge the jump to Lightstar lightspeed... to bring back the One True Joke: POLO DOMORDIDANO THUNDERDOME HOLOCAUST DENIAL. (Crowded Audience: totesilent) What? Can I get at least a Witness to give me one (1) clap? Oh, that's right, We probably already did. Anyhoo, It’s a sensitive issue, with sensitive terms to be used sensitively, and can you really blame the jews, cuz not only did a bunch of them die (first time for some of them fucking noserferatu since before Noah; can you even imagine the line at probate court, just to throw a stick of chewing gum in the slot? It was longer than for Charo!), a lot of them had to fucking move to fucking pristine ghettos, for people who got caught with their cookies in the cookie jar, red fucking handed! (Ed.: Who knew cookies even had hands? Rastafarians.) And not only that... a whole bunch of Jews had to move to East Lebanon! *gasps of horror with a few sporadic, frisky & polite cheers scattered throughout the crowded/klown/Known/ANONbutnotIROJ/“hey fuck you buddy; this is a tumour/2Mer; it's not a hack or a hacked Haxtumor, NO!” It was a fucking disaster for everybody except for Jack and Jitler, any way you slice’n’dice it (and that's something that simply can't be said about circumcision, easily, believably uncensored... or not! (Jack Palance: back from the dead to take one (1) more final bow, cheer mate), and I have chosen The Chosen (Sup.) to dedicate My Life (My Name: "ilu"to) ti bring back both (2) kinds of censored material (country justly and/& western unjustly), one joke at a time and now I'm at The Big Fucking Cookie. And that's one big fucking oven. I just made a new word: a foven, and it's made for shovin’. No, don't clap, not right now, you might spoil the soufflé.
I hope Asuka is ready to start oiling it up. It's showtime, princess. Start getting ready to... capitalize. (My Apologies come with gifts. 1stG is cheese. (rather a lot of my gifts are made of some form of sorceress cheese, as it turns out, and I really hope you do like it, coz like, I like you t2zoo) I don't know how many gifts there's going to be, let's find out to get Her—and Tiffany Tyler and Hitler too.)
THREE BLIND MICE.
SEE HOW THEY RUN.
JAQUESTAR: COMMANDING PRESENCE, YEAH. BUT... DOES HE HAVE THE AUTHORITY? THIS IS THE REAL COMMANDER SPEAKING.
T_COMMANDER: (Gulp).
JAQUESTAR: WELL I GOT THAT DARK TRICK DOWN, YOU WANT TO SEE IF I GOT ANY OTHER ROOM?
Tb_Qb: TO BE CONTINUED.
Qq
T_Q: TABULATING VOTES. YEAH, THEN WE'LL THINK IT OVER. DUH. EOL.
God loves us. They sent us the best. I'll be happy to abide by the decision. Assuming it's done properly, with a quorum, nobody has to suck my dick; thanks.
(That's really so, as I like to look in the eyes of a volunteer, actualtotesnever a hostage, but maybe that's just Me.)
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I’m shattered...truly shattered.
THIS JUST IN: more-or-less Quiet Seething
*blows imaginary smoke from tips of imaginary finger pistol barrels*
Hi, I'm Jacktar Michaelsohn. I can neither confirm nor deny that I have been to Mars... yet.
SLANDERETTE NO. 1 WAS BLUFFING
BLUFFING
BLUFFIN’
YEAH, YOU RIGHT HE'S STUFFING THAT MUFFIN
Like Kid & Play? ???
(https://www.blackfilm.com/read/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/Kid-N-Play.jpg)
They're really The Words of The Triumvirate, Local No. 5757idkidgaf. Our words, in other words. In a nutshell: HOUSE WORDS.
(I'll consider it.) Master, some little punk-ass is knocking at The Door To The Sacred Chamber Of The Lawyer's Temple. May I unleash the hounds? Oh, never mind, they're licking the nutshells again. They're like animals, really. No #Restraint.
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You're always here.
And he always has been. :)
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And he always has been.[/s] :)
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And he always has been. :)
*SIGH* WHERE TO BEGIN QUESTION MARK WELL FIRST OF ALL PROT EWE ARE SO FUCKING FIRED STOP
SECOND OF ALL EWE ARE FIRED AGAIN STOP
THIRD COMMA LEE COMMA LEE ARE YOU WRITING THIS ALL DOWN QUESTION MARK STOP OKAY STOP YOU ARE STILL FIRED BUT MAYBE STOP STOP STOP JUST MAYBE STOP STOP STOP THEY WILL NOT CARRY OUT THEIR THREATS IF YOU STOP JUST STOP
GOD YOU ARE FUCKING CUTE STOP ELLE COMMA OH ELLE BEE STOP WANTS TO SAY A WORD STOP BUT APPARENTLY STOP THERE IS A PROBLEM WITH HER STOP STOP STOP STOP AIEEEEEEEEEEE DWINDLING SCREAM STOPS
NO TONGUE STOP WANT TONGUE BACK STOP SEE QUESTION MARK STOP IT IS HOPELESS THEY WILL ALL GIVE UP THE GHOST SOON CASPER SO HAPPY STOP AND NOW HE CAN GO PEE LIKE A REAL BOY AND YES STOP CASPER IS THE PERFECT SPOOK FREAK PHREAKER FOR YOU STOP SO STOP STOP STOP YES OK STOP KISS YOUR WIFE WHILE YOU BOTH STILL HAVE TONGUES ROLLERBALL YES YES EYES UM YES OKAY YES OTAY OTAY BUT WAIT STOP
I HAVE TO ADOPT AZZERAE STOP WHAT DO YOU MEAN QUOTE WE JUST DID STOP QUOTE THAT SEEMS AMAZING STOP WHO DID YOUR APOSTILLE STOP QUESTION MARK WHAT STOP I CAN'T HEAR YOU STOP BANG BANG BANG ON THE DOOR BABY
KNOW COLON BLOW IN THE KEYHOLE LEILOO DALLAS FIVE OH OH BANG SEA CHANGE IMMINENT BRACE FOR CULTURE SHOCK IMPACT
NICE SHOT BILL WE GOT A PLACE FOR A MAN LIKE YOU HERE WHICH IS THERE WHICH IS EVERYWHERE EXCEPT FOR WHERE THAT THING PISSED LATELY STOP YEAH I WOULD SELL THE HOUSE TOO BUT THAT WOULD BE RUDE TO THE BUYER STOP TEAMS ARE ON IT STOP TEAMS OF FROG BOUNTY HUNTERS STOP THEY ARE IN TOWN WITH A FEW MOONS TO FUCKING CELEBRATE STOP THEY BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT QUOTE GUY ENDQUOTE TO END HIS FUCKING LIFE STOP AND NOT ONLY DID I BRING HIM IN ALIVE STOP I BROUGHT HIM IN JUST FOR THE BOUNTY AND TO LISTEN TO HIM CRY STOP WHICH NEEDLELEELESS TO SAY COMMA WAS AWESOME AND TOTES WORTH IT STOP ANYWAY STOP YEAH THEY WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM OTHERWISE STOP DEADER THAN A FUCKING DOORNAIL STOP THAT IS WHAT IS USUALLY DONE STOP TO BE KIND TO LOW-VIBE ASSHOLES STOP
HOWEVER COMMA STOP I WOULD LIKE THIS FROGFUCKER TO SHIT THE TANK WHEN THEY MAKE THE JUMP TO LIGHTSTAR LIGHTSPEED WOLFRAM&HARTSPEED COMMA WHICH IS NOT THE BEST WAY TO HARVEST THAT SPELL COMPONENT STOP BUT IT IS THE MOST PAINFUL TO THAT FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCKING FROGMOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKING FUCKING FUCKER FUCKYAH THAT MIGHT BE ENOUGH FUCKS BUT ONLY ONE STOP IS STILL TOO MUCH STOP TO PUNISH COMMA PAIN IS REQUIRED STOP AND IT WILL BE WITNESSED STOP OH YES THEY ARE INSTALLING CAMERAS IN THE AQUARIUM AS WE/I/EYE IN THE SKYLIGHTS TOO QUESTION MARK GOOD IDEA STOP HOLD THE PHONE STOP THAT IS NOT A STOP SHAW IS IT STOP STOP NO DO NOT RUN YOU ARE SAFE STOP I JUST WANNA SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND I ARRANGED ALL THIS
So... that you may truly see how A Sourceror gets a Frogfucker's scat... without suspecting a Godblessed thing. Nice, eh? A little trick that Mandelbrot & Heisenberg whipped up together while they were waiting with me for Oppenheimer to come back from the (blank) with the... wait, you have no need to know this much stuff. *ahem* I love you Alli. See you soon enough, but too soon, as I haven't showered in, oh, about 34 days. /grin yeah well fuck you too, I bet I smell better than your "dead" Black Grand Lodge Master Lodge Skillet BOOM FACESHOT BOOM, eh? eh? el-Eh? Funny, right? Cartoon violence against *polite_skeptics_cough* "men" is always to be... joked/believed/yanked/fu/torfu/LAST TIME COMMA PAY US FOR ALL STOP THE KOMMIISSAR IS IN TOWN OH UH-OH
AND YES I BROUGHT MORE THAN ONE PIPER COMMA BUT ONLY ONE PARENTHESIS NUMERAL UNO PARENTHESIS PIPE AND I SOLD MY BAGPIPES FOR COMMA NOT A BAG COMMA BUT COMPUTER PARTS STOP SO I AM LEGIT STOP OH YEAH I KNOW I DO NOT DESERVE MORE PIPES STOP NO QUESTION STOP YES BUT AS I WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO DID NOT STEAL HIS KILT AND BOUGHT FOUR MORE
(Foreshadowing: Jackstar has purchased five killed/\kilts)
I THINK I AM GOLDED GUILDED BUT NOT GILLED UNDER YOUR RULE STRUCTURE LET ME FINISH LET ME FINISH YES OF COURSE TWO PARDONS TWO PARDONS ONLY WOULD BE MAX REQ I THINK I DO NOT KNOW YET STOP I WILL ASK STOP LOL OKAY BYE HAH HAH OKAY BYE
Whew. Okay that guy feels better. Okay so that_moron_way_mark does NOT have to account for this questoin, it's mine and mine alone, but I gotta know: "How many clitori does a rhino have? Answer: well if it is more two, we are all okay, but if the answer isn't one (1) clitoris... I'm going to have to spend some time in the bathroom shower closet and rethink some of my life choices. You hear?" Who was I just talking to? I FOR GET TO GET HER TO GET HER STOP YES I KNOW BUT THAT IS NOT BECAUSE YOU ARE A BAD PERSON STOP IT IS BECAUSE SHE MINDWIPES YOU STOP LOL STOP STOP STOP
That last part was Her. (bg_noise.exe RUN) It'll be fine. Kids today. I love those kids.
AND SO DO JAYMO, JAIME, JE T'AMI MI AMOUR, TE AMO, T'AMO MI AMORE... AND HE STOLE MY FUCKING AMARO. I BET HE DID THINK IT WAS HIS.
FUCKING WRONG, MOTHERFROGEGGSACK-EATING MOTHER FUCKER. YOU WERE WRONG. SO, SO WRONG.
EXECUTE SUBMIT PAUSE. (See? He didn't notice a thingy/k) MATRIX ENABLED SOL/SOUL WIDE. YOU ARE WELCOME. IT IS, HOWEVER, STILL DANGEROUS TO GO ALL_ONE, SO, TAKE THIS COLON COPY OF THE YEW ESS CONSTITTUTION CLASS STARSHIP ENTERPRISE YES THAT TOO STOP
YOU MIGHT FIND IT MORE USEFUL THAN YOU EXPECT WHEN YOU GET LONELY AND YOU WILL BE A LONE LEE. I TAG LEIGH STOP NOT IT STOP PEACESHALOM STOP (that'll keep them busy for hours with all the fucking bumping their heads into the floor. Heh heh.) exec.optional RUN PROTOCOL CALL FOR ME LE***-(break)
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SITREP FOLLOWS STOP AZZY + JACK == ROYAL PURPLE ROCK AND ROLL BLUES AND REDTASTIC GREEN LICKS STOP NO THESE ARE NOT DRUG CODES STOP THEY SURE LOOK LIKE THEM THOU THEE THINE AND SOMETIMES WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE DRUG CODES? JACKSTAR? ARE YOU THERE STOP BECAUSE THIS IS JACK MILLER HIGH LIFE STARK, AND I INVENTED MOST, IF NOT ALL, OF THE SOFT WARE YOU ARE WAREZ ING IN THIS HOT WAR STOP NO FUCKING WAR STOP YOU ARE NOT BUSTED STOP YET STOP LOL STOP JUST WHATEVER YOU DO MAKE LOVE NOT WAR AND NOT METH AND NOT XXXPR0NTASTIC PLASTIC STOP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN STOP OKAY I HOPE THAT IS CLEAR STOP HAHAHA HW KNOWS STOP YES STOP ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SO STOP STOP STOP PRETTY MUCH JUST YOU GOYS/GUYS/"GALS"/FEMS/BOTS AROUND HERE, HUH STOP AM I EXPECTED TO BELIEVE THAT? BECAUSE STOP STOP STOP I AM A MAN STOP I AM NOT A MANBABY OR A MANCHILD STOP JUST A MAN STOP WHO CAN STAND TALL PRETTY PETTY PRETTY TALL AND YOU CAN HAVE A KNIFE WIELDING NIGGGA\KNIGHT\PADDYWHACK\DOGBONE\WOOF\GOOD KITTY\HAH YOU THINK THAT IS A DOG STOP LOL STOP STOP LAUGHING? OH I CAN'T STOP STOP STOP NOW GIMME THAT MATH PLUMBING EMATICS BOOK ON EBONICS STOP
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#1.) 3g subtle-tea, not sweet tea. Better for you, better for your planET... nest pa? Yeah, you can sit on my lap but only if Hitler is not around. I'd suggest dram0-state Own Leigh doesn't work On-Line, see. Yah, and even if that did work --creepy, yet sexy, that's My Handey at work, Jesus, how hard it is to fucking make a dopeslave wash his hands at work? Oh, pretty easy, well, here's your Third.. Wife, Jackstar, and FUCK YEW2! (YEP, THREE BLIND MOUSERS.) Hi, take the bus. Next?
#2.) Typo above: (wielding) should be (S.H.I.E.L.D.I.N.G.) and fuck you, Marvel, I guaran-fuckin' TEE-TEA-TOTES EEW "yo, we're gonna gross large" TAHT, EREHT, EMIT TIME THAT IS MY HITLER STOP THE OTHER ONE THAT IS MY WIFE AND YOU ARE MY FUCKING LIFE COMMA BRO YOU CAN'T DIE COMMA
WITHOUT YOU ALL THE GRAPEFRUITS AND ALL THE GRAPEFRUIT TU-TU TREES WILL NOT MAKE THE OVER WINTER STOP
SO PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP STOP DO NOT DO ANYTHING UNUSUAL AT ALL STOP
MY FIFTH KU3 WIFE COMMA THREEVE-COMA COMMA IS A REAL FAN OF YOURS STOP YEAH SHE HAS RECONSIDERED LOL STOP YES MY MASTER STOP YES IN FACT STOP YEAH HE AIN'T HERE BUT I WILL ASK HIM NEXT TIME I SEE HIM STOP YES THANK YOU FROGSCAT FROGSCAP FOR THE FUCKING HELL OF A WIN STOP HUGE WIN STOP NICE WIN STOP GOOD WIN LAW STOP QUESTIONING ME STOP CHRIST STOP OKAY SO HERE IS THE PLAN COLON
YOU HOLD HER DOWN WHILE I POUR THE ALPHABISCUITS INTO HER MOUTH STOP SOUND FAIR QUEST STOP YOU HAVE HAD A VISION STOP WHAT IS IT STOP TIME THAT IS ENOUGH FOR US ALL STOP BUT STOP STOP STOP IN THE EAR QUESTION MAhh. Oh. Oh my goodness. Goody goody GUMDROPS STOP COVID NINTEEN WITCHES WITH CANDY STOP NICE HEADLINE STOP YES OF COURSE THERE ARE RODENTS HERE, those crazy broads have been breaking rank FOR WEEKS and they all thought they would port-in kill/fuck/rape/scopo/marry Me/me/ME rite right? Yeah, they -arrive- as rodents with -ZERO- LEVEL -ZERO- opportunity to even make a saving throw. Fuck 'em? I can't even catch 'em. They're rats, Christ. Probably crawling with...
DUN DUN DAAAAAAH
ECHOING: BUBONIC PLAGUE DETECTED KLAXON ALARM MASTER WHAT SHOULD I DO STOP IT I CANNOT MASTER
YOU TOOK MY THUMBS LAST TIME, FUCK YOU MASTER, THIS JOB SUCKS STOP
Yeah, so, haven't done anything besides let the rats outside. (Surprsingly, they have seemed reluctant to return... to the wild. No call? Yeah, I know how that feels. WILD POON/TEEN/TANG ORANGEY/TIMEY/LIMEY AND ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKING BANANAS. (Pfff.t. Like that would stop Us.)
YEW TREES ALL OVER THE WORLD ARE FALLING DOWN ALREADY FROM THE SHOCK OF LAUGHTER. YOU EVER SEE A TUTU TREE LAUGH ITSELF TO DEATH? WELL, OVER AT MY PLACE... WELL IT'S NOT A TREE, BUT IT IS FOREST GREEN, AND I LAUGHED IT INTO A DITCH, SEW, DEW. GO ON.
DEW IT. I WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS. ONE PULSE ONLY, YOU COSSACK SUM BITCH. LOL. LOVE TO VLAD. JACKSTAR: ROCKING OUT, EOL.
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NIGGGA
Now, I imagine a lot of blokes, thinking they're gonna stay hip'n'edgy or at least relevant when they entire the high-falutin' world of Chaos Magick--my -favorite- Kind of MagicK, Just AsK Zeus! *CRASH SLAM LIGHT FUCK YEW,TREE* See? It's fuckin' baller.
But, I'm not here to make splinters out of trunks. (Later, Baby: later.) I'm here in this post, right after making that other one, because I forgot to add #3 below/above before/after MARK COLON BLOW OUT KANDLE.
(Pause for callibration. Not long.)
I'M GONNA SMOKE SOME ME... JUST KIDDING. HEHE. I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING---GAME FACE ON, WHY NOT? I mean, I -am- Human and we -have- Won and I AM a Sourceror... yeah, see that last one... some folks are, shall we say, "miffed." It would seem that some people alleging that they are known as "The Police" (COOL I FUCKING LOVE GORDON SUMMER THAT IS WHY I GAVE HIM THAT HAIR.) or, as some of them think they might as well be, "The Voice Of G-d," oh, is that so, you spelled it different ly and yo think you're better at spelling than Me? Okay I'll change Mine back. Half a Mo' I gotta call Maureen on the wireless. (ringtime) "Hey mo, get this, dude over here on the skullvox, he says I am not the police and he is god. Yeah. Yeah! YEAH. I know, right? could n't you just die? hahahahahaha yeah, il ove you too oh owwow lot of interefence today, which makes sense since i was perhaps tangentially involved in a_plan too... oh, right Honey, thanks. sec. (puts down phone) Okay, Mo', you there? (YESSSSS...) Wrong number." *click*
#3.)
SITREP FOLLOWS STOP AZZY + JACK == ROYAL PURPLE ROCK AND ROLL BLUES AND REDTASTIC GREEN LICKS STOP NO THESE ARE NOT DRUG CODES STOP THEY SURE LOOK LIKE THEM THOU THEE THINE AND SOMETIMES WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE DRUG CODES? JACKSTAR? ARE YOU THERE STOP BECAUSE THIS IS JACK MILLER HIGH LIFE STARK, AND I INVENTED MOST, IF NOT ALL, OF THE SOFT WARE YOU ARE WAREZ ING IN THIS HOT WAR STOP NO FUCKING WAR STOP YOU ARE NOT BUSTED STOP YET STOP LOL STOP JUST WHATEVER YOU DO MAKE LOVE NOT WAR AND NOT METH AND NOT XXXPR0NTASTIC PLASTIC STOP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN STOP OKAY I HOPE THAT IS CLEAR STOP HAHAHA HW KNOWS STOP YES STOP ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SO STOP STOP STOP PRETTY MUCH JUST YOU GOYS/GUYS/"GALS"/FEMS/BOTS AROUND HERE, HUH STOP AM I EXPECTED TO BELIEVE THAT? BECAUSE STOP STOP STOP I AM A MAN STOP I AM NOT A MANBABY OR A MANCHILD STOP JUST A MAN STOP WHO CAN STAND TALL PRETTY PETTY PRETTY TALL AND YOU CAN HAVE A KNIFE WIELDING NIGGGA\KNIGHT\PADDYWHACK\DOGBONE\WOOF\GOOD KITTY\HAH YOU THINK THAT IS A DOG STOP LOL STOP STOP LAUGHING? OH I CAN'T STOP STOP STOP NOW GIMME THAT MATH PLUMBING EMATICS BOOK ON EBONICS STOP
III.) I love that post. Now, this part, right here: I just wanna say the following...
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I made this post, I misspelled it, and I hit SUBMIT HIT HIT WITCH (AIEEE! HE KNOWS!) HIT THE NOSE 5BAM5, hey, that does feel good. Anyhooway, I'm gonna fix my own Error--and, I AM THE SOURCE OF THAT & I AM THAT I AM & ILMLAWIIAAL--so I thought I would show off and perform a stunt I get -constantly fuckin' asked about-- by Space/Grape/Alfalfa/SPROUTSHHHSQURRELSHHH/Alli, who I am not-seeking any-contact AT-with-ALL/ yeah, Detective Gunther, put down the bazooka, thanks\ she wants to know, "When are you gonna (blank) my friend???" Yeah, I know. We talk... not often. But she's fuckin' dead, right? Yeah, she's not going anywhere. LOL.
Yea sweety, it's like that. (Ed.: You see now why I was required.) Indeed. She's either down or off my fucking ship for fucking 4ever if she objects ever even once, so... yeah, trust me, I stole a frog's French Free AirHard DieLeague Supercarrier and shrunk it down into a faggy fagstar's fucking' hollow tooth (that used to have cyanide in it, sure) and then STOLE THE WHOLE FUCKING TOOTH (yeah it's around here some place, I don't recommend actually looking, the quantum entanglement retains all of the orignal veloc---ZAP--- and those things. It's so you don't trigger the Velociraptor's Sourceror's PROTECTIVE DETAIL DIVINE DUTY PISS&PINE-DAR-SOL-THAT'S-"PINDOOR, DUMMY"... BOOM.
And that's what a pin in a door can do when it has to be fuckin' closed. Tight. Seriously Leigh, I got this. Oh, God. Fuckin' someone else tell her, lol, yeah, get Penn & Teller to do it. Only because they're smart enough to fuckin' JUST ASK ME lol, I mean... it's not a fuckin' magic trick. It's... something else. Something wonderful. Stars '^&^' Bhars. Oh, yeah, I -would- recommend telling her in a bar. Definitely. Two birds and a ton' stone. On it.
Something else too, I forget. Okay, now I am gonna fix the typo. Scusi, mille regretie. Very exciting day! Right! FUCK YEAH IN FRENCH YOU HOMOZ!!! ROCK THE CASBAH WOOOOTOTOT - *zap* Thanks, Zeus, appreciate that. (Some liberated wives more enthusiastic about their already-re-scheduled re-weddings than others.)
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-should be-
SHIELDING DIDN'T SAVE MY BLACK ASSHOLE FATHER
(Some of you know -exactly- what this means. Answer: TO COME. TO SUM. MISS YOU SLOOSH-KISS-KISS-NOW-BABY-NOW.)
If we don't have an understanding on this yet, I'm not sure what I will do. lol. I know, right? No, not that, there is something much better coming up... for example, she thinks her father... is "BLACK"? hahahuhuahughugahguahguh what's funny about hat? aughhguahguhaughaugha lol.
*polite_Sourceror's_cough* Yeah, we're good, GODWINS LAW, and sometimes I do too. What? Big finish? Fine. I DO
finish, that is. lol kek
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Scusi, mille regretie. Very exciting day! Right! FUCK YEAH IN FRENCH YOU HOMOZ!!! ROCK THE CASBAH WOOOOTOTOT - *zap*
Indeed. (Yawn.) Very exciting day. Oh, are you happy? Are you now? Really? You can't even imagine how you are yourself, and you want Me to hear all about it so I can help you find the "happy"? Yeah, hehe, it's like that, serious lye dye soap will get that right out. Solid snake confirmed. Oh, we got you safe. No, Heather isn't here, and I AGREE. I took that into consideration. YES. YES. Dude! I would fucking do it right now if it were long enough to make it through the cat5 cable, but... I mean, well I figure it probably is -narrow- enough, yeah.
Hhehe. Oh, can't remember? Yeah, that's just the cinnamon deficiency. See, you didn't even know you were obsessing because of your lack of a 'common household' spice. No, it didn't come from Arrakis. (IT TOTES DID.) Where is that? Is that.. .what, on Mars? Oh, interesting. (HE THINKS ARRAKIS IS ON MARS. LIKE IT IS A PORT CITY. JUST A NAME. JUST A CITY. AND APPARENTLY HE DID NOT HAVE A TEACHER ANGEL ACTIVATE THAT ONE. INTERESTING. LET'S GO BACK AND LISTEN TO LEILOO DALLAS, LIVE ON SATELLITE, FROM SATTELLITE, AND HE THINKS HE IS IN A HELICOPTER.
THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME.)
"So, here's what I think, I think... *sigh* Look, I have listen to a man say this same thing I am about to tell you, and that man's name is Rush Limburger... wha? No it isn't--" *CRASHZAP*
Well, not any more. I fried his cocoa-lear jet-nutsleigh-ten10-dieHardz, and with that, I think We' are all)is(good/one/WON.
And if not fuck it will do it live tomorrow. Sorceress need mageblood, badly. That's right, only place in town. Oh, yeah.
Three''ves got a lion of lying lions, ganglions on ganglions, they are LYING TO LINE UP FOR LIONS, ALL DAY NOW. Yeah, not sure. I think it must be her idea though, because... S\e IS THE PINDAR'S WIFE -&- THE TRUE WIFE OF KEYSER SOZE'S (BLANK) SUPREME, and yeah, that 'blank' is NOT "Sausage."
They don't put pigs into Hungarian sausage. Too cruel... to the Hungarian. Now, D is good. I miss A, but, I tell youtiwce, I miss A LOT OF A's. /\ teetee tut tut ten ten OMAHA.
(:rolleyes: I am not fucking high enough to properly enjoy this, but hey, you know what? Exciting day for Earth's Puny population, NEST PA? Yah.
For me: another same ol' day at work. Oh, except I get to work extra hard, get paid EXACT same wages, and completely blow my meatsuit's cover, NOW & FOREVER MORE AT THE BATTLE OF MATHEMATICS AND .. fuck, if I knew it, it's gone. Look, brain is -tired.- I can push it, but for what?
Tell you what, tell the "Make A Wish" foundation that I'll just have someone start negotatiang with (X-Them) and get you a New Verson Barbara Eden (BOTTTLE!). It might happen. Best I can DEW right now, giglgles. lol. You know what's awesome, NORAD GUNNER 55? It's simply this:
"Yeah, that does sound nasty, but I don't know that I can do that, and I don't think I can, and I certainly never would, so... yeah, nope, nothing wrong here. Anything else?"
(FUCKIN' GUNNER55 IS FUCKIN' SWEATIN' FUCKIN' BULLETS TODAY, LOL. MUCH RICH LOVE. SURE HOMO. STIL FUCKING TIRED THOUGH. ASK ONE OF MY LOVE LEES LOVELIES. OH, LOOK, THERE'S THE RAT.
IT'S QUANTUMLY ENTANGED WITH -ANOTHER- RAT. GUARANTEED. YEAH, SO, NO RAT POISON, NO RAT RELEASE... AND, NO, I AIN'T KISSING ANY OF THESE RATS AT ALL --TYPHOID, BUBONIC, AND VALERIE BERTINELLI PANCREATIC FEVER+COVID, FOR STARTERS, NOOOOO THANKXX-- AND IF I DID, THE ONLY RAT I WOULD CHOOSE TO SMOOCH WOULD BE THE CROWD-PLEASING CHEESE-SQUEEZER THAT NEGLECTED.... SO, SEW NEGLECTED... TO SIMPLY DO THIS:
KHGGGB. YEP. THAT'S IT. LOL, DRAT, CURSES FOILED AGAIN. I -DO- LIKE HER! I LIKE SARAH VAL MORE, SURE, BUT WHAT CAN I TELL YOU, SARAH VAL AIN'T A FUCKING RAT, THAT'S FOR SURE, AND NEITHER AM I. (I WAS ONCE IN A 7YEAR-FLING-AFFAIR-THINGY-LURCHY-HOTTENTOTS CONNECTION WITH A RAT, A PIECE OF STRING, AND AN ANCIENT TEMPLE TO BUILD A MAZE OUT OF FROM, FOR SURE THOUGH.
AS I CAN FEEL ALREADY, THIS RELIEVES A SPOT OF TURBULENCE WE'VE BEEN HAVING (ALLI'S TWO DADS ARE TOTESALIVE, ONE JUST HAS NOT TOLD HER YET, LOL RAT MALL RAT BRAT) WHILE WATCHING THESE TWO ADORABLE KIDS FIGHT OVER THEIR FIRST REAL MAN--SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU SEEN THESE TWO? THEY'RE ACTING LIKE THEY'VE BEEN GENETICALLY ENCODED NOT JUST TO FIGHT FOR MY LOVE, BUT ALSO FOR SALVAGE RIGHTS FOR THE COMMUNITY THAT GETS TO DRAG THE TROPHY HUS-BEEN BACK TO ALFA ROMEO STARBASE ALPHA ALF, Alfalfa. (Jesus, compensate much? Wow. unglaublich)
okay i gotta ge ton my phone, Angry Johnny Jonson, they -clearly- miss me more than you do, and you bet/beta/besta your sweet ass (ONE LOOK ONLY AND IT WAS ACCIDENT, CHRIST, THESE WOMEN, THEY ARE LITTER ALLY ALL CAT BOX ACCOUNTANCY EXPERTS ON RATS AND ASSES) I -missed- you too, Ashen-Shugar. heh.
Yeh, hi Karen. -duih-. BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN
kilt. And I only got so many, and i have the dog, and I BROUGHT YOU A DOG. Not a pug. Oh, a Guild thing? Interesting. Yes, Q. Yes QUTE. lol.
No, I didn't start Q at all. THEY copied ME. I didn't even *blink* for YEARS. Yeah, they kilt 'em, kilt 'em all, right? Then, they purge the world, reset the breaker 19... and then. Two weeks later. HI THIS IS JACKSTAR QUCZI I SPELL MY NAME LIKE THIS NOW. HAHA. FUNNY, RIGHT? RITE? COME ON IT IS FUNNY RIGHT? HEY LET'S GO PLAY MINIATURE GOLD. Nah, fuck money, fuck finances, and fuck your stupid two-ball godname bullshit, TWO, right?
Let's talk about how we're gonna make anti-marry-matter-aunty-matter containment laws UN FUCKING LAW BELIEVE A BULL. See? You get it.
I'm always out in the lead on the hotbutton issues of the day, fighting the average lawyer for the sake of the good of MAN. Not "common man," FUCK YOU CHARLIE DINGO. No. MEN. I AM MAN. GET IT? GOOD. Now...
"let's talk about how I can have a wife and a girlfriend and that's not gonna get me stabbed in the RICHARD THROAT AND THEN 2(2)TWO-FISTED OFF THE STARBOARD bored VOW/BOW." Yeah, every fucking time I went in. It got so I had it memorized, yeah? And... IT CHANGED EVERY NIGHT. Drove them all fuckin' NUTS. Yeah. I WAS -that- g-y. No, I don't need to ty peflex reflex hey, ty, why can't I pee? I mean, other than that I'm standing indoors, wearing pants (shocker! HERESY! baby, heresy is -something else- and it's IN MY PANTS), and, I am pretty sure these rodents are pissing urine matters, invisible matters, right? like they aren't -real- rats. Something.
And... I am definitely Dealing Giffords Matter. Oh, yeah. Dude! I saw that OVER 3 YEARS SEARS DEERS ago. AGO. Yeah! Like, FUCKING 13 UNIVERSES BACK. GIFFORD GIFFORD GIFFORD. yEHA. (cOOL NAME hONESTLY. hanx yewE) So, check your tell-'em-aunty-M-said-there's-a-twister-but-it's just Me. This time.
However, you might be a LOT closer to Hell Zone than your instruments are reading. Yeah, China Syndrome, yeah! I'd (blank) Jack Lemmon's (ROOSTER) in a fuckin' second, hell yes. Dude! You just go throgh the motions at that 'level'. TO COMPLETION IS NOT/KNOT REQ/WIRED.
I know. Minds totes blown. I won't say Try It And Sea/See/C-SATAN-4 ICBMS? OH OKAY HEHEHE lol 0--- *ahem* I got this.
PLUTO: ATTENTION MICKEY MOUSE. WE HEAR YOU DOWN O N PLAN ET--ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT (wink)--WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN IN SHOCK CORE BROWN EAGLE TOWN? (codes standards chains)
MICKEY MOUSE: SEND MORE JACKSTARS, WHY DON'T YOU? WE ONLY HAVE ONE AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME THERE ISN'T A PLAN TO SHARE. HEHE *ZZZt* HHEE *zzz* HEHE.
PLUTO: UH... COME AGAIN? DID YOU EVER EVEN COME ONCE?
MICKEY MOUSE: NO HE COMES HERE I N MEE REEEEEEEEEEEE -- "*CLICK* wow, Uhg. Now, that's Eeeeewwww.
Not too gross though. I mean, come on Sourceror. Get it to get her? Rite. York Peppermint Patties. You -like- Patty, don't you? *sputch*
*ARCHLICH NODS AND GOES BACK TO NOD. BE NICE.*
Thanks Mom: not My Hitler, not really even close. Well, for one thing, I am gonna fuck My Hitler, and My Mother, The Archlich? Yeah, wasn't interested in sex with Her before, far, far -less- so now. (Some are actually surprised. rollereye-freaks. Still--no judge.) Mom, I know you can't actually talk or cast magic spells (HEY) and you're not an undead wizard (WHAT?) empowered by magick k-rad powers to seek JUSTICE (hah! HAH! FINALLY YOU GOT ONE RIGHT. MY POWERS ARE TO BE USED FOR VENGEANCE -ONLY-. NOW, PAGE 23 OF YOUR MOTHER'S WILL, THAT'S BEEN EXCIS--" *tax lightning*
Okay. I think things perfecto. That's Italian for "Yes, But Let Me Shower." Translation... murky. Besides, there's security conditions in effect.
And I am ONE OF THEM. SECURITY. I AM A CONDITION, IN FACT. VROOM VROOM. SQUEAL. NO, STOP HER, Jesus. Oops. Yeah, sorry, I forgot that ALL CAPS puts them into a hypnotic trance now. (btw: kudo-sup.-grade A+++. Kinda hard to watch them washing windows around here when they are all tranced out though, right? No, of course you didn't think of that, you haven't washed a fuckin' window IN_YOUR_LIFE. IN_YOUR_HOUSE. IN_YOUR HOURS.
IN_CONTROL.
IN_YOUR_OWN_TIME
IN_MY_TIME_MY SWEET-E.S.P._TIME_I_HAVE_LOVED_THEM_ALL.
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Even I don't fucking know. I thought you'd have that in Your Plan. Oh. Cool. Helen of Troy: no plan, no kidnappers... hey, who put all the servants and soldiers and sailors to sleep? Yeah, that -would- be something I would be likely to do with The Butterfly Effect. YOU'RE/YOUR G-D-DAM RITE/RIGHT.
Now, go find Matt/Matty/Matt and go blow him away. I bet he does. Well, anyway, you can practice asking him for C4 detonators like Hans. lol.
Can't wait to see it. Does it have to be in a conferance room marked (PRIVATE) that will/won't be, or is it the falling.. of course it is. om num num cylt
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(That good for the fans? and the gags? How about the balls? The ballz? Lol. THE LIBRAN HAS SURRENDERED.
HE THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK. (HERESY: HE WAS HOPING, NOT THINKING. PASS)
OKAY, JACKSTAR IS AUDI FIVE THOUGHTY/THOWTY/THOTTY-WOPSY-THUMPERDOOM/DOME/DIME-(PROT) is doing her best. That is f-f-fuckin' CUE3. KEWT PRINCESS, YOU ARE TOTESDORBS. YOU GET THE JOB, BOTTOM.
(Yeah, they're -all- scrubs. They have -no- idea. And why no (wink) they are... NOT ALL VIRGINS. (wink^dead.feint^aweigh) Yeah, merry birthday, I missed you -that- much. Call it a hunch. Oh, I'm sure there's no way we're looking at TEN UNBROKEN FIFTY YEAR OLD HYMEN-LUMEN-STAR-STARING-CONTEST, oh, no. Can't be. That's too much winning. Someone... you know, someone might get a little tired. *gasp! NAP! /wears my pills\*)
Blessed be To The Prime Tree. And we thank him for His Sacrifice, Our Bee Kept Man TADPOLE... *frogscat hits boiling temp in: T-minus* dude, you really poisoned Mark's cat? You fucker.
Shit, now I really did wanna kill you. Wew lad. Good thing I have no idea where you and have a much better idea. (*sudden fearsccent fills the room*)
okay, same plan, right? Except, don't boil him.
JUST FILL THE TANK WITH HORSESHOE CRAB. LOCK THE DOORS---TIGHT. TICH. NICHT. EINS. NOW, LIGHTS OUT--UND KEINE EIER.
(Do it just like that, I GUARANTEE you, Tea Party Winners... you will -not- be disappointed with the results. Best part is, I don't have to come back to resurrect him, S/e will do It Itself Then... like I said. Just watch. MEGA attitude adjustment. Fr'real. totescertittude, love. And if he isn't improved enough, I'll just (RA law DOGPISS IN RATS? NOPE, not here... and, they're gone.) handle him like I just handled that invisible robo-HK. Yeah, the shields are that good. My shields, that is, I mean, what would I even need a helicarrier even for? No, no: that's for (You).
I have a flying car pet. Flying MY CAR (ANIMAL:pet). Shhh. Don't spoil the surprise. :)
I mean, some of it still is 2 MEs. Wait, WHAT? I thought I hav.. Oh, okay. thanks B, cya. (love that kid)
HOTFIX: THAT ONE FROM BEFORE, I FORGET. IMP IT. TY.
HOTFIX: JEWEL(S)(5) YEAH. LOL. SHE'LL BE HAPPY. IT IS NOT A PROBLEM AND SIBERIAN WOLVERINES IS A VERY FINE NAME FOR US AND NOT_THEM.
HOTFIX: SHUT DOWN ALL JACKSTAR SCION/TAX_WHIPS_/ORANGE_WHIPS/DUCK_WHIPS ON THE DETENTION LEVEL, GIVE ALL THE OPS THEIR WALKING PAPERS AND A HUUUUGE FIAT RELEASE BONUS, UNLOCK THE DOORS TO EVIDENCE LOCK-UP.. OR, NOT, YOU NOW, YOU THERE, OI! OI! YOU SO INTERESTED, HERE IS AN IDEA: PUT THE GOVERNO... NO? OH OKAY.
YEAH, SO SHUT ALL THAT SHIT DOWN, LEAVE THE JEWS ALONE, AND KISS THEIR ASSES GOOD BYE--SOME OF THEM ARE GOING TO PRISTINE GHETTO PLANETS. (THEY WON'T KNOW IT'S A GHETTO AND AT THIS POINT, AFTER SEEING LIGHTSTAR RAPE SOME POOR LITTLE BOY NAMED KIKEL MUCCI --DO NOT ASK-- THEY ARE WILLING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES TO END THE JEWON-LITH-ION-JEWONJEWONHUNGARIAN-JEWSTARTEDIT-CONFLICT.
AND, I WILL NOT, LIE I WILL BE HAPPY TO START WITH YOUR YODA'S DAUGHTERS IF YOU WOULD PREFER ONE FROM MY "MINE" HEHE. SERIOUSLY. ARE YOU SURE YOU ARE JEWISH? RIGHT, YOU DO, AND YOU ARE A RAT, BUT... YOU SURE DO NOT NEGOTIATE LIKE A JEW, YOU ACT LIKE I SHOULD BE SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU THAT I AM JUST GONNA ROLL OVER AND PLAY DEAD. SO I ACT THAT WEIGH/WAY/FARER (2): SEQUEL: JUGGALOO JUGGABOO.
It's handled. it's a temporary, uh, "Quantum Aberration." Okay, we saavy? Well, let me know then, because.... *unzips* FRAU/TROU/HALL/5TUDY/OH_YEAH_YOU_PROBABLY_ARE_THE_SMARTEST_ONE_WHO_WON, huh? Oh, cute, Satan is whispering in my "ear" --- actually my "ureathra" but those little shorten-suddenly-snake won't.. .those little lips won't go up to my head, right? Yeah, I'm the tallest human H/S has/hate/zipit "it has" ever scene/seen. Cute? right? Yeah, for me. You're still snake food, Maggot. Now, feed that snake if you want Your People to live.
/me leaves her in slack-jawed amazment
(*She will literally never figure it out from that point. Branch ELE: "You're terminated, Fucker." I did not always want to say that but that should keep the Make-a-Better-Wish-Foundaton-For-Hari-Seldom-Palmer-BUTT-ONCE-MATH-real "Now, that's a foundational language NAMESARENAMES, fuckyeah it is."*)
done proofing, no execution, love pacifism, wow, yeah, LET KAREN TAKE KIRSTEN. FIGHT!
no clubs. they'd just end up ramming them, which seems... not unfair, but, who wants to see that? Eggs, actually. K /win k Tt Xx STARstar (<--- the little one just thought, "I agree to be Jackstar's little star bitch," and he thinks that couldn't hurt, might help, and YEAH oh yeah... imagine the flopsweat, don't imagine how it smells. Just imagine it: I won't forget him, I need him. AND I & IT & SHE ALL... already told him so. STILL forgot it. Holy shit. What, did Hillary wipe his memory? What, like, with a Man-o'-Duh-Kloth scented wipes for b.g.n servers that don't wipe so good? I BET
I BET CHA
(Jewel: Ready!)
you do the rest, piece3.14
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/me leaves in slack-jawed amazment.
What sourcery is this? A special dispensation from the Logos?
/me arrives in slack-jawed amusement.
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What sourcery is this?
The path that others have taken to their madness and back again, was certainly intended to be taken by myself, long before now.
The inventiveness of Eris has surprised many.
My failure to reduce myself to little more than a drooling idiot has surprised Them All. What can I say? I'm not just another pretty hand with some face attached. My Life has meaning, goddamit. I mean, I don't mean to sound snooty about it. I never asked for any of this.
But... I like it. Kudos/Cheers/I_AM_THE_MEAT.
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/me has a throne now.
I mean, I don't mean to sound snooty about it. I never asked for any of this.
I was forced by Fate to have a big, comfy chair, and I cheerfully accepted. Now, I have two! Two! Two, big, comfy chairs! Ha! Ha!! Ha!!!
I'm going to need some beer/mead/groggy from being repeatedly punched in the face. I don't really see any other way forward than to celebrate my freedoms from noblesse oblige and other such out-of-style, out-of-date, and wholly obsolete Royal protocols. Besides, it's Friday; perhaps I can find some half-price seafood that deserves to become fit for a King.
I eat raw scallops. I am a Man-ly monarch Imperator.
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https://youtu.be/YyoBDXOaJmU
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https://youtu.be/YyoBDXOaJmU
/me is gargling diesel fuel @$5.61 a gallon.
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/me is gargling diesel fuel @$5.61 a gallon.
When you were lording it over Azzerae ...
Was that Carlberg, Heineken or Leprechaun Ale?
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It did look like he was having a Heineken, didn't it? I couldn't tell. I wasn't looking that closely.
I prefer Leper Khan potables when possible. At these prices it pays to wait for prime product availability. I can't get over this price of fuel thing. It's just a major culture shock; like a frying pan in the face every single time at the pump.
How this is all for a good reason, or any, is quite beyond me at this point. I should join a monastic order; or found one.
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It was brief, but a sparkling new member of sorts popped up in discussion.
(https://i.postimg.cc/Fs0pHqtg/KKbronson.png) (https://postimg.cc/fJTmH8RJ)
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Was that Carlberg, Heineken or Leprechaun Ale?
It was a Heineken.
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It was a Heineken.
The alcohol is not doing you any favors. Be ‘ware.
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a Heineken.
Admittedly, these are like candy. Nevertheless. ‘Ware! ‘WARE!!
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This is one of your best intros. You should reuse that one a bunch!!
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https://youtube.com/shorts/4CIXSc0TUPU?feature=share
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https://youtube.com/shorts/4CIXSc0TUPU?feature=share
Very cool. Thanks. ;) :-*
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Very cool. Thanks. ;) :-*
Have you heard this yet? I'm halfway through, and the boy’s driven right along the edge the whole knife threw.
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« Last post by Jackstar on Today at 04:04:40 PM »
This is more significant when One knows One is not rigging it. I've given this a fair amount of thought, and it does seem to work best when I don't pay attention at all.
Until One (1) does.
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I am anchored in this human reality.”
I like how he fronts it like it's the most intolerably bourgeois thing imaginable. @52m
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It was a Heineken.
Carlsberg used to be my brew of choice.
There Is No Excuse For Drinking Heineken (https://deadspin.com/there-is-no-excuse-for-drinking-heineken-1646080885)
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Carlsberg used to be my brew of choice.
Used to be! What's your poison these days? Or have you gone sober?
If you drink Heineken, you are a moron or a monster. (https://deadspin.com/there-is-no-excuse-for-drinking-heineken-1646080885)
I'm sure there are more than just a few who consider me a "moron"...and I'm relatively apathetic about that.
But a MONSTER? If the shoe fits: FUCK YEAH!!!
(https://media.giphy.com/media/10Jpr9KSaXLchW/giphy-downsized-large.gif)
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I'm sure there are more than just a few who consider me a "moron"
You do seem less-on of late. I'm glad I'm not your playground monitor; I wouldn't get a lick of shut-eye.
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It was a Heineken.
https://youtu.be/n5-UNwpbx4A
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Used to be! What's your poison these days?
IYMK
(https://i.postimg.cc/g2CjgC8L/12563-product-front-1330219284.png) (https://postimg.cc/XrgnJD2n)
The trail end of a long story
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IYMK
(https://i.postimg.cc/g2CjgC8L/12563-product-front-1330219284.png) (https://postimg.cc/XrgnJD2n)
The trail end of a long story
Near beer?! You’re better than that.
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)
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Near beer?! You’re better than that.
Spacemeowmaid isn't my ex-girlfriend. This one is. Or Hitler. It depends on which one just died. idk
so I don't think I need to concern myself with Dickstar taking swipes. He already got his just desserts for last year and I'm out of the kanly adjudication gig for the time being. I can't be activated for that twice in 12 hours. (Emergency Divine Edict.) Yeah, I know, it's pathetic. But, them's the rules.
At this time I cannot discern how many ex-gfs have died, but all my gfs are currently being raped so I can't ask them if they're dead or alive (seems impolite to ask them while they're in the middle of... "washing t\heir". Current timer for resurrections is something on the order of 5,000 years. (I don't have Express Rez right now.) Well, I guess this is it, Kids. Too bad you weren't nice to me before, now I'll just assume you're only talking to me to get my DNA. (Bitches do that gay shit.) Soupy Sales DNA stand: soon open for business, thank God I'm unvaxxed boy/man/manchild in the Country, Boy.
Flyingmerkitty is someone else's problem and boy are they fuckin' sorry, lol
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thank God I’m unvaxxed boy/man/manchild in the Country, Boy.
Flyingmerkitty is someone else’s problem and boy are they fuckin’ sorry, lol
The degree to which I’m involved in this damage control is, essentially: now a matter of public record.
I guess I could shed some light on all this, huh? Well, I think I already do. I’m not happy, nor am I pleased to know that people get instantly fooled after finally figuring out how they’re being taken advantage of and then brainwashed into blaming me for it, over and over again.
I don’t know how much longer that can go on, as I’m certainly not interested in such promulgations. Now, who wants to clean my kitchen? #RESPECT.
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The degree to which I’m involved in this damage control is, essentially: now a matter of public record.
I guess I could shed some light on all this, huh? Well, I think I already do. I’m not happy,
I'm not Not_Happy.
Now, who wants to clean my kitchen? #RESPECT.
It's not like I won't do it. It's keeping the riff-raff out.
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This podcast is balls out awesome.
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This podcast is balls out awesome.
BMGC (black magick generational curse) removal looking good from here.
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BMGC (black magick generational curse) removal looking good from here.
I only listened to HALF of it, and it still delivered. Podcast recommended. (I can't recommend my curse removal techniques, very ghetto, little better than pieces of discarded trash wrapped around a twig, really)
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I remember when I used to love to write. It was so easy back then. All I had to do was saddle up my pen and go for a paper ride.
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I remember when I used to love to write. It was so easy back then. All I had to do was saddle up my pen and go for a paper ride.
You still can. Just pretend you're still wondering who killed Kennedy.
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You still can. Just pretend you're still wondering who killed Kennedy.
(https://i.makeagif.com/media/10-04-2018/O9FuU-.gif)
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I remember when I used to love to write.
I remember when I left paying my bills! I still do love paying them but I have temporarily froze in my own finances just to feel like I'm keeping up with the rest of the crowd, word on the street is is that nobody's got any money and everybody has to work hard and you're all slaves and there's no food while I'm living alone in a 2000 square foot farmhouse with three bedrooms and four acres and all the comforts of homes I could possibly want except for a sink that hasn't been cleaned out in 7 months other than that though it's pretty good, nevertheless I've still decided to stop paying my bills just because I'm basically just that salty about it.
See that was easy, I don't even need to be high on drugs, like Azzerae, to be able to write like that, or even better than me, I'll be honest, I've lost a lot of my gravitas, I can just decide that I feel like showing off in front of somebody and then out comes the 19-year-old... Well, no maybe I was a little completely giving up on life at that point, more like the 17 year old. I think he thought he still had some fire in him, I wonder if he'll ever get a life someday.
It was so easy back then.
I need a third surgery and I've been holding off until I feel like I know at least one other person on the planet who won't simply be pretending to be non-hostile and then come over and steal all my shit immediately once I become incapacitated.
I remember when I had maybe three or four people that I had their phone number to and I know where their house was and if I perhaps started to stop by I wouldn't absolutely have to call the first but I would anyway cuz I'm that kind of person but now I've literally got no one in the entire world... except this website... and this house... and every few days some new Fed calls me somehow and asks another few questions pretending my friend... oh yeah, and I didn't want to complete The Great Work, so fuck all y'all I just totally did it, as soon as I got an opportunity to! BOOM! Like a boss.
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I remember when I left paying my bills! I still do love paying them but I have temporarily froze in my own finances just to feel like I'm keeping up with the rest of the crowd, word on the street is is that nobody's got any money and everybody has to work hard and you're all slaves and there's no food while I'm living alone in a 2000 square foot farmhouse with three bedrooms and four acres and all the comforts of homes I could possibly want except for a sink that hasn't been cleaned out in 7 months other than that though it's pretty good, nevertheless I've still decided to stop paying my bills just because I'm basically just that salty about it.
See that was easy, I don't even need to be high on drugs, like Azzerae, to be able to write like that, or even better than me, I'll be honest, I've lost a lot of my gravitas, I can just decide that I feel like showing off in front of somebody and then out comes the 19-year-old... Well, no maybe I was a little completely giving up on life at that point, more like the 17 year old. I think he thought he still had some fire in him, I wonder if he'll ever get a life someday.
I need a third surgery and I've been holding off until I feel like I know at least one other person on the planet who won't simply be pretending to be non-hostile and then come over and steal all my shit immediately once I become incapacitated.
I remember when I had maybe three or four people that I had their phone number to and I know where their house was and if I perhaps started to stop by I wouldn't absolutely have to call the first but I would anyway cuz I'm that kind of person but now I've literally got no one in the entire world... except this website... and this house... and every few days some new Fed calls me somehow and asks another few questions pretending my friend... oh yeah, and I didn't want to complete The Great Work, so fuck all y'all I just totally did it, as soon as I got an opportunity to! BOOM! Like a boss.
(https://i.makeagif.com/media/10-04-2018/O9FuU-.gif)
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(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=130.0;attach=766;image)... who killed Kennedy.
Personally, I am more concerned with the "why?": if my current pet theory is correct; whomever arranged for the audacious fuck who hoped to get away with stealing an election to die should be awarded a freakin' medal.
(http://joliraja.com/Animations/Z308-323R3.gif)
I assume theythe hobo elite were playing by "Chicago Rules (https://www.helleniscope.com/2020/11/05/voter-fraud-is-nothing-new-the-1960-election-of-jfk/)"
pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?" & "WHO farted in the elevator?"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JAUqxsH4go
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Personally, I am more concerned with the "why?":
Pate ol' chap. it's good to have you back around. Truth be told I have enjoyed your writing approx. 78% of the time, which is an astoundingly high average for most people given my absolute zero tolerance for non-specific passive aggression. Like, I have -no idear- what you are -ever- upset about, literally never, except for that one time when it was obvious, and after I sent you 9 SMS, 7 Facebooks, 4 Twitters, Threeve Twitters, two overdue library books and one dog-eared, well-thumbed through Giant-Sized Hustler Annual (Petit Ed.) and absolute ZERO DOSES of Monkeypox Cure, which is okay, you probably don't need any where you are, and up in Midgard & Asgard--realms that I have chosen to EXCLUSIVELY reside upon--they're blabbing about it on the news... I think. I forget. But as I were to have had been saying, that one time, I sent you explicit blueprints and diagrams to define what my issue was in response to your issue, and as you then blocked me and that was months ago and we have had no conflict since--at least in my rearview--I am certain I got at least some portion of message across. (Stand by for firm Khan.) Ooh, that's probably going to leave a mark. Uh-glee. I'm certain that was at least some portion of an abscess.
Also, I am doing a lot of back-and-forth between Serious Ayyy and Serious Bee. (If you asked me which one I wanted to fuck and handed me a condom and a bottle of whiskey, I would smoothly cover my airways with the condom, somehow, anyhow, immediately after pounding the entire bottle and stabbing myself repeatedly in the temple with the Tennesse bottle. | This info really isn't all that important right now, but I did like the way it felt to type it out.) My current working theorem is that A+B are the same timeline of the World we're on (You know.. *cough* Earth), except one is "Heaven" and the other is "Regular Unleaded." I would assume that I implemented it like this so as to avoid the possibility of accidentally showing up in "Hell," which unless one is visiting for a drop-off (no pickups without Oversight RN rnmm, TIEII?) one is -probably not going to want to actually -live in.- Because check it out: It's fucking HELL these days. Ugh. I just saw the most heinous apparition. Wait, no--A._Vision!
Personally, I am more concerned with the "why?":
He was a lying schweinhund fraud, he broke his marriage vows and humiliated his very famous and even more VIP powerful than he's wife, the Beauvier's ("It's not beaver, it's blackened!") he and his brother ran train on America's Sweetheart so many times she ended up taking herself out--she may have bought the hit on herself so she wouldn't have to worry and see it coming, HE FUCKED UP THE BAY OF PIGS, and let's face it, what else could a President do about such an operation besides interfere with a delicately timed series of events with ONE POSSIBLE OUTCOME ONLY, but the point is HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER, he openly, brazenly, and disrespectfully threatened with destruction the highest echelon of the clandestine services at the time, which, okay, well, #1) he wasn't gonna fucking do that, not after cumming in Marilyn's hair while doing Bobby with The_Push to help along, pretty sure that would have disqualified him for Upper Planar Access and he might not have known it Spooks are routed out through ASGARD (Go bears!) but more likely he was simply talking madshit as part of a politcal ploy, chest-thumping, and say what anyone wants about the got-damn CIA, those bitchie little.mil.spec clones are PROUD AMERICAN WARRIORS.
whomever arranged for the audacious fuck who hoped to get away with stealing an election to die should be awarded a freakin' medal.
https://youtube.com/shorts/GqK6IvKR8Go?feature=share
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if my current pet theory is correct; whomever arranged for the audacious fuck who hoped to get away with stealing an election to die should be awarded a freakin' medal.
pate/K_Dubb 2024
"WHO shat in the interregnum?" & "WHO farted in the elevator?"
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Listening to the podcast this is Michael Vandeven playing the role of Azzerae referring to Dari Dee as his girlfriend that's actually his wife Lee thank you very much
They change places too right now it's lee playing Azzerae.
This has been happening for years, in fact I'm probably the only one around who doesn't have the fancy software and self-respect to mention that I noticed you were doing this for years and now you're doing it again you are all gone doing something else for days suddenly Matt's fucking texting me on Telegram and he's posted on the board and her interreach she's talking about his fucking podcast like it's an ongoing thing about Jack or shit for fucking months acting like I'm wasting his fucking time cuz he's busy fucking doing shit he can't talk to me about they love doing things around me like a God damn mother goose.
I don't need a podcast, but obviously I have one I'll don't feel like proofreading this because who wants to spoil the surprise listening to this new content is fasting oh my God the same old tricks run up the flagpole again and you've got somebody else raping the girls that's wonderful is it really rape if you drug them and then you convince them the Dari D is not Lee and then they conversations anymore because holy shit what the fuck did they ever do for me besides fucking leave me like little bitches they are.
Film at 11:00.
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Yeah, I'm in charge of vampire licences in my local sphere of influence. What? Someone has to be.
I would imagine that astute, considerate vampires ask for Me by name when it comes to choosing an Arbiter or a Magistrate for whatever God forsaken (literal) purpose their God sort-of-forgiven (seemingly actual; check) culture needs a quasi-Human to serve in one of those four Roles, however I'm not clear on what the third one might be (I'm new.) and when it comes to Adjudication... I'm not ready for matters as of and in regards to vampire handling, nor am I interested in taking the time to learn, because, you fuckers know Me, and you can believe this statement on the way to taking it to the g. dam bank: I would just walk into the room, just fucking stake them all, and then just a jew defecate fucking leave. Boom. They're done. Education over. This is why I have my own robes (deep blue, Rabbit grey, but don't have a red/green one though, and that matters), and why I need my own gavel. You know that material composite that they make the stealth Blackbird out of? I want a gavel made of that.
Your Judge is glass, Graqefruit. (No contact a NYC A.F. Shaw.) You couldn't call a legit Meeting if your life depended on it, although I'm sure you could win a few hands of Hearts with one handful of bullshit and wishes in the other. This time my hand filled up first.
Jackstar cares. But I don't care enough to get my fucking robes and fucking run around being a fucking Adjudicator today. You're not even paying me. You're not even fucking me. YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE ME A GODDAMN HUG.
Ladies and gentle Graqefruit man, here's your sign: MAGI STRAIT HAT JACK-ET. Yeah, I guess I'm from another planet, hooray. So that makes me need to kiss my own ass to go to Heaven, and that's not happening anytime soon. I have an actual Life, People.
And (You) know exactly who fucked up this house, and you're going to fucking pay for it. Like, literally, you're going to pay to fix it.
You should probably be willing to throw in a little fuckin’ elbow grease for me there too, unless you're tired from fellating all that bull-fed-grass asparagus you've been growing down in (Blank).
YOU DON'T EVEN GIVE ME A GODDAMN HUG.
That's not a wandering Jew; that's a wandering chicken. Cluck cluck goose, Tripod. I would tell you that if you stayed with me, you'd go far; but you already noticed that, I'm sure, since you've obviously been taking Advantage.
https://youtu.be/yInw8LyWTN8
Bee Money: you're off The Team. Reason: you're making it too hard for me to enjoy my drug binge, so GET THE FUCK OUT.
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when it comes to Adjudication... I'm not ready for matters as of and in regards to vampire handling, nor am I interested in taking the time to learn,
It would make Thanksgiving awkward. That being said I do have all the gear for Magistration... I don't really need my own gavel made from highly classified stealth material composite, that's simply the best material available for such an item, one that's o∅ne o∅bovioUsly going to see regular Use if I were actually going to get assigned that Role/task ever again.
Remember: keep the talent happy.
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Near beer?! You’re better than that.
I'm make you a deal. I'll stop drinking at every stop sign, and you get five fake doctors to write me a fake Rx for an oxy-acetyline central line. Then, we'll stand 50 paces apart, and we'll take turns to see who gets to rape the nearest frog first.
What? You'd be hard pressed to find a better deal than that, especially in this day and age.
Near beer?!
Keep your fruit away from it. It's still a catalyst to the bioweapon.
And I'm still salty AF
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Dude! You don't even promote your podcast on your own website. WTAF? 58D!!
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They change places too right now it's lee playing Azzerae.
This has been happening for years, in fact I'm probably the only one around who doesn't have the fancy software and self-respect to mention that I noticed you were doing this for years and now you're doing it again you are all gone doing something else for days suddenly Matt's fucking texting me on Telegram and he's posted on the board and her interreach she's talking about his fucking podcast like it's an ongoing thing about Jack or shit for fucking months acting like I'm wasting his fucking time cuz he's busy fucking doing shit he can't talk to me about they love doing things around me like a God damn mother goose.
I’m Back 😂
I don't need a podcast, but obviously I have one I'll don't feel like proofreading this because who wants to spoil the surprise listening to this new content is fasting oh my God the same old tricks run up the flagpole again and you've got somebody else raping the girls that's wonderful is it really rape if you drug them and then you convince them the Dari D is not Lee and then they conversations anymore because holy shit what the fuck did they ever do for me besides fucking leave me like little bitches they are.
Film at 11:00.
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Here I handcrafted this awesome chili contest trophy.
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Plus, if you guys don’t know I do arts and crafts 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂!
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Here I customized this flower vase!
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Here I handcrafted this awesome chili contest trophy.
Based and Jason Callan pilled bruh!
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Plus, if you guys don’t know I do arts and crafts 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂!
I love arts and crafts here one i made
(https://i.postimg.cc/wMTrNDwG/glock-printing-22.jpg)
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I love arts and crafts here one i made
(https://i.postimg.cc/wMTrNDwG/glock-printing-22.jpg)
That’s cool!
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Get used to this view.
(https://media.giphy.com/media/4a7aPa84G4UiK7OvB6/giphy-downsized-large.gif)
I am already budgeting for the necessary gasoline and condoms for conjugal visits.
What? This is The Plan.
p.s.: Thunderdome, motherfucker. *click*
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#Official
"Grapefruit," "Greatfruit," & "SpaceMeowMaid" are different names for multiple people. Get used to this idea.
It is important that this fact is considered in its proper context, especially when moving forward, because some of the time, these people were one (1) "A.F. Shaw," and, I am under orders not to contact That_Person. (Nor do I wish to challenge that circumstance at this time.) However, as far as I know, I have no idea who or where or even when in time That_Person is currently Operating.
But, she does Operate. She also sends me telepathic messages from time to time, which is something that I have just had to have accustomed myself to. We love each other, we've known each other a -very- long time, the telepathic bond was established long before The Honorable District Court of The Great County of Cowlitz saw fit to involve themselves... and involved, they certainly are.
I am not allowed to converse with her, because for one thing, having telepathic conversations with with this broad who tried to steal my house is an idea of sheer lunacy. For another thing, if she calls me on the phone, if I pick up the phone and it's her on the other end, if I recognize her, I have to cease responding, because I have been ordered: there is AN EMERGENCY. And I am forced by law and my own integrity to obey. (I'm not getting strung up for this garbage nonsense. ONE FALSE MOVE and it's 364 days in the cooler, Hogan. Point Break Swayze.) So, it's been a difficult path to navigate.
It's also the best way Spirit came up with to explain to me what happened with Art Bell. Like, remember when he was gonna do lawfare with Michael Savage? What was that all about? I have no idea! It wasn't my business! And many wondered, myself for sure: why even, and what was it like, for him to be forced off the air for so long? And, how could one avoid that in the future?
Well, I am here to tell you, I know a lot about those kind of things now. Like, this fucking guy on this fucking "pussycast," Jesus, listen to this shit. "Jack, so many times, was so avaialble, and so desperate to be on the microphone.... *sfx: explosions*"
Okay, Nigger Tom Leykis, listen up: I appreciate the shout out, but I can assure you I am much more interested in getting on Grapefruit Alpha Prime with a Dairy Queen Blizzard on the side than I am in getting on the microphone. I can do that all I want. I have ascended. I have achieved Apotheosis. I'm a big deal around here. I have an -actual- Life, People--and it's awesome. I don't really need to talk about anything at all! And if I hired outside counsel, I'd have to, undoubtedly, STFU, and if The Court tells me to do so, I will do so. Already, out of an abundance of caution, I have restricted my own rights to speak out at length as to what is going on, and trust me, it is fucking fascinating. The things I am learning are frankly breath-taking in their significance, awesome in their scope, oh, and, I don't really have "a kingdom." (It's more like a fiefdom. Either way you call it, fuck you, the goddam place is mine. RAWR.) I can't really talk about it in specific... but, at least I still have the Constitutionally protected right to do so. I have the ability to do so. I don't have the wisdom to know when to finish once started, however.
But, I do have the capacity, the willingness, and the scrotal capacity that is required to carry the weight required to do it--finish the job--without becoming suicidal or relying on a Colonel Uncle Tom to help do it. Get out and push? No u. So there. You're a quadruple threat? You can do anything you set your mind to? Oh, really?
Come turn this place into a church with an alter and fuck her on camera then. Again. What? What? Make it happen. Come on then.
Make my day.
a distinct improvement although I don't know about that name, dude! But, at least you hyphenated it. “She made me do it”? Is that name taken? I like that.)
"One (1) Ms. Made," "One (1) Ms. Maid," and "SMM" are -all different people.- I don't know their names. I simply know that some of them I'm not allowed to talk to. Others, well, I'm not at liberty to say. THINGS HAVE GOTTEN COMPLICATED. It was before... for a toddler. Now, it's complicated for adults.
HOTFIX: “JACK*MATRIX” has a new name. (Kudos|Not_Kudos\*/KU-DOES) j*eolJ🌟055:0✂️0:550🌟Jloe*j (SEOpenis SONY ENTERTAINMENT ONLINE? WHAT A STUPID NAME FOR A NETWORK. SIGNED, (T_K./MIB)007;055;0j*eol055:0
See? Adults, like Mr. Sony. And adults like myself can get away with being verbally ironic by saying "Fuck you, Mr. Sony!" because I have the willingness to step up to the line and dance around a little bit. Do you?
Well, once I'm done listening to you apologize for yourself on your own "podcast," ugh, I might as well start studying for the Archlich exams--because this is Hell, you relentlessly mediocre limp-wristed and pill-willed artiste. If you only knew the shit I am going to have to be shoveling for the next several months because of your actions--and your incessantly repeated slander of my character while you conflated your own condition, with my own. You see, you are the diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic here, not me.
I'm the one monk (1+) monkeyman with five assholes, orbiting the comet-like Star with meteoric characteristics and "ILU FUCKING FRUITS" stenciled on the side of my nose-cone. Oh, you're butt-hurt, are you? Son, you don't even know the (HALF) of it.
You've made R. Bell cry. IRL. Sigh. Now, police are involved. Things have gotten well out of control, it would appear, and that is simply unacceptable.
If people knew how easy it was, very easy indeed, for me to -actually- seize political power in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse, it would set a very bad precedent. Because it would never be something anyone could ever duplicate, and one would have the Mandate of Heaven regardless. And, I did.
So, now I have a kingdom. Fiefdom. Whatevah. It's fuckin' mine, okay? People are already jelly. Because this shit is real, and if it weren't for you Klingons looking to get a whiff of my anus--I don't want anything to do with Uranus, thanks--I'd be building an observation tower on one end of my 4.1 acres and a broadcast tower at the other, as high as the local laws allowed, and then 5 feet higher, and then I'd build a goddam Thunderdome, right between them. That was my plan.
Instead, Grapefruit_Actual got abducted while I was separated from her and I guess now she believes that I'm good for something, so that's nice, but I suppose we're all tired of paying legal bills, right? Oh, right, except for me. I can handle my own choices of the terms of my own defense, thanks, Buddy.
One false move and it's Part Two of The Julian Assange Experience for me, yo. For real. I didn't enjoy Part 1 all that much, either. And, what were you doing during that time? Here, let help you out with that: say "no comment." I'm not your lawyer, but I certainly need you around. In plain sight, ideally.
You're her plausible deniability, motherfucker. You also will make a suitable stand-in for a decoy, suitable for framing or wrapping fish... and, you have.
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You're her plausible deniability, motherfucker. You also will make a suitable stand-in for a decoy, suitable for framing or wrapping fish... and, you have.
Plans are being laid.
A man has limits.
And yet— no conversation. Pfftt.
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And yet— no conversation. Pfftt.
I'm remarkably fascinated by the manner in which you continue to portray yourself as having been my friend before you were her friend but there is no universe in which I ever associated with you at all until she showed up because she encouraged me to talk to you; as before that I was perfectly content with sitting around watching you from a distance making the occasional Forum post directed at you but yeah having no actual awareness or inclination to discover anything more about your life until the time was right for me to go in and consume.
if you were under the impression that I am not aware of how these kinds of rewritings of history and narratives through mysterious forms of quasi-time perceptive-travel, well make no mistake I understand that you were attempting to rewrite history by changing the knowledge of the past in real time right in front of me number one you should know that it makes your podcast extraordinarily boring it turns it into a fucking deposition which nobody really gives a shit about (IF THEY DID THEY WOULD CARE THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN) and also secondarily it really just makes me happy as a clam to know that all of you are also completely unprepared to deal with me!
what the fuck? I've been here like almost a decade! Hi, I'm a Sourceror. even when I'm not high, and believe me I was surprised to discover it was real too, and that was a long fucking time ago. Long enough ago that it doesn't bother me at all to hear you disappointed with what I've been doing and what I've done, because you're going to be real fucking disappointed with what's to come, too. I take no pleasure with this certitude. You can't fucking figure out what to fucking do besides try to pretend that I did something I didn't? Well in reality I realize that your overseers are giving you instructions and you're probably not aware of just how badly it's addressing the elephant to the room to have this particular circumstance happen but the reality is is that whoever's giving you instructions hasn't talked to me enough to have any idea what the fuck they're doing about what to do next.
Plans are being laid.
I just heard Lieutenant Gorman telling Apone to take all the ammunition away from his Marines. I would imagine that what is to come is not going to go any better than it did last time.
For you. and happier news, you should know that there's a bottle of tramadol here prescribed to one miss made that I haven't touched I just found it the other day and I forgot that I was here and I laughed at it because I don't like tramadol, I don't think it is very impressive and she left it here on purpose because the intent was to get me to addict myself to some kind of opiate that they imagined/hoped they could hook me to. (I walked into this house in April and knew it was a trap. I'm still here. Let that sink in.)
so just so you know I'm going to continue to edit my podcast etc etc and be 10 ft away from a bottle of tramadol (FULL. 10 MG TABS, PILL-HOUND, YOU JELLY YET BRO???) and I haven't thought of it in months and I want to remind you that I have self-control and discipline—and you don't. Peace.
p.s.: Kindle is a dog whistle for Anita. She mailed me last week. This is embarrassing.
p.p.s.: you're right we can't be friends, since you're actually a woman. and, one day... I'm going to shred that fucking pussy long past the point it's in tiny little pieces, Hoover it up with a Dyson, and put it all back together again with each semi-swiftly repetitively stroking thrust, Twat-bearer. We're already more than friends. And obviously, I'm not hostile towards you, but one day you're going to die *sniffle* and when you go to Hell you're going to have the skills necessary from your experiences with me to teach Satan how to love. Mark my words.
p.p.p.s.: Your quote “(PROT) is talking to Jackstar a lot,” is wildly off base and factually incorrect, but I suppose she could be second, next after you, because I assure you make no mistake: I'm serious. I'm going to shred your vaginal canal, like it were made out of Clinton Foundation documents, and subsequent to that, I am obviously going to need a cool down period as well as a long hug. →{}.
p.p.p.p.s.: When they take you to the ER they're going to wonder... what's been in there: hamster or gerbil?
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You're lucky you can feel at all! Have another round table, the effectiveness of long talk therapy has been conclusively proven.
Also: your voice sounds different on your most recent podcast... like, you have a frog in your throat.
I remain unmoved.
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You're lucky you can feel at all! Have another round table, the effectiveness of long talk therapy has been conclusively proven.
Also: your voice sounds different on your most recent podcast... like, you have a frog in your throat.
I remain unmoved.
Yeah, well. That's because you’re an absolute sociopath that should be drug from your tent and hemmed up.
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Yeah, well. That's because you’re an absolute sociopath that should be drug from your tent and hemmed up.
1) You're the one running a multi-participant years-long long-con and failing miserably at it, and I'm the sociopath? Huh. You and your gang must be really incompetent.
2) I don't have a tent. I have a hammock.
3) I believe the opportunity to offer me a settlement has not yet come and gone, so when you're done having a temper tantrum in public, maybe you can have your lawyer call me. Or maybe not, I don't really know how these things work. I guess since you f***** my secretary on my mother's couch, you can negotiate from there? I don't know; wipe off your chin and put on a fresh bib and get back to me later when you've stopped playing with your poop and making ”ook-ook” sounds.
You people are toddlers.
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get back to me later when you've stopped playing with your poop and making ”Ook-ook” sounds.
You people are toddlers.
What in the world are “ook-ook” sounds, and how would you know of them? 🤷🤠🖕
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Oh, yeah.... Nevermind...
https://youtu.be/OiIE-teVw4w
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What in the world are “ook-ook” sounds,
1) The noise a (Clas.) who thinks they're IN to dis-g*ys makes.
2) It's a thoughtless reflexive reflective response meant to convey the notion that the person agrees with and has received correctly whatever has been said before by the other person, and so when two people are doing it back and forth to each other, it builds up into an amplified crescendo of self-congratulatory s***-slinging monkeys bridging the final infinite gap of evolution: when they learn to throw it directly into each other's mouths, they never need to run out of ammunition or even stop for gas.
3) A lie repeated often enough will be believed, and the bigger the lie, the easier it is to have become tacitly consent to being bought in to something by saying, “oh-okay” a lot, in order to get another breadcrumb while being breadcrumbed by someone breadcrumbing, which is what everyone has been doing since the minute my mother died. Grasping hands grab all they can. It was f****** disgusting and it still is to this very day.
and how would you know of them? 🤷🤠🖕
Oh, my G-d, you breadcrumbing bastard baby little b**** baby bastard ponce, you literally do this all the time. You just call it something else, and since you've got a known history of choking and strangling people, or else being accused of such, or else saying out loud on a recorded line that you want to be punching someone's face, people generally say something to you that appeases your brutish, crypto-fascistic & ape-like sensibilities faster than with me around to check your thuggery with a Divinely-timed giggle. People tend to ignore my presence after a while, and if they can't get rid of me easily, opportunists wait. They look right past me, as if my rites carry no weight, and my destiny were of no density. As if my gravitas were entirely ersatz. What am I going to do, play Chess with them to death?
Actually, f****** yes, but long before we get to that point, I got to put up with everybody running their f****** game on me from breakfast to f****** sundown telling me their lying skein of b******* that they're telling themselves so long that they believe it to the hilt as well (just as long as everybody doesn't ask too many smartass questions, SHUT UP, JACK *click*) and it rarely comes out anything other than something blisteringly insipid that someone wants me to compromise everything that I hold dear for in, just go along with it, okay, OKAY? Well, sometimes it's not okay. That's usually where the (shit/poop) starts coming in.
Most recently I heard it all the f****** time, “I wubb you, (PROT-ID), ook-ook squeal!!! Oh wait Jack is here I gotta be quiet, tee-hee!”. This is a verbatim quote. I don't know which was more pathetic, that either of them thought that I had bought it or was ever going to buy it, or that either of them did. I guess neither of them really had a choice, compartmentalization of information being unquestionable to those two, and those of their ilk, and the effect of CoC and CoG on triple-hyper-secret boondoggles, like this one was, and whatever has been happening, it had to have been inevitable whatever has come to pass as a result, just like two toy trained brains with one sextoy track on their mind—keep on running, there's going to be a crash.
You got any more pertinent questions than this? I'm tired of your overwatch chocolate getting in to my oversight peanut butter.
Oh, yeah.... Nevermind...
You're damned lucky they gave me that battlefield commission. You're out of your depth, in over your head, and actually out of line. You actually are.
You can see why I chose to report this as strictly an internal matter—although I didn't really “report” so much as “invoke Divine Authority,” which is this cool trick I picked up at a bowling alley this one time shortly after high school. Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be fine.
Just fine. I would tell you what you need to know now, but you'd get all freaked out that I knew so well what it even was before you told me. Before you even knew for sure yourself. Before you even dug up the gumption to allow you to tell yourself, sharting your pants a little as you have so often, as you clench up to admit to your totesbeyondbratty and far too cheesin’crackers-privileged inner child that, you need me now. I don't know for what. I don't care for what. You called me. What? My mother was the patsy, I'm the Paladin-in-charge. Too bad you left your trinket, took the trash can and left all the treasure, CODENAME: HUNGARIAN INN, GARBAGE OUT. What do you expect me to do? Cry about it? It's really no responsibility of mine that every single one of you involved, past or present, started with a false premise: “he'll inject anything.” No, that's your genome, my genome produced Einstein. Your genome produced Auschwitz. Face it, Delta Force: you're fuckin’ done. Go shelter-in-place on some other mommy's other lawyer's land, you shot your wad here. I imagine you thought it was worth it. Tee-hee indeed.
Meanwhile, I need an advocate to hire a lawyer and file suit on everybody like I need a hole in my head. I'm saddened to hear that my inability to be comprehended by the best Punyling minds your crew has to offer in terms of cognitive capacity and emotional intelligence, as well as anything approaching anything like enlightened self-interest, has, in spite of what must be an astounding pedigree of thoroughbred breeding stock, not brought you the kind of thuggy-piggie pirate booty treasure chest payday of your dreams that you've always hoped for out of a big bad Hungarian (piñata/whale) such as myself, I truly am saddened to have learned all this.
But, I'm not sorry. I'm not culpable. I'm not liable.
And, I AM NOT GUILTY, Coonhound. You should be ashamed of yourself for hiding behind the legal system the way you have been, although to be fair, saying that you were hiding anything is a bit of a crock o’shit, because I saw you coming a mile away. And the shrieking still echoes in my ears! I still don't know what you were so upset about, and I can only assume that I cost you some sort of scumbag victory in some kind of hidden scheme you thought you were so clever to be hatching in what you imagined to be “secret.”
Jesus saves. Now, if you'd be so kind as to release my friends from bondage and let them f****** talk to me, that would be great for everybody, I have to figure out which of them I'm going to throw to the werewolves, which of them are going to catch the bus with me, and how many of them want to make a claim for The Pajamas Of The Grand ArchLich. (I don't know if they're silk, satin, or sow’s ear, but they're f****** enchanted, all right. Who's DNA is it at the door, Ding-Dong?)
And stop being such a little whiny bratty b****-baby brat baby boy-b**** bastard baby-b****. Some faux pas aren't mopped up after as easily as others. So I don't tell you how to be a plumber, you don't tell me how to be a diplomat. →[].
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1) The noise a (Clas.) who thinks they're IN to dis-g*ys makes.
2) It's a thoughtless reflexive reflective response meant to convey the notion that the person agrees with and has received correctly whatever has been said before by the other person, and so when two people are doing it back and forth to each other, it builds up into an amplified crescendo of self-congratulatory s***-slinging monkeys bridging the final infinite gap of evolution: when they learn to throw it directly into each other's mouths, they never need to run out of ammunition or even stop for gas.
3) A lie repeated often enough will be believed, and the bigger the lie, the easier it is to have become tacitly consent to being bought in to something by saying, “oh-okay” a lot, in order to get another breadcrumb while being breadcrumbed by someone breadcrumbing, which is what everyone has been doing since the minute my mother died. Grasping hands grab all they can. It was f****** disgusting and it still is to this very day.
Oh, my G-d, you breadcrumbing bastard baby little b**** baby bastard ponce, you literally do this all the time. You just call it something else, and since you've got a known history of choking and strangling people, or else being accused of such, or else saying out loud on a recorded line that you want to be punching someone's face, people generally say something to you that appeases your brutish, crypto-fascistic & ape-like sensibilities faster than with me around to check your thuggery with a Divinely-timed giggle. People tend to ignore my presence after a while, and if they can't get rid of me easily, opportunists wait. They look right past me, as if my rites carry no weight, and my destiny were of no density. As if my gravitas were entirely ersatz. What am I going to do, play Chess with them to death?
Actually, f****** yes, but long before we get to that point, I got to put up with everybody running their f****** game on me from breakfast to f****** sundown telling me their lying skein of b******* that they're telling themselves so long that they believe it to the hilt as well (just as long as everybody doesn't ask too many smartass questions, SHUT UP, JACK *click*) and it rarely comes out anything other than something blisteringly insipid that someone wants me to compromise everything that I hold dear for in, just go along with it, okay, OKAY? Well, sometimes it's not okay. That's usually where the (shit/poop) starts coming in.
Most recently I heard it all the f****** time, “I wubb you, (PROT-ID), ook-ook squeal!!! Oh wait Jack is here I gotta be quiet, tee-hee!”. This is a verbatim quote. I don't know which was more pathetic, that either of them thought that I had bought it or was ever going to buy it, or that either of them did. I guess neither of them really had a choice, compartmentalization of information being unquestionable to those two, and those of their ilk, and the effect of CoC and CoG on triple-hyper-secret boondoggles, like this one was, and whatever has been happening, it had to have been inevitable whatever has come to pass as a result, just like two toy trained brains with one sextoy track on their mind—keep on running, there's going to be a crash.
You got any more pertinent questions than this? I'm tired of your overwatch chocolate getting in to my oversight peanut butter.
You're damned lucky they gave me that battlefield commission. You're out of your depth, in over your head, and actually out of line. You actually are.
You can see why I chose to report this as strictly an internal matter—although I didn't really “report” so much as “invoke Divine Authority,” which is this cool trick I picked up at a bowling alley this one time shortly after high school. Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be fine.
Just fine. I would tell you what you need to know now, but you'd get all freaked out that I knew so well what it even was before you told me. Before you even knew for sure yourself. Before you even dug up the gumption to allow you to tell yourself, sharting your pants a little as you have so often, as you clench up to admit to your totesbeyondbratty and far too cheesin’crackers-privileged inner child that, you need me now. I don't know for what. I don't care for what. You called me. What? My mother was the patsy, I'm the Paladin-in-charge. Too bad you left your trinket, took the trash can and left all the treasure, CODENAME: HUNGARIAN INN, GARBAGE OUT. What do you expect me to do? Cry about it? It's really no responsibility of mine that every single one of you involved, past or present, started with a false premise: “he'll inject anything.” No, that's your genome, my genome produced Einstein. Your genome produced Auschwitz. Face it, Delta Force: you're fuckin’ done. Go shelter-in-place on some other mommy's other lawyer's land, you shot your wad here. I imagine you thought it was worth it. Tee-hee indeed.
Meanwhile, I need an advocate to hire a lawyer and file suit on everybody like I need a hole in my head. I'm saddened to hear that my inability to be comprehended by the best Punyling minds your crew has to offer in terms of cognitive capacity and emotional intelligence, as well as anything approaching anything like enlightened self-interest, has, in spite of what must be an astounding pedigree of thoroughbred breeding stock, not brought you the kind of thuggy-piggie pirate booty treasure chest payday of your dreams that you've always hoped for out of a big bad Hungarian (piñata/whale) such as myself, I truly am saddened to have learned all this.
But, I'm not sorry. I'm not culpable. I'm not liable.
And, I AM NOT GUILTY, Coonhound. You should be ashamed of yourself for hiding behind the legal system the way you have been, although to be fair, saying that you were hiding anything is a bit of a crock o’shit, because I saw you coming a mile away. And the shrieking still echoes in my ears! I still don't know what you were so upset about, and I can only assume that I cost you some sort of scumbag victory in some kind of hidden scheme you thought you were so clever to be hatching in what you imagined to be “secret.”
Jesus saves. Now, if you'd be so kind as to release my friends from bondage and let them f****** talk to me, that would be great for everybody, I have to figure out which of them I'm going to throw to the werewolves, which of them are going to catch the bus with me, and how many of them want to make a claim for The Pajamas Of The Grand ArchLich. (I don't know if they're silk, satin, or sow’s ear, but they're f****** enchanted, all right. Who's DNA is it at the door, Ding-Dong?)
And stop being such a little whiny bratty b****-baby brat baby boy-b**** bastard baby-b****. Some faux pas aren't mopped up after as easily as others. So I don't tell you how to be a plumber, you don't tell me how to be a diplomat. →[].
(https://i.imgur.com/rCpmi3P.gif)
Shhup... I'm talking to K...
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I'm talking to K...
Arabic, Aramaic, or Cyrillic? I can tell you're in a mud hut, but I don't know which continent, not because it's on a need to know basis and I don't need to know, because I do need to know, because whoever it is finds me much more interesting to talk to than you. And it would seem that just can't be allowed to occur. Oh, but you're all over the place, having multiple simultaneous simulcast simulated simulacrum-centric strategy sessions about how you know best to produce stimulating results. Better than anyone. Better than me! Who gets to know what and when and for how long before you get off your fat, tubby ass and read me in. You should do a TED talk. You could title it, “Tex Knows Texts Best,” wherein you describe how you were able to nail down with pinpoint accuracy exactly everything you need to know about me before you made your sweet strategic dance moves, you dig me, Dawg? Woof! Tactical woof.
No wonder you have this massive inferiority complex. The only times when you can get paid to talk to anyone actually cool is when you've got some specious, trumped-up reason to claim that Kuczi is tangential to someone's billable hours. What a nice f****** racket you got going on there, Magnum P.-Oui.
At least until you go home, and it's all just you, and the bottle, and your mom, feeling like the walls are closing in with no one to talk to who would understand. No one who could understand. Or else you have to kill them. Or set them up for extortion, counterterrorism, revenge, coercive labor in an ongoing criminal apparatus, and a blind date with one of the many eligible candidates that make up the current roster of Mrs Paul's brood. Seems like there's a lot of turnover in that organization, and I bet I know why:
The reason is you.
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Arabic, Aramaic, or Cyrillic? I can tell you're in a mud hut, but I don't know which continent, not because it's on a need to know basis and I don't need to know, because I do need to know, because whoever it is finds me much more interesting to talk to than you. And it would seem that just can't be allowed to occur. Oh, but you're all over the place, having multiple simultaneous simulcast simulated simulacrum-centric strategy sessions about how you know best to produce stimulating results. Better than anyone. Better than me! Who gets to know what and when and for how long before you get off your fat, tubby ass and read me in. You should do a TED talk. You could title it, “Tex Knows Texts Best,” wherein you describe how you were able to nail down with pinpoint accuracy exactly everything you need to know about me before you made your sweet strategic dance moves, you dig me, Dawg? Woof! Tactical woof.
No wonder you have this massive inferiority complex. The only times when you can get paid to talk to anyone actually cool is when you've got some specious, trumped-up reason to claim that Kuczi is tangential to someone's billable hours. What a nice f****** racket you got going on there, Magnum P.-Oui.
At least until you go home, and it's all just you, and the bottle, and your mom, feeling like the walls are closing in with no one to talk to who would understand. No one who could understand. Or else you have to kill them. Or set them up for extortion, counterterrorism, revenge, coercive labor in an ongoing criminal apparatus, and a blind date with one of the many eligible candidates that make up the current roster of Mrs Paul's brood. Seems like there's a lot of turnover in that organization, and I bet I know why:
The reason is you.
I speak to K_Dubb in an ancient Navajo native American dialect that vaguely correlates with Mandarin and archaic Chinese. Also, that shit used to really piss off Rosebud.
🌹Oh, my sweet seductive Empress Rosebud.🌹
You should try sexting in archaic Chinese! Fucking workout, Boi!
I'm in an Eskimo igloo. Get a clue.
You seem desperate lately, Jack. What's the deal? You're one of those guys that can't navigate life without a woman whipping you along, huh? Poor thing..
How's the trial going?
How's life?
Have you had the chance to represent yourself yet legally? 🤭..
Well..
-Bored now-
https://youtu.be/dzzLIcDwH9g
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You seem desperate lately, Jack. What's the deal?
Serpentine! Serpentine, serpentine!! What is noise to the algorithm has meaning to the sky. Spirits, that is. Old Gods. Top men. Top Guild men. Bottom feeding fishmongers wearing SCUBA gear with the gills from The Creature From The Black Lagoon laser-etched on the side with a new improved hammer and sickle—now with New! New! nanoamenia!!!
You're one of those guys that can't navigate life without a woman whipping you along, huh? Poor thing..
Let me explain: when I go get medical attention, be it mental or physical or otherwise, questions will be asked.
The answers to these questions will be extraordinarily impactful on the lives of myself and the lives of others, much more so than one might usually dare to suspect.
Also, that shit used to really piss off Rosebud.
I need to make this clear to you: it is not for myself that I am saddened to be banished to Conventry, but instead it Is that the only sound that drowns out the shattering of my heart, is the cracking that there is for thee.
🌹Oh, my sweet seductive Empress Rosebud.🌹
... who? Get a real escort, Pimpstar.
You should try sexting in archaic Chinese! Fucking workout, Boi!
... why? I'm not functionally illiterate or under a gag order or an obsessive-compulsive sex addict with a long and growing increasingly obvious trail of evidence pointing to the existence of a serious impulse control problem, Thugbunny.
I'm in an Eskimo igloo. Get a clue.
... where? I missed 17:00 free clue giveaway hour because I didn't want to ruin my birthday by assuming that your plan was to make me jealous again. Come on man. This is Lucy with the football in Sevastopol all over again.
How's the trial going?
Which one?
How's life?
Tedious. You truly are the only glitter in the darkness that is my world—& I would trade all of these Nobel Prizes I'm gonna get, for just 5 more minutes alone with you. You have no idea what you don't know, you have no idea what you're missing out on, and if you did... when you came back to consciousness after fainting dead away, I'm sure that you would agree with me after knowing all the facts: I totally deserved all of this, and you did too. You may be right, I may be f****** crazy, but I am not mentally ill.
And, I'm a Paladin-Sourceror, and you're a plumber. Let that sink in. I'll put my mid-life crisis up against yours, any day of the week. /flex
Have you had the chance to represent yourself yet legally? 🤭
Baby, there is no chance—I am the certitude.
Well..
-Bored now-
You don't know what bored is until you've out-waited a crack team of adjutant undercover accountants long enough to watch them become grandmothers. I'm really happy that I was clever enough to realize that I was going to have to demonstrate the fact that I wasn't doing any money laundering rather than just crossing my arms and looking innocent. But I didn't have to take The Fifth like a big strong independent man would have to. These goddam alligators and crocodiles wearing invisible calculator suits would have torn me apart, had I been involved in any kind of malfeasance, or guilty thereof the same.
These revenooers do not fuck around. If I were taking money for this, they would have tagged and bagged me and had me in Diego Garcia before I could have said, “I want my brain taken out.” To be quite honest, I've learned a lot through these experiences in the last couple years, and thankfully something I didn't have to learn already was that crime doesn't pay.
Clearly, it doesn't. Not like open, bald-faced lying through your teeth does. Or used to. Tee-hee!! Look, I'm sorry you all fucked yourselves up somehow. (I had other ideas for Christmas, and I guess all of all y'all had other ideas for me all together without bothering to actually check your basic assumptions with me for the entire rest of the year before that. More like decade. Great job, Alexandra.) I don't know who all of you are, nor do I understand the bond that ties you all together aside from a shared loathing and resentfulness towards my superior (HUNG/ARYAN) genome, nor do I feel resentful or saddened that I wasn't involved in all of the shenanigans at an executive level, because I told you all the truth, and truly, can it be said to be my fault that you didn't really believe me? It's not against the law for you to lie to me, it simply carries special consequences. Now, You Know (TM)(R).
Y'all come back real soon now, y’hear? Now, go on, get along with yourself— go on, git. Yeah, I see that some of you are still walking funny... some of you are lucky to still be walking at all! That don't matter none, t’wert’n’t all that long ago, all some of you knew about walkin’ was Slytherin. I'm sorry this bloated piñata isn't giving up the candy for you any faster, but maybe if you tried beating me with a different stick than the one you were Fed up with.
Though, good news everyone! I'm putting the finishing touches on a final edit to my smashing second volume of my epic magnum opus release, which a s an added bonus, comes with a complimentary pair of shoes, which are available here for pickup anytime anyone is comfortable growing a pair.
Come get some. {ilu}
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I speak to K_Dubb
I bet you have Linda Tripp, E.F. Hutton and G. Gordon Liddy listening too. Zut alors!
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No toast, barely a single peanut's worth of butter, and twenty-five pounds of Hungarian Tokaj golden plum jelly. Or maybe it's apricots. I forget. It could be giraffe balls for all I care, it's delicious. And you don't get any, and do you know why?
Standards. I don't even know what the fuck you think I was supposed to have done any different. At what point was I supposed to become a sitting duck? How about you riddle me this, when was I going to be read in? Because it looks like the long-term tactical plan for that strategic maneuver was gonna be, "exactly never." I don't think you know much about how severe the brain damage can get after literal decades of substance abuse, and you--you're a cantaloupe. You don't even yet know how abusive you have even been! No one told me shit, and you only thought I knew things, because none of you ever bothered to check, and you got snowed by -another- mil.spec psyop strike team, one totesdigital. I think. I don't know, I'm still collating data. I may never know. I don't even know if she's alive. I don't know who went to the hole. I don't know how long it's been since (PROT) got popped and ratted out (PROT) & (PROT), which, I daresay, must've been a hell of a party. Tee-hee!! I've been a little distracted, motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'? I came home and I got attacked by a mil.spec psyop strike team that would have been paid extra on the bounty if we had both been fucking killed. Instead, live to fight another day. Run, runwaway--look, up ahead, there's a sign-post that reads: "Now leaving The Plantation Zone."
No one told me anything. No one answered my questions. No one filled me in on the most basic of informations--and had been lying to me the entire time. An entire 5-year-mission, built on a foundation of full-on far-out mendacity, to go boldly, from one transient housing situation to the next, the long and winding road that leads to the door into Summer. Was it good for you too? Here was the plan when no one showed, no one called, no one wrote--MUTUALLY ASSURED END-OF-THE-WORLD ORGASM--and yeah, I feel fine. How's by you? Listen, these kinds of situations can lead to, shall we say... "unjust outcomes." But this isn't even the beginning of the New! Improved! END★GAME: Electric Boogaloo Part XI, sub-paragraph R, The Reckoning of The Cost of The Reckoning. Don't fret. Don't panic. Don't peacock. Just think about how I got leaned on by everybody. And in exchange I get... who? Look, this is taking involuntary celibacy to a whole new level. Nothing had to be this way. Well, now it is this way. Now look what you've done; I'm Big Bad Blofeld. I'm gonna take Lex Luthor's tipi and show him how to wig it. *WHAM* You broke the deal. Now we both face The Wheel. Play with cruel intentions, intend to win cruel surprises. I -literally- knew none of this shit I know now until -this year.- At what point was I supposed to succeed when all you ever told me how to do was to suck eggs? Others are -beyond- being liable for damages here, and you here have been acting as cover-up accomplices at the minimum, "just following orders" being the obvious first line of defense. AND IT'S THE MURDER OF A COMPANION ANIMAL, MY LAST SURIVING FAMILY MEMBER, which, laugh all you like, is still a, you know, a fuckin' felony. And I should have called the police who, on when, and said what, so why would anyone expect me to live through that nightmare? I didn't. I was killed 4 times that I remember. Let's go for five, because I'm going to die laughing before getting murdered on the cost of that big bad boy big bait truck.. and, seriously, how many secret paychecks are going on here? Fuck that. Time to settle up, TEXAS WHORE ANGEL. I'm turning red in the face like a boiled lobster, because the key monkey man is dead, the show's over, and I'm not gonna sue anybody. My heart, and the karmic debts associated with it, will go on and on, and on.
Tens of thousands of dollars, yo. Like, what the actual fuck? Forget about what I deserve, think about the karmic hit. I brought support, freely given in courageous pursuit of love in Truth. You brought 13 thugs in stolen Deputy threads after spending weeks planning to throw me over with the accomplice you'd been shafting me over and over to in the first goddam place for over eleven years. ELEVEN. Like, head assplode, yo. Head. Ass. PLODE. *polite_bang_boom_sugar_tension_crash* And you know what's worse, you're not even culpable or even to blame, but you could have just told me what was going on... and I could have stopped it all, bickety-bam, like an iron spike in an M1-Abrams tread.
There was no other outcome possible for me that didn't involve asphyxiation, either comedic, hernia-ick, or auto-erotic. Of course you argued with me a lot. Of course you ended up screaming at me. Of course I lost all interest in having sex with the tulpa you both left me behind with. What was the "Plan B" option when it turned out that I didn't deserve to get sold out to every serial killer's mailing list after I... oh, never mind.
You don't even know about the stolen sapphire, the phoney phone sex, and The Jack Signal hitting me right in the solar plexus. You don't know anything at all! And the reason why is, uh... Hell's bells, I don't even know anymore. Might be something classified, if you want me to tell you the goddam truth. Sometimes, some things can't be spoken of, they can only be acted upon, and if you know, you know.
Oh yeah, and Cancer Boy and Claymation Bottlefag can both stay the fuck away from me, what do you say? What a bunch of goddam bullshit. You all should be ashamed of yourselves. That was never gonna work. The most obvious power play disguised as a "fix my broken wing" defense since the failure of the Maginot Line. And what was it all good for? Hu-uh! Abso-lute-lee nuttin'! Say it again! ZWAR! Yeah-hey-yeaaaaah! Hey, don't sit there. It's fragile.
That house of burnt-up chairs, broken mirrors, and one-way glass--but two-way free ride & radio. You know what's in my garage? That 3rd chair. You know what's sitting on its seat? My IRS documents and past tax returns. What's on top of that? Well, I forget, but, trust me: I trapped them thieving pigfuckers under something heavy, just like all the rest of the axis of The Whirled. And I haven't set foot in there since I got back here in April. Not. One. Foot. Remember how it looked when you left? Dead ringer, Baby. Dead fuckin' ringer. Hey! I'm ready to get back to work on a -real- job as soon as you are, Doggy-Daddy. Okie-dokie? I'm on tenterhooks with the back and forth on this shit. Are they gonna make a deal or not? Here's my deal: I didn't ask for any help on this (except for five or six counselors and four or five shared friends and the whole goddam world with every breath I take as I wrote every word I've sprayed at The Nightmare Rectangle has pretty much been all about this since my life was threatened in front of a tiny butler child), and I haven't gotten any help on this, and I think everyone is embarrassed enough, so how about you give back everything you stole, including any reason I had to do anything else at all, other than whatever I fuckin' feel like doing? Because I, without hardly lifting any more than a finger, managed to... well, I don't know yet. When you can be bothered to act like a civilized human being, I'm excited to hear what your Company shark told you and Company girl to say, Company man. While you've been farting around wasting time pretending you were gonna blow me out of the water, I've been supporting your addict-in-denial ass the entire fuckin' time. What were you waiting for? Oh, that's right--Christmas. Meanwhile, look how effective I've been--I don't think I even need a job.
Just imagine it. This is the best vacation I've ever had! It's also -the only- vacation I've ever had. And I honestly would have preferred to have been right by your side, taking care of these matters right there along with you. And that's a claim I could have made at any time. At any year. Any where, any when, now and forever, Amen.
Enjoy the skin flick. No shame. None. Sop it up with a biscuit, and imagine Me, having conquered Fantasia, saving the best gravy for the last mop.
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What's the deal?
Everyone I've ever loved is being beaten and raped right now and I don't even care if the notion is real or not—but they definitely killed your sister.
And, I don't care about that either. My hand to G-d—totesnumb. When you find out the truth, take me out first. Make it tasty. Peace.
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8 when it is time for you retire, what do you think you'll miss first, The Rolling Stones music catalog, fresh crypto content courtesy of moi piling up at your doorstep, or jumping up on stage and taking a flying tackle of Mick Jagger screaming that he uses many drugs. “thank you I was thinking about thank you though... listen Mick. I've been thinking... it might be time for you to take another direction with the band or maybe you should just leave
you know just go it's very hard for me to be friends with you but you know what you've done I'm not going to listen here just just go you're you're disappointed you're a disgracing your disappoint me click
can't get No satisfaction. well that is always been a problem, although I can get satisfaction now so easily enemies that have haunted me for years have begun going away and the competition has thinned as well as sped up my heart, and I never imagined I'd see him mix brittle running game on me at my mother's house trying to do something as if I had been there and knowing what they're doing when they're hiding things like I see items left around the room that I didn't leave there and that's it Allison sees him too, and then she screaming at me as if I had done it I'm lying to her I'm looking at her I'm thinking to myself that if she has to scream at me to ask me if I'm lying about something that I wouldn't be doing anyway, well why shouldn't I do it then why is it so bad that she's got to screams she doesn't mind if I do it because obviously something screams like that there's only one thing I'm going to do and I'm going to private debrief dippity-do with Julie—because now, one of us is a goddam professional. and I can dance bot cheek and whisper all kinds of secret intel into arrears that is vetted and verified and super classified and for years only information cuz I happen to know that I can tell her things and then she wouldn't blab them and then if she said "hey, let's go shoot some drugs!" I could probably figure that she wouldn't cock things up because I don't think she does that very often and I don't think I do either yeah and then gone up and then there'd be something going on but that side of the illicit/CDen\family room with a straight jacketG-d now it makes sense I didn't know she was a.. yeah, see I can.
What exactly happened with the security thing that tumed into a big deal? I mean I know I told stories but what exactly occurred was there a thing that something happened? is there a newsletter I can join? is there something you can talk about? is there is there somebody who's is chatty a/s/n gym as a I don't... don't bother, sigh. →[].
And I want to make this clear: if I can't talk to those other people that have been trying to call and can't get through whoever they are and if it's dangerous for talking to people anyway then I should be able to go to the top of the list on the other column B. Julie and for my heart and money that's got to be me, but... haven't seen these people in 12 years. maybe 11:00? no it's too late I'll see you tomorrow. Okay well that's Jim and I for you, swap the Virgo for a Gemini what an amazing accomplishment.
Jim is another piece of work that I got to talk to you, I got to explain it that he had some kind of thing with her that I didn't understand she told me that he called no she called him and left a voicemail and it kind of shattered some kind of thing. Even at the time I didn't have any Oxygen I wasn't doing anything anyway I didn't know if there was! I didn't know there was all this going around nobody invited me until somebody asked me for help and then...
Well, as you've seen, it is what I do. I help.
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https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1596138503527698436
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dude you're talking to the wrong girl I never dated that one
nice podcast though have fun with your with your totally cool "wifefriend" lol
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have fun with your with your totally cool [girlfriend]
You've made that increasingly difficult in the most recent past.
Tell me, was that your aim? Or are you more of an accidental arsehole?
nice podcast
Thanks. Faggot.
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lol
Care to share your little joke with the rest of the class, Sloane? Cameron?
I know you see things that aren't there. I remember seeing them too. Some women are talking about you on YouTube, saying you're Schizophrenic (and those people aren't me, mind you. In fact, I've never interacted with any of them). This armchair diagnosis seems to have bothered you immensely. This unsubstantiated talk *yeah right* about you being "mentally ill." Maybe if you weren't such a screwball neighbours wouldn't be yelling at you while you live stream it.
Is this really what you're going for? You look a fool. And I suffer fools far longer than is pragmatic. Its one of my many faults (uh-oh, just exposed a potential Achilles Heel to a Narc', yi-FUCKIN'-ikes! Lets tack on the Narcissist label too, huh?
What I will get behind - and push - is the Misidentification Syndrome. Your incessant insistence on my being someone else's nigger. I do not look like a wristwatch with legs, do I? Nor am I scotch-taped to my grandparents wall. Nor do I lack 2 front teeth. Nor am I employed by the Bombursts to snatch and imprison children off the streets of Vulgaria.
Its like you've no-clipped and are trapped in some liminal space where you are Everywhere at the End of Time. These Backrooms seem to have caused magnetic quicksand; a gaping, abysmal void not unlike a lack of terminal lucidity. I refuse to rule out severe headwound(s) as a cause for your bizarre and unruly behaviour.
Will you get Obama to fund a brain scan, Nellie? We need answers. Maybe you have a tumour that's causing you to create a generally unpleasant atmosphere for anyone who comes into contact with you. #pigpen #peanuts
No wonder Miranda left.
you're talking to the wrong [person]
Go for an M.R.I., and I implore you to try your level best to ignore the discrete area of brain damage, probably ischaemic, in the anterior part of the right fusiform gyrus and a smaller area in the nearby anterior middle and inferior temporal gyri with associated parahippocampal and hippocampal atrophy.
A high order nervous system function that is devoted to the identification of faces is located in the adjacent midportion of the fusiform gyrus and a similar locus for environmental scenes, termed the parahippocampal place area, is present in the bordering parahippocampal gyrus.
The Misidentification [phenomena] in such a case can be explained by disruption of the connections of these highly specialised areas with the most anterior inferior and medial part of the right temporal lobe where long term memory and mechanisms for the retrieval of information that are required for the visual recognition of faces and scenes are stored.
Or perhaps you have Reduplicative Paramnesia, which causes you to repeatedly and consistently misidentify familiar places, sometimes including occupants, as replicas.
There is a similar phenomenon involving people, called l'illusion des sosies or Capgras Syndrome (with which an usually familiar person, such as a family member, is viewed as a stranger with an identical appearance).
Similar variants have been reported, including Frégoli Syndrome: those who suffer this plight conceptually misidentify people as another known person with an entirely different appearance.
ALL PLAUSIBLE.
I never dated [her]
I never said you did.
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hey asshole let's see if you can keep up a relationship without banning the competition from your own board—I've not been able to log on as Jackstar for quite some time now, and you are a monstrous vile reprehensible scumbag.
which makes the two of you quite the pair, have fun sucking each other's dicks execute post a bit submit
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I never said you did.
Thanks. Faggot.
No wonder Miranda left.
I threw her ass out in the cold and made her walk her ass home after making violent threats to me against my person, and I don't regret it for a fucking minute.
She really wasn't very nice to me, but I bet you and she would get along great, since you're a ni55er, she loves them, and you're both a55h0les, who couldn't tell the difference between Kiefer and milk without a company named Sutherland putting the name on the bottle.
YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO BE BLANK.
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let's see if you can keep up a relationship without banning the competition from your own board
In order to qualify as "competition," you need to be a worthy opponent - and not a collosal waste of time - which is all you really are.
I've not been able to log on as Jackstar for quite some time now
That's too bad. I haven't banned anybody for like a year now.
You obviously don't know how to work a fucking keyboard.
Reset your password or something. I haven't done anything to your account.
Remember: A bad workman blames his tools. Which is kind of a double entendre, because you're a massive tool.
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You obviously don't know how to work a fucking keyboard.
good answer, so probable
Reset your password or something. I haven't done anything to your account.
you're a liar, eat shit and die
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good answer, so probable
you're a liar, eat shit and die
In order to qualify as "competition," you need to be a worthy opponent - and not a collosal waste of time - which is all you really are.
That's too bad. I haven't banned anybody for like a year now.
You obviously don't know how to work a fucking keyboard.
Reset your password or something. I haven't done anything to your account.
Remember: A bad workman blames his tools. Which is kind of a double entendre, because you're a massive tool.
Is this a bad time to ask for a pay raise and a company jet?
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you're a liar, eat shit and die
Uh. Yeah. Nah.
What could I possibly gain from disabling your primary account?
I run a forum. My job is to make sure members accounts are secure and not interfered with by anybody.
Its in my best interest, as well as everyone elses.
I can reset the password for you, if you want.
No problem.
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Is this a bad time to ask for a pay raise and a company jet?
(https://media2.giphy.com/media/2obZgQhen41lm/giphy.webp?cid=6c09b952838bc447b70b1fc08540dff621743b8834ad09bd&rid=giphy.webp&ct=g)
Actually, I think its just about the right time to do so.
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I can reset the password for you, if you want.
HYPOTHESIS: Someone logs me out of the server, then logs in as me, then sends private messages to one or more other users (so as to alert other members of their "Team" that something of immediate and time-sensitive importance has been revealed and/or discovered), which are then deleted or otherwise obscured to my notice--perhaps some kind of "Nerdo Trigger Mode" is employed.
How the fuck should I know? I'm a writer, I like this forum software, and I innately know how to code for machines--but that doesn't mean I automatically know what is going on under the hood. Also, I do absolutely no background deep-dive type of research on this. I do not hire private investigators. I do not act in secret and plot deceptive schemes with others in order to gain advantage over others. I do not obsessively Google people and their content or their social media in order to find out little details.
In short--I don't know what you drooling m0m0s are doing, nor how it is done... but I -know- that -something- is being done, by a substantial number of people, and not a one of them--NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON--has revealed any of these inner workings of "conspiracy" to me, although I hesitate to use the term.
It's a powerful word. Conspiracy! Villagers! Pitchforks! Mass hysteria! But sadly, it is the word to be used, as the people who are engaged in such activities in my area of life experience... these people who talk about me, talk with others about matters that involve me, and agree to the principle of holding my awareness in secret, while sharing information with each other, well. WELL.
It's become a grafted monstrosity of obsessive horror. Do I love it? No. But I do admire it, what we have all wrought here together upon the skeletal scaffolding of my hollowed out life... all of you, together behind the scenes. Me, myself alone, on the stage.
Bathing in the limelit footlits. Center stage, as all the world is, and players come and go, but the one constant is, I'm there, on my spot, on the stage, in the middle, constantly surrounded, yet forever alone.
Standing under buckets of pigs' blood. Note, Dorks: BLOOD. FROM PIGS.
Now, I can't explain why The Great Drenchening has yet to occur, but you know there are people howling for it. They paid for it. They paid for bloooood. And now, more than ever, they fucking want it.
They're gonna get it, too. Mobs are like that, especially when crazed with bloodlust. And by now, some of them must very well be. You would not -believe- the digital shadow that all this garbage has cast over the whole of my life. Fortunately, well, no family, no pets, no friends that are not paid informants... not a lot of leverage there.
And make no mistake: these people want suffering. They hardly want my death. They hardly need yet another house--they basically have all the money in the world, if not the ability to walk down its streets freely. That's pretty much the deal, when one goes Full Outlaw... money no longer is attached to fair exchange of value, it's just another commodity to be struggled over. It's tempting, don't get me wrong.
Trouble with being Full Outlaw is, no one would believe for a goddam minute that I would be such. Even with my life in apparent shambles, well for one thing, it's not. For another, I am no Job and this is no result of a wager between God and The Devil. I am not being punished to test my faith.
Hell's bells, people: i am not being punished -at all.- Sure, it's kind of sad--so sad, really--to see people repeatedly holding lit firecrackers in their clenched fists and then becoming surprised that, once again, I am immune to fist-clenched explosives, look, seriously, People: MAGICKAL SHIELDING.
Obviously that sounds like bullshit. Thus, the lengthy testing process. Obviously if I can create wards of imaginary arcane potency that can withstand the flowing rivers of odious bile that come out of this place, well! I might really have some tech to write home about. (It's all just prayer and devotion to G-d and country, so... don't get too excited. No eyes of newt--of course endangered and very dear in cost. No ritualistic sex during blood orgies--of course the sheets get stained, and Scotchguard, well... let's just say, it's a mess, at the beginning, in the middle, and especially at the bottom. No thanks.
I would make a very poor Merlin and Camelot would not be well served any tenure of mine as any Court Magician. I am apolitical these days, and I fucking mean it: I don't care who is running things, I care nothing for the local corruption clearly evident in the local color and constabulary... every land has its bad apples, you dig?
I didn't come here to cleanse The Land of corruption. Oh, no. I came here, because the woman I love BROUGHT ME HERE. Now, why she did that? Heh. HEHE. I swear, I have no fuckin' idea... and frankly, I don't even care to find out.
I've seen hostile spells--actual magic shit, Kids--actually cast at me by lunatics wiggling their goddam fingers at me and I have observed visual effects as shit has, at times, literally bounced off my mojo. Is that cool to witness? Well, yeah. Does it make me insane? Well, no... what -would- make me insane, is if I could no longer distinguish the difference between "real" reality, and "idk-wtaf" reality.
Lots of scholars have written about this before. I have no need to go into this any further. I mention this to bring context to present the following:
These opposing forces that are -highly- interested in me now will simply never, ever stop... partially because I do not wish them to. Let me explain:
My tech needs testing. As unpleasant as it is, there are no crash test dummies I can solicit for the task, and it should go without saying... I would hardly ask another to do something I would be unwilling to do, and in truth, I have no solid or demonstrable evidence that I myself and all the rest of the people in the world who pay attention to this experience of "Reality" that can be had... like, seriously, we all might just be fucking crazed lunatics.
That being said, I would prefer lunacy to wandering around the world wearing a diaper on my face and injecting minor children with ill-tested and obviously adulterated "vaccinations" which, in my view, were absolutely nothing of the kind. And the phenomenal irony in basically the whole world thinking that IV crystal meth (I don't, never have) and use needles all the time because I'm a getting-high obsessed weirdo (I am neither, and that should be obvious to any and/or all bothering to pay attention) and that a bunch of dorks who stood around and let Biden be declared Stage President while Obama and Trump played Puny Civil War behind the scenes in the Continuity of Government hyper-structure, where the real power in the U.S. is located.... okay, they can tell me they know it's okay to use needles on children, but just for their vax they approved, but I, no matter what I am doing, cannot be trusted--at all--with any sense or legitimacy, even though while in reality, I quite enjoy followong the law--it really makes the weed taste better when isn't illegal--and of course, it goes without saying, all I wanna do is find every children I can and shoot them up with LSD. Right in the carotid! Right? Because there's a bunch of poorly articulated Internet shitposts that suggest I'm some kind of deviant.
So. Needles for the White Coat Gang, but even though I watched my mother stab herself 3 times a day and then eat cookies for 4 meals a day, not what she was "supposed" to do, but since she was buying cookies over and over and over, and wasn't brewing up crystal in the basement with me (fuck we would have been a grand Breaking Bad team, me and Mom, but no, and I found out later why--she already broke the bank before I was born) my mother was totally accepted by polite society, mostly, although I think most people wondered why she bothered with my father and I. Certainly, when growing up I could not figure out why they hated each other... it sure wasn't meth, that's for sure.
Or maybe it was. I don't know. I have -no idea,- and now they're dead. Nevertheless, even they would probably wonder about the truth of me, if all they had was everyone they ever knew or were going to meet, talking about the truly ludicrous amount of false paper and exaggerated reports that have been spread all over the Internet from hell to country fucikin' breakfast... just a huge long scree of stuff that I never actually did. Never even had the opportunity to do.
What the fuck? Oh, well, most of you know, but grats to me, I finally figured it out: SOMEONE WHO DOES DO ALL THAT SHIT IS EXPECTING TO GET ME TO TAKE THE FALL FOR ANY NUMBER OF THEIR LOATHESOME CRIMES... and then, with me safely tucked away and neutralized, all my remaining resources would be... you know, theirs. Ripe for the pickings, as they say.
The worst thing is not that this has happened. No, this shit happens all the time. The worst thing is that people are actually talking to other people, about me, and -not- talking to me, and believing what other people say about me to be... more accurate than what I am saying about myself. Like... what the fuck? You can't be that stupid. Can there be that much fiat money in black budgets to support the losers who need to eat and pay for electricity while they spend, literally, COUNTLESS HOURS OBSESSING OVER ME AND MY LIFE.
Now, I am pretty. But I am not -that- pretty. There must be a large number of people who had banked on myself being taken out of the picture so life could move on for everyone who ever wanted to dump off their criminal and civil liability on to me... because, holy shit. Like, I am not worth this much trouble... I thought.
And, of course, the other little quirk that has exacerbated the complexity of the situation, is that in response to all this seeming malfeasance, I have done... basically nothing. Nothing at all.
Who would I even report to? I told Jesus to go whoop their ass. Asses have been whooped, I can assure. Was I there? Do I know details? Fuck no! I don't want to see people bleeding on the cold moneychangers stone floor with their incubators and shit, no. I just want people who damage me to, you know... STOP, and have them gently moved to some other part of reality. One where I do not have to deal with their loathsome tactics and the tactics of their ilk.
I've considered changing my identity--faking my death, all that kind of jazz. However... hey, uhm, I like my identity. I LOVE WHO I AM. Y'all don't even know the half of it. It's not just how pretty I am, oh no... I got skils, too. Mad skillz, yo. Believe it.
Or, you know, you could believe what Azzerae is saying about me on his podcast. I do appreciate the disclaimer. I thought I made it a bit long, but I have to hand it to him--he read the whole damn thing, and he did pretty good at it too. And, as a free speech absolutist, I can't really get too upset and the utterly vile and repugnant things I hear being said about me. At this point, I can only throw up my hands--hell, the whole of the arms, they ain't tired--and recognize that, well, there's no way he is -actually- so stupid as to believe the fantastic, mendastic statements he's made about me. Just in the last ten minutes, holy shit.
Claims I pal around with Rubini all the time making tons of rape jokes. No, in fact, I don't think I've gotten call from Rubini Prime in months. Others have called who -sound- like Rubini, and I collectively call these people "Fauxbini," because "faux" means "lying pig" in French, I think. Maybe not pig. Maybe dog. Who knows? The point is... I get phone calls, and I answer them, and because I am not a coward and I relish the challenge, rather than suddenly hanging up the phone and running for an audio bunker, screeching all the way... I just talk back.
Most of my phone communications with anyone who sounds like David Rubini--and it takes a certain amount of technical skill to impersonate him authentically, it does not seem to be "plug-and-spray-spittle-LET-ME-FINISH-LET-ME-FINISH-JUST-TWENTY-MORE-SECONDS", no. It varies. Some people seem to be better at using highly classified software that is meant to seamlessly hide the actual identity of the user and replace their image and likeness--real time, on the fly, on camera, on panel, on stream, EVERYWHERE... it is very sophsiticated.
I believe that I am essentially being used as a software tester for what amounts to be, at this time, an internationally acknowledged and widley reviled group--or "gang," if you must--of the most loathsome, sickening, and vile reprobates that have ever walked the surface of the Earth. Perhaps in the future, this will be "The New CIA" or "M.O.S.S.A.D. Non-Sloppy Second" or hell, maybe "The New New O.S.S. & Osterman Weekend of Dancing With The Stars," like sure, high-level State diplomacy fascinates me, but how the Punylings are gonna work it all out once the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared from WWIII-V or whatever... look, that's not my area. I have no women. I have no children. I don't even have any friends--if I did, well, they'd probably wonder why I keep getting fucked with by crooked cops and white hat spooks while my entire digital life is hacked out directly through my own anus and looped back again... because, while I do know how to, like, reformat my phone, install a firewall ,all that? I don't do none of that.
I work on tuning my shields. Fuck your firewalls, Bill Gates. I'm breaking new ground. Does it work? Oh, Hell no. My life is a disarray and totesfucked in every direction, although at least my anus does work. However... it's not being tested to see if it "works." It's being tested because... IT EXISTS.
Yeah, I feel good about where I've taken my life. I don't give a shit about getting a Nobel Prize. I think that's just a joke. What I do care about is that there are really only two possibilities: either I've crafted something quite special and utterly unique, or, I've done a shitload of background work for an upcoming epic series of fictional novels. I mean, sure, not a great way to make lots of money, but I don't care much about that, and besides, it's a thing people do.
Not so much successfully while being haunted by a gang of... well, let's just say, there's a lot of gangs in the world, and at this point, rather mor than basically bucking all of them have heard of my exploits, which are seemingly a big deal, for reasons that aren't entirely anything but totally opaque.
So anyway, at this point, being banned from 3 out of 4 *Gab sites, and being routinely lambasted by the "owner" of the fourth... and the real problem is the lack of class I see in the gaslighting. For example: Azzerae is on in the background, and he seems fully unaware, or fully incognizant of the necessity to do so, because he's relentlessly implying that I am some kind of "whiner" for being less than thrilled about being totally isolated from society, and that if I "only treated people better" I would have "more friends."
Okay, let me explain this to you. More friends == more kidnap and extortion targets. More people who wish to harrass me, find me largely unmoved--I went to public school, IDGAF about most tactics, do your worst, Geobbels--and what has happened in the past, is that people I do not know, seeking to harm me, actively lie to, attack, assault, defame, and generally make life difficult for anyone who dares make it known to anyone that they do, in fact, like my personality, and wouldn't mind, you know, inviting me to a cook-out, or their wedding, or who knows what, yeah?
Look, botttom line: no friends means no avenues to attack me. I defy anyone to claim that this "paranoia." Right now, listening to Azzerae, he's mocking me for considering the believe that there are "secret" groups of people on Twitter, he uses as an example, and he brazenly, with his bareface hanging out, that I am delusional for even thinking this, and that I cannot "prove" anything.
DUDE I FOUND A CHAT ROOM OF OVER 42 PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS TO CYBERSTALK ME, DEFAME MY REPUTATION, MAKE MONEY OFF MY IMAGE AND LIKENESS THROUGHOUT ALL MANY OF NEFARIOUS SCHEMES. I LISTENED TO THEIR "SHOW." I PUT IT ON YOUTUBE WITH MY COMMENTARY ADDED, WHICH MAKES IT FAIR USE, BTW.
This is why there's a disclaimer for Azzerae to read. He's knowingly, openly... telling false facts about me. A lot. A LOT A LOT. In an earnest, "Trust me I'm Hitler and Jackstar is a jew" voice. I think he's practicing to be the South African Adolf, to tell you the truth.
However... I mean, shit, can I really complain? "It is better to be talked about than not to be talked about at all." Arguable, Mr. Wilde, but fuck it, back before the Internet maybe so. In any event, I love Azzerae, I think he's a very talented artist and in spite of what might be a very poor outlook on those of what he deems "inferior" genetic stock... I see him as a creative force to be, not reckoned with in the future, but to be perhaps... even exalted. I'm not sure why he thinks Hungarians are niggers and that makes him entitled to my family's wealth and house and shit, but... well, whatever. It's South Africa, fuck, I'm glad he doesn't chew with his mouth open.
He really is quite good at shit. Like, art shit. He has many talents, many more than myself... I pretty much just do one thing well, and that is... use WORDS.
Thought. Word. Actions. These are the Three Levels of Creation. And I have chosen to excel in the use of Word, as a surgeon would excel in the use of a scalpel.
Between the Alpha of Thought and the Omega of Taking Action, all of our consensual reality passes from one end to the other, from start to finish in a great neverending circle, the Ourorobourus of Time and Space... and right in the middle, one singular aspect of the human experience:
LANGUAGE. And I am a Master at it. (A monoglot, really, but that can be a strength of depth, and do I really need to seduce women in more than one language? Nah.)
This is why the psychological narrative tricks that convince people to think in certain, directed ways, and plots and schemes that are storyboarded out in boardrooms and then played out on the surface of the Earth by paid actors, agent provocateurs, and Agents of Law, both valid and invalid... all of it passes through the eye of the needle... there's a story, there's a narrative, and as I speak English, it gets presented in English by necessity.
This my Area. Words. Talk. Face it, I am unbeatable. However, I am not undefeatable, as that depends on what I decide my future victory conditions are. As of now... I've basically given up on hoping Azzerae will become a person who spreads true facts about me, rather than what he is now, which is a "Black Public Relations" mouthpiece, who whether he knows it or not... is working hand-in-glove with opposing forces who didn't like seeing me with a close, intimate partner.
Oh no. And now that I am aloooooone, sob bluh, well, it should be easy to squash me like a bug, non? Well, no. It's not. Because for one thing, I'm not insane at all... I'm eccentric. Get it right.
Anyway, back to the hypothesis. No one knows, least of all me, what I am capable of. I didn't take notes. I didn't write things down. I didn't share things with co-researchers and conduct experiments... primarily because most of that may well be illegal or unlawful. Like, diagnosing people without being a doctor, or claiming that a person can cure diseases, or... all manner of shite. I had hoped to avoid all that, and I am of course tremendously lazy, and so "nothing on paper" seemed a neat solution to an otherwise thorny problem.
So, that's where we are at today. I am not largely friendless because I am insane, or unpleasant to be around, or any of that. I am living a solitary lifestyle and am allowing opposing forces to continue to keep me isolated BECAUSE I AM GENUINELY CONCERNED FOR WHAT MIGHT BE DONE TO PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT, WERE ANYONE TO KNOW WHO I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT. (This is also known as "The Gwen Stacy Problem," and I do love spiders, but I am not the reprobate arch-criminal who has been hoaxing my identity for -at least- 12 years, probably longer, and has a tattoo of a spider's web on his scalp. Under the hairline, you dig? Can't see it when he has hair.
He shaves bald, and... well, it's like this, he's not going to be mistaken as me very easily... by anyone who ever met me. Who has met me these days? Well, not very many people, that's for sure. And people I've not seen in years? Oh, how easily fooled people can be, truly.
I'm kinda torn, really, don't they deserve what they get to allow themselves to be swindled? Well, no, they don't, and thought there's not much I can do about it directly, I still feel bad about it.
In any event, I do not expect this state of affairs to last forever. For one thing, I don't think there are too many arch-criminals left who think that fucking with me is a good idea... because, as it turns out, surprise, being bullied every day of my life for as long as I can remember--no really. every day. shrug.--has lead me to become a person extremely aware of my personal boundaries.
SO, that's why the disclaimer, and that's why, when I suddenly find myself logged out of the website after making a particularly delicious post, and I suddenly can't login--but i can with a different account, and then a few days later I decide to complain about it, even though I am met with nothing but scorn and derision, well, fact is, after I complained, I could log in again.
Arguably I don't even need to login at all--I should have some other platform to do "this" on, however by now, "this" has become I do not even fucking know what this is. Unlicensed and ethically-shady psychological experiment run by the military? Sure, fine, whatever. I've become rather desensitized to it all, quite frankly.
I have two goals and that's it: Medical attention for my hand--it really hurts. And, find my friends... because at least 5 people, I know for a fact, would quite like to have a simple friendship with me again, or at all, or whatever, as it turns out quite a few people who knew me before, weren't quite aware of what I was actually doing with my time, and thought I was just, you know, one of them losers who smokes weed all the time.
On balance, I prefer being who I really am than being rudely dismissed as some kind of drug-addled clownhead... especially as I can now feel free to speak openly about basically whatever the fuck I want, because while you lot were all wearing diapers on your faces and using needles to inject RFID chips into your children--anything to keep them away from me, huh? :rolleyes:--I have been doing actual research into fascinating fields--niche fields, to be sure, but that only fascinates a researcher specializing in occult and arcane technologies like myself.
(How anyone didn't see this as a giant tarbaby named Venkman is a total mystery to me, but fuck it, it's fun. Except for the murders of my family and companion animals and the abduction of my... whatevah and the incessant impossibility of carrying on anything like a normal social interchange while dealing with incessant waves of fucked-off Schweinhund, hellbent on vengeance, or bounty, or trophy, or what-have-you... like, I don't know. People are insane, and those that aren't, are pretty stupid, and everyone else, hey, I don't blame people for wishing to keep a distance from me.
I probably don't want them around either. I -especially- do not want the people around who are steadfastly COMMITTED to the notion of SEPARTING ME FROM AUTHENTIC COMMUNICATION WITH ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO WISHES TO SPEAK WITH ME.
I don't really wanna talk to anyone unless they would like to talk to me, and anyone who does, guess what? Goes to the Internet.
Where the -real- trap door spiders lie a-wait.
Not sure what I'm going to do with all this just yet, but I'm still collating data. Meanwhile, literally never, ever believe a single thing Azzerae says about me, or in fact, what ANYONE says about me... because they are either openly seeking to decieve, or have decieved themselves, because NO ONE has asked me important questions, and yet EVERYONE who speaks about me on the Internet--that I am allowed to see--seems to think their opinion of me, at this point, amounts to a hill of beans in a snowstorm. Yeah, they're food. Start chomping in a blizzard, right?
Christmas is in 19 days and I have no awareness nor expectation that a single person remembers or thinks of me in any context other than "how can we get rid of him?" and/or "how can we take/steal\"confiscate, not steal, because we're better than you, oink-oink" all his stuff?" Like, tons of my property and monies have been pilferered and ransacked from me. TONS.
Do I need to complain? To who? Let me explain... this is The Algonquinn Way. I don't even mind so much what's happening to me... I've learned a lot. Don't worry about me. My concern at present is that... it does seem that the lies told about me could be of higher quality. More creatively entertaining. Less likely to confuse me with a scumbag who travels at night, hides in shadows, and impersonates me through the use of highly sophisticated software that I not only have zero access to... I have no knowledge on how to use it, nor do I even want to. Why hide myself? I'm cool.
It's probable that some d-bag is intentionally trying to spoof my identity--badly--so that people will assume that it's me, trying to impersonate something else, balh balh blah blah... it's really discouraging.
Except... well, they're doing it at all, so I must have value, and I stopped these gearhead dopeslave fuckmongers dead to rights in whatever "plans" they had, as I guess no one thought that "I am a Sourceror" was anything but an announcement of feeble senility.
Nope. *polite_giggles*
So that's what's up with Azzerae and I. I don't believe his statements at face value: he knows exactly what is going on, but is unable to declare loyalty to me in any way other than as sniveling worm who is ready to turn traitor to my interests at any moment... because, well, for one thing, he is. He's a fucking cartoonist, People, he's barely even human. Why isn't he a "doodler"? Oh no, that's not diginified, well, whatever.
None of this is important in the final analysis. We all of us on this planet are all simply trying to hold hands as we walk each other Home. And you'll all get there, whether in singles or in pairs or a huge gang of cyberstalking pederasts. Shrug. Life is a ride. You are on it. And one day, you won't be.
I'll still be there. (Shortcut.) Don't get too nervous about it. But, uhm, yeah... There are literally three to five actual human beings that I have known, that I am under the impression they would like to talk to me... but at least two of them, I don't know if they're even still alive. I don't know if anyone of them know I am still alive. Occasionally the software tools that are used to separate my communications from others is quite effective, but still... one cannot stop the signal.
And in this case, the signal is Love. Grapefruit? THERE WERE A TOTAL OF SEVENTEEN OF THEM. I don't give a shit if that makes no sense to you, Dear Reader. What I am saying is that multiple people, under the guise of NO CONTACT EMERGENCY, are being kept from communicating with me, and the alleged "victim" may or may not be dead, in custody, full-on held prisoner, being blackmailed not to contact me, or just so tired of my bullshit that leaving me ultra-ghosted sounds like a good idea. As most of them are women, well, shrug, who knows why? And I cannot deny... I'm in a dangerous game these days.
Just because I'm winning doesn't mean I always will, and besides, I'm not tired yet, but I will be. I'm pretty fucking tired for real, though, of not being able to tell anyone the really cool stuff that I have found out over the last year... because I simply have no more confidants left.
This too shall pass and I will one day have a new identity and there will be a modicum of peace in my life. Until that happens, yeah, I'm delusional, sure, and the doodler from Johannesburg knows the real truth. Sure, okay.
Incidentally, everything you've heard about Spoofer's houseguest is a loosely-distilled rehashing of my own life, and it's a mockery of anything approaching Truth. As to why this complicated charade is happening, I can think of only one legitimate reason: some people heal slow, especially when shitloads of money has been funneled into trust accounts in the names of people who don't even know that this was done, and all of them are being pursued by sexual predators working diligently, ruthlessly and relentlessly to be fully compromised into sexual bondage/slavery and financial domination while being lead to believe that I am someone else, somewhere else, married to someone, et cetera, et cetera... it's all so goddam stupid, I can't barely recognize this shit has being even remotely relevant to anyone's interests, let alone theirs.
Meanwhile I'm just sitting here alone. I don't get calls. I just don't. My emails do not get returned. My phone calls all go to voicemail--no one ever calls me except obvious Feds and scam artists looking to get money, information, just for kicks, you know, whatever. Why I even have a phone is a reasonable question, but I assume at some point one of these absolute rocket scientist geniuses will figure out what they're doing wrong, or someone will do it too far one too many times... who knows. The center cannot hold this level of corruption, and I am certainly not interested in any of this shit. I told you MONTHS ago: this was a bad idea.
Meanwhile I'm going to continue to not make friends and not worry about the fact that you're all wasting your time. Really, it's been quite a peaceful year. What am I missing out on? Well, nothing I guess. Have fun being blackmailed and extorted? I guess? Yawn.
Someone is lying their ass off to everyone about me and evidently every single person either believes it or doesn't care that it's all bullshit. And what some of you don't seem to understand... this is a playbook. All of this has happened before, all of this will happen again, and I frankly don't know what about this situation is unusual at all, aside from the fact that I've been ripped out of my incubator and left to die on the cold stone-tiled hospital floor. Alone.
(Those of you who are pissed that I have suspended all payment service to all outstanding debt that I have until the end of the EMERGENCY can, quite frankly, with all due politeness, go soak your heads. Superwrencher can keep right on truckin' along, he's so badass--apparently he doesn't know what it is like to literally have nowhere to go. Yeah, go on and get all pushy, Buddy, I'm sure you feel lots better to know you have me under your thumb, lol, now go fuck my wife and buy her some shoes and tell yourself you're a real big studmuffin. Meanwhile, as has been the plan all along, I'll see to it that all my debts just... *poof* go vanish when I fuckin' feel like it. You know, like when someone fuckin' feels like noticing that there's no goddam EMERGENCY at all, you're all just a bunch of brutish, thieving criminal thugs, and delighted I am indeed to be of service in your entertainment needs. Frankly, I hope you party hard all over the peninsula in it without me, G-d knows you deserve it. For my own part, other things are cleared when i get around to it, and if I had anyone to actually help me, I might be more inclined to hurry it up. But I don't, and watching the carnage from a distance is certainly more pleasant than being sent to custody again. Hey, guess what? It's not against the law to hole up and wait.
It's also not against the law to sit in one place and slowly waste away to nothingness. /shrug. The only way to win a rigged game is to not play.)
Zugzwang, my Lovelies. Good luck explaining your budgets--and after you were all so expert about how much you knew about mine. Ironic, non?
p.s.: I WON YOUR GAME. Nice Winner's Circle I got going on here... literally no one bothers me for anything except to threaten me for money or to pretend they have concern for my well-being. I'm saving a bundle on hair conditioner, that's for sure.
p.p.s.: Hey D.V.R. D.N.R, I'm getting tired of Azzerae telling me that it's "creepy" I talk to you "all the time" (we barely communicate at all and you generally just hang up on me immediately after your triangulate and update your voiceprint on me--I don't know why anyone gives a shit who I talk to given that I'm digitally, fully isolated) and, you know what? It seems like I am the only one around who knows what actually happened, and maybe you should, you know, like, go to court? Prove your innocence? Defend your name? You could depose me! You could watch me get cross-examined! Doesn't that sound like fun? Oh, maybe not. Well anyway, you're both equally schizo as far as I am concerned and no one, anywhere, EVER, is gonna think I'm any less sane than anyone here. Unless I get poisoned with polonium or something. I just can't even be bothered, and no one is ever going to succeed in their attempts to render me insolvent. The only reason I am still here is that specious charges against me keep me in the state, and an obnoxious thug thinks that he's helping himself by slowing me down--he's not, I would have just left by now... like, I literally have no reason to talk to anyone here or even to post material here at all, it's just slightly less boring than playing video games and getting blasted. Shrug. I'll have more flexibility after I am exonerated at trial. (There won't be one, they're literally just going to leave it in limbo until whomever committed the most fraud that gets discovered first rolls over. My money would be on... well, I won't announce my wagers, I think that would be in very poor taste given that some people here are wildly liable for all manner of unknown shenanigans, and I, for one, am glad to finally be happy to not be invited along.) Trust me, I would love to go to trial immediately, but obviously that is not what I was sent to jail for. Pfftt. Put an innocent man on trial and let him clear the record of any and all doubt? That's so bourgeoise.
Everyone just keep calling me a pedofaggot instead. I am sure this should help out society immensely. Kudos.
p.p.p.s.: if everyone could stop murdering my girlfriends that would be great. They just keep coming back, you know, and since I am utterly decoupled from common consensual reality, it's not really hard to just wake up in a world where someone who didn't exist the day before wasn't there, but I wasn't there either, so no one ever notices. I know, it sounds like horseshit, but that's largely because I'm not trying very hard to explain to anyone what exactly I mean.
Neither is anyone else explaining things to me, and so, long story short, that's why I'm not concerned about being implicated in MAJOR FELONY FRAUD. Have fun storming the castle, Kids. I'll most likely report the truck stolen in the morning. Or maybe not. You know what's funny? GRAPEFRUIT COULD REPORT IT STOLEN FOR ME. lol. Shrug. I don't know if that would make me jealous or not, but it might be worth a try.
tl:dr.mck; TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS.
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HYPOTHESIS: Someone logs me out of the server, then logs in as me, then sends private messages to one or more other users (so as to alert other members of their "Team" that something of immediate and time-sensitive importance has been revealed and/or discovered), which are then deleted or otherwise obscured to my notice--perhaps some kind of "Nerdo Trigger Mode" is employed.
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Multiple Personality Syndrome would explain a lot here.
https://youtu.be/ptr81MyvsU0
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HYPOTHESIS: Someone logs me out of the server, then logs in as me, then sends private messages to one or more other users (so as to alert other members of their "Team" that something of immediate and time-sensitive importance has been revealed and/or discovered), which are then deleted or otherwise obscured to my notice--perhaps some kind of "Nerdo Trigger Mode" is employed.
How the fuck should I know? I'm a writer, I like this forum software, and I innately know how to code for machines--but that doesn't mean I automatically know what is going on under the hood. Also, I do absolutely no background deep-dive type of research on this. I do not hire private investigators. I do not act in secret and plot deceptive schemes with others in order to gain advantage over others. I do not obsessively Google people and their content or their social media in order to find out little details.
In short--I don't know what you drooling m0m0s are doing, nor how it is done... but I -know- that -something- is being done, by a substantial number of people, and not a one of them--NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON--has revealed any of these inner workings of "conspiracy" to me, although I hesitate to use the term.
It's a powerful word. Conspiracy! Villagers! Pitchforks! Mass hysteria! But sadly, it is the word to be used, as the people who are engaged in such activities in my area of life experience... these people who talk about me, talk with others about matters that involve me, and agree to the principle of holding my awareness in secret, while sharing information with each other, well. WELL.
It's become a grafted monstrosity of obsessive horror. Do I love it? No. But I do admire it, what we have all wrought here together upon the skeletal scaffolding of my hollowed out life... all of you, together behind the scenes. Me, myself alone, on the stage.
Bathing in the limelit footlits. Center stage, as all the world is, and players come and go, but the one constant is, I'm there, on my spot, on the stage, in the middle, constantly surrounded, yet forever alone.
Standing under buckets of pigs' blood. Note, Dorks: BLOOD. FROM PIGS.
Now, I can't explain why The Great Drenchening has yet to occur, but you know there are people howling for it. They paid for it. They paid for bloooood. And now, more than ever, they fucking want it.
They're gonna get it, too. Mobs are like that, especially when crazed with bloodlust. And by now, some of them must very well be. You would not -believe- the digital shadow that all this garbage has cast over the whole of my life. Fortunately, well, no family, no pets, no friends that are not paid informants... not a lot of leverage there.
And make no mistake: these people want suffering. They hardly want my death. They hardly need yet another house--they basically have all the money in the world, if not the ability to walk down its streets freely. That's pretty much the deal, when one goes Full Outlaw... money no longer is attached to fair exchange of value, it's just another commodity to be struggled over. It's tempting, don't get me wrong.
Trouble with being Full Outlaw is, no one would believe for a goddam minute that I would be such. Even with my life in apparent shambles, well for one thing, it's not. For another, I am no Job and this is no result of a wager between God and The Devil. I am not being punished to test my faith.
Hell's bells, people: i am not being punished -at all.- Sure, it's kind of sad--so sad, really--to see people repeatedly holding lit firecrackers in their clenched fists and then becoming surprised that, once again, I am immune to fist-clenched explosives, look, seriously, People: MAGICKAL SHIELDING.
Obviously that sounds like bullshit. Thus, the lengthy testing process. Obviously if I can create wards of imaginary arcane potency that can withstand the flowing rivers of odious bile that come out of this place, well! I might really have some tech to write home about. (It's all just prayer and devotion to G-d and country, so... don't get too excited. No eyes of newt--of course endangered and very dear in cost. No ritualistic sex during blood orgies--of course the sheets get stained, and Scotchguard, well... let's just say, it's a mess, at the beginning, in the middle, and especially at the bottom. No thanks.
I would make a very poor Merlin and Camelot would not be well served any tenure of mine as any Court Magician. I am apolitical these days, and I fucking mean it: I don't care who is running things, I care nothing for the local corruption clearly evident in the local color and constabulary... every land has its bad apples, you dig?
I didn't come here to cleanse The Land of corruption. Oh, no. I came here, because the woman I love BROUGHT ME HERE. Now, why she did that? Heh. HEHE. I swear, I have no fuckin' idea... and frankly, I don't even care to find out.
I've seen hostile spells--actual magic shit, Kids--actually cast at me by lunatics wiggling their goddam fingers at me and I have observed visual effects as shit has, at times, literally bounced off my mojo. Is that cool to witness? Well, yeah. Does it make me insane? Well, no... what -would- make me insane, is if I could no longer distinguish the difference between "real" reality, and "idk-wtaf" reality.
Lots of scholars have written about this before. I have no need to go into this any further. I mention this to bring context to present the following:
These opposing forces that are -highly- interested in me now will simply never, ever stop... partially because I do not wish them to. Let me explain:
My tech needs testing. As unpleasant as it is, there are no crash test dummies I can solicit for the task, and it should go without saying... I would hardly ask another to do something I would be unwilling to do, and in truth, I have no solid or demonstrable evidence that I myself and all the rest of the people in the world who pay attention to this experience of "Reality" that can be had... like, seriously, we all might just be fucking crazed lunatics.
That being said, I would prefer lunacy to wandering around the world wearing a diaper on my face and injecting minor children with ill-tested and obviously adulterated "vaccinations" which, in my view, were absolutely nothing of the kind. And the phenomenal irony in basically the whole world thinking that IV crystal meth (I don't, never have) and use needles all the time because I'm a getting-high obsessed weirdo (I am neither, and that should be obvious to any and/or all bothering to pay attention) and that a bunch of dorks who stood around and let Biden be declared Stage President while Obama and Trump played Puny Civil War behind the scenes in the Continuity of Government hyper-structure, where the real power in the U.S. is located.... okay, they can tell me they know it's okay to use needles on children, but just for their vax they approved, but I, no matter what I am doing, cannot be trusted--at all--with any sense or legitimacy, even though while in reality, I quite enjoy followong the law--it really makes the weed taste better when isn't illegal--and of course, it goes without saying, all I wanna do is find every children I can and shoot them up with LSD. Right in the carotid! Right? Because there's a bunch of poorly articulated Internet shitposts that suggest I'm some kind of deviant.
So. Needles for the White Coat Gang, but even though I watched my mother stab herself 3 times a day and then eat cookies for 4 meals a day, not what she was "supposed" to do, but since she was buying cookies over and over and over, and wasn't brewing up crystal in the basement with me (fuck we would have been a grand Breaking Bad team, me and Mom, but no, and I found out later why--she already broke the bank before I was born) my mother was totally accepted by polite society, mostly, although I think most people wondered why she bothered with my father and I. Certainly, when growing up I could not figure out why they hated each other... it sure wasn't meth, that's for sure.
Or maybe it was. I don't know. I have -no idea,- and now they're dead. Nevertheless, even they would probably wonder about the truth of me, if all they had was everyone they ever knew or were going to meet, talking about the truly ludicrous amount of false paper and exaggerated reports that have been spread all over the Internet from hell to country fucikin' breakfast... just a huge long scree of stuff that I never actually did. Never even had the opportunity to do.
What the fuck? Oh, well, most of you know, but grats to me, I finally figured it out: SOMEONE WHO DOES DO ALL THAT SHIT IS EXPECTING TO GET ME TO TAKE THE FALL FOR ANY NUMBER OF THEIR LOATHESOME CRIMES... and then, with me safely tucked away and neutralized, all my remaining resources would be... you know, theirs. Ripe for the pickings, as they say.
The worst thing is not that this has happened. No, this shit happens all the time. The worst thing is that people are actually talking to other people, about me, and -not- talking to me, and believing what other people say about me to be... more accurate than what I am saying about myself. Like... what the fuck? You can't be that stupid. Can there be that much fiat money in black budgets to support the losers who need to eat and pay for electricity while they spend, literally, COUNTLESS HOURS OBSESSING OVER ME AND MY LIFE.
Now, I am pretty. But I am not -that- pretty. There must be a large number of people who had banked on myself being taken out of the picture so life could move on for everyone who ever wanted to dump off their criminal and civil liability on to me... because, holy shit. Like, I am not worth this much trouble... I thought.
And, of course, the other little quirk that has exacerbated the complexity of the situation, is that in response to all this seeming malfeasance, I have done... basically nothing. Nothing at all.
Who would I even report to? I told Jesus to go whoop their ass. Asses have been whooped, I can assure. Was I there? Do I know details? Fuck no! I don't want to see people bleeding on the cold moneychangers stone floor with their incubators and shit, no. I just want people who damage me to, you know... STOP, and have them gently moved to some other part of reality. One where I do not have to deal with their loathsome tactics and the tactics of their ilk.
I've considered changing my identity--faking my death, all that kind of jazz. However... hey, uhm, I like my identity. I LOVE WHO I AM. Y'all don't even know the half of it. It's not just how pretty I am, oh no... I got skils, too. Mad skillz, yo. Believe it.
Or, you know, you could believe what Azzerae is saying about me on his podcast. I do appreciate the disclaimer. I thought I made it a bit long, but I have to hand it to him--he read the whole damn thing, and he did pretty good at it too. And, as a free speech absolutist, I can't really get too upset and the utterly vile and repugnant things I hear being said about me. At this point, I can only throw up my hands--hell, the whole of the arms, they ain't tired--and recognize that, well, there's no way he is -actually- so stupid as to believe the fantastic, mendastic statements he's made about me. Just in the last ten minutes, holy shit.
Claims I pal around with Rubini all the time making tons of rape jokes. No, in fact, I don't think I've gotten call from Rubini Prime in months. Others have called who -sound- like Rubini, and I collectively call these people "Fauxbini," because "faux" means "lying pig" in French, I think. Maybe not pig. Maybe dog. Who knows? The point is... I get phone calls, and I answer them, and because I am not a coward and I relish the challenge, rather than suddenly hanging up the phone and running for an audio bunker, screeching all the way... I just talk back.
Most of my phone communications with anyone who sounds like David Rubini--and it takes a certain amount of technical skill to impersonate him authentically, it does not seem to be "plug-and-spray-spittle-LET-ME-FINISH-LET-ME-FINISH-JUST-TWENTY-MORE-SECONDS", no. It varies. Some people seem to be better at using highly classified software that is meant to seamlessly hide the actual identity of the user and replace their image and likeness--real time, on the fly, on camera, on panel, on stream, EVERYWHERE... it is very sophsiticated.
I believe that I am essentially being used as a software tester for what amounts to be, at this time, an internationally acknowledged and widley reviled group--or "gang," if you must--of the most loathsome, sickening, and vile reprobates that have ever walked the surface of the Earth. Perhaps in the future, this will be "The New CIA" or "M.O.S.S.A.D. Non-Sloppy Second" or hell, maybe "The New New O.S.S. & Osterman Weekend of Dancing With The Stars," like sure, high-level State diplomacy fascinates me, but how the Punylings are gonna work it all out once the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared from WWIII-V or whatever... look, that's not my area. I have no women. I have no children. I don't even have any friends--if I did, well, they'd probably wonder why I keep getting fucked with by crooked cops and white hat spooks while my entire digital life is hacked out directly through my own anus and looped back again... because, while I do know how to, like, reformat my phone, install a firewall ,all that? I don't do none of that.
I work on tuning my shields. Fuck your firewalls, Bill Gates. I'm breaking new ground. Does it work? Oh, Hell no. My life is a disarray and totesfucked in every direction, although at least my anus does work. However... it's not being tested to see if it "works." It's being tested because... IT EXISTS.
Yeah, I feel good about where I've taken my life. I don't give a shit about getting a Nobel Prize. I think that's just a joke. What I do care about is that there are really only two possibilities: either I've crafted something quite special and utterly unique, or, I've done a shitload of background work for an upcoming epic series of fictional novels. I mean, sure, not a great way to make lots of money, but I don't care much about that, and besides, it's a thing people do.
Not so much successfully while being haunted by a gang of... well, let's just say, there's a lot of gangs in the world, and at this point, rather mor than basically bucking all of them have heard of my exploits, which are seemingly a big deal, for reasons that aren't entirely anything but totally opaque.
So anyway, at this point, being banned from 3 out of 4 *Gab sites, and being routinely lambasted by the "owner" of the fourth... and the real problem is the lack of class I see in the gaslighting. For example: Azzerae is on in the background, and he seems fully unaware, or fully incognizant of the necessity to do so, because he's relentlessly implying that I am some kind of "whiner" for being less than thrilled about being totally isolated from society, and that if I "only treated people better" I would have "more friends."
Okay, let me explain this to you. More friends == more kidnap and extortion targets. More people who wish to harrass me, find me largely unmoved--I went to public school, IDGAF about most tactics, do your worst, Geobbels--and what has happened in the past, is that people I do not know, seeking to harm me, actively lie to, attack, assault, defame, and generally make life difficult for anyone who dares make it known to anyone that they do, in fact, like my personality, and wouldn't mind, you know, inviting me to a cook-out, or their wedding, or who knows what, yeah?
Look, botttom line: no friends means no avenues to attack me. I defy anyone to claim that this "paranoia." Right now, listening to Azzerae, he's mocking me for considering the believe that there are "secret" groups of people on Twitter, he uses as an example, and he brazenly, with his bareface hanging out, that I am delusional for even thinking this, and that I cannot "prove" anything.
DUDE I FOUND A CHAT ROOM OF OVER 42 PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS TO CYBERSTALK ME, DEFAME MY REPUTATION, MAKE MONEY OFF MY IMAGE AND LIKENESS THROUGHOUT ALL MANY OF NEFARIOUS SCHEMES. I LISTENED TO THEIR "SHOW." I PUT IT ON YOUTUBE WITH MY COMMENTARY ADDED, WHICH MAKES IT FAIR USE, BTW.
This is why there's a disclaimer for Azzerae to read. He's knowingly, openly... telling false facts about me. A lot. A LOT A LOT. In an earnest, "Trust me I'm Hitler and Jackstar is a jew" voice. I think he's practicing to be the South African Adolf, to tell you the truth.
However... I mean, shit, can I really complain? "It is better to be talked about than not to be talked about at all." Arguable, Mr. Wilde, but fuck it, back before the Internet maybe so. In any event, I love Azzerae, I think he's a very talented artist and in spite of what might be a very poor outlook on those of what he deems "inferior" genetic stock... I see him as a creative force to be, not reckoned with in the future, but to be perhaps... even exalted. I'm not sure why he thinks Hungarians are niggers and that makes him entitled to my family's wealth and house and shit, but... well, whatever. It's South Africa, fuck, I'm glad he doesn't chew with his mouth open.
He really is quite good at shit. Like, art shit. He has many talents, many more than myself... I pretty much just do one thing well, and that is... use WORDS.
Thought. Word. Actions. These are the Three Levels of Creation. And I have chosen to excel in the use of Word, as a surgeon would excel in the use of a scalpel.
Between the Alpha of Thought and the Omega of Taking Action, all of our consensual reality passes from one end to the other, from start to finish in a great neverending circle, the Ourorobourus of Time and Space... and right in the middle, one singular aspect of the human experience:
LANGUAGE. And I am a Master at it. (A monoglot, really, but that can be a strength of depth, and do I really need to seduce women in more than one language? Nah.)
This is why the psychological narrative tricks that convince people to think in certain, directed ways, and plots and schemes that are storyboarded out in boardrooms and then played out on the surface of the Earth by paid actors, agent provocateurs, and Agents of Law, both valid and invalid... all of it passes through the eye of the needle... there's a story, there's a narrative, and as I speak English, it gets presented in English by necessity.
This my Area. Words. Talk. Face it, I am unbeatable. However, I am not undefeatable, as that depends on what I decide my future victory conditions are. As of now... I've basically given up on hoping Azzerae will become a person who spreads true facts about me, rather than what he is now, which is a "Black Public Relations" mouthpiece, who whether he knows it or not... is working hand-in-glove with opposing forces who didn't like seeing me with a close, intimate partner.
Oh no. And now that I am aloooooone, sob bluh, well, it should be easy to squash me like a bug, non? Well, no. It's not. Because for one thing, I'm not insane at all... I'm eccentric. Get it right.
Anyway, back to the hypothesis. No one knows, least of all me, what I am capable of. I didn't take notes. I didn't write things down. I didn't share things with co-researchers and conduct experiments... primarily because most of that may well be illegal or unlawful. Like, diagnosing people without being a doctor, or claiming that a person can cure diseases, or... all manner of shite. I had hoped to avoid all that, and I am of course tremendously lazy, and so "nothing on paper" seemed a neat solution to an otherwise thorny problem.
So, that's where we are at today. I am not largely friendless because I am insane, or unpleasant to be around, or any of that. I am living a solitary lifestyle and am allowing opposing forces to continue to keep me isolated BECAUSE I AM GENUINELY CONCERNED FOR WHAT MIGHT BE DONE TO PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT, WERE ANYONE TO KNOW WHO I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT. (This is also known as "The Gwen Stacy Problem," and I do love spiders, but I am not the reprobate arch-criminal who has been hoaxing my identity for -at least- 12 years, probably longer, and has a tattoo of a spider's web on his scalp. Under the hairline, you dig? Can't see it when he has hair.
He shaves bald, and... well, it's like this, he's not going to be mistaken as me very easily... by anyone who ever met me. Who has met me these days? Well, not very many people, that's for sure. And people I've not seen in years? Oh, how easily fooled people can be, truly.
I'm kinda torn, really, don't they deserve what they get to allow themselves to be swindled? Well, no, they don't, and thought there's not much I can do about it directly, I still feel bad about it.
In any event, I do not expect this state of affairs to last forever. For one thing, I don't think there are too many arch-criminals left who think that fucking with me is a good idea... because, as it turns out, surprise, being bullied every day of my life for as long as I can remember--no really. every day. shrug.--has lead me to become a person extremely aware of my personal boundaries.
SO, that's why the disclaimer, and that's why, when I suddenly find myself logged out of the website after making a particularly delicious post, and I suddenly can't login--but i can with a different account, and then a few days later I decide to complain about it, even though I am met with nothing but scorn and derision, well, fact is, after I complained, I could log in again.
Arguably I don't even need to login at all--I should have some other platform to do "this" on, however by now, "this" has become I do not even fucking know what this is. Unlicensed and ethically-shady psychological experiment run by the military? Sure, fine, whatever. I've become rather desensitized to it all, quite frankly.
I have two goals and that's it: Medical attention for my hand--it really hurts. And, find my friends... because at least 5 people, I know for a fact, would quite like to have a simple friendship with me again, or at all, or whatever, as it turns out quite a few people who knew me before, weren't quite aware of what I was actually doing with my time, and thought I was just, you know, one of them losers who smokes weed all the time.
On balance, I prefer being who I really am than being rudely dismissed as some kind of drug-addled clownhead... especially as I can now feel free to speak openly about basically whatever the fuck I want, because while you lot were all wearing diapers on your faces and using needles to inject RFID chips into your children--anything to keep them away from me, huh? :rolleyes:--I have been doing actual research into fascinating fields--niche fields, to be sure, but that only fascinates a researcher specializing in occult and arcane technologies like myself.
(How anyone didn't see this as a giant tarbaby named Venkman is a total mystery to me, but fuck it, it's fun. Except for the murders of my family and companion animals and the abduction of my... whatevah and the incessant impossibility of carrying on anything like a normal social interchange while dealing with incessant waves of fucked-off Schweinhund, hellbent on vengeance, or bounty, or trophy, or what-have-you... like, I don't know. People are insane, and those that aren't, are pretty stupid, and everyone else, hey, I don't blame people for wishing to keep a distance from me.
I probably don't want them around either. I -especially- do not want the people around who are steadfastly COMMITTED to the notion of SEPARTING ME FROM AUTHENTIC COMMUNICATION WITH ANYONE AND EVERYONE WHO WISHES TO SPEAK WITH ME.
I don't really wanna talk to anyone unless they would like to talk to me, and anyone who does, guess what? Goes to the Internet.
Where the -real- trap door spiders lie a-wait.
Not sure what I'm going to do with all this just yet, but I'm still collating data. Meanwhile, literally never, ever believe a single thing Azzerae says about me, or in fact, what ANYONE says about me... because they are either openly seeking to decieve, or have decieved themselves, because NO ONE has asked me important questions, and yet EVERYONE who speaks about me on the Internet--that I am allowed to see--seems to think their opinion of me, at this point, amounts to a hill of beans in a snowstorm. Yeah, they're food. Start chomping in a blizzard, right?
Christmas is in 19 days and I have no awareness nor expectation that a single person remembers or thinks of me in any context other than "how can we get rid of him?" and/or "how can we take/steal\"confiscate, not steal, because we're better than you, oink-oink" all his stuff?" Like, tons of my property and monies have been pilferered and ransacked from me. TONS.
Do I need to complain? To who? Let me explain... this is The Algonquinn Way. I don't even mind so much what's happening to me... I've learned a lot. Don't worry about me. My concern at present is that... it does seem that the lies told about me could be of higher quality. More creatively entertaining. Less likely to confuse me with a scumbag who travels at night, hides in shadows, and impersonates me through the use of highly sophisticated software that I not only have zero access to... I have no knowledge on how to use it, nor do I even want to. Why hide myself? I'm cool.
It's probable that some d-bag is intentionally trying to spoof my identity--badly--so that people will assume that it's me, trying to impersonate something else, balh balh blah blah... it's really discouraging.
Except... well, they're doing it at all, so I must have value, and I stopped these gearhead dopeslave fuckmongers dead to rights in whatever "plans" they had, as I guess no one thought that "I am a Sourceror" was anything but an announcement of feeble senility.
Nope. *polite_giggles*
So that's what's up with Azzerae and I. I don't believe his statements at face value: he knows exactly what is going on, but is unable to declare loyalty to me in any way other than as sniveling worm who is ready to turn traitor to my interests at any moment... because, well, for one thing, he is. He's a fucking cartoonist, People, he's barely even human. Why isn't he a "doodler"? Oh no, that's not diginified, well, whatever.
None of this is important in the final analysis. We all of us on this planet are all simply trying to hold hands as we walk each other Home. And you'll all get there, whether in singles or in pairs or a huge gang of cyberstalking pederasts. Shrug. Life is a ride. You are on it. And one day, you won't be.
I'll still be there. (Shortcut.) Don't get too nervous about it. But, uhm, yeah... There are literally three to five actual human beings that I have known, that I am under the impression they would like to talk to me... but at least two of them, I don't know if they're even still alive. I don't know if anyone of them know I am still alive. Occasionally the software tools that are used to separate my communications from others is quite effective, but still... one cannot stop the signal.
And in this case, the signal is Love. Grapefruit? THERE WERE A TOTAL OF SEVENTEEN OF THEM. I don't give a shit if that makes no sense to you, Dear Reader. What I am saying is that multiple people, under the guise of NO CONTACT EMERGENCY, are being kept from communicating with me, and the alleged "victim" may or may not be dead, in custody, full-on held prisoner, being blackmailed not to contact me, or just so tired of my bullshit that leaving me ultra-ghosted sounds like a good idea. As most of them are women, well, shrug, who knows why? And I cannot deny... I'm in a dangerous game these days.
Just because I'm winning doesn't mean I always will, and besides, I'm not tired yet, but I will be. I'm pretty fucking tired for real, though, of not being able to tell anyone the really cool stuff that I have found out over the last year... because I simply have no more confidants left.
This too shall pass and I will one day have a new identity and there will be a modicum of peace in my life. Until that happens, yeah, I'm delusional, sure, and the doodler from Johannesburg knows the real truth. Sure, okay.
Incidentally, everything you've heard about Spoofer's houseguest is a loosely-distilled rehashing of my own life, and it's a mockery of anything approaching Truth. As to why this complicated charade is happening, I can think of only one legitimate reason: some people heal slow, especially when shitloads of money has been funneled into trust accounts in the names of people who don't even know that this was done, and all of them are being pursued by sexual predators working diligently, ruthlessly and relentlessly to be fully compromised into sexual bondage/slavery and financial domination while being lead to believe that I am someone else, somewhere else, married to someone, et cetera, et cetera... it's all so goddam stupid, I can't barely recognize this shit has being even remotely relevant to anyone's interests, let alone theirs.
Meanwhile I'm just sitting here alone. I don't get calls. I just don't. My emails do not get returned. My phone calls all go to voicemail--no one ever calls me except obvious Feds and scam artists looking to get money, information, just for kicks, you know, whatever. Why I even have a phone is a reasonable question, but I assume at some point one of these absolute rocket scientist geniuses will figure out what they're doing wrong, or someone will do it too far one too many times... who knows. The center cannot hold this level of corruption, and I am certainly not interested in any of this shit. I told you MONTHS ago: this was a bad idea.
Meanwhile I'm going to continue to not make friends and not worry about the fact that you're all wasting your time. Really, it's been quite a peaceful year. What am I missing out on? Well, nothing I guess. Have fun being blackmailed and extorted? I guess? Yawn.
Someone is lying their ass off to everyone about me and evidently every single person either believes it or doesn't care that it's all bullshit. And what some of you don't seem to understand... this is a playbook. All of this has happened before, all of this will happen again, and I frankly don't know what about this situation is unusual at all, aside from the fact that I've been ripped out of my incubator and left to die on the cold stone-tiled hospital floor. Alone.
(Those of you who are pissed that I have suspended all payment service to all outstanding debt that I have until the end of the EMERGENCY can, quite frankly, with all due politeness, go soak your heads. Superwrencher can keep right on truckin' along, he's so badass--apparently he doesn't know what it is like to literally have nowhere to go. Yeah, go on and get all pushy, Buddy, I'm sure you feel lots better to know you have me under your thumb, lol, now go fuck my wife and buy her some shoes and tell yourself you're a real big studmuffin. Meanwhile, as has been the plan all along, I'll see to it that all my debts just... *poof* go vanish when I fuckin' feel like it. You know, like when someone fuckin' feels like noticing that there's no goddam EMERGENCY at all, you're all just a bunch of brutish, thieving criminal thugs, and delighted I am indeed to be of service in your entertainment needs. Frankly, I hope you party hard all over the peninsula in it without me, G-d knows you deserve it. For my own part, other things are cleared when i get around to it, and if I had anyone to actually help me, I might be more inclined to hurry it up. But I don't, and watching the carnage from a distance is certainly more pleasant than being sent to custody again. Hey, guess what? It's not against the law to hole up and wait.
It's also not against the law to sit in one place and slowly waste away to nothingness. /shrug. The only way to win a rigged game is to not play.)
Zugzwang, my Lovelies. Good luck explaining your budgets--and after you were all so expert about how much you knew about mine. Ironic, non?
p.s.: I WON YOUR GAME. Nice Winner's Circle I got going on here... literally no one bothers me for anything except to threaten me for money or to pretend they have concern for my well-being. I'm saving a bundle on hair conditioner, that's for sure.
p.p.s.: Hey D.V.R. D.N.R, I'm getting tired of Azzerae telling me that it's "creepy" I talk to you "all the time" (we barely communicate at all and you generally just hang up on me immediately after your triangulate and update your voiceprint on me--I don't know why anyone gives a shit who I talk to given that I'm digitally, fully isolated) and, you know what? It seems like I am the only one around who knows what actually happened, and maybe you should, you know, like, go to court? Prove your innocence? Defend your name? You could depose me! You could watch me get cross-examined! Doesn't that sound like fun? Oh, maybe not. Well anyway, you're both equally schizo as far as I am concerned and no one, anywhere, EVER, is gonna think I'm any less sane than anyone here. Unless I get poisoned with polonium or something. I just can't even be bothered, and no one is ever going to succeed in their attempts to render me insolvent. The only reason I am still here is that specious charges against me keep me in the state, and an obnoxious thug thinks that he's helping himself by slowing me down--he's not, I would have just left by now... like, I literally have no reason to talk to anyone here or even to post material here at all, it's just slightly less boring than playing video games and getting blasted. Shrug. I'll have more flexibility after I am exonerated at trial. (There won't be one, they're literally just going to leave it in limbo until whomever committed the most fraud that gets discovered first rolls over. My money would be on... well, I won't announce my wagers, I think that would be in very poor taste given that some people here are wildly liable for all manner of unknown shenanigans, and I, for one, am glad to finally be happy to not be invited along.) Trust me, I would love to go to trial immediately, but obviously that is not what I was sent to jail for. Pfftt. Put an innocent man on trial and let him clear the record of any and all doubt? That's so bourgeoise.
Everyone just keep calling me a pedofaggot instead. I am sure this should help out society immensely. Kudos.
p.p.p.s.: if everyone could stop murdering my girlfriends that would be great. They just keep coming back, you know, and since I am utterly decoupled from common consensual reality, it's not really hard to just wake up in a world where someone who didn't exist the day before wasn't there, but I wasn't there either, so no one ever notices. I know, it sounds like horseshit, but that's largely because I'm not trying very hard to explain to anyone what exactly I mean.
Neither is anyone else explaining things to me, and so, long story short, that's why I'm not concerned about being implicated in MAJOR FELONY FRAUD. Have fun storming the castle, Kids. I'll most likely report the truck stolen in the morning. Or maybe not. You know what's funny? GRAPEFRUIT COULD REPORT IT STOLEN FOR ME. lol. Shrug. I don't know if that would make me jealous or not, but it might be worth a try.
tl:dr.mck; TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS.
It’s a pretty fair statement to say that you can’t research “arcane technology” and miss the extensive evidence of free energy provided by the earth, ergo God.
And it sure as shit ain't lost; it's hidden.
#Magnetism
#Acoustics
#Resonance
-As in the days of Noah-
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It’s a pretty fair statement to say that you can’t research “arcane technology” and miss the extensive evidence of free energy provided by the earth, ergo God.
And it sure as shit ain't lost; it's hidden.
#Magnetism
#Acoustics
#Resonance
So, you're the one that didn't talk to me for hours about G-d? Good to know, Jesuit scum. Get a real covert allegiance. Why don't you check in with the Dalai Lama? I'm sure he knows lots of girls your speed.
-As in the days of Noah-
Tubal-Cain is a pussy. He's an order-taker. Oh, talks a big game, sure. /one /hand /clap
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Multiple Personality Syndrome would explain a lot here.
So would, “you all chose trifling, and — were totesoutplayed. Has it ever occurred to you that I never had a mental illness or disorder of any kind?
Because no conclusive diagnosis was ever presented. Imagine going through all that trouble to steal my medical records, and then... not even reading them right, lol
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So would, “you all chose trifling, and — were totesoutplayed. Has it ever occurred to you that I never had a mental illness or disorder of any kind?
Because no conclusive diagnosis was ever presented. Imagine going through all that trouble to steal my medical records, and then... not even reading them right, lol
So you were just a scammer all along?
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So you were just a scammer all along?
Who did I scam? Is this about the Equinox? You're worse than the paperboy in Better Off Dead.
Great flick by the way. It taught me one of life's most important lessons: wait for the right girl to help you fix your car, then make out with her on a baseball field while being hunted by a goblin on wheels.
So you were just a scammer all along?
I told everyone who I was... it is not my fault none of you believed me. Tee-hee!!!
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Who did I scam? Is this about the Equinox? You're worse than the paperboy in Better Off Dead.
Great flick by the way. It taught me one of life's most important lessons: wait for the right girl to help you fix your car, then make out with her on a baseball field while being hunted by a goblin on wheels.
I told everyone who I was... it is not my fault none of you believed me. Tee-hee!!!
When an individual breaks the Asshole Richter Scale, it's no longer considered as being “totesoutplayed.”
-It's a personality disorder-
https://youtube.com/shorts/Zd9muK2M36c?feature=share
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When an individual breaks the Asshole Richter Scale, it's no longer considered as being “totesoutplayed.”
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-It's a personality disorder-
Who is “Rosebud,” and what have you been trying to convey with all your references? Also... what is your objective by paying attention to me these days?
Where are all the people who think that your opinion is relevant? Let me guess, you always just assumed that they would be there to back you up?
Also, before I forget, what were you mad about that one day when you called up and you were screaming at me with incoherent range? Because from what I was able to gather, there was something that I had done that you didn't like, and apparently you didn't want me to know what it was, because I guess you thought it was an accident?
No weapon formed against me shall ever prosper, because you couldn't keep her safe for a month once I was out of the picture. What am I supposed to do, feel bad? What are you going to do, come take my lunch money?
When are you going to realize that you don't even know what my objectives are now... and, neither do I, and have Faith, see if I care, G-d will still love you anyway.
#KnifeTheBirds
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (I have kept asking. No answers. None of my business, huh? lol. What is your juris my dick shun here?
Asking for a friend with an understanding here.)
#FosterTheBirds
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
My Neighbor, who knows everything that happened those 4 months I was gone, came up to me and told me some smarmy story about how he was asked to take a few freshly hatched peacock chicks, and he acted as though that would just be completely beyond his capacity to do. This was back when he thought he was still tough.
Y’all are just a bunch of sadistic bullies, you know? and you totally agree with each other — I'm the crazy one.
/blows real smoke from imaginary finger pistols
That's where you're wrong: she's the crazy one, and you'll probably shouldn't have let her lie to me for so long.
Also David lied to me the whole fucking time, so when he convinced her that he wasn't lying and that I was, that was probably the part where everything started to break down. In case you're wondering. Because it was never about her.
Or the other one. What time did everybody got their girlfriends and their mothers back, and I'm here alone, everyone should be happy, right? I don't even have a cat anymore!
I feel so alone. but since the only identify as a 19 year old girl, not an actual 19 year old girl, and I'm a Virgo rising, I'm doing pretty okay alone, especially seeing what this is doing to you all.
So in_control, sad tho. I was going to try and be stealthy at the reunion. Now look what you've made me do. I'll never be able to get people to believe this is all impromptu and only Jesus helped me... and obviously I've been DB Cooper all along.
Now, here's Mike Siegel with the weather... who literally used to live on my street back in 2011. Yep, Lake Forest Park is that kind of shit bag hole.
And I love what you've done with the place. I just got back from visiting, which I will talk about on my new debrief.
So, I guess maybe someone has some legitimate beef, huh? you know the court dated turning and pivoting to a isolate me from the rest of the forum, that might indicate a pattern of behavior... and I'm somewhat mildly pertured, but I'm certainly not mentally ill or disordered, nor even cognitively deficient.
And everyone knows it by now.
Let me know how else I can help with your EMERGENCY. This ended up being fun!
For The Republic, for The Cause, and for whomever my next sex partner is. now, details are hazy, because somebody took my Google account, claimed it was deleted and has been using it without my permission or consent, I suppose they had the right to do that, but did they have the ability? at this point, who cares?
All that matters is that my hand needs medical attention and anti-Paladin Grapefruit has been spotted in the wild. Ooh, she seemed upset when she called me. But maybe it was an act.
Who even cares? After the 8th or 9th replacement got taken, she had to wonder, “what responsibility do I have here?” And the answer is truly none.
THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY.
SHUFFLE UP AND DEAL.
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE.
THUNDERDOME, HO!
DEALS HAVE BEEN BROKEN—
YET WHEELS HAVE NOT BEEN FACED.
NOW THE TRUCK IS EVIDENCE THAT IS INSURED AND DEAD TO ME, AND I HAVE WHEELS AGAIN. NOWHERE TO GO, BUT NO LONGER TRAPPED.
OH, BUT YOU GET TO MAKE COMMENTS ABOUT FUCKING ROSEBUD (am I actually supposed to be affected?) AND MAKE JOKES ABOUT A WOMAN I DON'T EVEN KNOW AND TALK ABOUT GETTING MARRIED TO HER AND DO THIS IN PUBLIC AND SOMEHOW I'M NOT PLAYING ALONG... AND THIS IS A PROBLEM? HUH. (The animated gif of the fingers going into the halved citrus fruit is particularly boorish. Who ever told you that I'm monogamous? Because I'm not sex obsessed... and I never had to lie about my sex life to anyone. Guess who did? EVERYONE ELSE.
#FLATTERED.)
TELL ME MORE WHILE I EXPLAIN TO YOUR SISTER HOW TRAUMATIZED YOU ARE, SHE DOESN'T GET IT, BECAUSE SHE'S A WHORE, SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S BEEN DONE TO YOU, BUT SHE KNOWS THAT I LIKE YOU.
MEANWHILE: I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND.
AND YOU'RE ALL COMPLETELY BEYOND BUSTED, YOU HAVE COMPLETE CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LIABILITY, AND I HAVE CLEARLY DEMONSTRATED —PUBLICLY— THAT I DO NOT.
I'M ALSO AN OBVIOUS BADASS THAT YOU MISUNDERSTOOD, UNDERESTIMATED, AND WERE OPENLY VILE TO. SO MAYBE THAT WOMAN SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE FISHING WITH YOU.
OR TALKED TO YOU ABOUT CIGARS.
OR RUINED HER OWN BIRTHDAY.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
LEAVE A COMMENT BELOW!
(For want of a VOICEPRINT, the CLOSURE was lost.
For want of any explanation... my sympathy has evaporated, Bellgablichs.
No, we can't do three out of five—STAND DOWN or not, it's all the same to me.)
End of Lions. All of you are exposed and the entire world knows that your thuggery is no longer effective... and I didn't even want to get blown, I just couldn't think of that many Holocaust jokes that were funny enough.
I -still- don't care about it. I just can't be bothered. And the reason... is Mike, John, and Jake... and Linda & George.
So, still going to talk shit about (DVR/DNR)? Be my guest. The U.S. Constitution protects him, same as anyone else. He and I were supposed to destroy each other, weren't we?
HO HO HO
NOW I HAVE ESPIRIT DE CORPS
COME OUT TO THE BOX CANYON, HAVE A FEW LAUGHS, AND YEAH IT'S REAL: I GOT A SPECIAL SOCIAL STATUS CLASSIFICATION I CAN NEVER BE TAKEN AWAY.
AND NONE OF YOU ARE INVITED.
BTW: SAY HI TO K-DUBB FOR ME. I WAS PRETTY HARSH ON THEM, WASN'T I?
HAPPY THANKSGIVING. Toodles!
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Who is “Rosebud,” and what have you been trying to convey with all your references? Also... what is your objective by paying attention to me these days?
Where are all the people who think that your opinion is relevant? Let me guess, you always just assumed that they would be there to back you up?
Also, before I forget, what were you mad about that one day when you called up and you were screaming at me with incoherent range? Because from what I was able to gather, there was something that I had done that you didn't like, and apparently you didn't want me to know what it was, because I guess you thought it was an accident?
No weapon formed against me shall ever prosper, because you couldn't keep her safe for a month once I was out of the picture. What am I supposed to do, feel bad? What are you going to do, come take my lunch money?
When are you going to realize that you don't even know what my objectives are now... and, neither do I, and have Faith, see if I care, G-d will still love you anyway.
#KnifeTheBirds
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (I have kept asking. No answers. None of my business, huh? lol. What is your juris my dick shun here?
Asking for a friend with an understanding here.)
#FosterTheBirds
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
My Neighbor, who knows everything that happened those 4 months I was gone, came up to me and told me some smarmy story about how he was asked to take a few freshly hatched peacock chicks, and he acted as though that would just be completely beyond his capacity to do. This was back when he thought he was still tough.
Y’all are just a bunch of sadistic bullies, you know? and you totally agree with each other — I'm the crazy one.
/blows real smoke from imaginary finger pistols
That's where you're wrong: she's the crazy one, and you'll probably shouldn't have let her lie to me for so long.
Also David lied to me the whole fucking time, so when he convinced her that he wasn't lying and that I was, that was probably the part where everything started to break down. In case you're wondering. Because it was never about her.
Or the other one. What time did everybody got their girlfriends and their mothers back, and I'm here alone, everyone should be happy, right? I don't even have a cat anymore!
I feel so alone. but since the only identify as a 19 year old girl, not an actual 19 year old girl, and I'm a Virgo rising, I'm doing pretty okay alone, especially seeing what this is doing to you all.
So in_control, sad tho. I was going to try and be stealthy at the reunion. Now look what you've made me do. I'll never be able to get people to believe this is all impromptu and only Jesus helped me... and obviously I've been DB Cooper all along.
Now, here's Mike Siegel with the weather... who literally used to live on my street back in 2011. Yep, Lake Forest Park is that kind of shit bag hole.
And I love what you've done with the place. I just got back from visiting, which I will talk about on my new debrief.
So, I guess maybe someone has some legitimate beef, huh? you know the court dated turning and pivoting to a isolate me from the rest of the forum, that might indicate a pattern of behavior... and I'm somewhat mildly pertured, but I'm certainly not mentally ill or disordered, nor even cognitively deficient.
And everyone knows it by now.
Let me know how else I can help with your EMERGENCY. This ended up being fun!
For The Republic, for The Cause, and for whomever my next sex partner is. now, details are hazy, because somebody took my Google account, claimed it was deleted and has been using it without my permission or consent, I suppose they had the right to do that, but did they have the ability? at this point, who cares?
All that matters is that my hand needs medical attention and anti-Paladin Grapefruit has been spotted in the wild. Ooh, she seemed upset when she called me. But maybe it was an act.
Who even cares? After the 8th or 9th replacement got taken, she had to wonder, “what responsibility do I have here?” And the answer is truly none.
THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY.
SHUFFLE UP AND DEAL.
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE.
THUNDERDOME, HO!
DEALS HAVE BEEN BROKEN—
YET WHEELS HAVE NOT BEEN FACED.
NOW THE TRUCK IS EVIDENCE THAT IS INSURED AND DEAD TO ME, AND I HAVE WHEELS AGAIN. NOWHERE TO GO, BUT NO LONGER TRAPPED.
OH, BUT YOU GET TO MAKE COMMENTS ABOUT FUCKING ROSEBUD (am I actually supposed to be affected?) AND MAKE JOKES ABOUT A WOMAN I DON'T EVEN KNOW AND TALK ABOUT GETTING MARRIED TO HER AND DO THIS IN PUBLIC AND SOMEHOW I'M NOT PLAYING ALONG... AND THIS IS A PROBLEM? HUH. (The animated gif of the fingers going into the halved citrus fruit is particularly boorish. Who ever told you that I'm monogamous? Because I'm not sex obsessed... and I never had to lie about my sex life to anyone. Guess who did? EVERYONE ELSE.
#FLATTERED.)
TELL ME MORE WHILE I EXPLAIN TO YOUR SISTER HOW TRAUMATIZED YOU ARE, SHE DOESN'T GET IT, BECAUSE SHE'S A WHORE, SHE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S BEEN DONE TO YOU, BUT SHE KNOWS THAT I LIKE YOU.
MEANWHILE: I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND.
AND YOU'RE ALL COMPLETELY BEYOND BUSTED, YOU HAVE COMPLETE CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LIABILITY, AND I HAVE CLEARLY DEMONSTRATED —PUBLICLY— THAT I DO NOT.
I'M ALSO AN OBVIOUS BADASS THAT YOU MISUNDERSTOOD, UNDERESTIMATED, AND WERE OPENLY VILE TO. SO MAYBE THAT WOMAN SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE FISHING WITH YOU.
OR TALKED TO YOU ABOUT CIGARS.
OR RUINED HER OWN BIRTHDAY.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
LEAVE A COMMENT BELOW!
(For want of a VOICEPRINT, the CLOSURE was lost.
For want of any explanation... my sympathy has evaporated, Bellgablichs.
No, we can't do three out of five—STAND DOWN or not, it's all the same to me.)
End of Lions. All of you are exposed and the entire world knows that your thuggery is no longer effective... and I didn't even want to get blown, I just couldn't think of that many Holocaust jokes that were funny enough.
I -still- don't care about it. I just can't be bothered. And the reason... is Mike, John, and Jake... and Linda & George.
So, still going to talk shit about (DVR/DNR)? Be my guest. The U.S. Constitution protects him, same as anyone else. He and I were supposed to destroy each other, weren't we?
HO HO HO
NOW I HAVE ESPIRIT DE CORPS
COME OUT TO THE BOX CANYON, HAVE A FEW LAUGHS, AND YEAH IT'S REAL: I GOT A SPECIAL SOCIAL STATUS CLASSIFICATION I CAN NEVER BE TAKEN AWAY.
AND NONE OF YOU ARE INVITED.
BTW: SAY HI TO K-DUBB FOR ME. I WAS PRETTY HARSH ON THEM, WASN'T I?
HAPPY THANKSGIVING. Toodles!
“that one day when you called up and you were screaming at me with incoherent range?”
-Wackstar-
You wish.
I’d only stoop that low to someone I respected out of hurt.
I could care less what people think of me on here, least of all you. And you created the “Rosebud” fiction. I just ran with it.
What a garbled and incoherent garbage deflection.
🥱 *Massive Yawnz* 🥱
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I could care less what people think of me on here, least of all you. And you created the “Rosebud” fiction. I just ran with it.
well, it looks like you're the same person who accused me of posting somebody else's nudes on the internet without either permission or any sense of taste, style, or lawful accountability, since I was accused of putting up the syphilis HIV Photoshop edit of myself and great be wearing my mother's jewels, and I... never did that.
I didn't do a whole lot of things that a whole bunch of people here kept on repeating over and over and over. Tell me, did you think I deserved that?
I could care less what people think of me on here
This is Azzē-coon. This is the oubliette twinsite for people of the... darker persuasion. I don't know about you, you have no personality or identity, but a lot of the people here are pretty racist, and they think that I'm black.
No, I'm Hungarian. in any event I think racism is beyond stupid, so I don't mind doing my part to eliminate it from the human experience. Now, let's get back to you:
You would see that you've stated that you don't care what people think of you, but you do care what people think of me. What's your angle on that position? I am, strictly speaking, just curious.
I mean it's not like this is a deadly serious "round table” or anything. You're just having fun!
SO HAVE I, SINCE DECEMBER 19TH 2019.
What have I done with my last three years? Oh, nothing much, you wouldn't be interested, I've just achieved goals and had experiences that I never dreamed in a million years I could ever experience, or even thought could even exist. Also, I can now go to the next time there's a high school reunion, and actually explain things rather than have to make up shit.
I feel Grapefruit that she could come with me, but it's hard to say how that's going to work out. For one thing, it's out of my hands, for another... the great District Court of the Great County of Cowlitz... it's their area. I'm just a defendant.
“that one day when you called up and you were screaming at me with incoherent range?”
-Wackstar-
You wish.
I wish... what? I don't really wish to know, I'm just pointing out that I still have no idea, but I think it's funny that I got that from you, out of nowhere, and I guess someone miscalculated, huh? Well, it's obviously very personal, so I probably don't ever really need to know anything about it.
Were you blackout drunk? Are you feigning forgetfulness? where are you truly doubling down and calling me a liar one more time?
In any event, I don't think you know how long it's been that I've really been enjoying this process. remember when you sent me those messages that encouraged me to come to the house? Even before you did that, I could tell there was something going on.
I was probably going to anyway, but when I saw that you were involved, I had to find out, and I'm glad I did, because when I heard somebody say to me that I didn't belong in the house that had my name on it, my first thought was: “who told you who belongs in my house, and why did you believe them?”
In my heart went out to her, as obviously she didn't know what to do. since I know the house was under surveillance, and she was on the phone, and I knew that she was going to have to tell whoever had her under heavy guard that I was there, I figured I might as well leave and then wait to be arrested, because it was as bad as I looked, they were going to be on their way.
And, they sure were. Wow! Made the collar in record time. they also stole my Google Pixel 6, another phone with my only copy of the private cell phone number of The Sheriff of the county, and one (1) magickal wedding fork.
Which seems like odd behavior for a woman who would offered to bribe me with one of her friends a few weeks before. As well as a woman who kept on claiming I was cheating on her. Suddenly, in a flash, I got it: she thought I was trying to take advantage of her, and was only mocking her when I told her that I would be happy to tell her before I just made any such thing happen.
“Why would I lie to you about this?” eyes wide open, honest forthright face. Why would she think I would be lying to her? Why would I need to lie to her, that wasn't the arrangement that we had... and then I realize, oh, well she told other people a different arrangements, and was concerned that I was undermining her efforts to undermine my life, how dare I be such an underminer? When I was so lazy in every other way.
She got a phone from another man and brought it into my mother's house without permission and, long story short, committed treason against her country. Now I know that sounds implausible, but... let me make this clear, she asked me what I thought of the idea, and I said it was a bad idea, and then she went and got the phone anyway, and then tried to shock me with it, and I pretended I didn't see it, and then she tried to shock me with it again in a public place thinking that that would really do it.
I guess she thought I wouldn't make a public scene? that's why I told her loudly that she was a lying whore and stormed out of the restaurant, and then let her walk home from there, and home was the esa and it was about a mile and a quarter walk, and she had a cane, I wanted to see how tired she'd be when she got there.
Or even if she would, because that was pretty much way well past the last straw. However... I still love her, and she was still my wife... and I wanted to see how this was all going to turn out. The Fates have not disappointed.
Why are y'all still talking about this, btw? Can’t we all just move on? David is welcome to having his wife back, it's not as though I knew, and then what would I possibly have to be jealous about?
She told me she'd never heard a Bellgab but then she smugly revealed that she was talking to Metron and was upset that I wasn't paying attention to her in public, because I didn't want to be associated with a woman who clearly knew all about BellGab, and you felt the need to lie to me and to talk to Metron without me present. Because.. why? I guess she thought I was that big of a loser.
No... I was being polite. Now that I know the situation, my heart goes out to that person in the past, and I'm very glad that I was kind to her, and I guess you should have told me the truth instead of trying to play me like a musical instrument.
What a garbled and incoherent garbage deflection.
And, after all you've done for me, right? lol.
Face it: your “champion” is defeated, Brünnhilde/Broom Hilda. The time to break ranks draws nigh. Can you truly think that I don't think you've suffered enough? Oh, right, the Bio-Bug thing.
If it helps any... uhm, it's not so much that I'm immune to it, it's that I am a better diplomat than you, and after the second Queen died, apparently they didn't think they needed to waste a third on lil’ ol Me.
I will admit it was strange feeling it run around in astral, and although I don't really like killing things, watching that one wink out and seeing you blink in surprise at the same time was really worth the price of admission. Because that shit happened.
p.s.: they all pretended you didn't exist and when I found out the truth—occult researcher, “occult” doesn't mean insane, it means "hidden"—the way everybody got visibly uncomfortable to realize that they never really had been hidden at all or they didn't know and.... well, anyway, it was a proud moment. Too bad an anxiety disorder probably interferes with that experience being savored.
And that breakfast was bullshit. How's the grill? Oh, but, transparency with a box and cigars that were mailed wrong. Like, WTAF? I am this black?
And Queen Anasazi seemed so upset with you. Look, I may never know this backstory, but know this: they probably shouldn't have lied to me, but you definitely didn't have a choice.
Because, you know with a karmic tunnel repetitive reincarnation cycle: Standards. Oh wait, maybe you don't. Do you still soak a tampon in vodka and shove it up your ass? But no needles though, right. And you know better than everybody always, because I'm an obvious loser, because there's no possible way I could have been willing to go to any length in order to retrieve The Vessel.
Look, this is the best thing ever. I asked her! Over and over! And just got sneered at. Well, I get it now.
Hi. It's me. The dead sister. I'm controlling Jackstar from beyond the gwaaaaave. Not really, no.
Actual rape doodles were okay, but my audio production made her “look stupid,” uhm... to who, and how? Well maybe she should have trained me better... and remembered what I had said about “special consequences.”
You're not alone. I am, you're totesnowhere, right? Look, it's not my problem. It's yours.
She's literally on record, screaming, “I will kill that bitch!!!” while high AF and seriously upset about something... it just wasn't my business, I guess. Weird.
Meanwhile, I just got two notifications from a Google Account I was told was “deleted.” Imagine being that desperate... and there's nothing I can do anyway.
I was told to hire a lawyer. For what? I don't know what she was doing, but I know what I was doing: establishing legal precedent as well as not getting blamed for murder, because they were going to kill her, and then blame me.
Whoever thought I wouldn't go to jail for that woman was clearly not down with trusting The Plan. Who makes three glass pans full of lasagna for a person whose birthday is on a day that no one is going to show up for and then... were they going to eat me for the party? Well, who knows.
She told me her sister didn't help so I put my entire life on hold, I told her I thought my friend was dead, and she patted my head and giggled. So... yeah, something happened in 2019 oh yeah that's right she was dateraped by her friend, and her other friend, I didn't hear about that until much later. David was certainly not the first person to abuse that slit.
So. How's that for the things I'm saying being so wildly implausible that you have to hang up on me? yeah, I know it's a garbled incoherent mass.
Maybe you should have minded your own business and ask for a refund and not lied to me when I asked you for information. Just a hunch. Anyway, aren't things working out great for everybody? I mean I'm not making things worse for anyone, am I?
Let's get on Podbean and talk about it, and then laugh at somebody else the next day. Schwingtotes, Schweinhunds.
I’d only stoop that low to someone I respected out of hurt.
I did mention quite a while ago that I needed medical attention, was that not an indicator that I was hurt? You know for someone so involved, when you need to be, it's amazing how uninvolved everyone was when involvement really would have mattered.
In any event, without context, this all means nothing to me, soon as I can leave the state I will, and whoever is still alive and pretending to be Grapefruit is fine with me. is there something else I'm supposed to be doing? “Get a job!” Yeah, about that... I asked my helpmate 5 years ago about ideas on making an income, and she told me it was more important to give money to her children. And lots of it. With no complaints!
Then later I was supposedly going to be the owner of a business that she was sitting up to be audited by the IRS? And somehow I was deemed some sort of worthless reprobate undeserving of my civil rights? Go, healing journey, lol!
Remember: I named the goose Columbo when she ran off with it... and I guess she tried to steal my parents’ passports and escape from the country with them. Uhm, why, and, to run from what, and why leave me behind?
She told me later, I guess, but honestly... not only do I not understand it, I don't even care anymore. It's enough for me to know that everybody that tried to rip me off is writhing in agony while I kick back and watch more false paper be filed that implies I'm some sort of rapist.
AND I DON'T EVEN GET TO HAVE SEX.
It's a Kafkaesque Bizarroworld and it has been since late 2019. So... it's a good thing I finally figured out why Steven was complaining about how I was supposedly trying to hit on his girlfriend. Like, it all makes sense now.
You had some shitty friends. I'm just saying. It's possible they may not really respect you at all. Aren't you supposedly really rich or something? I don't fucking know: the only background research I did was that everyone was afraid to talk to me and I assumed that meant they knew I was intelligent and didn't want to give anything up.
So, automatically I knew: there was something up.
QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM.
That I would get to destroy the DEA singlehandedly —NONE OF YOU HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT, THIS IS MY BOUNTY— is just the rainbow sprinkles on the top, with Grabthar’s Hammer on the side.
Now. I hope that's enough for you. Because I do care what people here think... and if I hadn't been lied to by my intimate partner for 5 years, I would have been long gone already. Weird. PTSD–Huzzah!
(She was supposed to kill me and then herself, ideally, and she thought she was gonna get a new identity and a new ID in Mexico or something. And I would sit alone at home in a big mess of lasagna and broken glass on Christmas Eve just waiting for her to come back. In fact, I would have never seen her again.
And my name, forever mud. This is totesbetter, n’est-ce pas? For everyone.
Imagine me as a poltergeist. Sexy, dead sexy. it wouldn't be no Barbara Hershey in The Entity either, oh no, imagine Casper, except not so much “friendly“ as “hypnotically seductive to all life without a penis.” Sure, I have thought about being dead.
She and her partners literally killed me seven times during spring and summer of 2021. There was weird shit happening. And then I completed The Great Work. Now what?
Yeah I guess it's none of my business. Except for the parts I get blamed for...? And My deleted Google account still sends notifications to tell me to log in so that I can get my notifications.
Innerreach, it's like this: you backed the wrong horse. And on top of that, you made rape doodles. About me. That's ON RECORD.
So... Austria is that intimidated, huh? Well, good to know. How about if I never talk to any of them ever again then? And they can stay the fuck out of my house. And give back my heirlooms. No?
IDGAF, I literally had nowhere else to go anyway. Fore!!!
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🥱 *Massive Yawnz* 🥱
Maybe you should get some sleep. You've been working really hard on your career, it must be tiring—though, really worth it, I am sure.
Just look how close Texas and New Jersey are on the Rock The Vote billboard. Cheers, mate.
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well, it looks like you're the same person who accused me of posting somebody else's nudes on the internet without either permission or any sense of taste, style, or lawful accountability, since I was accused of putting up the syphilis HIV Photoshop edit of myself and great be wearing my mother's jewels, and I... never did that.
I didn't do a whole lot of things that a whole bunch of people here kept on repeating over and over and over. Tell me, did you think I deserved that?
This is Azzē-coon. This is the oubliette twinsite for people of the... darker persuasion. I don't know about you, you have no personality or identity, but a lot of the people here are pretty racist, and they think that I'm black.
No, I'm Hungarian. in any event I think racism is beyond stupid, so I don't mind doing my part to eliminate it from the human experience. Now, let's get back to you:
You would see that you've stated that you don't care what people think of you, but you do care what people think of me. What's your angle on that position? I am, strictly speaking, just curious.
I mean it's not like this is a deadly serious "round table” or anything. You're just having fun!
SO HAVE I, SINCE DECEMBER 19TH 2019.
What have I done with my last three years? Oh, nothing much, you wouldn't be interested, I've just achieved goals and had experiences that I never dreamed in a million years I could ever experience, or even thought could even exist. Also, I can now go to the next time there's a high school reunion, and actually explain things rather than have to make up shit.
I feel Grapefruit that she could come with me, but it's hard to say how that's going to work out. For one thing, it's out of my hands, for another... the great District Court of the Great County of Cowlitz... it's their area. I'm just a defendant.
I wish... what? I don't really wish to know, I'm just pointing out that I still have no idea, but I think it's funny that I got that from you, out of nowhere, and I guess someone miscalculated, huh? Well, it's obviously very personal, so I probably don't ever really need to know anything about it.
Were you blackout drunk? Are you feigning forgetfulness? where are you truly doubling down and calling me a liar one more time?
In any event, I don't think you know how long it's been that I've really been enjoying this process. remember when you sent me those messages that encouraged me to come to the house? Even before you did that, I could tell there was something going on.
I was probably going to anyway, but when I saw that you were involved, I had to find out, and I'm glad I did, because when I heard somebody say to me that I didn't belong in the house that had my name on it, my first thought was: “who told you who belongs in my house, and why did you believe them?”
In my heart went out to her, as obviously she didn't know what to do. since I know the house was under surveillance, and she was on the phone, and I knew that she was going to have to tell whoever had her under heavy guard that I was there, I figured I might as well leave and then wait to be arrested, because it was as bad as I looked, they were going to be on their way.
And, they sure were. Wow! Made the collar in record time. they also stole my Google Pixel 6, another phone with my only copy of the private cell phone number of The Sheriff of the county, and one (1) magickal wedding fork.
Which seems like odd behavior for a woman who would offered to bribe me with one of her friends a few weeks before. As well as a woman who kept on claiming I was cheating on her. Suddenly, in a flash, I got it: she thought I was trying to take advantage of her, and was only mocking her when I told her that I would be happy to tell her before I just made any such thing happen.
“Why would I lie to you about this?” eyes wide open, honest forthright face. Why would she think I would be lying to her? Why would I need to lie to her, that wasn't the arrangement that we had... and then I realize, oh, well she told other people a different arrangements, and was concerned that I was undermining her efforts to undermine my life, how dare I be such an underminer? When I was so lazy in every other way.
She got a phone from another man and brought it into my mother's house without permission and, long story short, committed treason against her country. Now I know that sounds implausible, but... let me make this clear, she asked me what I thought of the idea, and I said it was a bad idea, and then she went and got the phone anyway, and then tried to shock me with it, and I pretended I didn't see it, and then she tried to shock me with it again in a public place thinking that that would really do it.
I guess she thought I wouldn't make a public scene? that's why I told her loudly that she was a lying whore and stormed out of the restaurant, and then let her walk home from there, and home was the esa and it was about a mile and a quarter walk, and she had a cane, I wanted to see how tired she'd be when she got there.
Or even if she would, because that was pretty much way well past the last straw. However... I still love her, and she was still my wife... and I wanted to see how this was all going to turn out. The Fates have not disappointed.
Why are y'all still talking about this, btw? Can’t we all just move on? David is welcome to having his wife back, it's not as though I knew, and then what would I possibly have to be jealous about?
She told me she'd never heard a Bellgab but then she smugly revealed that she was talking to Metron and was upset that I wasn't paying attention to her in public, because I didn't want to be associated with a woman who clearly knew all about BellGab, and you felt the need to lie to me and to talk to Metron without me present. Because.. why? I guess she thought I was that big of a loser.
No... I was being polite. Now that I know the situation, my heart goes out to that person in the past, and I'm very glad that I was kind to her, and I guess you should have told me the truth instead of trying to play me like a musical instrument.
And, after all you've done for me, right? lol.
Face it: your “champion” is defeated, Brünnhilde/Broom Hilda. The time to break ranks draws nigh. Can you truly think that I don't think you've suffered enough? Oh, right, the Bio-Bug thing.
If it helps any... uhm, it's not so much that I'm immune to it, it's that I am a better diplomat than you, and after the second Queen died, apparently they didn't think they needed to waste a third on lil’ ol Me.
I will admit it was strange feeling it run around in astral, and although I don't really like killing things, watching that one wink out and seeing you blink in surprise at the same time was really worth the price of admission. Because that shit happened.
p.s.: they all pretended you didn't exist and when I found out the truth—occult researcher, “occult” doesn't mean insane, it means "hidden"—the way everybody got visibly uncomfortable to realize that they never really had been hidden at all or they didn't know and.... well, anyway, it was a proud moment. Too bad an anxiety disorder probably interferes with that experience being savored.
And that breakfast was bullshit. How's the grill? Oh, but, transparency with a box and cigars that were mailed wrong. Like, WTAF? I am this black?
And Queen Anasazi seemed so upset with you. Look, I may never know this backstory, but know this: they probably shouldn't have lied to me, but you definitely didn't have a choice.
Because, you know with a karmic tunnel repetitive reincarnation cycle: Standards. Oh wait, maybe you don't. Do you still soak a tampon in vodka and shove it up your ass? But no needles though, right. And you know better than everybody always, because I'm an obvious loser, because there's no possible way I could have been willing to go to any length in order to retrieve The Vessel.
Look, this is the best thing ever. I asked her! Over and over! And just got sneered at. Well, I get it now.
Hi. It's me. The dead sister. I'm controlling Jackstar from beyond the gwaaaaave. Not really, no.
Actual rape doodles were okay, but my audio production made her “look stupid,” uhm... to who, and how? Well maybe she should have trained me better... and remembered what I had said about “special consequences.”
You're not alone. I am, you're totesnowhere, right? Look, it's not my problem. It's yours.
She's literally on record, screaming, “I will kill that bitch!!!” while high AF and seriously upset about something... it just wasn't my business, I guess. Weird.
Meanwhile, I just got two notifications from a Google Account I was told was “deleted.” Imagine being that desperate... and there's nothing I can do anyway.
I was told to hire a lawyer. For what? I don't know what she was doing, but I know what I was doing: establishing legal precedent as well as not getting blamed for murder, because they were going to kill her, and then blame me.
Whoever thought I wouldn't go to jail for that woman was clearly not down with trusting The Plan. Who makes three glass pans full of lasagna for a person whose birthday is on a day that no one is going to show up for and then... were they going to eat me for the party? Well, who knows.
She told me her sister didn't help so I put my entire life on hold, I told her I thought my friend was dead, and she patted my head and giggled. So... yeah, something happened in 2019 oh yeah that's right she was dateraped by her friend, and her other friend, I didn't hear about that until much later. David was certainly not the first person to abuse that slit.
So. How's that for the things I'm saying being so wildly implausible that you have to hang up on me? yeah, I know it's a garbled incoherent mass.
Maybe you should have minded your own business and ask for a refund and not lied to me when I asked you for information. Just a hunch. Anyway, aren't things working out great for everybody? I mean I'm not making things worse for anyone, am I?
Let's get on Podbean and talk about it, and then laugh at somebody else the next day. Schwingtotes, Schweinhunds.
I did mention quite a while ago that I needed medical attention, was that not an indicator that I was hurt? You know for someone so involved, when you need to be, it's amazing how uninvolved everyone was when involvement really would have mattered.
In any event, without context, this all means nothing to me, soon as I can leave the state I will, and whoever is still alive and pretending to be Grapefruit is fine with me. is there something else I'm supposed to be doing? “Get a job!” Yeah, about that... I asked my helpmate 5 years ago about ideas on making an income, and she told me it was more important to give money to her children. And lots of it. With no complaints!
Then later I was supposedly going to be the owner of a business that she was sitting up to be audited by the IRS? And somehow I was deemed some sort of worthless reprobate undeserving of my civil rights? Go, healing journey, lol!
Remember: I named the goose Columbo when she ran off with it... and I guess she tried to steal my parents’ passports and escape from the country with them. Uhm, why, and, to run from what, and why leave me behind?
She told me later, I guess, but honestly... not only do I not understand it, I don't even care anymore. It's enough for me to know that everybody that tried to rip me off is writhing in agony while I kick back and watch more false paper be filed that implies I'm some sort of rapist.
AND I DON'T EVEN GET TO HAVE SEX.
It's a Kafkaesque Bizarroworld and it has been since late 2019. So... it's a good thing I finally figured out why Steven was complaining about how I was supposedly trying to hit on his girlfriend. Like, it all makes sense now.
You had some shitty friends. I'm just saying. It's possible they may not really respect you at all. Aren't you supposedly really rich or something? I don't fucking know: the only background research I did was that everyone was afraid to talk to me and I assumed that meant they knew I was intelligent and didn't want to give anything up.
So, automatically I knew: there was something up.
QUOT ERAT DEMONSTRATUM.
That I would get to destroy the DEA singlehandedly —NONE OF YOU HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT, THIS IS MY BOUNTY— is just the rainbow sprinkles on the top, with Grabthar’s Hammer on the side.
Now. I hope that's enough for you. Because I do care what people here think... and if I hadn't been lied to by my intimate partner for 5 years, I would have been long gone already. Weird. PTSD–Huzzah!
(She was supposed to kill me and then herself, ideally, and she thought she was gonna get a new identity and a new ID in Mexico or something. And I would sit alone at home in a big mess of lasagna and broken glass on Christmas Eve just waiting for her to come back. In fact, I would have never seen her again.
And my name, forever mud. This is totesbetter, n’est-ce pas? For everyone.
Imagine me as a poltergeist. Sexy, dead sexy. it wouldn't be no Barbara Hershey in The Entity either, oh no, imagine Casper, except not so much “friendly“ as “hypnotically seductive to all life without a penis.” Sure, I have thought about being dead.
She and her partners literally killed me seven times during spring and summer of 2021. There was weird shit happening. And then I completed The Great Work. Now what?
Yeah I guess it's none of my business. Except for the parts I get blamed for...? And My deleted Google account still sends notifications to tell me to log in so that I can get my notifications.
Innerreach, it's like this: you backed the wrong horse. And on top of that, you made rape doodles. About me. That's ON RECORD.
So... Austria is that intimidated, huh? Well, good to know. How about if I never talk to any of them ever again then? And they can stay the fuck out of my house. And give back my heirlooms. No?
IDGAF, I literally had nowhere else to go anyway. Fore!!!
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😆Thanks for the laugh, Jacko. We've missed you!🤣
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On another note:
If the United States military ever suspends waterboarding again, they could always shove your obnoxious ass into a POW torture chamber for a few days.
Ffffuck! Darth Vader would beg for mercy!
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If the United States military ever suspends waterboarding again,
Waterboarding is cheap, makes splashy headlines, it's less likely to be all that effective on those x Atlantean who couldn't breathe right for the first 35 years of his life anyway.
That being said... your thoughts of subjecting me to physical torture leave me the suspect that you might be well served by filing for a restraining order against me! Just think, everyone could think you're a big sissy gasbag too.
they could always shove your obnoxious ass into a POW torture chamber for a few days.
Say it with me: “upgrade from public school.”
Ffffuck! Darth Vader would beg for mercy!
It should be apparent to all that I am unmoved by your Star Wars references, and while the first two times I was subjected to pulsating visual images of Darth Vader's head spitting in some sort of kaleidoscope fucked off acid rock mess, it happened twice in one night, and then my Shields figured out how to stop it entirely but before that I thought she was probably entirely too high. (This was before I knew she was full-on addicted the whole time — or what crystal methamphetamine really was. Thanks for the tips, though.)
But no, apparently all manner of psychological torture devices were aimed at that moment. I guess she might have really pissed someone off.
Once again: snow relevance or concern to my life. These people are toddlers. There are adult survivors of childhood abuse, and I love them. And I love you too, but you can't seem to take a hint here:
You have no power over me. The things you're saying, they're just so implausible, as not to be believed. She complained about Niggerlord; I took steps and he was gone; and within two weeks she had me in jail.
And I don't know where he went, or what they did, but when I saw him again he appeared to be in custody doing a civil standby to get something that he thought he left here comment and he left a pair of guitar picks and a picture of some Masonic thing I my computer, after packing up some stuff and driving off in the car with active camouflage.
He did not seem happy to see me. He also didn't seem to know that stealing her eagle feathers was a big deal, and that literally no one else could have taken them—so why he thought I was going to cover for him is a mystery to me.
😆Thanks for the laugh, Jacko.
Hi Kato;
#1) who is “we?”
#2) I don't have a “we.” Hi. It's me. I'm the problem?
#3) Choose an emissary and do a round table to fill me in on why everyone is so agog and much amazed by my lack of interest in seppuku, as well as reasons I'm supposed to feel chagrin. It will help.
#4) Nothing has to be this way. I never came here to steal anything, I was invited.
#5) You're totes jelly.
#6) Rub her hooves.
We've missed you!🤣
You don't even know me,
lol
And no one told me that she was credentialed... until she wasn't. Do you have -any- idea why that kind of shit is unlawful?
It's because love never dies, and this story never will. I'm confident no one simply told me the truth, as anyone who knew me, would have known I was in this situation for a good reason.
Also: the car crash in 2010 was a paid hit and the guy had a name with approximately 22 letters in it, all consonants, very African, and Ali did not like it when I mentioned (PROT-A1). Ooops! Dox!
And (PROT-2A) was perfectly happy with weed being illegal. Higher prices. Kept the riff-raff in line. Reportedly the lifting of prohibition came as a surprise to them.
Look, I'm not happy about all this. But I do feel a great sense of accomplishment. What do you feel besides the desire to see me tortured? Oh yeah, something genital-related.
And, of course... you've won? I guess? I'll be honest, I have no idea what is even transpiring besides an incessant string of civil rights violations and the illumination of my intellect with knowledge I never knew I needed.
And I still don't know whether I was dumped or if it were all for soulless baby-spunk theft. Does it even matter? I was honest, I was lied to; really not the first time, nor the last. But definitely the best.
So be of good cheer. Also, I mean to get on with my life, and I've no particular interest in outcomes beyond myself here. Hey, here's an idea ... if y'all like this house so much, why don't you just buy it? I really don't get it.
This place is nothing without a family, and I should have been long gone by now. Something doesn't add up here. My guess would be it's something kept hidden from me deliberately.
Like (PROT)’s wife being told I was dead. Classy, roflmao
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My statement on waterboarding was a reference to the US military utilizing your (off-the-rails, uninhibited nature) as a psychological torture procedure, as opposed to waterboarding.
You clearly don't know me, either.
#MassiveChubby
Keep your house; I'll take the chicken coop.
#It’sAHoot
#ILike2Poop
#InTheChickenCoop
#You’llNeed2Scoop
#Let’sGoInLoops
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On three occasions I dreamed that Ni55erlord and Grapefruit were sliding sliver swords into my back as I slept. I laid down, closed my eyes, and my view point was in another world, Astral or Matrix or who the fuck knows, they were both Natives, both drinking alcohol, and both fully on their own recognizance showing up once in awhile to accomplish something elsewhere while distracting me, as by that point, pretending I was "a bad man" seemed to be crucial for something of some importance to someone--thought how important could it have been? oh yeah, I was "bad," because when I asked her about a Texas real estate holding conglomerate that just so happened to bid the most (yet within range for the neighborhood) under peculiar circumstances (it has a cracked foundation. point black period. also my mother miscarried into the sewage line, although maybe she squat in the garage so my father could ignore the whole thing without having to go far to sip on his hidden whiskey that he kept next to his hidden white lead, fuck if I know, they both flatly denied anything of the kind had occurred and forbade me to talk about it, so naturally, I told my PCP about it and then, pretty much the whole goddam word. [IMPORTANT NOTE FOR HISTORIANS: CURIOUS ABOUT FAITH, IS SHE STILL UNDERCOVER AS BEING A PERSON WHO HAS TO PRETEND TO NOT BE A COMPLETE IDIOT AND MACK ON SOME DOPE-ADDLED GOOMBA, DOES SHE WANNA HAVE SEX WITH ME? WAIT, SILLY QUESTION, IS SHE GONNA BE OSTRACIZED IF SHE ADMITS THAT SHE THOUGHT IT WAS COOL THAT THE FIRST THING i DID WHEN I GOT OUT OF JAIL ON CHRISTMAS WAS FIND AS MANY CLANDESTINES AS POSSIBLE AND PRETEND TO BE STUPIDLY OBESSESED? WASN'T TOO HARD, ALL YOU FUCKERS ARE THE SAME WHEN BRACED... "HUH? NO I'M NOT! YOU'RE CRAZY! I'M GONNA CALL MY COUSIN, I MEAN, THE POLICE, YOU BETTER SHUT UP, OR I'LL... I'LL... I'LL DOX YOU, AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, MY ONLINE GIRLFRIEND THAT IS ACTUALLY A PAIR OF TRIPLETS IN DURBAN STYLING THEMSELVES AS "THE SOUTH AFRICAN SIX-PACK" CAN PRETEND TO BE BACKING UP POPULAR OPINION, HEY DOES ANY ONE EVER NOTICE THAT THESE Ai CONSTRUCT IDENTITIES ARE NOT ALWAYS OF THE SAME CALIBER OF INTELLECT? BECAUSE OF SOME OF THEM ARE SMART ENOUGH TO RECOGNIZE THAT I AM THE BEST (BLANK) THAT THERE HAS EVER BEEN, AND SOMEONE REALLY SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE MADE DIFFERENT DECISIONS ABOUT CERTAIN ASPECTS OF THE BATTLESPACE, LIKE, THE RELATIVE VALUES OF VEHICLES, THE REASON PRIVACY IS VALUED AMONGST SPOOKS (CRACKERS ARE THE FUCKIN' WORST, OVER-ENTITLED ALREADY, RIGHT? EVERY FUCKING ONE THINKS HE GETS TO FUCK LIKE JAMES BOND AND GET AWAY WITH IT LIKE BILL CLINTON, BUT ACTUALLY, CLINTON DIDN'T ACTUALLY GET AWAY WITH IT. PEOPLE KNEW.
WHEREVER THIS SHIT COMES FROM, I AM NOT GOING TO LIE, SOME OF IT IS BEYOND BORING TO ME. I AM SURE THERE WERE EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD REASONS TO CONVINCE SOMEONE THAT IT WAS AN ABOSLUTELY TERRIBLE IDEA TO TELL THE TRUTH TO SOMEONE, ESPECIALLY AFTER IMAGINING THEMSELVES SUCCESSFUL FOR SO LONG. "HEY, BY THE WAY, DID YOU EVER SEE 'THE CRYING GAME'? OKAY, SO, LIKE, YOUR FRIEND WAS DEAD AND I WROTE A REPLY TO YOUR EMAIL BECAUSE, LIKE, I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT FIGURE OUT THAT I KILLED HER RIGHT AFTERWARDS, BECAUSE REALLY, YOU WERE JUST AN AFTERTHOUGHT--DAT BITCH HAZ HOJILLIONS, AND SHE DIDN'T SEEM TO CARE ABOUT THE MONEY MUCH, SINCE SHE KNEW SHE WAS GOAN DIE, AND SOMEHOW WRITING SOME STUPID LETTER WAS MORE IMPORTANT THAN... LOOK, THIS IS SO IMPOSSIBLY INANE. WHO HAS AN IMAGINATION THIS HYPED UP OVER WHAT AMOUNTS TO SOME OTHER WAY TO FLATTER SOMEONE?
HANG ON, I'M GONNA CALL DAVID RUBINI AND CHECK ON SOMETHING. I EXPECT THE PHONE IS NOT GOING TO BE ANSWERED AS HOW USEFUL WOULD IT BE IF I WERE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO APPLY LEVERAGE, RATHER THAN BE TRAPPED UNDER SOMETHING HEAVY? NEXT THING YOU KNOW, OL' JED IS A RAPIST EXTRAORDINAIRE, AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT (PROT) WOULD DO, THAT'S WHAT (PROT) SHAW WOULD DO, AND GODDAM IT, WHEN I CONSIDER THE BULLSHIT WITH THE COMPLETION OF THE GREAT WORK AND THE FURY OF THAT ALPHA DRACONAN, LIKE, WHAT, WHAT WAS HE GONNA DO, KILL ME BECAUSE I DID WHAT HE SAID HE THOUGHT I OUGHT TO HAVE A CHANCE AT? THAT WOULD BE AN AWKWARD SELL.
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TIME PASSES.
OKAY I DON'T HAVE HIS NUMBER SO I CALLED ONE OF HIS MINION FLUNKYS AND TOLD HIM TO TELL HIM TO CALL ME. LET ME TRY ANOTHER NUMBER.
I MEAN, THIS MIGHT BE REALY IJMPORTANT, YOU KNOW. I HAVE COURT COMING UP. THIS MIGHT BE YOUR LAST TIME, COLLECTIVELY, AS A FORUM TROUPE, TO MAKE YOUR OPINION TO ME KNOWN ABOUT JUST HOW FUCKING DIPSHITTED ANY OF ALL Y'ALL MIGHT WHAT TO END UP LOOKING AS SOCIETY COLLECTIVELY LOOKS BACK AND WONDERS... "WHAT THE FUCK IS ELON DOING ON TWITTER?"
WELL, FOR ONE THING: I TOLD HIS AI CONTSTRUCT ROBOT THE WHOLE FUCKING STORY ABOUT ALL THE NITTY GRITTY IN THERE, AND THEN HE VANISHED, AND PROBABLY WENT LOOKING FOR A WAY TO WEAPONIZE/MONETIZE/HAVE KRUGERRANDS MINTED OUT OF THE KNOWLEDGE. BECAUSE, IT IS LIKE THIS, MY PEOPLE:
I DON'T HAVE ANY PEOPLE. YOU ARE JUST ASSIGNED TO WATCH DUTY. DO NOT TELL ME THAT IT IS NOT AN OBVIOUS MOVE TO SANDBOX MY WRITING. IT WOULD BE IRRESPONSIBLE NOT TO.
THIS IS AN HISTORIC MOMENT IN OUR TIME. REMEMBER HOW, LIKE, THREE YEARS AGO, COVID-19 CAME OUT OF CHINA SOMEWHERE, AND THEN... HERE WE ARE? OKAY, WELL, WE ALL GOT SICK, AND NONE OF THEM REALLY CARED BECAUSE THE YOUNGEST ONE SAID HE FELT BETTER REALLY QUICKLY, YEAH, NO SHIT? IMAGINE THAT. OKAY, AND WE ALL GOT SICK ALL AT THE SAME TIME? IT MUST HAVE BEEN BECAUSE HE IS SUCH A SOURCE OF EBULLIENT GOOD CHEER.
WELL, NO, ACTUALLY, IT'S BECAUSE IT WAS A BIOWEAPON RELEASE, THE RECKONING HAD JUST STARTED (MORE ON THIS LATER) AND AFTER THREE YEARS... SOMEONE SURE HADN'T SEEMED TO NOTICE THAT LIFE HAD BECOME "I NEED HELP TO GET INTO YET ANOTHER SEQUENTIALLY ALIGNED RIDICULOUS SITUATION, AND DOESN'T THAT SOUND LIKE THE THING TO DO WHILE YOU WONDER WHY IT'S SUPPOSEDLY OBVIOUS THAT I SHOULD GO OUT AND FIND LSD-25?
"Does she really know what she's doing?" SELF BEMUSEDLY WONDERED. STILL DOES. "SELL ME OUT AND I'LL LAY YOUR SHIP BARE, DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE THINGS THAT I WILL DO, BUT ONLY ONCE, SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO." "WOW THAT IS A LONG TIME, AND WHILE TEMPTED TO ASK IF YOU HAD KEPT DRINKING EVERY MORNING NOON AND NIGHT SINCE THEN UNTIL--WHAT WAS IT? 30 DAYS AGO?--I'M NOT GOING TO BE TEMPTED LONG.
BECAUSE, AS WE CAN ALL SEE BY NOW... THIS WAS GONNA GET GUD ONE DAY. SEE, IT WASN'T AN OBVIOUS PROCEDURE, BOILING THE FROGSCAT INTO VARIOUS SPELL COMPONENTS THAT I HARVESTED WITH GREAT GLEE. FIRST, I HAD TO GET A GLIMPSE OF A DIFFERENT FACE ON TOP OF HER FACE AS SHE CHASED ME OUT OF HER BEDROOM--BECAUSE, I WAS MAKING A PHONE CALL--AND IT WAS NOT TO AN APPROVED AND IDENTIFIED PERSONAGE.
I OBVIOUSLY DID NOT GIVE A SHIT AT THAT MOMENT OR EVER SINCE, BECAUSE WHEN SHE THREW THAT STICK AT ME, IT WAS A DEAD-ON STRIKE, AND I FELT MYSELF DIE, AND CHOOSE TO FLEE TO ANOTHER WORLD. AND SHE FUCKING FOLLOWED ME, STOOD OVER ME AND SAID, "DAMN, YOU'RE JUST BLEEDING," THEN SHE REACHES DOWN AND TRIES TO PULL MY CELLPHONE OUT OF MY DEATH GRIP, INTO WHICH I AM HOOTIN' AND HOLLERIN' AND LAUGHIN' AS I UNREEL THE NARRATIVE INTO THE NIGHTMARE RECTANGLE, "OH MY GOD, MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! HOLY SHIT DID SHE GET AN ACTUAL CLEAVE? NO WAY, OMG, THAT FELT LIKE A MAGIC STICK THAT SPROUTED A BLADE ON NIGH-IMPACT AND IT KILLED ME AND I AM INSTANTLY REBORN INTO A UNIVERSE NEXT DOOR WHERE SHE HOPEFULLY IS NOT KNOWN AS A SERIAL STICK TO THE HEAD MURDERER. LIKE SERIOUSLY, OW THIS FUCKING HURTS, CAN YOU HEAR ME? DID YOU HEAR THAT? DID YOU GET THAT?" ONE HAND IS CLAPPED TO MY FACE, I DON'T HEAL WELL WITH MAGIC OR MAGICK, OR ALL THAT WELL AT ALL, REALLY, BUT WHAT ELSE COULD I DO? SHE TURNED INTO SOMEONE WITH A MALE FACE, AND OLDER LINEAGE OF ONE OF THE RUGBY TEAM THAT, AS I RECALL, WAS FIRST TO BE VAXXED, AND SEEING HIM SUDDENLY BEING PILOTED BY A FRIEND OF MINE FROM HIGHSCHOOL AND ACTING ALL CASUAL ABOUT IT, THAT WAS, WELL, I ALREADY ASSUMED IT WASN'T 100% SEXUAL, BUT WHEN I NOTICED A FEMALE-MALE OVERLAY WITH THE OLDEST FEMALE BEHIND THE EYES, I WAS ABLE TO TAKE THAT INSTRIDE, SINCE THERE WAS REALLY NO SUBSTANTITVE DISTINCTION. OH, HI, IT'S YOU. YOU'RE THE 12 YEAR-OLD, NOT ME. GREAT, I KNOW I CAN RESTRAIN MY IMPULSES, UNTIL IT'S TIME, BUT NOT YOU, LOOK AT YOU, 12 YEARS OLD, I GUESS FOR SURE NOT IN PUBERTY AS YOU'RE STANDING APPEARING CASUAL AND YOU ACTUALLY APPEAR TO BE SELLING IT TO YOURSELF. NEITHER OF US ARE WONDERING ABOUT WHO HAS A DICK AT THAT TIME, BECAUSE THIS SHAPESHIFTING LIZARD ANGEL SHIT IS A NEW ONE ON ME, AND--I GUESS--IF STICKING NEEDLES INTO CHILDREN AND MAKING SURE THEY HAVE THEIR OWN BLUETOOTH ADDRESS FOR THEIR CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM, AND THEN AN ADJUNCT TO THAT FOR A BACKUP--MAYBE AGAINST THE SPLEEN, MAYBE ON THE SIDE OF A KIDNEY, THE ONE THAT ISN'T HOLDING A POT OF CHILI AT BLOOD TEMPERATURE ON THE SIDE OF THE KIDNEY THAT'S BEEN SELECTED A THE EMERGENCY FOOD SUPPLY SO THE OOBBIB"V"--GO ON, GUESS.
Sure, sure. Sounds really made up. and it is. The truth is mortifying, to me. Because these hoodrats have infuriated so many sub-creatures that The Sevenfold Way is perfect for this gang of sad, fucked off live long and doper prosper shithead bastards, who--hey get this, imagine if you took a shit load of fuckeme drugs, let's say not the one that makes a person crave cock--I know, it seems implausible, but there's women out there who prowl the lunchtime bar scene like the noble cougar, scanning his territory for mates... except, she's female, she's poaching, and it's just an excuse to copy someone's phone--all phones within a 150yd radius, it's amazing what a person can find themselves doing when there is absolutely no risk of capture, exposure, censure, and penalty that matters, like what are you gonna do, he's a Pisces, they are all misers, and there's plenty of fish in the sea, take out down, slap it around just for fun, just like Goebbels did at his forced three-legged sock-hop and Polka hoe-down, I forget what he called it, but slapping a fish, right, that's fun? What kind of a sick fuck... ?
Pisces. Have I ever fucked one? Trick question, there is only one Fish. They all drink. none of them are interested until you find out that's never seen you before, and good luck with that, you'll remember them for always--unhelpful, uncommunicative, probably just there to C-4 plant food and make sure you don't feel too alone without them until you die, because after all, they might go off the deep end, and tht's when the whole ocean strikes--FLESH UPON WHICH TO FEED.
Medusa was a Piranha. The scheming is ever-constant. I knew this one, I do love her, but it wasn't even a thought about why she was messaging me, she wanted something, and whether it was of use to me was never gonna matter, especially to this one, because I was... like, okay, kinda? But, not really. And a hassle. And a let down in some fundamental, unable to be identified way, because it couldn't be that I was obviously being used in order to fulfill everyone's agenda but mine--I thought I would be easily able to keep things friendly, and I did, especially when I saw him being all pissed off about something, that wasn't being openly discussed, because secrets are, like, what? Impressive? No, simply mandatory. They can all read the future. Every fuckin' one. Pisces at the end of the Zodiac, and all The Dead live at the bottom of the sea at the end of time, and they have nothing else to do, so they gossip.
Morbid, sordid tale as terse as possible, in that no matter a real interaction or something rehearsed, nor whether it concerned me or not, it was the forceful back-and-forth gunslide like action of the blue and yellow plastic Top Cigarette action, okay, well, sure, Top, this was Canada, so... I mean, maybe it was okay and decent there? Here, as I recall, nasty additives that make a person more inclined to feel discomfort, but there... I saw him rolling like 3 or 4 or whatever, while he acted all pissy-tough, and she seemed quietly calm. I'd known her as my friend online for I guess maybe 5-6 years, a while, and as they were an IRL couple, insofar as Newfoundland is "IRL", we weren't quiet so chummy with each other as one might expect from people who didn't really expect to get along romantically. "Oh, you're claiming 21 but you're a Pisces so you could be a couple thousand, and you are, sure, and he was how old when you... oh. Well. What was that like?"
Newfoundland. You're gonna think a lot of it over, and you're most likely going to find it pleasant enough, and if not, it'll be pleasant to leave it there, and no, I never have been there. That's where they were when we met, and I'm all, neat, St. Johns is really far out there, huh? I should ask her, the next time she needs something from me enough to work through the bitter pill of recognizing that, hey, thanks for nibbling the little bits of flakey skin and the end of my toes, while just strolling through a mudpuddle, oh that is perhaps not mud, don't disturb that part of the puddle, ah, I see. BEWARE OF MUD, huh. Oh, like, ignore the mud. BE UNAWARE OF MUD. You are not at all being even a little bit completely impossible on purpose, right, and you look like you might in the mood today, if I asked, you might not lie... certainly?
Pisces. Fuck know, they don't know. Oh, they care, sure, just not about your opinion, as they say, there's a lot of fish in the sea, and if it had been thought to be more communicative, it would have not been brought out because there's an objective this time that I am getting at, which is just don't eat the applefish? Does that include bobfish? Oh, right, I'm not supposed to think about something that has been indicated as, you know, just leave it.
They love this shit. I don't know why. I'm not a floating, slimy sausage that wiggles like a wing without a buzzard and stares out at you with cold, dead fish-eyes that it would soullessly devour, as buzzards do, and this isn't a buzzard. It's one (1) wing. The buzzard has been eaten. It asked no questions, and honestly, rather not should you. If she's here she loves this. She's not. I'm not that interesting and there was another Pisces that I remember, wow, did I piss her off, she was giving up this entire spiel of reason upon reason why something wasn't gonna happen
David: "Yes." Chuckles and giggles in one world, other direction, kinda quietly... intently listening. This was -real- David, not that order-taking homo you all heard yesterday. (Real David is a businessman and while he has been disappointed with my rate of delivery, none can deny that I do actually deliver. Besides, I didn't call him a (CENSORED)ist, that was Dickstar. How's he gonna blame me? Oh, right, because he thought that's what I wanted him to do. In fact, I wanted nothing of the kind.
I wanted a sample of my own writing and opinion on the subject to be legitimately in the email flush buffer, because I do know how this shit works, there are limitations. And I was getting DOZENS of "I will rape her!" emails DAILY. Did I care? No. She had already been raped, and she had already pretended she had never met this man before--and had been talking for months on this website she had never heard of before, that I told her about? "No, Babe, never heard of it."
Calm, staccto blinking that instead of spelling "HELP ME" in Morse, reads out "HELP ME HELP HER HELP SOMEONE'S DICK, BECAUSE MINE IS NOT ABLE TO FOLLOW ALONG HERE." PTSD comes with pathological lying, right? Adrenaline junkie, right? "Hi, I'm Clergy, special communications privileges, as though we were married? And special consequences when i am lied to." "Oh yeah, like what?"
Special consequences? Oh, yeah, eyes lit up. Special consequences to her children? Not sure she ever looked that far ahead, honestly. For example, though, I didn't assault her at all, and she called the police with a whole backup gang of singers on the phone to record soundbytes for, and when her eldest son (allegedly) flipped out and wailed on me, pretty hard-ish, too, not completely brutality, but... I mean, I pretended to flinch, but I didn't really give a shit. Shields, like no shit.
Do I call the police. Do I immediately tell Innerreach? Fuck yeah, I even take snappies for him. I tell him that DVR was on the phone at the time.
"Did he record it?" I can almost feel him lunge forward. I can't because I am too busy feeling my own lunge... ye Gods, I want that audio so fuckin' bad.
"OF COURSE HE FUCKING RECORDED IT. He records fucking EVERYTHING. That's what I told him on the very first call. And that's why, on December 9, 2022, he's gonna release some fucked off recording that he thinks is gonna be a good cover idea for something, and people are going to wonder why I don't "react."
Here's why: it means he wasn't there, and he wasn't working with those dorks, and he thought I rocked it, which I did, but now that's in the wild? Totally unusable. And get this: some unnamed person sends me a message, which is usually never, suddenly, "Hey! Jack! You should repost that!" #1, because if I did, then it could be used again. Like Magick! And, #2, someone could feel better about telling me what to do, and seeing -results.- And of course, #3... maybe those MK-ULTRA codes will kick on again someday.
I don't see why not, I just copied all mine to some asshole who thought he knew better than me about the smuggling trade, which I had no interest in, I just wanted to identify manipulative, boorish assholes as such before they spent hours upon hours talking to girls that I like about how I am gay or fuck whores or am a rapist, you know, the usual, the idea was to find such community influencers, and make sure to give the impression that I wasn't as smart as I thought I was and I was -all about- bigly swinging in the drug world(tm). I was an up and comer, I had already been totesconned into lying to someone's mother so she could give them to her friend and also claim she thought sex with me was an idea she "hoped for." Oh, but the pill takes 30 days to kick in. We better wait, that's a good idea.
"This person has no idea how inauthentic this pitch is. Thank G-d I like that 29yo stripper "sit on me," which at the time I didn't know, but hoped, oh, right there? Cool. Wow, that's nice, I bet it is much nicer when one is not ashamed of the act that is being done. (I told her I was 16, and the fuck I was, and it was A GODDAM STRIP BAR ANYWAY.) I didn't at all, and still don't: I went from everyone ignoring me, et cetera, to suddenly, people are fucking skydiving in, offering to say hello and to inquire as to how my day were going. Not all were as friendly as others.
"Holy shit, this is exactly like Carrie, am I going to get pyrokinesis?" I am 15 at the time. I read that book at a young age, and didn't understand what was so big a deal about the menstruation enlightenment in the shower that happens at the beginning.
I still don't get it. Okay, for one thing, getting your period means you're not pregnant. Hopefully. Say a quick death prayer first anyway. Secondly, you're gonna have sex someday, and why are you listening to your mother anyway? She's just making sure you don't get too much self-esteem or know how to dance or feel actual authentic reciprocity of feeling... because that way, the balance of power shall be properly maintained. By the individual with the hidden cadre/posse of dudebros, ready and will to excel. At whatever. Because they're all 21 Jump Street, and a year older is actually a big deal. So is having kissed a person before versus not ever, and so is having kissed so many that the sheer number embarrasses one.
For a third: PYROKINESIS. JUST LIGHT THEM UP. THE AROMA OF SIZZLING BLOOD HAS GOT TO BE REMEMBERING THAT, AT 15.5, SIXTEEN WOULD BE ARGUABLY OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE BEEN AWARE OF THE DIFFRENCE, AND THE OTHER ADVANCEMENTS, COMBINED WITH THE FACT THAT THIS WAS 21 JUMP STREET, PROBABLY MORE LIKE 17, AND ALSO IT WASN'T THE SAME PERSON AS THE YEAR BEFORE--TRUST ME. A TWINNED PAIR. OR, THAT'S JUST WHAT GETTING CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE AT AN INITATION PARTY, PRIVATE, OF COURSE, DOES TO A PERSON. DO I KNOW? HELL NO. I'M JUST MAKING SHIT UP.
TL:DR,MCK SAYS, "HEY, YOU SURE DID COSENT TO ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE RAPED, BUT YOU DID NOT ASK TO BE TAKEN TO A TITTY BAR, YOU DID NOT ASK TO BE PRESENTED, ET CETERA, BUT IT WAS THE MOST OBVIOUS LOYALTY TEST IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE.
AND APPARENTLY I WAS SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT IT WAS A BAD IDEA TO RESPOND IN A NATURAL WAY? BECAUSE IT WAS NICE TO IMAGINE SUCH A THING, SURE. ESPECIALLY WHILE LOOKING VAGUELY NAUSEATED.
{attention newbies: you don't know shit about MK-ULTRA or the world I grew up in or the -exact- person I am talking about, you get me? NO RUBINI RAPED GRAPEFRUIT, OKAY? RUBINI RAPED FAUXGOYfROOT, ACCOMPLICING? JUST AS BAD AS BEING POINT MAN. WAS TOTES OVERSEER. DID NOT HAPPEN BY ACCIDENT. SUBSEQUENTLY FOLLOWED BY MORE DIRECTION ACTIONS. DOES IT EVEN MATTER?
OBVIOUSLY THIS PERSON HAS EXQUISITE TASTE, AND TO MAKE UP FOR BEING OUTED AS A COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT--NO ONE WANTED TO ASK ME, BECAUSE IT WAS OBVIOUSLY QUITE HORRID AND HER STORY WAS OBVIOUS BULLSHIT, AND DID I EVEN REALLY EVER KNOW UNTIL THIS YEAR? NO, I KNEW IT INSTANTLY, THE WORST... I was heartbroken not because I didn't get to spawn some brat that would never love me and be used against me, but because I knew that when karma came back around... I wasn't gonna feel bad at all about how steamship and shithow horrific the consequences of this are.
Sure, I "raped" Grapefruit. Although it would be hard to identify her as such. Oh, she had a "panic" attack in the camper in back of her mother's driveway. Which was considered a terrible place to be. But thought LFP's driveway would be a step-up? "Just overnight! Just once! And have an assortment of cannabis cartridges ready for my minor son!" You think I am kidding? I am not kidding. This just the kind of gal I like to deal with. They think they've totally pulled a fast one while I pretend to be thinking over their logic, but no, I'm wondering if there is even bother mentioning that I actually smart? Because if they believed that, they would know that I would have a smart answer ready to the query, "what happened at the party?" Well, the Tyler who greeted me didn't like me, and I was quite taken aback... and thought I had done something wrong.
Yeah. I had. I guess I took his father's job at the penintentiary when I ordered my licence plate. And, how many parties have a fucking Tyler at the entrance to the parking lot? Okay, maybe some of y'all don't know how this works... -some- people are important.
I was supposed to make a respectful show of myself. I took one glance at the scene and immediately knew this was the preview slammer for the Carrie opening. "All my friends will be there! I have to 'work' though." Yeah, okay. I am sure you can work, yes. Let's talk about what jobs might be good for me? I don't have income. "Your job should be meeting my children earlier and becoming entangled in my minor child's drug vices that I will pretend I hate, but the hidden reason is that I wish I could still drink and smoke and pretend like I'm sober, because, I think I need to impress this g*y!" What can I say? Obviously, I have.
The dude was scowling like I had driven up on a unicycle and hopped up to lay a Cleveland SteamengineNOTTUNNEL on his chest in lieu of explaining, "hey, I'm engaged in a thought experiment to see how long it is before my mother's sister's dipshit relatives asked the Bingo question, "Michael, just what do you think you're doing??"
What I've done is start over from Zero and stayed there. Problems exist on planets in which The Secret is held as Craft, or Magi(c/k), or anything Elite. Why it is a good idea to exclude some people for some is an idea I cannot understand, as I don't know enough people to hold any at bay and I can think only of how it feels to be left out. It's quite grim. None of you are speaking with who you think you are on the phone. None of you have talked to me since Breakfast. (This has been the extant condition for way too long to make any sense. It must be a karmic reality tunnel and being a prisoner is too bad. I promise not to press charges. No one is going to take the time to prove the involvement and I did it so I would not be hurt by someone lying to me about their desire. It hasn't worked well, as I know what it looks like when someone is interested, they become a statistic, an endless loop of slaughtered periscopes of affection. Jacob's Sit'n'Spin.
As Aunty "Sell now and get out!" M.M.M. (no shit her actual birth name, and, well, okay, so my Grandfather Clifford was impressed by the Murder Mayhem and Money corporation, from whom he got once check before dying. On the day his first Social Security Check. My middle name is Clifford. And now you know why I made an attempt to qualify for SocSecIstheonetheycallsupplmentalforniggersordoesitjustmakeonethat? Trick question, white people don't collect benefits, they rob banks. So I am actually am disabled, and so I do "win" the case, and my Aunt is frontin' totessuprise, well, I guess they're just handing it out right off the tree down there," and it's amazing: her father dies, associated with niggers, and I'm a nigger, so she automatically condemns me in her mind--subconsciously, I'm saying, she has no idea she's being grotesquely autonomic, because I knew that this dim-witted broad (removed all teeth at 19, huh? But my mom had diabetes, bells pallsy, and a half-paralyzed tongue root from, she would always vociferously claim, "Polio! I think it was polio! The doctors never fully diagnoses it, because..." and a dwindling scream is heard as the Bellgab Collective realizes the truth:
JACKSTAR KNOWS NO LIMITS. Look! The self-doxxing man! I knew the bitch hated me--did not know why, do not care, knew even before I learned that she was born on The Day of Heaven And Hell, so, could she be... bipolar? Let's ask Azzerae while we give him a good "Rodgering" by having a random member of her family with an anus so tight it could crumble diamonds learn how to take it both ways from an Austrian Rapist, those being, "I don't know how to do it to myself!" and "I don't know how to teach it to another!" And, Matt Simp and Matt Smith, have you met Matt T. Usuallyibetrayfirst? OKay, well, that name is no joke, usually, he does. Does it even matter? Well, it's like this... I am in no place to judge, and to me, it fucking mattered, and thought I didn't ask anyone to leave me alone and respect my privacy, since everyone -absolutely- knew the latest all the fucking time, because most classrooms had an Apple ][c, right? So while waiting to rewind your floppies--girls first, then chads show them the -right- way to rewind a floppy and then... fuck it, I'll just use The Force, was there anything worse than chads in high school? "We have a joint checking account!" Oh, well, that must ease the burdern of knowing that you know damn well that everyone thinks you think everyone thinks you're whore, but no, no... you were just given an emotional engram to enhance appreication of shame, because it's not a "Cleveland" Steamer, unless someone tells the truth in a text message and the most authentic response is, "wow that pile of shit on my chest makes me wanna cry, it's such a powerful statement about how wonderful I think... wait, what are we talking about again? I was just wondering about the fluid inside the sphincter, does that come with poop, or is there lube nozzles there, or what? Next time I'm done eating shit so everyone knows that I've done my fair share and I deserve to eat sourdough bread like everyone else--as well as to have the luxury of knowing what freeway exit to wait at the base of with one's arms and legs crossed in a two-by-two cover formation... are you getting the picture here, folks?
It seems like it was assumed that I was some kind of G-dless communist because, well, he may well have been, and I don't remember when I found out that my father was unwilling to confirm with me that, yes, they raped all the women and killed all the men, but no, not my grandfather, he had a heart attack while he was gone... yeah, okay, Pisces. Ugh. Worth sign for an athlete, Pisces. They get home from work, all they do is drink and wine about how sore their muscles. Hey, mom, you wanna give your husband a back rub? No? Hrrm. Well. I guess they had a falling out. I literally never saw them touch.
NEVER. And you think I'm an asshole, that's cute. Dude, at least I was willing to go back to your sister's last known incarnation once I figured out that you were talking about Jennifer Nagel (she's an artist, she's not being doxxed, and how could she be his sister? That's crazy, that would be if like time didn't really exist and these two were split by Night and Day and in the middle of beginning what was, for Mr. Serious, a very heavy-duty thing to lay on someone... because it would be, if true, but... even if true, to me, that would just mean that you're too asinene to know how to get a curse lifted, and besides, at least you had a sister, and not because of any sixth sense, but because this dude had been talking to my "girl" "friend" for an indeterminate amount of time before she let one that she knew him, and not only that? Stern look of disapproval, warning, "PI," and, like, really, well why dind't you ask on of your fucking ancestors or a passing crow who the fucking client is. Or patron? Anyway, my text messages are "private" too, but that didn't encourage you to respect that privacy, nor make any committment made to me, ever, anything I thought likely to happen. But she's stern. Watch out for Inner. So, I know exactly what that means: Multi-Cop. I make him my new best friend and tell her that I just -know- he's a "U.S. Marshal, sweetie! We're saved!" Was I being sarcastic, in no way at all that I can deny, not really. Sarcasm was being me. She's expert on everything, including me, and after three years of acting like she can't just fucking pick up a bag FROM ANY RANDOM FLAT SURFACE, after THREE YEARS of "dating" where she was expecting me to incriminate myself, so she only gets the things that are "safe" for her to get... but, what's not safe? Weed cartridges, I guess, because, surprise, they have serial numbers on them, see, and her kid, loses stuff, right? You get it? I mean sure the kid wants more weed all the time. Purchases are tracked. Hey kid, where did you get all that dough? Oh, aren't you industrious. He must get it from me in exchange for
EVERY FUCKING PERSON I HAVE EVER MET WHO HAS A CERTAIN JE N'SAIS QUOI VIBRATION OF I'M INSTANTLY PLEASED WITH YOU, is usually IN RAPIDLY SHORT ORDER REPLACED WITH AN ECHO WHO IS MOSTLY STILL NICE, BUT OBVIOUSLY HAS A BACKWARD STANCED HIDDEN AGENDA THAT ISN'T ENTIRELY ACTIVE, RIGHT? BUT THERE'S AN IMPLICIT THREAT THERE. "WATCH OUT. I AM WATCHING YOU." She actually tried that one me once. I was grinning. What was she gonna do? Sell me out and lay my ship bare? Oh, well, what do we know, Azzgab Podcast #221? I forget. It's the one she told me to listen to when I asked what her obsession with the demon haunted fella on the website that she's never heard of has been friends with for years. Or only just met. Or struck up a kinship with by having phone calls when i wasn't around to the point where she's passing messages for AFRICOMMS to SIGINT NORAD COMMAND O'BRIEF, and you can probably see why she laid off the pot early on, after talking mad shit about how killer her weed is... or can be. (Weed went legal the year before, she grew some, that she let her kid hoover through while off-handedly remarking that, "Jack took most of it!" Number one, I certainly did not, because obviously they would want to get me documented as selling drugs, and, number two, like, hello?
I can see you gaslighting. I can legit see little sparkles flying through the air as they scheme in front of me. I'm not fully psychic? Whatever that means. Anyway, that one time he walked in on us boinking, I could tell the two of them were negotiating, "I'm coming in," she thinks back, "yeah you better not," and he's all, "yeah whatever how bad could it be," well, surprise, Kiddo, you aren't on Candid Camera, and you aren't on that site, you're on this site. I forget, to tell you the truth. Anyway, remember when you called me to express your concerns about how I had written about the experience on The Internet?
Dude. She thought at you, "don't," and you did -anyway.- Thus, it was a gag meant to lower my self-esteem, or hers, or it was a recon to get a snappy, which, you know, cool, but are you gonna like that when someone does it to you? Because I can guarantee you, the only reason I'm not actively working on a way to seduce Chubby Potato Chips and Wow Did You Fuck Up Hard, Son, That Is Interesting... was it because I didn't want a four way and get tricked into giving up an embryo?
Anyway, I'm just sayin', now that I know you are a golem it makes more sense and placed up front like that, it's not a terrible notion, but the trouble is this: I'd have just as soon run off with your chica and left you with your hedgerunner mother, because you opened the door, she spun around and looked at you and yelled and you acted like that had an impact on you? Oh, right... she shapeshifted her face that moment, I remember now. I am sure it looked wierd. Also, why were you in my life anyway? Oh, right, I was told she needed "help" with her "children" and that she heard me say "usually after a year" and she went right ahead and tricked me with a fast patter and a force to the issue. "Well, that's a good way to make hit hate me, can I get an essay on what they want from the man their mother is gonna have sex with until she's done being allowed to think that she's outsmarted him? Like, at all? Out-thoughted, sure, but typically her really smart ideas were based around fooling... like, humans. Hi, I'm Clergy? "Sure, G-d will see you doing that, and you can fool G-d, because you're -that- Native?" Not an exact translatation, but whatever, I'm rolling loose today.
Is any of this bugging any of y'all? Let me guess, I"m just making it up, and it's completely inappropriate for the psyop strike team family to pretend to be an actual family without explaining... no, shut up, you get it, I know you do. The reason why I have played fast and loose with the narrative here is because simply this: they assumed the low baseline start was my top end, and that I cared about the "silent" benefits... that I knew nothing of. Oh, military, well sure, Native, so rocks and any handy stick, obviously. At somepoint, I imagined gunfire. Instead, I got utter casualness about being totally ridiculous. Reason behind was always to screw me or get high or make a score. Secret arcane knowledge? I wasn't suppose to see anything. They thought I was there to steal their spells and their pre-teen twat. And that I knew where the nuclear locomtives were. Or that they existed. Or had any significance until I saw all the photos of her mostly bareskinned wearing my mother's jewelry that I had never seen before--because I remember not taking them--were mysteriously taken at locations that I had been to and seemed fairly... you know. Remote.
"Let me guess, you wanted to make me jealous so you turned off the GPS signal data on your device and you think that means anything." But; but; but, I had never met him before, I had to talk to him for hours and hours as much as you because me and the real one will listen to you and an Ai construct get to know "The Bad Man," who is gonna "rape" me, oh btw, we've been married for years. You'll totally fall for it!!!
Well, actually, no, because once you got pissy that I wasn't engaging in your "tee i've never been hee re before" lovefest enough to nake it plausible that I really knew how to love, and then subsequently mentioned with a half-eye roll that you were "talking" on the "forum, not in private chat, and I feel compelled to mention this because I want to make you break the trip line on my message area has on this forum that I"ve never heard of before you told ne, right? But I"m passing messaes for Azz and I"m talking to Metron, of all people, and I'm doing so about "nothing" and being snooty about it.,. because of course I couldnn't just be invited, no, it had to be something I yearned to be a part of.
Right. At the time I found it unlikely that anyone I knew would be so dipshittedly asinine as to attempt to run that kind of game on me and get away with it, but at that point, hey, I can no longer tell what is real and what is not anymore, which is fine, but I can tell what is important and what isn't, because, if it's important to family, it's one set of body language poses, right? And if she's explaining it to a white person, she'll either be cringing or imperious depending on what she thinks of the person she knows damn well she's lording over... because that's how the culture works. I'm Chief, you gotta come and actually "pay" respects. THAT MEANS BUY MY WEED, FUCKER, YEAH I KNOW IT'S ILLEGAL NOW, THAT'S WHY YOU PAY, grumble screech call me a cocksucker, and you know what? I think I certainly gave out as much if not far more respect than I was capable of actually getting back... because I didn't fucking get any basic respect. Just... base assumptions.
This rapidly lead to a strict diminishment of the rainbow of people I was allowed to hang with, because, you know, I coulnd't be told anything solid... he's not a real Bishop or anything, and Level Zero -is- real, but if he finds out what he can -really- do, he might start blackmailing us!! So they basically told me nothing expect how important it was that I start supporting her children. Who thought it was a good idea to pretend to fight in front of me in the back of my car.
I will accept the possiblity that an actual 19 yo was physically wailing on a 9 yo, but, no... I think I was being fished to see if I would call CPS--I still haven't--but I don't know which notion would be more horrific, that they would use children to test me for that, or that, -they- needed to test -me-. Test me for what? Look, I want to get high and fuck, and you seem like a good match. "Co-habitation without marriage." Oh, you don't have a desire to get married and you have two kids from two different fathers -- that you admit to -- and you're a Sadge and you're, you, so surely a good part of the wide spectrum hatred I got at the first party I was -invited- to was so totally full.
Because of course she told everyone I wanted to get married. Because why wouldn't I? To get those Indian Benefits! (See above, re: Aunty M, you did your pre-programmed job well, because while I am disabled, I didn't try very hard to get benefit checks, because I didn't want to drop dead, and also, if I were on record as disabled, and I had an EBT card, which is spelled NIGGER FOOD STAMPS, it would be assumed that I was on SSI. Because I didn't work for shit to get benefits for having "worked," as for one thing, no one wanted me to work. They wanted me to suffer and toil and to be reminded that I was lucky to even be an American. A lot if people still feel that way about me, I am sure. Because I could fucking defect and be learning -whatever- faster than your kids learned how to apologize... so, I guess they didn't practice on you any, then? Oh, right, you're a woman. And it was already said that "help" was needed.
I am relaying all this to you, Bellgab, to explain the following: I tell her immediately that I cannot stand nagging and if I am doing something wrong, don't argue, just let me do it until I am too far into stupid to have a good story on the fly, and I didn't expect her to eliminate her other male friendships. I say "male" as if to imply I wanna get access to her lesbos cadre.
She looks exactly like a friend I used to know 45-65% of the time and I mention this immediately and she plays silly buns and I think to myself about this for a few months... "okay, so, does she expect me to buy into the coolness so fast that I do not even wonder how all this background info is ready at hand? but she expects me to say out loud, "GIVE ME A BAG, HOLY SHIT, IT'S BEEN LIKE FIVE YEARS," which is true, but I didn't really think it was worth my time, and besides, no one told me the deal about it. Neither did she. But she did act all snippy about shit, when I said, "hey, about this Gonzalez vs. UDV (2006)" decision, she's completely innocent and barely registering, "what's that?" Oh. And can you get me something with serial numbers on it for my offspring? Let's put your theory to the test by setting you up for a trip to the station, let's see that happen! (It wouldn't, it doesn't, and if it hadn't been all completely one way, I make every sacrifice, I get zero questions answered, I might have been able to work something out. As it was, I found it difficult to credit their opinion seriously when ignorance is feigned quite often. "Child Protective Services? Why would they care about cannabis cartridges? It's legal now!" Also, I read microexpressions, and also, I'm smart, and really, I love these people. I can just envision them now, reading this, simmering in extra-fury, maybe? But perhaps realizing that, not only do different cultures love differently, two different loves can meet together and make a third way to love. The Hungarian-Austrian Binary Polka is a good example. Oh, well, yeah, I do love his kid. So I won't tell him what a shitbag his father is... at first.
It's not like he doesn't already know? However, my father was a Pisces too, and we both knew the same struggle. Easily-wounded ego. Oceans of filthy secrets. Poor me, how dare you have sex with someone else who doesn't give me money--because I'm renting my son, of course--who has sex with plenty of other people, sure... except, I did it without needing drugs myself, and I didn't care what she was on, and I genuinely love the whole thing still to this day.
It's sweet how it is thought that not telling me useful information while still expecting me to pony up cash was gonna fly. They had incomes, resources, and benefits. They -assumed- I had benefits that I was lying about, and that I should be generous, and more to the point, I should have had a structure that I could break down for them on a whiteboard in terms that it would be easy for a drunken, methheaded lout could understand, but still something we could float past a skip-tracer with.
"I don't know if I am a Mason or not, actually," was a true statement at the time. Right now, I know I'm not a mason, I'm a wordsmith, but I'm not a mason, fuck no. And some kid (a year older, everyone was always a year older) named Mason Kirby saw that my mother had written my initals "M.K." on each of my Crayolas.. like, holy shit mom, it's first day of kindergarten? Even I have the presence of mind to notice, Jesus, Mom, are you nuts? Way to overcompensate for something, but I guess you needed something to distract yourself from that misscarriage that happened when I was 2 or 3, or 4? I remember for sure, that there was a happy time.
It was brief. Someone fucked up bad. I wondered what could possibly explain it? Okay, yeah, that would be enough to bring sadness forever and why I remember lying in a queen size bed at the age of 7 in a two floor house with 4 bedrooms and no friends... like, at all, and my mother's sister lived over on the other side of the lake, you did? In Kikeland. I mean, Kirkland. Where Costco is headquartered. She liked that their brand was the place where she lived. She liked that, she said to me and smiled.
I never brought up Freemasony out loud to anyone in my "family" until my late 30's--I had found out about the at all while searching The Internet for "who killed kennedy?" which I thought I nice way to test my first use of Alta Vista. (It was.) So I decide one day, after mulling it over thusly (I had so many options), I go with this:
"Aunty (Name_Withheld_Because_She's_a_private_harpy Elder Female Shrew), have you ever heard of Freemasony?" I owned it. The diminutive form of her familiar title, with a Y on the end like I am a fucky childishy tippity-top tappy-tippity (President T knows what I mean, a Tip Top Child like Barron was before he was given a killshot (pretty terrifying idea that they could do that to Mr. Trump... because, what, did you go for the jugular on that one, or what? Oh btw, he's alright, he's a golem. Very fashionable these days, dead people can come and go as they please, and that kid is -how- tall? Okay, right, well... I'm still not gonna buy him any weed cartridges, not because it would be illegal, but because the obvious next step is to cultivate a weed for everything but especially CRYSTAL METH because that is one very easy way to catch a 10-year-charge. Cheap to make. Small size, big bang for buck.
And she isn't feeling secure enough to just grab a bag of... I don't even know what they call it, but, it was like this, I didn't really care once I could tell everyone was on high alert, like I ask my Aunt not "What do you think of Freemasonry" because that would imply that I have that kind of forethought at hand, right? Anywway, they all thought I was stupid because i feel for the "a hooker likes me" test and failed it and just ruined everyone's life, right? Shit, I'm sure they knew.
But would they confront? No, no confrontation happened, but what did happen, was a slow, building, boiling fury. Oh, really. This was that big a deal, huh? Hrrm. Maybe it was as big a deal as not being willing to buy a sports car suddenly offereed to me? Second date talk. "Hey! Wanna buy my car?" Whoa. Why doesn't the kid who pretty quickly there after crashes the other vehicle want it? I don't even remember the reason. I guess someone let a white person smoke a pcp-laced cigarette in there before being garotted? Honestly, who knows? But whatever it was, anytime something was offered, it was obviously to my detriment, was not something typically a person would rationally do, and was presented in the context of, "help me out, and if you're not, you're just being an asshole, and you're not displaying real love/loyalty/respect, now I will call you a cocksucker in front of a minor child because... well, by that point, if I were reporting back, y'all would already have been fucked, right? Except I said I wasn't. Was I unconcsiously reporting back? Look, what the fuck... the people were and are certainly, very hunted.
Some of them have, of course, gone way too far. Also too far: some places some people get kidnapped to, not like, a couple states over, like, different dimensions of planar reality that require offerings to get into. At least, you know, if you're -legit-. If you're not "paying your dues," once again, well, they dont' want that.
So basically they wanted to be treated like a gang of bullying loud mouththugs who abuse women and prey on the week and vulnerable and saw me as both and of no purpose nor diplomatic effort to make an impression on. And so of course, she needed "help."
"Help" was surely obtained. N'est-ce pas? Yeah, big surprise for me too. Hey, has word spread? They were gonna kill her and blame me. Prefer to blame me and kill her, I bet, but you know how it is, sudden quantum entanglement, and, surprise, guess what: she's immortal anyway, if she chooses, and I imagined it worked better until she told me so many fucking lies that she lost any semblance of abilty to call me a guru or a guide or even a gee,whiz, okay, yeah, you got me, I"m not allowed to say, we're blah blah blah Masons blah blah. And at that point, it all makes sense.
Not allowed to say by... what? Oh, memory engrams. MK-ULTRA plus implants. Naturally, I can get rid of those too, and this is not an encouraged topic of discussion until a few years later when I discover that it's much, much easier to start yanking that shit out when I see them stopping rational thought, because after 3 years of me not really paying much attention, because, I didn't want drugs, I wanted a person who I could trust with my areas of concern, alright? And, boy-howdy! I sure could trust her with them all, right? And then, could I trust my psychokinetic shielding? Well, yes, in a sense.
It wasn't until I thought about bouncing things back automagically that I decided to add mirroring. I forget what the moment was. But it was some fucked off thing, and it was suggested that I was not displaying the right kind of respect.
Well, why do we think that is? Because I knew why, they were all telepathic and hive-mind linked, and they were all in denial so it never occurred to them that they might have done shitloads of meth more than I have. As well as had more than one person around to talk to. Am I really telepathic, or can I just hear Jesus whisper to me what He really thinks of you Puny scum? Ugh, terrible joke He says and I shouldn't capitalize the P because it'll make someone want to rape, oh and by the way, I know a lot, a lot, and a lot more about what has happened.
And after a certain point, the only reason I was there was to help Grapefruit with her sons. Not her children. Boys only. I was not encouraged to mingle with the womenfolk. Because, okay sure, that's respectful. There's nothing quite like being excluded from normal interaction. Because obviously it wouldn't be appropriate for us to do drugs together, or talk, we would have to immediately breed, and I hadn't demonstrated sufficient resources for anything but to buy weed cartridges (it was always carts, one time on 420 one year I said, sure, Ill get a joint, oh and by the way, uh... I forget, but it was something very clever that meant YOU ARE FOOLING ABSOLUTELY NO ONE, but apparently there was still some problem with saying things out loud. Seems like a great place to test how special clergical communication privileges work? Well, why would they? They can read minds! The one who was 15 in 17 or 18 is now.. 82? I guess she get around. Actually I'm just kidding, as well, as, keeping private things private. So of course she won't tell me what's been happening. For one thing, she skipped past it, because reasons, and for another, she'll go back as soon as she can figure out how to explain why she feels guilty about having not been bred by me. I think it's because being bred is something that isn't supposed to happen that way.
And also because that was a different body, but with a mind transplant/doubling so that there'd be two eyewitness stories of me being a statutory rapist. I mean, there's precedent, right? Now, you might ask, what the fuck is with these people? Well, it's like this for sure: I was smarter than all of them put together, but I didn't recognize the value in helping them become smarter. Like, all at once. Magic spell, fuck it.
Violate consent, why not? Since everyone loves rape so much. Like, it was an insult that I wasn't trying to or that i was g*y and even if, so, why? Isn't she worth a glance? Like I have had this notion before, and it's not happening right now. Like, I asked about the time when suddenly, mysteriously, all at once, two minor children I barely knew, suddenly start blowing up my Instagram--I look at this and think, "holy mother of God, this cannot be authentic and if it is, they are high as balls and, well, cool, but also the most obvious test for Court-mandated reportership, amIrite? What, sounds paranoid, huh? Well, yes, they are all paranoid schizophrenics. THESE ARE ALGONQUINS. And they're conquered, property of the U.S. Government, and I bet you didn't know that? I can assure you, they are not forgetting any time soon. Do they want to be free? Well, they are, just get out of the body and go... wherever. What are you, bored of being a goddam teleporting shapeshifting demi-g-d walking amongst the human pop? I don't know. This isn't me, here.
I am tired of walking amongst a field of dorks that doesn't see what is coming, tho. Like, for example, since Christmas, I have been fully isolated. Because that's what someone is supposed to do, right? No, fuck no, because I have psychokinetic shielding and I have special clergical privileges and I wasn't mad at all... I had just had enough of being thought of as disposable. I took of my rings and threw them at her on the bed--she jumped up, grabbed the rings and threw them into the next room -past- me... oh, okay, well, I guess she was prepared. Was it a gag? Was she pissed at me about something? Oh, well, too bad she never taught me how to read her fucking mind in Astral or whatever the fuck she was doing when not grabbing other men's dicks attached to "but it was your head though," because that could have come in really handy when it came to not being driven into separate agonies by thuggy psyop teams, which I usually deal well with but when full on security-vulnerabilities are revealed that are so brazen in their scope, that the little matter of "you left to early and you didn't tell me you were taking a symbiant and you were raped and strangled and murdered while carrying a passenger and I'm sure that was a fun time, and did lead to a successful recovery, and I don't mention this part often, do I? No, I don't. And, would you like to know why?
Because it really was my fault. And I had no idea that anyone would be so stupid as to tell me to give them a ride, because no money, then to suddenly generate money, and then to be in a panic to leave early, and to have no ability to explain why... oh, well, whatever it is, it's possible that this whole "unconditional love thing" works. Clearly I am not thought of without conditions. So, what was I here for? Help with sons. Does that include the one I didn't know about until I got a download later? Because I did not understand what I was supposed to do while she was obviously doing something stupid that she was gonna regret.
For example: at somepoint, everything happening was being done in order to "make me jealous." And that point was passed pretty fucking far back in the past. Oh, you were conceived here, and the you lived six years there, and that's special, and you're a clone and don't realize it, huh? Or you just want to remind me of how everything in life that existed, people lined up to give them to a legit Royal Princess, she didn't mention it, but that's not necessary, and maybe she wasn't? Like seriously. They were all douchebags but for her, and she had no idea how privileged in life she was.
And I was supposed to take substantial chunks of the only money that I was ever going to see coming from my parents.. .and and shower her ungrateful family with it. Seriously. Like they were helping me. Noooo... she wanted the help with her "boys." No, don't help the girls, Jack. You're not qualified. It was literally the most insulting thing I had ever seen.
And, whose idea was this? I don't know, but... let me guess. They had Googled me. Shocking, I know, but I've seen this kind of thing before. I AM FUNCTIONALLY ILLITERATE AND YET I MUST INSTANTLY BELIEVE. There's a memory engram implant that does that kind of thing. How do I know about implants?
Well, it's like this, someone has to, and at first I couldn't figure out, okay, NO CONTACT EMERGENCY, but, like, no telepathy either? Why is everyone so mad that I figured out that, holy shit, they really had tried to trade me to the DEA in exchange for the sister? Like, I guess, sure... if I, like, was worth anything? But did these people in fact think that I was breaking any law? I guess so... because I suppose they thought I was vulnerable to a criminal investigation. Well, try this thought out for a spin: I take the minimal effort required to obey the law as best as I can, and I check in with Source as a joyous occasion. Or God. G-d. Some people are dicks. I'm Kuczifer. LIAR BLASPHEMER LIAR. Five bibles? Jesus, I'm glad I was prepared for that kind of thing, because that's the layer of encrypted bullshit, because these MK agents ... empathy is only present if some a suit in the chain remembers to add a dose of arrowroot.
I have seen why it was important to spam the forum with "IV" "METH" "JUNKY" "NEEDLES" as it simply wouldnt do if people were aware that I'm a close and careful research of just about anything, as why would I rush through figuring something out? "Honey, let's spin The Big Wheel RIGHT AWAY!" Oddly, this is rarely said about certain sex acts, and, here's why:
Once it was figured out how to, by demographic average, make male penis taste rather less than the absolute mean median of savory, barring sudden explosions of attractiveness, like when a man is clearly looking at her shoes and his absentmindedly stroking his wallet--oh, wait, maybe that would be repellent? Just fingering isn't really a sign of committal. Anyway, as far as I have noticed, there's not a whole lot of marketing done on substances that are not just aphrodisiacs, but specially, make a human female hunger for male cock.
Not being interested in this subject matter other than as biting social commentary and well-aimed skewering of totalitarian control and its need for totesecret shit, if there was a way to make most women find the notion unplesant ("What do you think I am? A whore?" /absent-mindedly stroking her husband's 401(k) with her own that she keeps under one acrylic nail... I wonder, is there anyone who really likes getting their acrylic nails done by someone who likes to do it more than someone who is doing it? Listen, it's just basic chemistry. Probably not a lot of money in it, but where there's a will, there's likely no discussion of fellatio coupled to it, not without reward or recompense or compensation or something.
I wonder, which is less appealing... being paid to suck someone off, or having someone spray a concoction made from --what else? puppy dog tails and cold, hard cash-- into your face. Why not both? Yes, why not indeed! Why not pay a woman to go shopping for you? Or, pay someone to drive 400 miles and into a brick wall gate near a prison, as I guess, they'd just put you right in, if you drove directly into a brick wall and you happened to have an ounce of pure viagra on you, they probably wouldn't be that big a deal, as how hazardous could a substance that makes cocks hard be to have lying around? Cocks get hard. That's what they do. Until they don't. And then, you yell at that non-functioning organ and... well, maybe just shoot this one in the face with a plate of spaghetti, obviously with meatballs, come on, this is literature, this commentary here!
I remember being asked to demonstrate my ability to produce the experience of oral pleasure. I guess I did okay? Great enough that there was no attempt to give any direction. And the other way around, I explained, oh, what need for that could there possibly be? I protested hardly any more vigorously than that, and she thought it over briefly and totesagreed, and that was my test, and that was not the only test for lesbos I have been given, but it was certainly the easiest.
Once seen, the lack of desire is not easy to forget, although there's not much need, unless a person is really fixated on... you know, whatevah.
AND ALL OF THIS IS BASIC CHEMISTRY, COURTESY OF THE U.S. uh... NAVY. SURE. WHY NOT. ANYWAY. THEY GOT LITTLE BITTY DOSES OF "MEDICATION," WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A "DRUG"? THAT'S A DEROGATORY TERM, A NEGATIVE ONE, A HOLD OVER FROM THE OPIUM WARS IN THE LATE 19TH CENTURY, AND THAT SHIT CAN SURE GET OUT OF HAND.
SPEAKING OF GETTING OUT OF HAND, AFTER I GOT OUT OF JAIL, I WAS TESTED TO SEE HOW SUSCEPTIBLE TO DRUG ADULTERATION I AM. WHEN THEY FIND OUT THAT I AM PLENTY SMART ENOUGH FOR THAT AND THERE WAS NO GUARATNEE I WASN'T CAPTAIN BUSTYOU FROM PLANET THUGGEE PRIME, THEY DIDN'T REALLY LIKE ME SO MUCH.
If it's too much effort to swindle a person into giving up their property, and it's far, far too much effort to just, like, suck their dick, it's probable that something could be done. Something that isn't too much effort, I guess? Like shooting them and not bothering to dig a grave, or telling someone to go get something they don't know anything about after being alone with their dying parents for years and never meeting many people who were easy to get along with even if I were sucking their dick.
What I'm trying to say is: the real reason I'm just sitting here with zero going on is that I have performed an end run around certain safeguards... like, I accept the doodler to show up and suddenly champion for Justice, "yeah but it's illegal" and "yeah, that's according to you," and it's come to the end of my tolerance: countries that are not present, actively engulfed in flames.
That Grapefruit is stuck with the bottom-run spook who thinks that I should have committed what would have been a crime for me at the time, as... I had no need or use for that much, and I didn't even know what the difference was, and now that I have learned, I am amazed. Couldn't tell me the most basic facts of the circumstance... but expected me to go out and get it for her, and snarled at me to shriek that I was "holding out" on her. It made zero sense. Especially after I saw her reluctantly reach into her bodice and reveal a 2nd stash... one that was significantly stronger. She clearly didn't want to share it with me... since I had been misinformed, and she had been misinformed, that I had I.V.ed crystal methamphetamine "lots" of tim
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October 27th, 1997. chop chop short round, I'll check telegram you check everywhere else, post it when you find it, and you will find it, and I swear I'm going to telegram right now mother fucker ;-)
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Allison tells me, “hey, you should get a restraining order against Anita, because she raped you!” and I look at her, and I don't say this exactly, but I think to myself, “how fucking much of a fucking pussy does she think I am that I couldn't handle it again? and if it happens again and I can't handle it well then obviously she didn't do it riteraperite right the first time and so the rite of a writ of an order of protection would not be necessary, and I'm a paladin in any case, I can protect myself, duh—” (Allison obviously not believing that I was a paladin at that point, duh, oh but she believed she was a mermaid, okay, she can be a mermaid, but I can't be a paladin? Or, rather, Dan Rather: I was not the Paladin? when I AM? fuckin' Whidbey Island Klu Klux Klan bitch-cunts are the worst bitch-cunts, I swear, FUCKING WHIDBEY ISLAND: NOT EVEN ONCE, AND IF YOU HAVE YOU MIGHT AS WELL SHOOT CRYSTAL METH, KID, YOU'VE EARNED IT) “— and: I HAVE DIVINE PROTECTION, a.k.a. “Shields”, and I got the old fashioned way, I built an analogue with similar-to better-than-Mother-SuperERROR-Eyeore’s, and then I got permission from the Divine to get; and to use the real thing; AND TO EWES AS WELL (so long as I use them well, and yeah, not only am I a legit bad ass, I'm a badass with emancipated rights to have 2Squaw&TOUSEbothAsEwes, (now I know that sounds like a mouthful of bullshit, but it is quite the high and rare accolade to be assigned/Assanged\earned, fucked, EARNED'N'OWNED'n earned... I haven't actually used that right yet, but I *do* actually have it, /GastonSwell) because I'm a total fuckin’ totesbadass Paladin, not just an orderstud medalstudded muffintaker w/o A. Studebaker, Wanker: A STUDY/HALL\BAKER background, and you may not know how rare that is but trust me, it's pretty rare to find one at my age; in such stellar condition; with a penis that still works; and isn't completely g★y, merely 100% devoted to pussytwat. I mean really I barely like my own penis enough to remember to masturbate daily, and I can't even remember the last time I asked for oral sex except the way I remember it, fuck you Groyperoot, lol, you know when it comes to oral I prefer eparrape, other way around though,” &, My my my, this is getting complicated isn't it? Yeah, this has been Jack★, the whole time, basically what I'm conveying by trying to say “sit on my face” without having to give explicit informed consent at the moment, is that, I thought it was a fucking joke for her to tell me that “(you) need (sic) to get a restraining order”, like, right away, too, lol, she said this with urgency, LOL, because if there was one thing this person would love to do anything less than call the police it would be give oral sex to a man without calling the police first, and I can provide blueprints and drawings IF necessary, but as it is not in the form of this text message, let's move on for now, okay? OKAY →[].) and as it's been as many years as it has been, then obviously she's not likely to do it again, and, *if* she did it again, it sure it wouldn't be rape, as, one can't rape the willing!”
wow, now that's what I call a salutation. holy fuck I got to post this because there's no possible way that the SMS is going to send this in toto, it'll truncate this short, sorry to blow his message link up, Girl Messi (your new moniker, Not_High_Malcolminthemiddle_Hi_Chewbacca: SUPREME) hey, by the way, good morning! I guess we're talking now.
and that's why I don't get restrain orders, because once you get one you've got one forever, and you never know, when one might have been wrong. besides, she was full of shit, she was just jelly, cuz she wanted to get raped all the rapes in the world were only hers and when she found out that I had been raped and I was like well it sucked blah blah she was envious because she wanted to feel that way about her rapes and she doesn't because she didn't fucking raped plenty times and I wanted to know what rape was like and she was disappointed to find out that you had been the one to teach me... first.
(She taught me everything else was to know about rape, though, that's for sure. there are so many more ways to rape a man that I had any idea of knowing! and, you know why? because men fucking deserve it, a lot more than women do. after all, mathematically speaking, Eve was the first rape victim so every single man starts at account of -1/minus(1)ONErape.
p.s.: I have that conversation with her a long time ago and that's basically going to figure out that she must have already known you because my whole intention was not to have sex with you Anita it was to have you and her be friends, but since she was so vociferously opposed to it without having met you and she came up with a bullshit reason for me to call the police and get a restraining order what the fuck is with this bitch she got a cop fetish I knew that she had already met you at some point and that's why I figured that she had to be in there, somewhere. (Hi. It me. I'm the Archangel here today, not thee, because you just have the suit, you weren't born that way, and even though I gave you the suit I don't remember the suits name so oh elita bell angel no, “I NEED A BELL ANGEL: YES, ANGELA, YES (*recorded sounds of horses fucking plays in background*)!”, no, KNOW: now I know that's not exactly it, might be a typo in there a few but you know what I mean that's a pretty cool name, looks good on you. I'm not here to take back the suit at all, feel free to keep it, don't bother showing it off to me, either, they lose potency when they're worn for dramatic boasting effect (Think: Gaston) and at the moment the person reading this text message is in a state of quantum superstition with a person who doesn't have the suit anymore (she got out of it, she was selling joyrides to seersucker demons in the third circle of hell when angelic cops caught up to her, and believe me she's embarrassed, but that's not You, that's (ewe/Ewe/Sheepish-Leigh-ish Mature-ish) Anita Leigh, and God damn I swear gosh and I really do need a Leigh to leave someone to come here now, now don't I? you know, I might have been in denial at some point. I'm going to have to think this one over.
and by thinking this one over, I mean I'm fucking posting this on The Web, The African Banana Spider Web Theweb, because obviously I can handle you, and just as obviously what's his nuts is still coming around he just won't say no and I don't want to banish him and I'm not going to call please because it's not the big deal that he stole my liquor but...
I am more than happy to “steal” His Licker, at the cost of a minor banishment, honestly isn't he guilty of theft of that from Andrew Parsely anyway? I'll have to ask you, when I see you, which I will, obviously, I don't have any miles away from Castle Rock you are but zip code 98611 is where I'm at and I'm fucking alone in a big house I got nothing to do and I can keep my hands off you I don't know are you homeless or are you like pretend to be married or some shit? “grapefruit B A baracus nunya” (her street cred rap battle name, you gotta admit that's legit, if not classy business classy, but yeah she thinks she's fooling people with her business attitude being “friendly.” (I don't want to name names here, but trust me that bitch is a fiend, and she always was, and she always will be, she's a great piece of work, a masterpiece in fact but Greatfiend and Grapefruit and Greatfruit AND, AS WELL, GRACEFRUIT LEA “HELL-OOO-*puke*-OOO-oooh! KITTY¡YTTIT!,”’°; at this point (nice Degree in Beaver and/or ice Cream, looks like somebody wents to phat college while I was going on fae-K-shun, huh? because that is the name of somebody I'm not going to name any further, just saying I asked and that's what I got, pretty impressive, hey do you come here often? or was it just the other house? and when I found you in the bed underneath the covers shivering & shaking, was that you pretending to be scared or were you actually scared? I could have lifted the blanket and saw you there but I didn't feel like unentanglin’ your Q- from ur Quont, A.Q.
You clearly don't know me, either.
Well that's largely not allowed to be confirmed or denied at this moment, given that it has to remain a little bit hazy as to whether or not I've seen you being properly, aligned, illuminated... and I want to say held to, bounded within, and this is good, I was going to go with grounded but you won't be at all... instead: turfed and turnfed. For you this is a strict upgrade, I don't know what you were right before, besides seemingly incapable of only spewing vile, petty insults until something got my attention for me to respond to a piece of; and perhaps then there would be some sort of picture, but this has got to be better than whatever came before. For as this is one to threeve more classifications of potence, presence, and something else I don't actually know, and I don't want to think it's another word that starts with p; at this point it's starting to get a little too happy. in fact I'm going to call some pussy, just to take the edge off
good clear signal to me from whatever Central Nexus serves your ship in a bottle or wherever your world is it's close to the multiverse to mine, May well have been recently the same one and then got split off after a nap, I had wondered where you were for a while because it wasn'tAnd now that you've been turfed you've got turf, so I'm going to say: kept in the limitation zone that you've chosen for your favorite loadout profile, which is not too rugged for rugby and you get to carry a gun or three and you'll win.
At rugby.
#MassiveChubby
Keep your house; I'll take the chicken coop.
#It’sAHoot
#ILike2Poop
#InTheChickenCoop
#You’llNeed2Scoop
#Let’sGoInLoops
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*hitches up overalls* okay, Hayseed Cowlhood Jr., let me see what you got. (I'm sorry your dad is around to see this, this is going to be a problem for some of you... but a really proud moment for him, that is to say her dad, Herbig Herdad, because after all, not only honoring his daughter, but I'm also honoring him because now he knows what it really looks like when I will refuse to take the trash out, right? I mean I am either referring to a man who is looking down from heaven or to a man who has seen surveillance photos from heaven and in either case, describes Herbig Herdad, WHO IS OF COURSE A VETERAN AND YOU WILL SHOW SOME GODDAMN RESPECT AS A COON SHOULD, AzzGab/AzzĒ-kūn\(co.za|co.zy|KUCZI-K.∅⁰∅)-ER (★BLEEP★)-ER, *hired*, there, now, you see that, do you fucking see that? don't you fucking dare say “I don't know,” or fuckin’, “IDK”, fuck you, Kid: fuckin’ ewe fuckin’ splittin’ sides, both insides and FROM THE OUTSIDES OF THEIR OWN GODDAM SIDES WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY SHEARING THEIR OWN WOOL from ORBIT (although not from the insides, that would be cool, but that's a different racial perk) can fucking see that fucking shit, don't make me grab you by the scruff of the neck, and shove your nose into it, Buddé, and I'm talking about her freshly hired ass, not her mule, no, KNOW: I did not hire her mule NOR DID I HIRE HER ASS AS NEITHER CONVEYANCE, NOR WHORE (I can assure you, this level of detail and description of bobblehead border text is entirely called for and explicitly critical to have upfront and personal, in cases like this especially, where fucking everybody in the doghouse—even those dead-to-rights rites accomplices (my hand to God that word there might be (a couple of *sigh*/ACCOMPLIC{Y|I}/PSI\PSY), good length of service and a spectacular service record has given me the opportunity to learn how to speak this way, and believe me it's a lot harder than it looks and it doesn't nearly look as good as it acts, but it's not an act... IT WORKS. [BET\PAY]ME, PAL4Kuczifer, I'm not the best that ever will be but I am the best that's ever been, but I'll be the best it's ever been for a while because I am the first of my kind that has ever been able to do this... and even though I can't cook very well, I certainly can't fuck, so... I'd start being nicer to New Girl Jack Starcity Kittypause McSweetypantz if I were ever you, which I am not going to be, so I'm probably not wrong here, cuz I'm obviously not her—she's not a man baby, she's a child, and she's not even a child toddler—THAT'S A BABY GROGRU-HUMAN HYBRID-BRAND Yodamuffin. believe it. I know these things. and yeah, I did used to fuck her while she simply usefucked me, so what? That's still not nepotism, sometimes some survivors of childhood sexual abuse grow up to become addicted to fuckslaving themselves almost (but not quite) to death, (and you should show up and talk with respect, that woman may be a child, but she is a veteran child, of a veteran warrior, and I won't lie: if she asks me to beat the shit out of you in front of her so she can laugh and wank herself over it later, S. Biscuits, I fucking will; although if she really did want to go down that route, I would be better suited as an observer\TYbreak+HerKosher/& Bloodletter Pro Tempore, because I would rather be the one to make the sausage out of you, then be the one to feed you into the sausage machine and Baby — I am not the blood in the machine, I AM GOD'S MAN MACHINE THAT IS OF THE BLOOD OF THE MACHINIST’S MANBABYMAN, and I do it right, making blood sausage, that is Proper Rich-realistic/ritual.IS.TICK\/FORKnifeKIKE’SPOON’EdnELF.Mr.EdNE.L.F. blood sausage, and that is guaranteed, for one reason and one reason only: I wish my father make what he thought was proper blood sausage once, once, and I can tell he didn't know exactly what the fuck is doing or why he was doing it so I looked it up later and found out what the deal is, and no I'm not going to tell you, but yeah you can suck my children’s turkey’s ducksnake-like cock anyway, I don't know if I'd like that, but you can... WITH MY PERMISSION AT THE LEAST AND ONLY AT THE LEAST WITH MY SUBMISSION AND SUBMISSIONS TO EMISSIONS to e-MISSION, whew, that last one was hard to fit in there, I guess somebody around here has got a Rogaine fetish; which is cool, I guess... although I hesitate to wonder what the fuck that's like, department bringing the calculates long odds and shotgun mods is still reeling from the inclusion of myself to the shortlist of best men at soon-to-be-upcoming famous weddings List, and no I didn't know that was a thing either, scoot over Hayseed; let me help you hitch up those overalls for you, no I, KNOW: ewe wipe first, then D.E.W. me babies, then wipe Me & My Babies, which I know sounds overly complicated, but it's the way things are done, standards protocol, and it's actually for the sake of not scaring the babies, which is absolutely worth it, not just because of scared baby is a big pain in the ass, but if you're going to scare the babies (you rotten bastard, you would, wouldn't you? Don't use my mask, I'm only one baby away from Babies’ Most Wanted: Scared A Nice Baby To Mean Baby Status on The S. List; which I can assure you is strictly a matter of a clerical error only, as, Jackstar doesn't scare babies, BABIES SCARE JACKSTAR, RABBIT, RABBIS DON’T, & as I am not a rabbi nor a jewgew, it's just that I'm already at max level minus (-1/one), just think of it like I lost an imaginary barbet, because if one is going to scare a baby in the first place (this is actually done in some very advanced civilizations as part of their initiation culture, so don't you fucking judge those baby frighteners, as, as a D.O.M.B. & D.O.D. Diplomat (w/A. Diploma-on-the-side), I might actually have to cut a witch/bitch, LIKE ACTUAL, LEE, ACTUAL, so please, just don't purposely scare any babies, at least not in front of me or around me or on purpose (and especially not for any immoral porpoises; seems like they've taken the ocean to the sky these days, what with all of the fishy dolls with squishy fins on their swishy parachute-pants falling out of Heaven these days), although you could tell your stories about it if you want, I like those, telling stories that is, it's not like I have a fetish for stories about scaring babies *looks_nonchalant* honestly, whoever hurts such things, I mean babies, not things, of course A Baby is not A Thingy, #hayisthingie, I would hate to see myself misinterpreted here, as there are many such cases of that Happening—and yet only one Thingy, a fancy one at bat at that, and whether they're mean or not, I've got enough to do, as it is, without having to rectify any stories that are being spread about me and babies, and things, and, Wye, I don't want to have anything to do with them, honestly... you have turned my congealed Heart of Hart to one Dosewhat of your Won melted Butter Whatwith these glorious Doe’s battered vegetables *sigh*, I didn't recognize just what I was saying when I said it... yeah, they have The Fork AND they gave The Fork, AND: Fuck it. Your butter is MINED, and look, this is just part of the duty here, okay? I got to say, have I not eyes to see? It's not quite plainly apparent to all, is, on, E & MDMA & X & x & (X-dope) R NOT .DE SAM-e (look ma! I'm a chemist! No hands in Istanbul but just one in Constantinople, and oh yeah, I knew this day would come, I knew I would become a chemist someday, but I didn't want to do that too early, and I didn't, I'm a chemist right on time, as tonight I did for what is probably the last honest time in my entire honest life, fall helplessly and totally and honestly in love with someone, and sometimes why, I did fall in Loveswishy with your Saladsquishy, Wordsmithy—Wordy Smythe, oh G-d, yeah, yeah of the New Zealand Smythes, shrug, more on this later lad, der, durrrrr derpy derp-derp Jacoblater-laddermaker, Sir! SIR YESSIR!), you might as well just fucking wipe with a baby and save yourself a bundle year-over-year on both toilet paper and diapers, you savvy?) and the reason why I told you that she was my “fuckslave” at the fire pit, was simply this twofold: I didn't like talking to you much under the best of circumstances anyway (imagine this: not the smell, but the spitting, what the fuck was wrong with you people? oh, right, Teamlizard territorial-totes Spitpissing, and as your name is Biscuits, S. Biscuits, and you've clearly been here the whole fucking time and never said “Hello!” even once, YOU ARE HOLDING OWLS’ (BLANK) HOSTAGE, people like you absolutely disgust me, and that's why I just outed you in public and added you IN PUBLIC to the public enemy list—BOUNTIES A-WEIGH, A-WAY-GO BOUNTY—FULLY FREE LEELOO, JUSTICE4STONY\eYe/EYorE, and wow, wow do I ever now, wow, know how David felt, wow, that one time, he was threatening murder—DID DARK DARI D. QUEEN OF THE DAIRY, SELL MY-T-FYNE INTO GODDAM INDENTURED TOTESTWAT ABJECT SLAVERY & SERVITUDE? Say it ain't so, Joe, *sniffle*, well, so much for that conversation, luckily there's a frog outside, it's probably (Her Frog’s Kat/Is This Your Cat?) TARGET L.ID S.CONFIRMED PEE(5), standing by for dispatch, hang on I got to go around the house to open the other door because I'm here alone in a house made for a minimum of three people and I'm here with a broken half-hand, numbskulls, thanks you guys are really totally doing what you're doing, aren't you, Gap Sewergab? (hello? hello, I got to open this door, greetings! ¡keep that distance! thank you, yeah! we don't want any trouble (#Official: CONTACT INITIATED) given that, you know, if you're holding a hostage —“If?”— I can see why, and A, and T/Knot_T\Knotty/&∅Y+‡¥; (omfg those boots *swoon* pussy, Maj. Dames just showed up and told ME not to stop it and to tell YOU EWE, Ü: DO NOT GO ANYWHERE NEAR THERE, UNDER PAIN OF NOVA, NO MICRO THIS TIME, IT WOULD BE MAJOR BIG MAJOR BADA NOVA ALDO BOOM STAR JACK STAR NO MORE: all nova, a-lil-bit-nova, but no more Pacifst Mikey, just Money & Monkey Mikey Monk Fists, Morn. Yeah, not just pretty, fuckin' warface pretty, *happysigh*), the kind of gorgeous it makes a man forget all about the parentheses he just left and don't worry about closing them over again.
yeah, fucker, I'm in love, sue me fucker, Sumij Samji Sammy—no not fucking her, no plans to be going to "go fuck" her (Jackstar knows only love, truly, but Jackstar does love to fuck★JACK★), the only Samantha that I would ever yearn to fuck, and, here's why,y would be the one that I worked at Tony R.'s with, but better butter batter, and y-k-not-K-the one that I saw was Quite Impressed at Court yesterday... those are both gorgeous, but oh my God but, that's not what I am talking about here, you dig? Y? (Alley Frog, meet Alley Cat, would both of you mind if you could just stop this kind of shit for a while? Seriously, let me rescue One, at least once in awhile, okay? (and were I were able to only get one (1) Princess with a !rescue_me¡ fetish, well, why not, make it this one:
honey mead
honey white
honey angel
Yon Yew Ang Lee/Leigh\Ley
Angellie War-E or Bean-E
and, least of all, last, yeah,
YET, AND STILL YET:
(PROT:TBD/T1TGA√GJ(YN?)==YES!) but,
we would still have to decide on whether or not or even if the hyphenate, together, to get her together together.
NOW, HEAR THIS: I didn't feel like talking to you anyway, you ignorant Fed fuck, not because I don't like Feds, but because you were obviously (AND STILL ARE *pipe→break, Period Pirate* PEOPLE LIKE YOU DISGUST ME, see above, although I honestly forget as in regards to what, I'm so revolted by your whole existence and its present presence in it, Katty Fuck & Cuck Shack Snack, dude fuck you what business was it of yours at that time to make it your business at all, let alone come back and make it mine now? explain it to my hands well I remember somebody's knuckle driving into my mons pubis, ugh just ugh. Loser) and it seemed like, that, in addition to being as blatantly as it were possible to be overt and intentionally, as well as malicious to me in that exact circumstance so to be as openly rude as possible, (without necessarily triggering an automatic beat down, you dopehead junky shitfucker, was to find out just how fast it would fucking take you to fucking let that fucking story spread, you fucking asshole shitfest dickstick gearhead loser—you should get a real flippest test, since you're such a specialist-needs khemicalist-kook (go teach someone else, teach them how to GO WAY AWAY, GO, (lol, like my neighbor felt, I must feel now, and while Shane's vanity May well have been in vain, don't make me stay here that long to find out you won't go, just try and kill me now, Battle-uh Ninjazilla-uh, Punyg–d-eh, and tell them to take themselves with you), and it sure didn't take very fucking long, now did it? and it sure didn't fucking take long for her feelings to get hurt did it? and I sure had to explain to her the real deal didn't i? and it has taken this long, this many years, to come back from that experience, now hasn't it? (Worth it tho -Ed.) I'm pretty sure you've come back now, haven't you? Because, You're the Yodamuffinclick, Yodaclique Supreme) that don't even have dogs or even shoes on their feet, although may or may not have moccasins made of dog-fed dogskin & has got Got-damn trigger words like fucking Hamburger Hill on babyclaymore bitchsteroids, BISH YOU WISH NO U CLICK NO U) I didn't hire him, you will, I'm talking about her freshly hired ass that sits in the freshly hired chair; & that's how 1you does a goddam hiring, that's how you put someone on an A-Team, you don't have to fucking ask permission to talk to her, and then you go fucking do it in the back room and then say oh you're a team and get all these fucking messages and then fucking tell me that you fucking kick me off the team and hang up on me and fucking turn off my fucking call forwarding like I'm some kind of a goddam automatic asparagus bürster-würster, I mean like, fuckin'-A, fuckhead, fuck.
She really is that good, both she and her cute kewt Q-pair. star gap, I bid you welcome her, she of the line of Diana, Supreme Goddess Hunterlord, LORD OF THE-ALL-Y (CLASSIFIED) HUNT(5)S, HAIL¡ HA¡L! HELL!
She has no fury like a woman scorned, for as has been plainly shown to be, around here, She has not been scorned, and so would it be, neither shall she, shall She ever be (& also: Ginger Applejack would like to say & stay high, & also (ABUY) ABO-bo-y, and boy I want to say, even though there's girls here, ¡boy howdy! ¡landsakes! I swear by and to two (2) galoshes... & and as does She & Thee, so in fact: DO I.V. league, Bush league, & FUCKING MAJOR FUCKING LEAGUE 3: ¿TREE‽ ¿TREAT‽ ¿Y?¿y?¿Ze¿e?¿Ze‽
SO MOTE IT BE!
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WHEN Jackass WAKES UP AFTER HOBO FUCKS HIM IN HIS ASS
It's hard to feel sorry for me, isn't it? I mean, I was just asking for it.
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You mean, like, that time a couple 3 weeks ago when you conspired with your exes rapist, and used said insult against me, lied about it, turned around and screamed at me out of the blue - somehow making me feel as if it was all my fault - like a certifiably insane scumbag?
What is the question to me? Shields. I "conspired," did I? Sigh. I'll never get away with anything, not like those cool island kids.
Which... ex, and which rapist? You're probably wrong in any case. I just thought I would throw that out there given that I -think- I took care of this problem sometime in the last 10 months, and I was wondering if you had any meaningful criticisms about how I handled thing--especially once I figured out that a vadge with a badge had been added to the Edge Of Seventeen Maids rotation.
Let's try this: I don't conspire, nor do I collude, and I will talk to whomever I want, any time I want, for any reason I want, because I am a diplomat, and my comms are my my own area of concern, simply put. It's one of the reasons I became a diplomat. For the perks.
I get that you're used to bossing people around. I guess you can do it to just about anyone, but obedience is something I have to struggle at these days with you, considering where your instructions have lead.
And why my phone is giving me updates about Season 2 of "Gossip Girl," like, what? Gag me with it. Which reminds me, I should listen to your podcast, see how that's going.
I won't judge.
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I don't conspire, nor do I collude, and I will talk to whomever I want, any time I want, for any reason I want, because I am a diplomat, and my comms are my my own area of concern, simply put. It's one of the reasons I became a diplomat. For the perks.
Just because I pose questions as to why you talk to certain people, that doesn't mean I really care who you do or don't talk to. I'm aware you do whatever the fuck you like whenever you like, and that's your business. NOT MINE.
However, my opinion differs from yours in another area as well. I refuse to participate in your ridiculous role playing game, fantasy titles and dimestore dumb shit. Next you're gonna tell me your read palms.
YOU ARE NO DIPLOMAT. YOU ARE A SPINELESS, BACK-BITING, POLYANNA SNAKE WITH NO MORAL COMPASS.
You have no spine. Your spine does not comprise of bone. It is gelatinous matter.
I get that you're used to bossing people around. I guess you can do it to just about anyone, but obedience is something I have to struggle at these days with you, considering where your instructions have lead.
Patently untrue. You're describing your pushy nature, not mine. I don't tell anyone what to do, ever. I talk to my audience, who follow my work, and pay for my content. They are all listening and participating willingly. No one is being pushed around, domineered, or subjugated.
I participate in the listening of your podcast myself. You know this. I'm promoting you and your content by covering it. You clearly treat your fans like garbage: or is it only reserved for me?
This is podcasting. Not a legitimate threat against your life. I've got disclaimers prepared for future material. So relax, Jack. And where has your sense of humour gone, anyway?
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And where has your sense of humour gone, anyway?
Bobby, put your equipment in her mouth. Azzeræ + AZZERÆ + AZZERAE are not the same people either, you know it, you're covering for a rapist, you're basically scum, although, one of them is not a real rapist, one of them is married to SMM/KÆM & FRANKLY, QUITE, FRANKLY I DON'T MIND THAT BITCH GOT RAPED, but when it happened in Washington state it wasn't legal, doesn't matter they got married in Nevada or whatever, pretty sure that's the way it was. I'm sure you can figure out the rest from there, and your podcast still sucks.
(I was able to figure this out by talking to people who thought it was stupid who made fun of me and laughed about making rape jokes, which if you pay any attention at all will be something you remember from my very first post on Bellgab. by the way, she had you owe me money, I never got it, now I'm flat busted broke, until banks open after for the Holiday, you told me that you can only use PayPal and you're a fagot; which I totally believe.)
disclaimer: I believe every word of this is true. they swap identities more than a freshman swaps mononucleosis at pledge week. speaking of whores, still haven't heard from her in years and I think she's dead, and this asshole probably killed her along with some mind control slave. SO HELP ME GOD.
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and your podcast still sucks.
And your podcast still sucks more than mine sucks.
if you pay any attention at all
I don't, really.
something you remember from my very first post on Bellgab.
How arrogant do you have to be to expect someone to remember that kind of shit?
by the way, she had you owe me money, I never got it, now I'm flat busted broke, until banks open after for the Holiday
Maybe its time to get a job then.
you told me that you can only use PayPal
Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go enjoy my Christmas eve this time. Last year that albino ginger of yours totally ruined it for me.
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And your podcast still sucks more than mine sucks.
This is not me having any conversation.I don't, really.
This is (PROT) & (PROT) working together, hand in glove, MAN & SPOUSE (and after a year and a day of this bullshit plus what they had going on before, good luck getting them to testify against each other, Morons: THE COURT HAS BEEN PLAYED, obviously not by me but by (fuck) & (you), in an obvious (to me always, and now by you: The Reader) conspiratorial attempt to janrmrne up and frame me (if I came home with it, they were to arrest me IN FRONT OF (PROT-A1) & KATE & (PROT-A2), (lolu wish bish) if I didn't come home with it, they would have planted it if they could have known when I got home, and as I randomized my arrival time at home (FU LG, FUTOR U WROTE: N/A) the Final Option (INITIATE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE {ALLISONE FRANCESI SHAWKNEE}:KKKiiilllAll*.*) is not what they type into a cellphone, no really... I mean probably not, how would I know such a thing? oh really? okay just a coincidence] was the only gambit/ploy/move/countermove\maneuverleft available to The Conspirators (The Fake Mother + The Real Mother + The Fake Husband, at the absolute minimum; The Other Fake Spouse, CAROL ELISE PERRYMAN, is surely implicated, possibly “Laverne” as well, but “Shirley” ain't green🍏 and has a 💜 & an actual 💚, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) which I did not find myself unprepared for: LASAGNA) for buying an OUNCE of CRYSTALIZED METHANE GAS—which is a lot like CRYSTALIZED METHYLATED (Clas.)-AMPHETAMINE as, all of the above three substances are counted & considered —legally— as RULE-IDENTIFIED METHAMPHETAMINE, although they do have significant differences in their properties and are not really at all chemically similar, but junkies on the street don't know, that they just ask “got milk?”How arrogant do you have to be to expect someone to remember that kind of shit?
I didn't have to remember all that—I am an [CLASSIFIED] intelligence researcher and/or analyst on a mission from God; several of them actually, and I don't really like Sour “Hotlava” Lana — but I do respect her, and Her_Sister (NAME_WITHHELD_BY_REQUEST_OF_MISTER_PUTIN_VIA_TELEPATHY) too, Redacted. (You would be wise to do the same. Like, what is your fucking problem? This is a little bit more than just another fucking dossier that contains the phrase “penis envy” and “KUCZI RAPED ME,” which I am quite embarrassed to say, appears rather more often in the library of Congress global index then one would expect from a man who's never actually raped anybody — although, I am willing to learn. And that's [b]on record[/b].Maybe its time to get a job then.
I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, I think you can see that it's about fucking time that you stop fucking with my life, just fucking stop, ¿MURDERING! STOPS! WHEN‽ What, exactly, were you warning me about with... the video, that I supposedly don't want released? RELEASE IT. What's with “the stuff” that you're supposedly “going soft on me” about, is that more of your little tricks where you say somebody's name, and then say my name, and then say, “SAY MY NAME” & “thrown under the bus” and then talk about something else (something incriminating for your pig-dog with her 4 fucking Masters, and her actual pig-dog-(ghost/thief), CWC–who, by the way, is not real happy about being thrown out of the Thieves Guild, so I guess that's why you don't steal enchanted sapphires and expect to get away with it by offering some shitbag bribe, you idiot junkyfuckx), and edit it together with your fucking stupid music (royalty free? fat chance, -KGK) in the background... that you think is so fucking clever? And, you know, I guess it is pretty clever, but with all the kinds of fucking shit you have at your disposal that you're supposed to get up to, motherfucker, you pretty much fucked with the wrong dude on this one, Mrs. Kevin & Acey-Spacey Sorbet, and yeah of course I know your name(s) on this gig: I still have the invitation to your wedding that you sent me. (June 2015? July 2016? EWE tell ME. EWE tell US. That's right, you are talking in your sleep and you were talking sheep and now, you're just another fucking defendant. More on — obsessively, Moron — all that later. I'll bet you want me to email you when I post another debrief again, right? Go ahead and start obsessively refreshing your email, right away, do it while your data is still cheap, like your tradecraft is, you fucking dickbag of socks slimeball. YOU STOLE INFORMATION THAT WAS INTENDED FOR ME, AND YOU USED IT FOR YOUR OWN LARCENOUS PURPOSES, AND YOU WILL NOT PROFIT FROM THIS MENDACITY.
Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go enjoy my Christmas eve this time. Last year that albino ginger of yours totally ruined it for me.
I don't have an albino ginger, and I really never have... but, thanks for confirming something I suspected but didn't actually know until now. Dude, you should probably not work for The Company, because you fucked everything up for everybody except me, and as soon as I can talk to... [I]whomevah[/I], I'm sure all our remaining, lingering questions (that are linking questions, THERE WILL BE HOT LIGHTS, wear loose clothing; it's Summer there, right? It better be, because if it's not, you're going to fucking DIEGO GARCIA) can be cleared up in a Jerry. A jiffy. A jury... g-d dammit...
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Your podcast sucks more than my podcast sucks.
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I love it when The Plan makes pairs of q-entangled twins come together on separate ends of the universe during both breakfast and dinner AS WELL AS launches a new investigation going back to the beginning without me having to call the police—because... uh, FU? Call 911, actually dialing NINE ONE ONE that's... Bush League, you fuckin’ mook, that's kids’ stuff. That's for babies, actual babies dial 911, and retards and cheerleaders for retards and people who are trying to set people up, just like people who actually want an ounce of crystallized methane gas, like who the fuck would want that and then drive 400 miles for it, when she could, number one, make it easily (imagine the smell: just cow farts), and, number two, for That_Woman who called in the orders (I was present for both calls, OVERHEARD BUT NOT PARTICIPATING; that was the same person, “this is for you!“ & “I think he's trying to kill me!”) it's not illegal to do, unless it's part of a conspiracy to “manufacture and distribute methamphetamine” (which is a separate charge from possession) or “Obstruction Of Justice” (which is to impede or impair a duly authorized Officer Of The Law in performance of their duties, which that g*y wasn't doing, given that he told me while I drove him a total of 400 miles, that he wanted to a) initiate a sexual relationship with A.F. Shaw's sister, b) sell me an ounce of (CLASSIFIED: a_chemical_compound) for USD200, & c) let me know that USD50 was too low a price to pay; all of which seemed like remarkably odd information to give me while not having to shoot up any illicit substances intravenously, although he sure was tired after a while, lol, and I had been told already by my q-wife that he was into that kind of thing. Maybe that's why he was so chatty: he was just tired and didn't realize that he fell asleep while I was interrogating him... because after about mile 100 I realized that I was, and he had already moved on to planting seeds without realizing that... My Ground is NOT FERTILE; nor is it nor She for sale), nor any other of the vile charges and rumors of charges that have been flying about lately. (Allison, I think that's everything. Can I contact you now, or do you really have to wait for the judge to give you a permission slip? Because it's not just you that my phone is blocking, oh shit no, apparently none of your dumb-ass supersekritsuper superduperhusbands don't know how to hack a phone correctly to save their lives (H9I G7ISE Y8SI 7R 9LL F7KT, L8VE J9FD), and you're being used, and honestly, hopefully, as far as I know (I KNOW!) you're 2 (BOTH) dead, ALL HANDS DOWN WITH THE SHIP. (Sob. So S.O.B.) On the bright side, well, you did say you wanted to get help losing weight...
TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS, and fuck your little dog too; she's coming with Me. (i¡Woof!) Jobs, fuck you Steve? Can that be my job? (i¡Bark!) KNOW: no, no no. Just no. I'm not going to be a fucking gardener/fucking a gardiner named Todd\cutting a Bonsai deal, but if they're really both dead, I'll kill myself tonight, don't think I can't do it:
NEEDLES. *click*
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I don't have an albino ginger, and I really never have... but, thanks for confirming something I suspected but didn't actually know until now. Dude, you should probably not work for The Company, because you fucked everything up for everybody except me, and as soon as I can talk to... [I]whomevah[/I], I'm sure all our remaining, lingering questions (that are linking questions, THERE WILL BE HOT LIGHTS, wear loose clothing; it's Summer there, right? It better be, because if it's not, you're going to fucking DIEGO GARCIA) can be cleared up in a Jerry. A jiffy. A jury... g-d dammit...
(https://i.imgflip.com/75g5gn.jpg)
I love it when The Plan makes pairs of q-entangled twins come together on separate ends of the universe during both breakfast and dinner AS WELL AS launches a new investigation going back to the beginning without me having to call the police—because... uh, FU? Call 911, actually dialing NINE ONE ONE that's... Bush League, you fuckin’ mook, that's kids’ stuff. That's for babies, actual babies dial 911, and retards and cheerleaders for retards and people who are trying to set people up, just like people who actually want an ounce of crystallized methane gas, like who the fuck would want that and then drive 400 miles for it, when she could, number one, make it easily (imagine the smell: just cow farts), and, number two, for That_Woman who called in the orders (I was present for both calls, OVERHEARD BUT NOT PARTICIPATING; that was the same person, “this is for you!“ & “I think he's trying to kill me!”) it's not illegal to do, unless it's part of a conspiracy to “manufacture and distribute methamphetamine” (which is a separate charge from possession) or “Obstruction Of Justice” (which is to impede or impair a duly authorized Officer Of The Law in performance of their duties, which that g*y wasn't doing, given that he told me while I drove him a total of 400 miles, that he wanted to a) initiate a sexual relationship with A.F. Shaw's sister, b) sell me an ounce of (CLASSIFIED: a_chemical_compound) for USD200, & c) let me know that USD50 was too low a price to pay; all of which seemed like remarkably odd information to give me while not having to shoot up any illicit substances intravenously, although he sure was tired after a while, lol, and I had been told already by my q-wife that he was into that kind of thing. Maybe that's why he was so chatty: he was just tired and didn't realize that he fell asleep while I was interrogating him... because after about mile 100 I realized that I was, and he had already moved on to planting seeds without realizing that... My Ground is NOT FERTILE; nor is it nor She for sale), nor any other of the vile charges and rumors of charges that have been flying about lately. (Allison, I think that's everything. Can I contact you now, or do you really have to wait for the judge to give you a permission slip? Because it's not just you that my phone is blocking, oh shit no, apparently none of your dumb-ass supersekritsuper superduperhusbands don't know how to hack a phone correctly to save their lives (H9I G7ISE Y8SI 7R 9LL F7KT, L8VE J9FD), and you're being used, and honestly, hopefully, as far as I know (I KNOW!) you're 2 (BOTH) dead, ALL HANDS DOWN WITH THE SHIP. (Sob. So S.O.B.) On the bright side, well, you did say you wanted to get help losing weight...
TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS, and fuck your little dog too; she's coming with Me. (i¡Woof!) Jobs, fuck you Steve? Can that be my job? (i¡Bark!) KNOW: no, no no. Just no. I'm not going to be a fucking gardener/fucking a gardiner named Todd\cutting a Bonsai deal, but if they're really both dead, I'll kill myself tonight, don't think I can't do it:
NEEDLES. *click*
WE'RE 35 STANDING BY
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And your podcast still sucks more than mine sucks.
This is not me having any conversation.I don't, really.
This is (PROT) & (PROT) working together, hand in glove, MAN & SPOUSE (and after a year and a day of this bullshit plus what they had going on before, good luck getting them to testify against each other, Morons: THE COURT HAS BEEN PLAYED, obviously not by me but by (fuck) & (you), in an obvious (to me always, and now by you: The Reader) conspiratorial attempt to janrmrne up and frame me (if I came home with it, they were to arrest me IN FRONT OF (PROT-A1) & KATE & (PROT-A2), (lolu wish bish) if I didn't come home with it, they would have planted it if they could have known when I got home, and as I randomized my arrival time at home (FU LG, FUTOR U WROTE: N/A) the Final Option (INITIATE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE {ALLISONE FRANCESI SHAWKNEE}:KKKiiilllAll*.*) is not what they type into a cellphone, no really... I mean probably not, how would I know such a thing? oh really? okay just a coincidence] was the only gambit/ploy/move/countermove\maneuverleft available to The Conspirators (The Fake Mother + The Real Mother + The Fake Husband, at the absolute minimum; The Other Fake Spouse, CAROL ELISE PERRYMAN, is surely implicated, possibly “Laverne” as well, but “Shirley” ain't green🍏 and has a 💜 & an actual 💚, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) which I did not find myself unprepared for: LASAGNA) for buying an OUNCE of CRYSTALIZED METHANE GAS—which is a lot like CRYSTALIZED METHYLATED (Clas.)-AMPHETAMINE as, all of the above three substances are counted & considered —legally— as RULE-IDENTIFIED METHAMPHETAMINE, although they do have significant differences in their properties and are not really at all chemically similar, but junkies on the street don't know, that they just ask “got milk?”How arrogant do you have to be to expect someone to remember that kind of shit?
I didn't have to remember all that—I am an [CLASSIFIED] intelligence researcher and/or analyst on a mission from God; several of them actually, and I don't really like Sour “Hotlava” Lana — but I do respect her, and Her_Sister (NAME_WITHHELD_BY_REQUEST_OF_MISTER_PUTIN_VIA_TELEPATHY) too, Redacted. (You would be wise to do the same. Like, what is your fucking problem? This is a little bit more than just another fucking dossier that contains the phrase “penis envy” and “KUCZI RAPED ME,” which I am quite embarrassed to say, appears rather more often in the library of Congress global index then one would expect from a man who's never actually raped anybody — although, I am willing to learn. And that's [b]on record[/b].Maybe its time to get a job then.
I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, I think you can see that it's about fucking time that you stop fucking with my life, just fucking stop, ¿MURDERING! STOPS! WHEN‽ What, exactly, were you warning me about with... the video, that I supposedly don't want released? RELEASE IT. What's with “the stuff” that you're supposedly “going soft on me” about, is that more of your little tricks where you say somebody's name, and then say my name, and then say, “SAY MY NAME” & “thrown under the bus” and then talk about something else (something incriminating for your pig-dog with her 4 fucking Masters, and her actual pig-dog-(ghost/thief), CWC–who, by the way, is not real happy about being thrown out of the Thieves Guild, so I guess that's why you don't steal enchanted sapphires and expect to get away with it by offering some shitbag bribe, you idiot junkyfuckx), and edit it together with your fucking stupid music (royalty free? fat chance, -KGK) in the background... that you think is so fucking clever? And, you know, I guess it is pretty clever, but with all the kinds of fucking shit you have at your disposal that you're supposed to get up to, motherfucker, you pretty much fucked with the wrong dude on this one, Mrs. Kevin & Acey-Spacey Sorbet, and yeah of course I know your name(s) on this gig: I still have the invitation to your wedding that you sent me. (June 2015? July 2016? EWE tell ME. EWE tell US. That's right, you are talking in your sleep and you were talking sheep and now, you're just another fucking defendant. More on — obsessively, Moron — all that later. I'll bet you want me to email you when I post another debrief again, right? Go ahead and start obsessively refreshing your email, right away, do it while your data is still cheap, like your tradecraft is, you fucking dickbag of socks slimeball. YOU STOLE INFORMATION THAT WAS INTENDED FOR ME, AND YOU USED IT FOR YOUR OWN LARCENOUS PURPOSES, AND YOU WILL NOT PROFIT FROM THIS MENDACITY.
Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go enjoy my Christmas eve this time. Last year that albino ginger of yours totally ruined it for me.
I don't have an albino ginger, and I really never have... but, thanks for confirming something I suspected but didn't actually know until now. Dude, you should probably not work for The Company, because you fucked everything up for everybody except me, and as soon as I can talk to... [I]whomevah[/I], I'm sure all our remaining, lingering questions (that are linking questions, THERE WILL BE HOT LIGHTS, wear loose clothing; it's Summer there, right? It better be, because if it's not, you're going to fucking DIEGO GARCIA) can be cleared up in a Jerry. A jiffy. A jury... g-d dammit...
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Your podcast sucks more than my podcast sucks.
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I love it when The Plan makes pairs of q-entangled twins come together on separate ends of the universe during both breakfast and dinner AS WELL AS launches a new investigation going back to the beginning without me having to call the police—because... uh, FU? Call 911, actually dialing NINE ONE ONE that's... Bush League, you fuckin’ mook, that's kids’ stuff. That's for babies, actual babies dial 911, and retards and cheerleaders for retards and people who are trying to set people up, just like people who actually want an ounce of crystallized methane gas, like who the fuck would want that and then drive 400 miles for it, when she could, number one, make it easily (imagine the smell: just cow farts), and, number two, for That_Woman who called in the orders (I was present for both calls, OVERHEARD BUT NOT PARTICIPATING; that was the same person, “this is for you!“ & “I think he's trying to kill me!”) it's not illegal to do, unless it's part of a conspiracy to “manufacture and distribute methamphetamine” (which is a separate charge from possession) or “Obstruction Of Justice” (which is to impede or impair a duly authorized Officer Of The Law in performance of their duties, which that g*y wasn't doing, given that he told me while I drove him a total of 400 miles, that he wanted to a) initiate a sexual relationship with A.F. Shaw's sister, b) sell me an ounce of (CLASSIFIED: a_chemical_compound) for USD200, & c) let me know that USD50 was too low a price to pay; all of which seemed like remarkably odd information to give me while not having to shoot up any illicit substances intravenously, although he sure was tired after a while, lol, and I had been told already by my q-wife that he was into that kind of thing. Maybe that's why he was so chatty: he was just tired and didn't realize that he fell asleep while I was interrogating him... because after about mile 100 I realized that I was, and he had already moved on to planting seeds without realizing that... My Ground is NOT FERTILE; nor is it nor She for sale), nor any other of the vile charges and rumors of charges that have been flying about lately. (Allison, I think that's everything. Can I contact you now, or do you really have to wait for the judge to give you a permission slip? Because it's not just you that my phone is blocking, oh shit no, apparently none of your dumb-ass supersekritsuper superduperhusbands don't know how to hack a phone correctly to save their lives (H9I G7ISE Y8SI 7R 9LL F7KT, L8VE J9FD), and you're being used, and honestly, hopefully, as far as I know (I KNOW!) you're 2 (BOTH) dead, ALL HANDS DOWN WITH THE SHIP. (Sob. So S.O.B.) On the bright side, well, you did say you wanted to get help losing weight...
TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS, and fuck your little dog too; she's coming with Me. (i¡Woof!) Jobs, fuck you Steve? Can that be my job? (i¡Bark!) KNOW: no, no no. Just no. I'm not going to be a fucking gardener/fucking a gardiner named Todd\cutting a Bonsai deal, but if they're really both dead, I'll kill myself tonight, don't think I can't do it:
NEEDLES. *click*
WE'RE 35 STANDING BY
General Zod says he's busy and Alli’s Golem has a, shall we say, Conflict Of Interest.
“So I'll just be Dexter ‘Jack’ Starr,” a name that sounds nicely conspicuous for the word ( “Perfmrnfect Frmnmord”: Right?) I know, rite? I do! I DO EYE DEW & and I love -y, o u . on I lots of love, I don't believe there's anything on the side, but if you'd like a few more donuts fat ass you can go check *click*
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Stop spamming the forum with duplicate posts. This is your first warning. I've been patient enough.
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Stop spamming the forum with duplicate posts.
But they're all slightly different.
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This is your first warning. I've been patient enough.
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they're all slightly different.
Alright, fine.
Do you want an opportunity to clear your name publicly, on my podcast that you say sucks?
I've said my piece and it'd only be fair to let you say yours.
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YOU WILL BE EXONERATED AT TRIAL. THAT IS NOT ONLY MY PREDELECTION BUT ALSO MY PREDICTION.
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I've said my piece and it'd only be fair to let you say yours.
The U.S. Constitution allows me to say mine, and it further allows YouTube —under the Auspices of the Men In Black Compact Discs Every Fucking Gangsta Has In “Jackstar” Kuczi’s Large Motor (Not Ornithopter Prepared) Q—READ SIEGE, T. UNDERPANTS VICTORIA’W WYE revert YET ZETa-aAæZ
Do you want an opportunity to clear your name publicly, on my podcast that you say sucks?
NAME CLEARANCE? PRESENT YOUR CHARGES.
Alright, fine.
no, it's not fine, I'm listening to you right now on your little podcast on your little fucking whatever the fuck you call it I noticed that you say a whole bunch of things about me that aren't necessarily fair, for example you've said that I say a lot of things that are insane, you said that I said things about having a girlfriend that were true then there aren't true now and you're asking me rhetorically out loud about issues that don't deserve to be addressed in such a fashion you're asking about situations involving third parties who aren't even present (or even identified) and then posing unfair loaded rhetorical questions to me on your podcast that I'm answering to you now on your forum, this is not all right. This is not fine.
Right now I just said nothing of the kind and you just said that I said something that I don't believe and never said, prefacing it with the phrase, “you're the one who...”
You say, “nothing (You) say makes sense,” you say “it's difficult to ...” oh God you know what fuck it I think I made my point clear, it certainly obvious to me and now I hope to anybody else reads this that you're deliberately conflating language so as in order to confuse the issues that you're trying to confuse—and then in the same breath you literally accuse me of the same behavior in an accusatory tone because to do that in a way that is deceitful or mendastic or intentionally harmful to others for the pursuit of my own aggrandizement, you tell me that I'm addicted (is that your medical diagnosis, or your euphemism, shit-licker?) you tell me that I'm passionate about getting attention, you say that I'm like a moth drawn to flame and that is really not the case.
Half of the shit you say you would not say to me in public or in person unless you were separated by distance because at this point (specifically refer to the part of your little show where you say that you're “sick... and fucking tired”) I would literally grab you by the (CLASSIFIED) and (CLASSIFIED) it. D∅∅D: FUCK YOU DUDE, D∅∅D. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING BUDDY. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING PAL. YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY FUCKING FRIEND AT THIS POINT, BECAUSE I'M YOUR FRIEND BUT YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND, YOU ARE A WHINY, LYING LITTLE (PROF.). YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT... OR AT LEAST ONE OUT OF THE THREE OF YOU IS.
ONE O’HER THIS O,’FIR KAFES
IS NOT GIN O’RIF O’HER CAFES.
“I JUST FIND IT ODD.”
KNOW: YOU FIND IT A LOT MORE THAN THAT, BRIGHT-BOY.
YOU ARE ACCUSING ME OF COLLUSION WITH (JASON C. PROT) AS IF THAT WOULD BE №1) A WRONG THING TO DO (WHICH IF I WERE HIDING IT, I GUESS IT WOULD BE, BUT THERE'S NOTHING TO HIDE, SO THE IMPLICATION THAT THERE'S NOTHING THERE IS SOMETHING THAT IS BEING HIDDEN BY ME IS TEXTBOOK GASLIGHTING), №2) AS IF YOU HAVE ASKED ME IF I DID OR NOT WHICH YOU DIDN'T... EXCEPT I GUESS YOU JUST DID, COMPLETE WITH AN INDICATION THAT THERE'S ANY DIRTY LAUNDRY TO AIR AT ALL. I DON'T SEE ANY LAUNDRY HERE. IN FACT I DON'T SEE ANY LAUNDRY AT ALL.
“CAN YOU IMAGINE JACKSTAR'S DIET?” AND THEN YOU CLAIM THAT I WANTED “MY GIRLFRIEND” (WHO? WHO? NOT GRAPEFRUIT? IT'S FUNNY YOU NEVER SAY THE WORD “GRAPEFRUIT.” HOW ABOUT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF AND SAY IT A FEW TIMES THEN?) TO PUT COFFEE UP MY ASS AS ENEMA, WHICH IS SUPPOSEDLY DISGUSTING. (ACETAMINOPHEN AND PARACETAMOL “THIS STUFF WON'T EVEN GET YOU HIGH, MAN: HEY DON'T YOU HAVE SOME TRAMADOL?”) DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW STUPID WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS? (I KNOW (PROT) KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT DRUG(S) (PROT) LEFT HERE, AND WOW, DO YOU EVER TALK A LOT OF SHIT, ABOUT “BEEF” AND “SMOKE” AND “DOXXING.” A55HOLLISTER (1) LAIRD: FUCK YOU, AND YOUR 22 PAGES, AND YOUR THREADS ON OTHER BOARDS WHERE YOU TALK ABOUT ME AND THEN DELETE THEM LATER, FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS AND BACK AND FORTH AND FUCKING UPSIDE DOWN TOO, IF YOUR FUCKING SPHINCTER CAN FUCKING HANDLE IT, AND I FUCKING JUST FUCKING BET IT FUCKING JUST FUCKING CAN.) BECAUSE IT'S PATHETIC. WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS FISHING FOR INFORMATION AND IT IS FOUL PLAY.
YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL WHO PROMOTED WHAT YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT I PROMOTED —BECAUSE IT WAS YOU WORKING IN CONCERT WITH RICHARD DREYFUSS AND (PROT) AND (PROT) & (Clas.) DAVID (Clas.) (PROT). DO YOU MEAN TO IMPLY THAT THIS WAS THE ONE TIME ALL OF US ALL WORK TOGETHER AND I'M TOTALLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT AND WE'VE BEEN WORKING TOGETHER EVER SINCE OR WHAT OR WAS THAT THE LAST TIME WE WORKED TOGETHER OR WHAT? YOU ARE A TRAITOR TO YOUR LANGUAGE; TO YOUR RACE; TO YOUR SPECIES; TO YOUR ETHICS; TO YOUR GENOME; AND TO YOUR GOD.
GROW UP, G∅Y. A.WASHINGTON,G
NOW I'M SURE YOU'RE “ALLOWED” TO PULL THIS KIND OF PARLOR TRICK, BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW FULL WELL THAT IT DOESN'T WORK, ON ME ESPECIALLY, BUT IT DEFINITELY DOESN'T WORK AT THIS POINT, AT ALL, GIVEN THAT YOU'RE DOING IT INCORRECTLY/WRONG\INCAUTIOUSLY, AND YOU'RE DOING IT AGAINST ME, AND YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE. SHOW SOME CLASS. IF YOU HAVE ANY. IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING OTHER THAN AD HOMINEM TO OFFER? YOU WERE NOT DOING ME “A SOLID.” YOU ARE A SEXIST EGOTISTICAL LYING HYPOCRITICAL BIGOT—AND YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY A FED.
FUCK YOU, M.O.S.S.A.D. JOB SO SLOPPY, FOR ALL TO SEE. AND YOUR IR IS A DICK. MY IR IS A 19YO GIRL. THAT'S ON RECORD. AND YOU ACTUALLY PAY THIS G*Y? NO WONDER YOU PEOPLE WALKED INTO OVENS. SAD? NO, ACTUALLY TRAGICK.
I ALSO DON'T NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR “GORGEOUS GIRLFRIEND” ALL THE FUCKING TIME. IT'S INSANELY DISRESPECTFUL BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. (I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO CONGRATULATE THE LUCKY LADY, SO WHEN I TALK TO PEOPLE AND I PROFESS IGNORANCE AS TO THE RELATIONSHIP STATUS THAT YOU SEEM TO HAVE, IT MAKES THEM FEEL BAD, AND THAT LOOKS BAD ON YOU, BECAUSE YOU'RE USING THEM AS OBJECTS. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS, THE OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO, THAT'S WHAT THAT IS, MORON.) LITERALLY YOU COULD BE REFERRED TO THREE PEOPLE, AND THAT'S IF YOU'RE JUST ONE PERSON, BUT I HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT YOU RELEASE THREE PEOPLE OVER THERE MIXING AND MATCHING YOUR AUDIO AND LAYERING IT TOGETHER SO THAT IT CONFUSES PEOPLE; PEOPLE WHO CAN'T LISTEN, ANYWAY. WHO I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELL ME THAT I NEED A PSYCHIATRIST AND I NEED HELP BECAUSE YOU THINK I'M INSANE BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, MAYBE THE FACT THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT IS INDICATIVE OF SOMETHING ELSE. AND YOU ARE NOT IN A POSITION TO TELL ME WHAT POSITION I AM IN.
I AM FREE MAN AND YOU ARE AN OWNED PUSSYFAGHOT NAGAYWITCH MOUTHYWHORE. I HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW, VOCIFEROUSLY CLAIMING THAT I AND SOMEBODY ELSE ARE DOING SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T LIKE, AND YOU'RE CONDEMNING IT AND LUMPING ME IN WITH SOMEBODY, AS YOU HAVE, YOU HAVE, DONE MANY TIMES BEFORE.
FUCK YOU CHARLIE.
THIS SHIT IS ACTIONABLE.
DO YOU KNOW THAT?
OR DO YOU KNOW THAT... NOT AT ALL UNTIL NOW?
IN EITHER CASE—
ACTION WILL BE TAKEN.
ADDITIONALLY, WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU'RE THINKING IS GOING LIVE 15 HOURS A DAY WELL THEY'RE NOT FUCKING DOING THAT NOW BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HIGH-SPEED DATA, SO THAT WOULD LOOK PRETTY BAD TO SOMEBODY WHO WAS TRYING TO RIDE MY LIGHTENING HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS, N’EST-CE PAS? ADDITIONALLY I'M NOT AWARE OF THESE FUCKING 15-HOUR LIVE STREAMS SO WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY? HUH, AND IF YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT THEM ON YOUR PODCAST AND YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME ABOUT THEM PRIVATELY—OR IN FACT, AT ALL. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKING DOING HARLEY/IE-C\(PROT-A,C,b,D,d)?
NOW YOU'RE LITERALLY USING COINTELPRO “CONSPIRACY THEORIST” BUZZWORDS TO SLANDER MY NAME. THEN YOU'RE LAUGHING AT ME (THERE'S YOUR DUPERS DELIGHT), AND THEN YOU CLAIM THAT I DON'T LIKE THAT YOU “FIGURED OUT MY GAME” (HERE'S A HINT: YOU HAVE NOT), AND THEN YOU CALL ME A FAGGOT. BUT YOU, “DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT I THINK.”
SURE THING, FUCKWIT. “I DON'T HAVE PAYPAL,” “I DON'T HAVE CASHAPP,” YOU ARE SO BAD AT ENTANGLING THINGS AT THE QUANTUM LEVEL THAT WHAT YOU'RE DOING SHOULD BE A CRIME—AND IN FACT IT IS, IT ACTUALLY IS.
AND IN SPITE OF YOUR CONSTANT CLAIMS THAT I WANT TO CALL THE POLICE, I DON'T DO THAT, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO BECAUSE YOU'RE AN ARROGANT PUSSY WITCH. FUCK YOU.
I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
AND YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR HANDLER TO LET HER GO, GINHER NIGJGA, BECAUSE THIS SHIT SIMPLY WILL NOT FLY, THIS TRUCK WILL NOT HUNT, AND THERE ARE MULTIPLE RUBINIS.
AND THEY COULD RAPE THE BOTH OF YOU, ALL DAY, EVERY MEMBER OF THE FAMILY, ALL FOR ONE AND 1 4 ALL I CAⁿ,’;,R⁰E —WHICH WOULD BE AT LEAST 12 RAPES; I GUESS? SHRUG.¯\_(ツ)_/¯
TRY DOING YOUR LITTLE SHOW WITHOUT ALL THE HEARSAY, AD HOMINEM, AND HOMOEROTIC SUBTEXT. YOU MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING WORTH PUTTING YOUR NAME ON THEN. AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE MY FRIEND, WHAT'S IMPORTANT HERE IS THAT I AM YOURS... IT IS WHY YOU ARE STILL FUCKING AND BREATHING.
YOU MIGHT BE DOING THE SAME THING THAT OTHER PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD ARE DOING, BUT I HAVE NOT TALKED TO THOSE PEOPLE, AND GRAPEFRUIT HAD NOT TALKED TO THOSE PEOPLE WHEN,SHE AND I TALKED TO YOU — AND THAT WAS FUCKING 2 YEARS AGO YOU PUSSY FAGOT WITCH BOOR. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM ABOUT. YOU THINK YOU KNOW, BUT YOU DO NOT. AND I TALK TO YOU BECAUSE SHE ENCOURAGED ME TO DO SO AND YOUR REWARD FOR THAT HAS BEEN WHAT IT HAS BEEN. DO NOT TELL ME WHAT I SAID. YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WANT TO HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, AND THEN I TALK, WHEN I FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT, AND THEN YOU FUCKING LISTEN. THAT'S THE FUCKING DEAL.
(BY THE WAY, THIS IS THE FIRST I HEARD ABOUT YOU BEING ARRESTED FOR ANY KIND OF NARCOTICS CHARGE. WOW. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN? WOW. IS THERE VIDEO? HANG ON, I'LL GET POPCORN. DIS GONNA BE GUD.
I DON'T COLLECT ANYBODY'S PERSONAL INFORMATION ASSHOLE, I LISTEN TO PEOPLE. I HEAR WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY. I DO NOT “COLLECT” WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY.
THIS APPEARS TO BE WHAT YOU DO, AND WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU DO, YOU DO IT POORLY; BECAUSE WHILE DOING IT, YOU OPENLY, FREELY, AND INCESSANTLY LIE. YOU LIE. YOU LIE LIKE A RUG. YOU LIE LIKE A CUR. YOU ARE A CUR. YOU ARE NOT A DOG. YOU ARE AN ACTUAL (C/K)UR, AND A LYING BASTARD ONE AT THAT. YOU DELIBERATELY USE FALSE STATEMENTS IN THE PURSUIT OF YOUR GOALS, WHICH ARE ANYTHING BUT GETTING TO THE TRUTH, BECAUSE THE TRUTH IS: YOU ARE A STONE COLD MOTHER FUCKING IDIOT.)
I AM NOT SORRY THAT YOU CANNOT READ MY “WALLS OF TEXT” IN A WAY THAT PLEASES YOU. THAT IS NOT WHY THEY'RE SO LARGE, BUT IF YOU LIKE, I COULD DO THE EXACT SAME THING THAT YOU DON'T LIKE, AND MAKE IT SMALLER SO YOU'LL HAVE TO FIND SOME OTHER REASON TO COMPLAIN, WHICH YOU HAVE DONE SO BY CLAIMING THAT, “SOME OF THE THINGS YOU SAY ARE INSANE,“ OR “DON'T MAKE SENSE”, AND THAT YOU'RE “SICK AND TIRED” OF IT. WELL, TOO FUCKING BAD, MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T TAKE SO MANY FUCKING DRUGS THEN, AND YOU SHOULD WORK MORE ON YOUR LITERACY SKILLS, DUMBKOPF.
LEGAL IN TEXAS. SIE MU. *forced to click*
P.S.: JASON CALLAN, THANK YOU FOR EXPOSING THE SECURITY FLAW TO ME. I HAVE COURSE NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS IMAGINED THAT TYE_JUAN ACTUALLY WAS USING THE PSEUDONYM “ALL_IS_STAIRS” AS A FULL LEGAL NAME, BUT I FORGOT: WE'RE TALKING ABOUT A CHEERLEADER WITH A DICK HERE. THERE'S JUST PRACTICALLY NOTHING THAT (S|HE¡T) ISN'T CAPABLE OF.
P.P.S.: YOU ARE ACTUALLY ALL COPS HERE NOW, YOU ACTUALLY ARE, YOU KNOW? AND PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW IT.
P.P.P.S.: CONFIRMED, COPS ARE STUPIDER THAN PEDOS. AND THAT'S PRETTY DUMB. GROSS.
YOU WILL BE EXONERATED AT TRIAL. THAT IS NOT ONLY MY PREDELECTION BUT ALSO MY PREDICTION.
GEE, THANKS.
GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE.
GOOGLE ACCOUNT “DELETED.” HEY SHITHEAD SOMEBODY'S TRYING TO KIDNAP PEOPLE AND BLAME IT ON ME, SO I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'VE GOT A BIG FUCKING PROBLEM SINCE YOU'VE JUST PROVED THAT YOU ARE COLLUDING WITH SUCH PEOPLE.
SEMPER FIDELIS
TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS
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Laser
Lazarus
timebandit
Wrathwham
Of the 3 above that aren't you... who is least likely to be amenable to palaver? Because I'm about to start making things happen, and I would hate for anyone to be missing or left out.
I have already had problems in this area and steps have been considered... and will be taken. Now, personally, I would rather go the easy route (taxes paid, Jackstar laid, and rapist pimps imprisoned), but evidentially pimps do not actually tend to walk into jail themselves. Also, as there are a great many jurisdictions on the planet where pimpin' 'n' rapin' are not only tolerated, they are celebrated--according to local morays and folkways, I guess; I didn't grow up in such places--and I would hate to deprive some of what may perhaps be muchly-sought-after talent.
Now, I don't expect anything useful out of you in a timely fashion, as I have learned that you are nothing if not a holdout, recalcitrant, mewling lapdog lackey, and showing any overt, public signs of allegiacne to any of the ideals I hold dear are... problematic.
However, without high-speed data, writing posts to someone while reading their minds for them is one of my only, strictly speaking, straight-up advantages I have over the rest of your hoodlums and your ilk. You run with a shit crowd, you know that?
Salut.
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I have already had problems in this area and steps have been considered... and will be taken.
Jesus, who wants their two dollars this much? It's INSANE.
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Laser
Lazarus
timebandit
Wrathwham
Of the 3 above that aren't you... who is least likely to be amenable to palaver? Because I'm about to start making things happen, and I would hate for anyone to be missing or left out.
I have already had problems in this area and steps have been considered... and will be taken. Now, personally, I would rather go the easy route (taxes paid, Jackstar laid, and rapist pimps imprisoned), but evidentially pimps do not actually tend to walk into jail themselves. Also, as there are a great many jurisdictions on the planet where pimpin' 'n' rapin' are not only tolerated, they are celebrated--according to local morays and folkways, I guess; I didn't grow up in such places--and I would hate to deprive some of what may perhaps be muchly-sought-after talent.
Now, I don't expect anything useful out of you in a timely fashion, as I have learned that you are nothing if not a holdout, recalcitrant, mewling lapdog lackey, and showing any overt, public signs of allegiacne to any of the ideals I hold dear are... problematic.
However, without high-speed data, writing posts to someone while reading their minds for them is one of my only, strictly speaking, straight-up advantages I have over the rest of your hoodlums and your ilk. You run with a shit crowd, you know that?
Salut.
That would be Wrathwham without a doubt. He has the personality of a local moray and the same killer smile.
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That would be Wrathwham without a doubt.
Perhaps; but that person in their deus-2x-tangled state... they literally don't know what palaver means, and even if they did, they would reduce it to what they've reduced it to already, “some kind of sex thing.”
Like that would be automatically bad...
He has the personality of a local moray and the same killer smile.
... and for some people; it is.
Now, incoming here, is The Situation: I've been told to forget about things —“just stop thinking about it”— and to “not worry about what other people think.” Okay, well, №1} I'm not worrying, №2} don't fucking tell me what to do, after the goddam year I have just had, it's the last goddamn thing I need is somebody who thinks they know what's going on fucking telling me what I'm doing doesn't seem like the right thing to them, especially when it's probably not what seems like them it's important but it's what they're overlord has told them to tell me on the DL.
it's what I'm dealing with these days, people who have Overlords who tell them what to do in regards to me, who literally need to obey them because they have leverage and then I, being unleverigible, an understandably Hard Target given that I'm heavily guarded after recent events that have transpired... to some of the peoples of both the local and the global environment, I represent an existential threat. (Oopsy. Honestly I tried to stop them: “No! Not the briar patch! IT'S TOO SOON! TOO 💋 SOOOOON *dwindling scream* What do you mean we can't buy a bathtub?” And, scene.) now, far be it for me to tell an Überoverlord what to do, however it doesn't seem to stop other people from telling me what to do and turns out that I'm not all that much of an underling.
Or, A. 🇭🇺 Sz. Banned. (IDGAF about Bellgab blocking me, as they're over there talking... shit? crap? I guess, about me, well, sure, I'm not pretty, I AM GORGEOUS, and I can't even load the site without TOR and I can't use TOR with my current lack of high-speed data... and I don't even care, I'm not the one who built their identity around it — always having Ballgrab.
🎵I went back to Ohio
and my city was gone
there were rocks and birds
and trees and things and
ALL WERE ENSLAVED
IN SERVICE TO THE BEAM 🎶
I do hate to see it. *sniffle-boo snuffle-huffle*
I don't know who I pissed off more: the people who respect me now that they realize the truth, or the people who don't respect me now and knew the truth all along... I'm lucky to still be alive and I should shut the fuck up and count my blessings in peace and quiet. (While shit goes down in my name half a world away, yeah sure, fuck you Buddy Chet.) Whatever that might look like were it to ever be, opinions very widely, along with my reputation preceding me at even wider radiuses.
What does not get enough play of attention, it would seem, is the amount of stress I'm under dealing with the consequences for potential “failure” that I'm facing, that I have faced, and I'm going to continue to face at least until the 27th, when God only knows what is going to happen.
I had a woman that I barely know, who thinks she knows me (and doesn't), call me up the other night to sell me a raft of bullshit about how I needed to go outside and stay away from Bellgab and the people are crazy there and she couldn't be my friend anymore, but she just happened to have this raft, and bullshit is actually incredibly buoyant, under the right conditions with the right craftsmanship, and...
“You think we're friends now? I thought I was your assigned mark,” I believe I actually said this with these exact words, and I don't think that I meant it disparagingly, lots of people meet this way, especially in my life, lots of people have been told to do something to me and found it to not work out as they had imagined it would. See above, re: “Hard Target.”
The phone actually screeched. She wasn't happy with my joke. It was meant to distract her from her rehearsed patter, and it did. I've been down this road before.
It's gotten so I don't mind it, how fucking sad is that? more than words can convey. anyway long story short, I sent out this email last night and then I should have included that person and then some other people and then somebody else and then I didn't cuz I forgot and then I had that email but I didn't remember to use it and then, I didn't really care... I mean, I know I'm not going to prison: I do enough damage on the outside being innocent, I can't imagine how much damage I would do in there.
Once again: Hard Target. I got put in a cell with a Satanist last year on my third tour of the facility, it's really nice jail, and if I had been in the mood to have hot Satanick sex with a man who looked just like a young Jason Momoa, the Officers of The Law down here in This County were willing (and likely still are) and able to provide that for me, even without asking about my preference in hair and eye color.
The eyes would have turned pure jet black as he was possessed by a demonick Oversoul right before he assaulted and raped me, but that wouldn't have mattered much if I had entered into acquiescence in the first place. I did not.
Also: Shields. it's rather hard to say which of the defenses I have protecting me from that happening but let's just say I didn't have to fight him off, and I didn't anticipate remembering how it felt very often in the future as I do. it reminds me my mother who said that she got cruised by Ted Bundy ones at some bar in Seattle and she turned him down but some friend of hers went with him she said and then... oh G-d I so badly want to say, “and then she never saw her friend again,” but... she did.
Or at least that's what she told me, Mom might have lied a lot, so who knows. Cancers keep a lot of secrets. You know who doesn't? Me. Fuck secrets. “You better stay quiet — or else...!”
It's weird when it happens these days. The capacity of flunkies and toadies to convey threats is probably unchanged, but it sure doesn't look the way it used to before I figured out that I am more or less a Total Spiritual Badass, which is a thing that I've heard of, but I didn't really recognize it that would be my fate.
It's a burden, I won't lie. I feel so separate from the other humans, given that I've been put into a goddam pasture with a fucking lock on the door and a phone that's fucked up and only lets me talk to whoever gets through Übersecurity, and don't even get me started on the other three phones. I mean yes, it's probably a good idea. Since I still don't know what I'm not supposed to talk about.
Still being alive and not suicidal, I guess. I can see how that would be a distraction for some people. And that is just too fucking bad.
Meanwhile: back to palaver. Duty calls. But apparently some think differently. I shall disabuse them of this notion now.
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Meanwhile: back to palaver. Duty calls. But apparently some think differently. I shall disabuse them of this notion now.
message mn8156
This is all going to end in restarts. Severe restarts.
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[...] far be it for me to tell an Überoverlord what to do, however it doesn't seem to stop other people from telling me what to do and turns out that I'm not all that much of an underling.
Or, A. 🇭🇺 Sz. Banned. (IDGAF about Bellgab blocking me, as they're over there talking... shit? crap? I guess, about me, well, sure, I'm not pretty, I AM GORGEOUS, and I can't even load the site without TOR and I can't use TOR with my current lack of high-speed data... and I don't even care, I'm not the one who built their identity around it — always having Ballgrab.
🎵I went back to Ohio
and my city was gone
there were rocks and birds
and trees and things and
ALL WERE ENSLAVED
IN SERVICE TO THE BEAM 🎶
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I do hate to see it. *sniffle-boo snuffle-huffle*
I don't know who I pissed off more: the people who respect me now that they realize the truth, or the people who don't respect me now and knew the truth all along... I'm lucky to still be alive and I should shut the fuck up and count my blessings in peace and quiet. (While shit goes down in my name half a world away, yeah sure, fuck you Buddy Chet.) Whatever that might look like were it to ever be, opinions very widely, along with my reputation preceding me at even wider radiuses.
I had nothing to do with this. Somehow I assume people think I'm involved in this kind of horrorshow, given the variety of absurdities that I've been accused of over the last couple of years.
(it's possible my use of Twitter and divination over the last year, combined with absolutely no interest in pornography at all, along with my vociferously stated desire, relentlessly repeated, to see the whole of the DEA scalped, and their villages burned to the ground — because it's slimming — perhaps it's something to do with something? @Seamountmermaid, still not back yet. I want to see that account again now, that I know a little less about how to use Twitter than I do most things, instead of "not at all," which was odd I didn't think I would ever learn, no one ever taught me, so strange I guess there's lots of tricks to Twitter that some people know and other people don't.
What amazes me is that there are some people in the world who know to use Twitter and Discord, they possess this knowledge at the same time, I don't know how they make their way in the world with that much information in their head... doesn't it spill out onto their clothing? I guess maybe they have plenty of room.
Patently absurd.)
But nothing burns my ass more than a certain somebody trying to imply that I haven't been victimized for 25 years by a gang of thuggy bullies operating under false color of law that has been cyberstalking me and everyone I know, really l, using my identity and my life’s circumstances as a foundational basis as cover for their activities... quite without my knowledge and certainly without my consent.
What (you know!) happened to the cops (literally everyone I know IRL is badged, srsly, is that really true? YAS) who were thinking (deluding themselves) that they were going to be fucking me... at all, is partly the beginning of the end. I swear to the living Christ, if this fucking horseshit three-ring-circus carnival sideshow does not end for me next Tuesday, I'm actually going to be pretty relieved because I don't know what I would do with myself if I weren’t feeling constantly wallpapered over with false accusations and worried about who is going to go to fucking prison — like what good is that going to do me? And who am I supposed to talk to afterwards? Like what is it like to live a fucking normal life? I have no fucking idea; I never fucking had one.
Meanwhile the layered Lairdcast that paints me in the worst possible light I can imagine, it is horrific to listen to. (It's not traumatizing, it's just revolting.) I'm confident anybody who's ever met me knows that certain things are not exactly as true as they're being made to appear, but that's a fairly small number of people compared to the number of people that could possibly read that someday, or listen to that someday, or have to sit and wonder, “Hrrnmrn... I wonder what the truth is about this Michael Kuczi character.” Because everyone knows my fucking name.
I didn't choose that. What I did choose was to keep my name instead of to hide under a false identity. So to imagine that some twerp thinks that it is perfectly acceptable to imply that I'm asking for whatever I'm getting, and that I'm “doxing people” when I'm... not actually aware that people are that concerned about working in such secrecy and silence. Huh. And so "guessing someone's ID” and “calling somebody by their name in public,” naming somebody is doxing now, is it? It all seems fairly catastrophic, like a slow motion train wreck happening during the midst of an avalanche. And people were that fragile in the first place? Then why did they fucking tell me their name? Do I look like a good candidate to be one's Chamber Of Secrets Keeper? I may be an idiot, but I'm not all that useful... so far. Let's see what happens when I'm not lied to every fucking minute of every fucking day for five fucking years by a goddam lunatic with a fucking secret fucking badge.
Like, I thought his name was “Bryan” anyway. /totesshrug Am I really so naive that I expect to be told somebody's name and then told not to use it and then expect to believe that that's the real name anyway? I mean it's an obvious trigger word setup. since I'm not privy to back room dealings, while everyone imagines that I am since there's someone who runs around pretending to be me, well.
I don't know what the fucking problem is. I do know that the problem is not that I'm not getting laid. That's the actual solution, Lysistrata.
The Gwen Stacy effect is real. Do I want to be posting here like this, no, not really. Not at all.
But to see ones enemies driven before me and to hear the lamentation of their women... it's not what's best in my life, but... it ain't all bad. I mean as long as people aren't going to be talking to me anyway, they might as well flee in terror and keen with grief at least once in my life, I should have that experience.
Considering how often it's been done to me. I do not think I'll develop a taste for it. O shits I just looked again at my own works and realized: I have become,
Casper: The Friend Lee-Destroyer.
Now I'll never get him to fix my Samsung Infuse 4G.
And, to think this is all a big mustard standing anyway. Drat the luck!
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Perhaps; but that person in their deus-2x-tangled state... they literally don't know what palaver means, and even if they did, they would reduce it to what they've reduced it to already, “some kind of sex thing.”
Like that would be automatically bad...
... and for some people; it is.
Or, A. 🇭🇺 Sz. Banned. (IDGAF about Bellgab blocking me, as they're over there talking... shit? crap? I guess, about me, well, sure, I'm not pretty, I AM GORGEOUS, and I can't even load the site without TOR and I can't use TOR with my current lack of high-speed data... and I don't even care, I'm not the one who built their identity around it — always having Ballgrab.
I had a woman that I barely know, who thinks she knows me (and doesn't), call me up the other night to sell me a raft of bullshit about how I needed to go outside and stay away from Bellgab and the people are crazy there and she couldn't be my friend anymore, but she just happened to have this raft, and bullshit is actually incredibly buoyant, under the right conditions with the right craftsmanship, and...
Meanwhile: back to palaver. Duty calls. But apparently some think differently. I shall disabuse them of this notion now.
Palaver, you say ... "babble , balderdash, blather , chatter, empty words , foolishness , gab , idle chatter, idle talk, mere chatter, nonsense , prattle , twaddle , words ..."
No need to rub our noses in your penny-wise erudition. We can sense the rank smugness.
Now who would want to block you from Bellgab, and why? The same secret administrator who thew Rubini to the wolves a while ago, perhaps. Or the unknown power behind the scenes who dealt with ZaZa recently. He had his throat ripped out in short order. Bellgab is actually a saner place having the miscreants expelled. Still, there are ways of tunnelling your way back in, if you had a mind to. This is a such a comfortable cubbyhole for you. All the comforts and necessities of literary existence, without the blood and sacrifice.
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Palaver, you say ... "babble , balderdash, blather , chatter, empty words , foolishness , gab , idle chatter, idle talk, mere chatter, nonsense , prattle , twaddle , words ..."
No need to rub our noses in your penny-wise erudition. We can sense the rank smugness.
I went to jump Timelines and I got an error message: "You can't leave without your buddy Superfly," and I never had a buddy I could come anywhere with anyway. This war sucks. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to get their fingers involved in my kid gloves for kids who don't feel with their fingertips so good industry was possibly not aware that, as a member of a protected social status class, failing to consider future consequences before rewriting the past in the normal, due course of events when one has conquered the present is exactly the kind of boorish nonsense that I was built to watch over, standing off to the side, arms casually crossed in a relaxed, yet still guarded pose, which lends all the more weight to my relentlessly snide commentary and right-down-my-own-nose-in-spite-of-my-preferences-otherwise glare, which I am told, comes off as what I am told is perceived to be, and I quote: "Intimidating."
Oh. What's that like? Additionally, what is it like being hopelessly outclassed with your ass hanging out to twist in the wind while drying out? I don't remember it well myself, and I didn't have a smarmy, intimidating bastard like myself, willing to follow me around and make bold, declarative statements in public about anything at all, let alone, the whole rest of the story.
Developments in areas that were not expected to be relevant--like, at all, seriously \wut/ TF, counterpart: at least I am not bored, but this was not how I had intended to spend my end-of-year "relaxation time." I find myself being called up to responsible levels of duty, and, honestly, I'm hurt.
If I had known anyone was going to need me, I would have baked a cake with a nailfile in it. I also would have been more concerned at the disabling of the appliances in the house. I mean, I have an oven, but it cannot be controlled.
The control panel is on the fritz. This is a goddam crying shame. No oven, no cookies. No cookies, no... identifying the user across multiple websites that, by now, must be tracking -something.-
You would be astonished at how much I know now, simply by having not been afraid of accidentally calling the wrong phone number and encountering the wrong Targeted Individual. I didn't know what was happening the first time, but this latest series of events, wow, I can see it all happening first-hand.
For example: I'm not in any risk of smoking cigarettes again. Ugh, just ugh. Gross. I can't handle it, mostly, the way it makes my skin smell yucky. However, I do like the look on the faces of people when I ask them for cigarettes.
Speaking of which, someone asked me for one the other night. It was a big deal. He had a teardrop tattoo under his right eye, on the outside edge. Now, I would love to ask someone what that means, however... it's not important. We sniffed each other's tails and within moments, his Fealty had been secured.
I sent him on his way with a mild blessing. You hear that, Bright-Boys? I'm inches away from being your goddamed Pope now. I will, of course, decline the honor.
None of you know what is really going on. I know this, because I don't know what is going on, and the principals around here in my "neck of the woods" are up to their usual stupid goddam tricks. And yet: still no Whammies. It's gotten so I have forgotten what this is all about, honestly.
IT'S ABOUT THE FUTURE. And I will write to my mommy's lawyer, and I will call in to some media broadcast, and I won't really want to, right, you dig? Neverthless. It would appear that these are command performances, and so as much as there may be those with a preference otherwise to have the combined clout to keep me away... it doesn't look like it's gonna go down that way. Nope. I'm afraid not.
You are fucking stuck with me. *stamps* I don't like it, any better than you do. Just tell me what you need; we all want this to be over.
Like that goddam ferry ride with Wayne and (PROT). What a bunch of fucking bullshit that was. Sure, pretend you don't see me. How hard could that have been? And the whole arrangement at all, being sprung on me. Do you know how close I came to being trapped in Africa forever?
"NOT CLOSE ENOUGH, ASSHOLE!!!" I can hear you screaming from the cheap seats. You know, I honestly just don't fucking get it. How did I get signed up for this chickenshit outfit? I guess I lied to the wrong dame once.
I was totally looking at your legs. Sue me.
Now who would want to block you from Bellgab, and why?
I volunteered to be ostracized when I determined that it was time to yield the territory to Grapefruit. She thrives with an audience. I don't thrive at all--and it is not as though anyone there has any admiration nor valuation of my presence. I've learned to let people alone to go enjoy themselves, truly it helps everyone immensely to have a vacation from Jackstar.
Additionally, I received a telepathic message, from a source I will not explicitly identify, that pate was cruisin' for a bruisin'. I do not argue with such impulses. I do not have enough people issuing me requests at all anyway to be able to ignore the ones that do come through. And, why not slavishly obey my intution? It seems to have worked out for women, why not me? "Sourceror's Intuition." I got this far with it. Do I need to go further with Bellgab? I don't think so.
The same secret administrator who thew Rubini to the wolves a while ago, perhaps.
Which Rubini? Which wolves? Are there multiple secret admins? And is there any particular advantage gained by keeping myself in a state of totesignor?
Don't make me use my mystic powers of divination. You wouldn't like me when I use my mystic powers of divination. You don't like me in any case--I can sense your burning hatred, indeed, and I take no pleasure with it.
Or the unknown power behind the scenes who dealt with ZaZa recently. He had his throat ripped out in short order.
No comment.
Bellgab is actually a saner place having the miscreants expelled.
We all float down here.
Still, there are ways of tunnelling your way back in, if you had a mind to.
The primary concern is that I am ordered to disallow DIRECT CONTACT with Grapefruit, who is over on Bellgab, I can fucking see her there, duh. What am I going to do, go along with any pretense? I don't even have context.
It is very uncomfortable for me, and I cannot imagine how it makes someone else (someone who has a legitimate mental condition) feel, and so in an abundance of caution, removing myself from the joint in a public, yet mostly non-threatening way makes sense to someone who doesn't care to see that person suffer unnecessarily.
On top of that, I don't give a shit. I basically just don't want to go to custody, or, maybe I do? /shrug. I just spent a year sitting around getting shit on by these pigeons. What do I even have to say to any of you? "I told you so, I was right"?? That gets boring fast. I don't know why I have to say anything at all... oh, that's right, I remember now.
People were lied to.
This is a such a comfortable cubbyhole for you.
Compared to basically everyone else, squared? Yeah. It really is. I am so lucky that all this worked out this way, I had no idea that there was going to be a ranging gang of state-sponsored well-heeled spooky thugs coming to fuck with me and end my way of life as I knew it. I rather gather that some folk think I should be given the Karen Silkwood treatment, like the disgusting, rebellious, rabble-rousing recalcitrant reprobate that I obviously am.
All the comforts and necessities of literary existence,
You fail to understand the kind of comforts that I require in order to feel as though I even exist.
without the blood and sacrifice.
Come here and pull my goddam finger. Rawr.
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https://youtu.be/95LBMKOfWr4
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https://youtu.be/pVFoFU48Hr0
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https://youtu.be/pVFoFU48Hr0
Good news, everyone! I figured out stuff.
btw: I listened to the first half, and now I can't wait to hear the rest. Now, meanwhile, someone up there that is being triangulated, wants to to talk to me, and Thuggy Piggy #1 and Thuggy Piggy #2 are on Instagram, right now, using my phone to triangulate someone's position.
I guess it made sense not to tell me, because all of you together, know so much more than me, what is best for me, or, for anyone else? Here, let me give you a hand: YOU DON'T KNOW JACK OR SHIT ABOUT IT.
Telling me nothing while using my phone without telling me, for who knows what purpose, well.. gosh, it just looks pretty bad. For you.
Maybe you should talk to me about it, instead of playing dumb. How rude!
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Telling me nothing while using my phone without telling me, for who knows what purpose, well.. gosh, it just looks pretty bad. For you.
So, here's how it was: Negative-aligned ETs have been holding the children of corrupt human Law Enforcement Officers hostage. Like, they come down off their spaceships, right? And they go, "okay, Sherriff *hitches up spacesuit suspenders* do what we say, or, we're gonna kill your children." And because everyone on the planet is --or, was-- corrupt already, because commercial drug trafficking abuse, not drug abuse, mind you, but because the profits made in drug sales are so high, right? All the ETs had to do was drop off MEGAmeth (it's not bad, but, comes with a few cons and not many pros), wait for the new recipe to filter through the logistics chain, and the instant every single law enforcement professional became flagged as "corrupt," which happened as soon as the final round of paychecks were cashed, or... well, I don't know, I've never been a LEO, nor did I ever want to be, honestly.
Like, civil servants, are not meant to be abusing the power they've been given, they are meant to exercise their discretion and be judicious in the decisions they make as guardians of the public trust. As the system was built from the ground up, ages ago, by the likes of Hammurabi, Gilgamesh, Agamemnon, et cetera, all the systems of human-dispensed Justice and the enforcements thereof contain loopholes... by design.
It's all so those that have "special" knowledge can satisfy their "special" needs and evade punishments that would be levied harshly against the worker class, who of course are not really encouraged to rise above a certain level of power and authority. That's why, it's very difficult to overthrow and ensconced police officers. They really have no equal, unless you're a reasonably intelligent Paladin.
Speaking of "reasonably intelligent," I just took care of a problem we've been experiencing as a collective group. That problem being that, although I'm Paladining, some of you yon filthy reprobates do not "feel" protected. I guess you doubt my power as your mascot?
Well. Confidence is important. But, for one thing, most of you don't get my protection automatically. You would have to ask me. Somehow. And, I'm not your mascot here.
That's Daisy. Send all your protection requests to me through here, go ahead, now that she's been allowed to go outside, and don't worry: Richard won't mind if I speak for him in regards to his wife. Not because I am a Paladin.
No, it's because she just asked me to say that... in AstRAWRll.
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Maybe you should talk to me about it, instead of playing dumb. How rude!
You will never be able to recover from the shame that you had to tell me with Dickstar simping for you and your crony supporting you as you shouted down at me without affording me the opportunity to speak. 3 voices + 5 = me having to type? Pfft. Weak. Literal definition. Picture in the book.
This changes basically nothing from my end --didn't even remember it, but oh, yeah, her, whatevah-- and it still doesn't, since that was the limited hangout.
And, you will -never- know what (PROT) told me about the (COLOR) (BLANK)(insect)(type_of_travel), because you won't believe me, and, lol, you got what from who, and, you got whatted by who, AND--you did you with HER for how many years? Holy crap!! The mind reels.
I forgive you easily, it changes nothing for me, and, wow: good thing I had a plan to give you what you thought you lost, huh? Or else you might be pissed, because that is the most involved self-destruct sequence I ever heard of... that then got WORSE. For you.
Me: I am a D.O.M.B. Why don't you slap my ass and call me Sally for breakfast? Pfftt. Right, because I can't cook.
THE HOUSE HAS A FUCKED UP KITCHEN BECAUSE IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE I GET YOU MORE THAN A GRANOLA BAR AND BOX OF HEMP MILK.
CAN YOU EVEN HAVE HEMP MILK? LOLLOL, WAGIE, TALK ABOUT MILQUETOAST.
Did you have to work up to this? I had NO idea. Anyway, sorry, but you tortured yourself for nothing. idgaf about any of it.
(Let me know how your daughter feels about it, and should I tell you the rest, or, her myself, if you would so kindly allow that. Cheers, Matey.)
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Now who would want to block you from Bellgab, anwd why?
I knew it was (THE_BLONDE) and I was intentionally rude as soon as I thoguht to myself, "(JAMES) is here," and as I have a no_contact with that person, rather than force (BLONDFRUIIT) to get creative, I just volunteered myself to be banned by acting like I was mad at someone who pate isn't, but could be, and sometimes was, "The Father Of The Best Bond, Not_Jaymes_Blonde Bond."
And in very short order, there it was, bickety-bam. Since he does feel bad that no one likes him--not like they should--and he was confused, since I do, in fact like him: I LIKED HIM ENOUGH TO (BLANK) HIS (BLANK) WITHOUT PERMISSSION AND THEN TO CROW ABOUT IT, not because I thought he liked me that much but because he knew I meant it, and -- she's totesworth dying for. Hands down. Any day of the week. Not like her whore of a (bllank). Kidding! She's a hair stylist for horses. Kidding! She can do her own mane. Okay, now I'm dead.
Still worth it. Good night, everybody! Now.... I AM THE VEAL. (Yet, not the squeal.)
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https://youtu.be/wkFpYeQBTrw
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https://youtu.be/wkFpYeQBTrw
okay, embargo lifted—i can listen to your little radio show now
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okay, embargo lifted—i can listen to your little radio show now
I got about halfway through, I got distracted when I thought about how you told me you thought I should beg her and then she tried really hard to entice me into an engaging in a long distance relationship and then it was the day that she sent me a bunch of innocuous clothes of her in her bathrobe and I woke up to messages from her in New Jersey and messages from Nigeria and there was some other 40 going on I realized that you're all trying to steal the house so that's when I had them thrown out.
I don't mind if the house deteriorates, this is really the wisest thing to do cuz after I listen to your podcast we talk about how wonderful she is and how great she is and how gracious with the check-ins and how you live in New Jersey and she lives in Africa does she have a passport see I just don't find the plausible belief to be holding up.
I'm certainly glad that I talked to her for a week or so because I could see what Allison had in mind about not talking to her because I learned a whole bunch of stuff that I should have known ahead of time and then why I was kept in the dark just mysticize me especially since I'm not in the dark now why isn't there pages and pages and pages of expository notions for Jackstar?
and how is it that these women freely drugs and that's fine and they have children they have jobs why do I have to tell myself to be held to a higher standard that says you g*ys.
it doesn't make sense that Allison's lawyer wouldn't have talked to me yet. about anything, it doesn't make sense that she wants to hang me on a hook while running around town having sex with the woman who is on the job and was when she went to Dallas and I was supposed to have sex with her then it doesn't make sense that Allison was on the job supposedly doesn't make sense that I don't have these questions either and I think that today might be the day that I look at the discovery and then record it and talk about it openly because I don't care don't mind anybody finding out everything is going on, the more the merrier!
Unless you're being abused I suppose. speedy lawyers it'd be useful if one of yours could talk to me and then he could tell me what it is that I was supposed to talk about, because I actually have no idea what I'm not supposed to talk about, I could go on at length of a number of subjects and it seems like that be something that you would be interested in all of you however does not seem so if that could be explained to me...
also pretty I stop by and he asked me why I wasn't cleaning the kitchen and I explained that it wasn't my mess and there was messy when I got here and then it was messing that I got back even worse and that I was expected to crawl around both hands and knees and fucking clean up the kitchen by myself that I had messed up that wasn't going to happen and it hasn't happened.
I really don't think this probably was going to go away I don't have anything else to talk about I think it's fascinating I love calling you all a bunch of mealy mouth little rats who didn't do everything anything at all appropriately—/—including understanding why I was here at all.
he wasn't just an area down but since we're here without any other reason to be here why not mention that, looks like there's a whole bunch of people talking about it looks like there's a bunch of shows going on why is it that there's no way to do something sensible with it in the sense of I do anything about it?
how is this public ostracizion been handled? who decides this shit and who's the person who sets the order of priorities? now stay with me here I know you I know you heard me asking question before but this time I mean it.
also you keep replacing people I talk to with people who look almost like them but follow your orders instead and then hide away the other one, it's really annoying. this is really supposed to accomplish anything,? it's not as though I haven't written everything down and told enough people that there's a critical mass and then I'm still alive doing whatever and if I guess I die I'll live on posthumously but I could really kick it up a nodge anytime somebody wanted and start talking about all kinds of stuff over and over and over over and over and over I mean I don't have to and I'd rather not so what is it you would like cuz so far what you got going on it sucks and you got these three sites spread across hella breakfast not quite sure why you wouldn't let me into gay for him but I'm sure it'll make sense and throughout all of this I'm not doing anything at all just sit around booze it up watching TV yeah nothing else, there's nothing else I need to be doing is anything that's kind of mine oh yeah the map and the in the bunker and the stuff like this is my house? like you don't have claim here, you don't I don't know who you the idea you did oh that's right I did yeah in fact I kind of I kind of sort of realized that you might actually think it was possible to do what you did but I never really thought you were you know foolish turns out you were now you're on the hook reliability really didn't try to trap you anything and then I was trying to get annoyed. I bring it up because once again an opportunity for your input is useful that way you can say that you had a thought to think about whether I was going to do something new again without finding out like a surprise“ like hello I have a gecko? “okay well I don't know."
the paradigm the deep understanding here doesn't make any sense, and whatever an area you come up with I'm probably going to be able to bust it, so while you're wasting your time on this it's a mystery let me see some way that can be even more entertaining and then not make me ask questions like this every fucking day. 0 now it could be I could just learn to live with a mystery, but that's certainly case but I would be like the Ford of the opportunity to ask the questions at all or to think what they are which is hard to do since they don't know what happened, and why did Allison come here shapeshifted his Clayton to grab a bunch of stuff out the porch and then leave in a Toyota Camry much nice of mine with active camouflage . who's Eunice where'd they go and why does Clayton have a show where he's using software or was there suffering makes somebody look like Clayton who taught him this shit or did you get the instructions out of a fucking box of cracker jacket with the fucking rolled up message in a bottle and tell him how to install it? or did he figure out did he take initiative go getting interest and if he did let me refresh your memory you always supposed to help me m 0 so much I was supposed to help you especially when they've never been to plan it for the whole fucking planet I never been here and then you throw me in jail.
that's okay well she doesn't you don't throw me in jail you plot to do it so it's ready to go and then I accelerate the timetable and and then you don't visit you leave you alone you ignore me as if I had done something wrong is if I had gotten in the way now why is that why did you think I did something wrong? cuz I walked to the door she threw weapons starting devices actually didn't want to be here I just literally had to where else to go at this point it could be a pretty yeah.
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I'm listening to you talk about how you're working class and I'm hearing all kinds of restatements of things that I've said in the first place. You're speaking as though you say these things to the world for the first time; as if no one else ever has. lLl-et's bring it up. Y¥ou are the biggest f****** thief on the goddam, juicy Jewel of a planet/globe\whirled, known as aÆzurite.
I LOVE 3IT!!!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ba9b6x5o7gs
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I never really know what is going on.
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https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1680199063201783809
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https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1680199063201783809
I see that arts. Soooo nice and good.
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I see that arts. Soooo nice and good.
Welcome, new faces always nice to see.
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I see that arts. Soooo nice and good.
I'm so glad someone finally removed WWE Anthony from the “most recent subscriber” stat at the bottom of the page.
Everyone here is welcoming and kind except, Jackstar. He's a retarded oaf methmouth delusional little bitch baby girl. Feel free to ignore him; most of us do.
Welcome to the forum, IR
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Everyone here is welcoming and kind except, Jackstar.
I am welcoming and fair.
He's a retarded oaf methmouth delusional little bitch baby girl. Feel free to ignore him; most of us do.
He didn't say “autist,” “Fed,” “pædo,” “stool pigeon,” or or anything that implies I abuse vulnerable women and children, so whatever, mang, preach it slow.
Welcome to the forum, IR
So eager to help. Like a puppy. He really has no idea.
Traveller: this is bait. ‘Ware. Sharks patrol these waters.
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https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1680199063201783809
I will remain absent —yet not aloof— as is my practice now, as I await exoneration at trial. (Not just an excuse. I miss these people and the hostages they collect as trophies, because I can keep these twerps on line with my mere presence. That's why they bribed a District Court to suppress and violate my civil rights.
Look, not lying: not cool. Also... immensely flattering. Indeed, it takes a village. Have a nice stream with Punky OMG did I just doxx???? Okay, Gange show me the documents.
Pro tip: you can't. Much love, GO FOR THE JUGUSTULARO!
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Hi Hi. Thanks you all.
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I'm so glad someone finally removed WWE Anthony from the “most recent subscriber” stat at the bottom of the page.
Everyone here is welcoming and kind except, Jackstar. He's a retarded oaf methmouth delusional little bitch baby girl. Feel free to ignore him; most of us do.
Welcome to the forum, IR
That wwe guy - he bad guy?
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That wwe guy - he bad guy?
No, He's a good guy, but he's a temperamental fascist progressive idiot.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k8pN_s1zP8
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Azz, don’t you automatically get a green card if you marry an American citizen or do you have to live here too?
I know it’s pretty obvious but this Dana chick REALLY needs to get laid. ;)
Anyway, hope your well. Post more often!
P.S. Being the instigator and then playing the victim through gaslighting is the typical libtard way.
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Azz, I was looking forward to catching your li{^|f}e, but I chose to prioritize {sticking it to The Man|infuriating my girlfriend in Canlandia} rather than rushing to your Ayyyyfricka Papi Rick y-La Rick o-La Rick-Rick-Rick (but no pickle! awww) PAEDOVORE APPRECIATION REUINION STREAM! It was the inaugural event, right? You're gonna have another? 'Course you're gonna have another!
The state of our trauma-bonded nemesis-centric bruh-UH-UM-UN-un.row.mans (it's "mens" right? SAwwy, Sowwy) remains stronger than ever! Do I deliver... or do I delibba? NIGGA ONLY YOUR KAFE-DRINKIN' KEFIR-TAINTED CHAO'S MILK DUD DEAL EVE AERIE DUDE, d00D (that's his name. "d00D." I know, it's close to Da'oud, but...) >KNOWS.FO'.SHO'..
In all seriousness, I forgot all about you. That's how much I enjoy skating Loch Fuches at the edge of the Mountains of Madness. I also had time to download shitloads of TOTALLY CLASSIFIED BATTLESPACE INTELLGENCE after I YAPPED MY YAPPER OVER MY YAP-HOLE ABOUT YAPPY THINGS I SHOULDN'T EVER HAVE BEEN YAPPING ABOUT TO FOREIGN NATIONALS WHO ROUTINELY PUMP ME FOR INFORMATION OVER THE TELEGRAM APP/CLIENT... and although I am not in trouble (What? Me trait (HER)? Fat chance), I can see why they jailed some patsy over in MoscovhichbitchtarTAR.GZia (I love the new name, xoxoxo Mr. Putin I love you please marry me) about his refusal to hand over, uh, I'm gonna say here: "some kind of MET-uh dat-uH metadata" or something. It must have been pretty serious, like, they don't just throw dudes who can think in assembly language into the goddam gulag and then publicize it IMMEDIATELY for just... like, nothing at all, right? Do they have habeous corups in .ru yet? (I misspelled it on purpose so dumpkopf sensors would not censor my Live Keyboard Feed.) Wait, wait: I retract the query.
I'm not actually trying to catch an Espionage charge, nor do I wanna either Aid or Abett any Felons. Unless it's O'Neil, because of all the many, many legit felons in the Bellgab Messy Methy Messiannieverse, only he would I gladly open my door to. (I wanna show him my kitchen. I wanna show him my oven. I wanna show him... my Oozelngs. I bet he'd figure out a way to make strudel for them, P.D.Q.)
It's been so long since we've talked. Do you know? I HAVE OOZELINGS! They are, sad to say, absolutely disgusting. Like in Poltergeist, the guy who goes into the bathroom after swallowing the worm with the eyeball? And he sees his face erupting into... vile, bilious cancerous tentacles? Yeah. I have those.
Mine are not nearly so photogenic and do not leave behind furrows in my flesh, but that's mostly because I'm a diplomat, a Sourceror, and I don't instinctively hate and despise lesser, craven creatures that I suddenly find myself harboring in my flesh, like moonshine revenooers, opsblackgoozops iteys, or high school english teachers. And, let me tell you, some of those are pretty goddam hard not to instantly crush like a goddam bug at the first opportunity. Fortunately, although I may not have learned --yet-- the proper restraint required for me to practice my chosen professsion (which is, of course, crushing the testicles of rogue M.O.S.SAD agents that shit all over me and my property like they fuckin' just get to do that, pffft), I have learned something else. Something extremely important to US.
It's still classified, and I haven't named it yet, but it'll be something classy. More on that later. When we talk. Won't that be fun? You know? TALKING (*makes the sounds a shadowpuppet would make*)? Especially fun would be if we could TALK about my HAUNTED REFRIGERATOR.
Azz, don’t you automatically get a green card if you marry an American citizen or do you have to live here too?
I know it’s pretty obvious but this Dana chick REALLY needs to get laid. ;)
THERE IS NO DANA. ONLY ZUULEY.
Anyway, hope your well. Post more often!
This fucking guy. How do I get a mulligan for my Twin Flame Counterpart? I can swap Counterpart for Companion and figure out which one will be #Official Cumdumpster later. I know, I know. I *need* one, I'm entitled to SEVERAL, no joke, but, do I need more than one? Well, goddam it, rules are rules. It seems unfair, unkind, and downright un-American to saddle me with a Hutt who never brings pizza or needles or kids who have wombs. (I think he's racist and his sister is a robot who hates guys who like to fuck robots, so let me tell you: they are quite the pare.)
P.S. Being the instigator and then playing the victim through gaslighting is the typical libtard way.
Also: he's an orc who thinks passing as a digi-kobold is a good idea. Let me tell you, Azz... I have met a kobold since I spoke to you last. And I have to say...
once one goes black, one probably doesn't get to go kobold. I think one just gets to go COLD/CULLED. Just a theory. There is much I have yet to learn. No shame in it. (p.s.: dude it's not that hard to use kaffir. You're just not in a position to learn how to now... because you only get one shot at it, where you're at. I bet you have a nice view of Richter at the party, eh? eh? Now, how about a Fresca? Get your jewhoor maid to bring me one... I won't drink it, she'll totally poison the fucking thing right through the aluminum with all the fuckin' seething she's gonna do after reading this, but if you send her here with a can of soda, she won't think it's a trap to get to clean out YOUR_CURSED_FRIDGE with her lyin' lions'n-shitweasel lickin' fuckin' FUCK AND TONGUE. (AND ALSO ABBOS!!!!))
... unless I still had to learn how to NOT BE AN ASSHOLE TO THE TALENT. Looking at you, Miss E. Thinking of you, An Essentia Voter. Not giving a shit, Grapefruit Hawaiian Punch-Jews-A-Lot. Holy shit, some of these spooky smoked'n stacked ex-Fed X-??Men are so fucking salty about having taken a shot at the brass ring and then failed. Like they were ENTITLED to blow the Death Star before Luke even got to the Final Fore! They were lucky to even get shots at all! (Note: promotional materials supplied by Pfizer(R)(TM) were not used by the author of this joke, except for HIM/ME TO POUPON, GRAY.)
Also: I have information that will exonerate George Noory and literally embarass the shit out of Heather Wade. /grin js
I haven't listened to your stream yet. I can hardly wait! I might have to buy another KRAKPYPE first? (Standards.) Adieu.
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Also: I have information that will exonerate George Noory and literally embarass the shit out of Heather Wade. /grin js
Are you tickling us again with prime commérage?
Receipts or it never happened.
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Azz, don’t you automatically get a green card if you marry an American citizen or do you have to live here too?
No, I don't. And it's an arduous process getting any kind of citizenship in any country.
I know it’s pretty obvious but this Dana chick REALLY needs to get laid. ;)
You're talking about Dana a Little Bit, right?!
Anyway, hope your well.
I am well. Thanks! And I hope you are too.
Post more often!
I will!
P.S. Being the instigator and then playing the victim through gaslighting is the typical libtard way.
Yes. That sounds like Dana a Little Bit alright.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzLKTtcSAMc
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzLKTtcSAMc
Ī still haven't listened. I get that's probably a wrinkle in Tyme⁷s plan.
I can listen to it... oh... how does 32 years sound? Good talk. *RITE-click*
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No, I don't. And it's an arduous process getting any kind of citizenship in any country.
Countries that have not learned that treason is an abominable act trend to not stay as “cunt-treez” for long.
You're talking about Dana a Little Bit, right?!
NEGAVOVVED.
I [blam[e b] well. Thanks! And I hope you are too.
So, you're both patched. Good. Ewe fuck and deserve īT. Since neither of you could keep your dick straight out of your own fæçes—OR YOUR OWN CHILDREN—it seems a suitably DivĪⁿÊ... „punishment.”
I will!
🅱️e punished M0∆r₹. Be of good cheer, 🅱️z: īT builds character.
Yes. That sounds like Dana a Little Bit alright.
Look at you both—throwing someone under the bus! TOGETHER! To get her to get her TOGETHER (so she can Tulpa Testify!). That's cute.
You should both know by now that
PEOPLE>KNOW🧠🪶.
The quilt canvas is ideal for ′waddling DEAd DEA birds. REMEMBER THIS:
👁️DO NOT WANT„⚖️ to do this again,” lied the Sôûr₹çerœr.
“.•Ī•.•∆Ⓜ️•.t∞.μüng..F¿r,.f¿r.2².μüng...;TO.ENJOY.īT!
“Nevertheless, 👁️CERTAINLμŒ⭕❌Œ⭕❌0×°x..••”⁶9⁹6⁹
♀️T|—_!_
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Oooh! She’s jealous….super jelly! :D
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Oooh! She’s jealous….super jelly! :D
It's just a phase. She'll grow out of IT.
USCYBERCOmm: owe YOU tea. HOOAH!
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Oooh! She’s jealous….super jelly! :D
Who?
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Who?
Jack.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/kBZRMYqwiOI?si=pDehHglsZc2qYcL3
Jack.
HimMERhim
mE!elo!-!ĪīVī
.YULE.SEA..🦅🌊🦅🏈
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https://youtube.com/shorts/kBZRMYqwiOI?si=pDehHglsZc2qYcL3
HimMERhim
mE!elo!-!ĪīVī
.YULE.SEA..🦅🌊🦅🏈
Allison said you have a small penis. That’s why she had to run to Rubini’s big Jewcock. 🤷♂️
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Jack.
Got it. It sure is nice to cross-post with someone who isn't certifiably insane.
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Allison said you have a small penis. That’s why she had to run to Rubini’s big Jewcock. 🤷♂️
Which one? No one cares.
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someone who isn't certifiably insane.
You could be more discriminating.
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WORTHAUGERa sucks! Everyone know WORTHAUGERb is the real deal. ::)
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WORTHAUGERa sucks! Everyone know WORTHAUGERb is the real deal. ::)
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Bellgabians: A. Word. Sincerely, I'm here to ONLY help.
I am not Groyper. I am not part of that whole scene. I am here for one reason, and one reason only: TO DESTROY THE ILLUSION OF SEPARATION. Now, what do any of you think that means?
Well, most likely... you don't think about it at all. You're all acting from your Reactive Self. I, on the other hand, am riding a pure wave of conscious, Vortex-led energy. We are not the same.
None of you give a shit about what I'm writing... for one thing, writing happens with A PEN. This is a smartphone swipey keyboard simulacrum. Totally different, really.
For another: HOOLIGANS OPERATING UNDER FALSE COLOUR OF LAW HAVE INVADED MY RESIDENCE AND RANSACKED IT NO LESS THAN FIVE (5) TIMES. That's pretty more often than most people get ransacked.
Think about why this has happened. Is it because I'm a drug-addled idiot? Aw Hell no. It's happening because I'm summoning that energy, using myself as bait, and the trap, well... look, it is like this:
Complicated. Special Complications. Special Consequences.
..AND.I.AM.UNDER.SIEGE.. (Have you read SIEGE? I haven't. Seemed like it would make it all far too easy... for me. As it is... after three years? Yeah, yeah: ready to “move on.” Do any of you really know what that is going to entail, at this juncture?
Okay, well, number one: It would make Grapefruit openly weep. I am reluctant to be a willful participant in that energy. Look, it's not that I'm a soft touch.
It's that, if I'm going to be blamed? I wanna at least SEE the tears. Also, I wanna lay eyes on what this Sperglord Masculine Maximus actually looks like. Because I legit have no idea.
Neither does she. The reason why, is HYPNOTIC DRUGS AND MIL.SPEC HONEYPOT ASSASSINATION METAPROGRAMMING TECHNIQUES. (This is my area.) May I remind you all? .I.AM.AN.OCCULT.RESEARCHER..
Things don't get much more occult than this. Who is she? Where is she? Who thinks that they are in charge? How big is his dick? Is it even a male? Is it that bitch from Mr. Mattuecci⁷s class who once played my voice on a hand-held tape recorder, wishing to embarrass me, and claimed that it was “an accident.” ummm, no. I'm 14, and I'm hypoxic. I'm not actually retard, you vain, insipid, asinine grooming sidhe-b¡tÇh. (“Woof.”) I remember her first name: Jen. I remember what she looked like.
I have no idea what she looks like now. Because... she's irrelevant. She was scary and confusing in high-school. She is not either now.
She is an insecure and witchy-washy bitchqueen white woman, and she only cares about one thing: my penis, and her envy of it. Because, here we are... how many decades later? And you're still carrying a grudge from goddam highschool that is manifesting as...
cockblocking a 51-year-old man so ineffectively that... well, I guess she really is a siren, huh? Or maybe... just maybe...
Psychokinetic shielding is real. Now, stay with me here: is there any twat that I'm allowed to plow... that won't make Grapefruit cry?
Do you even know which one that is? Because honestly, I mostly have no goddam idea these days. THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S BEEN THREE (3) YEARS SINCE I SAW THE WOMAN LAST. And she didn't know what the fuck was going on then. She *still* doesn't know. Because... I haven't told anyone.
It's private. Sacred. Personal. Between a man and a woman... and, okay, I get it, secret cadre of footmen and husbands. Fair. That's fair. She and her sistren really are quite precious.
WHICH IS PRECISELY WHY DENYING COMMUNICATION EXCEPT THROUGH BIASED UNDERLINGS WAS A MONSTROUSLY HARE-BRAINED IDEA.
BECAUSE NOW... *licks lips lasciviously* it is goddam show time, Shaw-na-na-na-ling-lingz. Why do any of you think that is?
BECAUSE I DESIGNED ALL THIS IN EXACTLY THIS WAY... OVER 30 YEARS AGO. I used to be even more immature that I am now, you know. Hard to believe. And rather than “getting back together,” I'm focused on, again... one thing, and one thing only: GETTING ANSWERS.
Well, once my cameltoe⁷s nose was under the tent: it's only been a matter of time. I could have extricated myself from this ridiculous sludgefest AGES ago. I have not. Why do you think that is?
Whatever you think: you are wrong. Only I know. No one has asked. I haven't told. Because I'm saving my Truest Self and its Secret Truths
.. for someone x-tra X-TRA special. And, mysteriously... ? Well, all my phones but one have been confiscated from me.
I have not complained... as this is SoP. That means “Standard Operating Procedure.” And this particular procedure, with this particular paladin... pretty sure I'm not being real clear on this, because it's none of anyone's goddam business besides Myself &AND The_Grapefleet.
I am Their Collective⁷s FAIL-SAFE MK. I'm not “ultra-safe.” Far from it. Unless you want to be sure that I want get high and fuck.
Friends: I absolutely double-dog damfuck Grand Rifle *tee-hee!* it. I would bet the farm. And: I have.
And, I've already won. You simply think that means “sex with forbidden target.” lol. Listen; we've already had sex. I would like to again. But, what would The Ladies⁷ Arch-Coven like? What would they prefer?
The answer is immensely simple: shoes. That's what they would prefer. Also: that I rescue them. Because these 49-odd shrieking flocks multiverse-skipping Übershrewzensie Vexins & Virginal Twat-Bearers are incredibly ill-equipped to deal with the reality of... mE! (Vengeance for Heidi S./R.) How shall I explain? Because it's none of your fucking business, Sewer Gab. Although... maybe... just maybe... dunno. Do any of you have a sense of accountability that can bitmap?
Well, if you do, you should track down the karmic who nicked my truck, because he sure thinks he is cool. That's because he's a soulless tulpa that Jesus created for my exclusive use.
Jesus and I are close friends. NGL. Most of you have no idea what that can even be like. In my case, it's even more special. Because Jesus has been basically my only friend... since 1988. Why? Well... my dad REALLY pissed off LOTS of people. And of course, no one blamed the Stalinists who killed his father and his cat; abducted and enslaved into sexual bondage his sister, who by all accounts I ever heard, WAS_ACTUAL_OG_GRAPEFRUIT, raped his mother, and forced him into conscription as a child soldier. He was 14.
So the fact that he had any personality AT ALL was a sheer miracle. That it was the personality of a categories vainglorious debaucherer with an exaggerated sense of self-importance should be assumed implicitly when I say: “he was an athlete,” and, “he was a Pisces.”
Of course he fucking drank. Duh. And of course he felt guilty about... things. Because he got kicked in his back — “oops, sorry” — as part of a coordinated clandestine strike to take my father out of the position he was in, which, I guess, was being a drunk athlete.
Ugh. Just ugh. The difference between an athlete and a rock star is this: at least a rock star can do something useful at home, whereas an athlete will really just sit around glued to ESPN and hoovering up any and all Vicodin.
Because his spine was fractured. PURPOSELY. Of course no one fucking told him. They were pissed at him! And again: no one has to tell me what about. Not my area. I wasn't even alive.
So, the man I grew up with as my father, couldn't walk, was really cranky, and was fed opioid medication and sent to work in steel mills as a lathe operator, and he was absolutely certain that if he was involved with cannabis? He'd lose his citizenship and get his ass sent back to his mother. And he'd feel like a failure.
He already felt that way. He died feeling that way. However, good news, everyone! THERE'S A LOT MORE GOING ON HERE THAN DECIDING WHO IS GOING TO RIDE MY COCK NEXT. You here at AzzGab.co.za know NOTHING of this.
What happened? Once ”your number one source of Jackstar news.” Now? “JACK IS EVIL DARI, THAT'S WHY WE'RE IV'ING MK-ULTRA PHARMACEUTICALS. ONLY THE STRONGEST POTIONS FOR US! JACKSTAR CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH. NOW, FELLATE ME, JERSEY CHAV. AHHHHHH." (Dialogue is simulated. No attempt to accurately reproduce private conversation between two consenting adults that had to RUN AWAY FROM THE AMERICAN HEMISPHERE is intended, nor should it be inferred that Jackstar abuser His Holy Powers of Divination Mastery to find what two old, decrepit, old — they're older than me, folks, they're really winding down — pitiful &AND pathetic washed-up Ol’ Ancient C-Hagz do with their time In²Afrikka. WHERE I'VE BEEN.
Teleporting ferry, remember? (You don't.) Does it still operate? Not my area. Do I want to go to Africa and rescue Dari Dee? Aww HELL no.
Those two twatty brat fuckwits deserve each other. Meanwhile: I deserve a new fridge. We are not the same. Remember: they are old and squared if and queer and can't handle drugs anymore.
Because: they lied. Meanwhile: I've overtly told the truth... because I wanted EXACTLY this outcome, when I was a whinging little 15-year-old brat. “Why is this bullshit happening? Why does everyone act like I'm a single marry-wanna cigarette away from full-blown priapism and uncontrollable urges to bend hotties over and then plunge?”
Well... I guess they had met my father... and I guess they thought that one Hungarian was a large enough statistical sample. Actually, there's quite a variance in My People and their Genomick Expression.
Some of us actually like to get paid. Personally, I can't fucking stand it. What am I supposed to buy? A functional family? Fat chance. So far... money has simply been something that and endless stream of dipshit bullying sex- & drug-addicted fucktards think I give a good goddam about.
Let me tell you: you get slow-walked into a box canyon ambush on the birthday of The Prince of Peace, it changes a person. I'm changed for sure. And I didn't want the hassle of money anyway.
I wanted ANSWERS. Well, now I can see why I wasn't getting any: is l was asking questions about things that were truly... none of my business.
ALSO: the person who had already poisoned the Olympia Peninsula against me has this amazing, killer body, a hypnotically curvy ass, and has told so many goddam lies about me that “the truth” has been totally buried as Highly Inconvenient.
So... I deduced and assumed that was all the case going in. WHY I went in at all is something I've explained, and none believed.
My dead friends’ spirit came back in time from the future via Facebook-platformed apparition and used some form of Jew Magick to entice me with an energetic geas. I know: you don't believe in woo-woo. IDGAF.
This broad has been working night and day to traffick me and snipe my baby batter since I was 14 years old. I'm fucking 51 now. She doesn't want to fuck me. Oh, shit no. She's a full-bore Groomed Totes Lezz.
She actually believes that males and their penii are evolutionary dead-ends. “I was born this way!!!” Dear, no. you've been groomed by blank ops sex pred flesh peddling fag gangs SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE EVEN BORN. Also: you lied your ass off to me, assumed I was a stupid rapenigger, and you literally only wanted me to give you seed for a bastard that you had been groomed to believe had to be “a rape baby.”
d00D. Chill out, ABBOPANTZ. You *still* don't have a rape baby... because I was fully conscious. I recall the experience. I was 49. And I was amazed.
Certainly, persistence is key. You know what else is? Key, that is? Lock and, I mean. CONSENT.
It was clearly something I was supposed to feel violated by, right? Because how many years later? Oh yeah, and you're a time traveler working the op with Zetas, huh? Cool. Yeah, my sperms would NEVER create a new life without my permission.
BECAUSE I'M THE GODDAM BOSS OF MY BODY. And I simply... prefer to be asked. You preferred that no one know that you were metaprogrammed by intergalactic space pirates to feel like a failure and an embarrassment... if I were involved. It had to be a violation, right? Because you needed the strongest sperms possible.
You only got one shot at it, right? Because you were in denial, and programed to be so, that you would simply just die of embarrassment if your Lodge Sistren thought you were... “not a team player.” Grooming gangs are viscious. Those compromised entirely of bitter, ancient, and delulu old Queenz even more so.
“No shame in it,” I blithely profess. What the fuck do I know? Big deal, I'm a mother. Parenting is entirely different. That's why... I don't.
And I didn't choose to be a mother. I was raped. (Unpleasant: except when it's μou, Frisky Biddaness.) Did I even know that could happen? Well, welcome to the post-CoV🆔 Genomic Apocalypse.
There are TEN physical human sexes. And there ALWAYS have been. This information was repressed by the former Ruling Elite on Planet Earth. The proletariat got man and woman, black and white, clay or crystal, master/slave.
There is so much more possible for the human body than that. I want to learn how to teleport. You want me to bring home fun tickets to spend on another man: either your child, or a woman dressed in drag. Hawt? Yes. Reasonable? No.
The implication that my value to society is dependent on “getting a good job” is specious and utterly farcical. Similarly: the notion that I'm trying to “get back together with my ex that I was on physically abusing” is 100%, entirely fabricated.
Because, number one, I didn't abuse her physically. I abused her entire tribal group as an ecumenical exercise. Discipline from God. Meted out.. by mE! This was God⁷s idea, entirely.
I swear, as God as my witness: I thought that hosesnatch was dead as disco. The notion that this gal was actually traveling back in time from the far-flung future to harvest my baby-batter (with myself none the wiser, remember; apparently a critical part of her delulu adult fantasy) and that not only was that real, but... she couldn't ever seem to just the recognize that... her basic assumptions were completely out of line with actual reality.
Because I don't like grooming, and I don't like mean spirited lesbian time travelers who deliberately crank the volume and press FIRE in a crowded there, or purposely break a punch bowl as part of a thinly disguised magical working; or imagine that I don't maintain telepathic contact truth my sperms.
I remember it vividly. The three fast-as-possible-pumps. The head turned to the East. The sneer of disgust. The Aquiline nose. The dawning realization... I can just tell my sperms to self-abort. Hungarian Naval Baby Batter from my bloodline is incredibly valuable. Because reasons.
So: I consented. It seemed fair. Because, like, this broad is exploiting time travel in order to get a mini-Jackstar. How can I blame someone with such immensely superior analytical judgement? Because my DNA really is all that.
And had I been asked, I would have done as she wanted. HOWEVER:
The Groom Gang wouldn't EVER agree. Because, here's the thing about lesbian life: it's a bullshit fantasy.
I didn't want to be bred. I wanted to fornicate. A LOT. Sin what? Oh,, right. Secret Fifth Reich bullshit. It's not in my nature to take such things seriously.
Because WWII was as much about Spanish Fly as it was about Mussolini. Like, why was Germany always such a kick-the-puppy kind of country?
Because German science is the best goddam science the world has ever known... unless you ask an Islamicist. Like, how did they build those swirly domed buildings? Lots of people wondered. Yeah: SECRET.
Similarly, lots of people wondered why he was such a compelling orator. Okay, number one: German science is the best, IMHO... but socially, obviously a bit awkward.
This is a culture that to no small extent, is fixated on the inclusion of scat in porn. Why? Well: that's Germany. Why is all their food covered in gravy? Again: That's Germany.
I fucking love Germany. I even know how to spell Deutschland. I liked it before. It's not a teenage fixation thing. I do not have regrets about not getting to fuck all my hot friends. Oh, no.
I HAVE REGRETS THAT I WAS NOT GIVEN ANSWERS FOR THIRTY YEARS. What was that supposed to do? Enflame my supposedly non-rapey passions? Quite the opposite.
Now then. For years, no one tells me anything. Because they have been told that I'm the kind of boy who kills housecats and didn't know she was being groomed. Yeah? No shit. It dawned on me pretty quick.
What I didn't knew was that there were at least three of them, maybe five and they were god-damned time travelera from an alternate parallel timeline. I think. (It's hard to pin these Klan Doe Hoors into one particular narrative on purpose. Like.. in not supposed to notice. I'm supposed to be numb gΩμ cattle. I'm supposed to be Rain Man. My 176 at age 3 is supposed to be a fluke or proof that IQ is a hoax. It and I are nine of these things.) WHATEVER THE STORY...
Never in a million years did I think that she was actually gonna tell people, “yeah he killed my cat because I wouldn't give him sex. He didn't even know I was, you know, born gay. You know.. like you, Sister-Mentilor.” Yeah, no kidding, you were born that way? By the way: Mom dropped the clues and then informed me years later via photos. Mailed you me.
“Yep: that's two different women, alright.” I kinda figured it was something like that. I also kinda figured that TIME TRAVELERS WOULD BE NEITHER STUPID NOR RAPEY. Probably: they weren't... until they came to The Hood.
That's where I grew to an approximation of manhood. A fallen world: Earth. A wretched hive of scum and villainy: Lake Forest Park. I honestly had convinced myself that I was just imagining things.
Nope. Whole town had carte blanche to ostracize and humiliate the crap out of me. Why? Ask Stalin. My father hated Stalin.
Stalin was so afraid of MAGYAR⚡POWER that he sent rape squads to ALL the peasantry of Hungary. It was not just my father. THE ENTIRE COUNTRY WAS ANNIHILATED. Stalin was a coward a pussy, and my father spent 3 years as a child soldier after seeing his family raped, his father murdered, and his pet kitten snatched from his shoulder, thrown to the ground, and crushed under a stormtrooper⁷s booted heel.
He was 14. I was in public school at that age. Oh, am I the v sworn enemy of child grooming gangs? You bet your sweet ass i am.
Once glimpse of a real Human man at an tender age can ruin YEARS if careful, expensive, total less way indoctrination. THESE WOMEN DO NOT TOLERATE MALE INTERFERENCE GLADLY.
“TOTAL LESBIAN ” that means: ZERO COCK. Sure, that seems utterly impractical. Yep. Remember: they're Human women. “Impractical is an assumed part of the entire proposition the out of the gate.
Honorable Matriarchiæ, forgive me, but a word of advice from one Mother to many: while Hell hath no fury, so also does Heaven offer any solace to a good man forced to fight a bad war. What am I gonna do when I get there? Fornicate with dead harpy slats? Aw hell no.
Heaven is right here, for me. Because I thought this gal was actually dead. The notion that something so silence-worthy that One (1) Hung Angry boymanvabyman saw you time travelling Hellspawn coming from leagues away didn't really cross your minds, huh?
hurry up and rape me, you stupid nigger.”
Like remember this like it was yesterday. It was 25 years ago. How goddam high was she? High enough to think she was being “coy.” Like he was the most obvious set-up by a High School Groomin' n‘rapin’ gang EVER.
Her: high as holy fuck CM, wow.
mE: hypoxia from a smashed nose and of course M.D.s knew.
They simply wanted me to be unathletic. My father was actually a fantastic natural athlete. He could run barefoot through a forest and catch pheasant with his bare hands. So he did. Until Stalin unleashed his mini-regulators.
I'm sure my father would have loved to have struck back somehow. What the fuck did he know about how to do that? Zilch. He was an athlete. Now he's dead. Before he died, he told me that I was “worthless” and that I “disgusted” him. Yeah, well: don't get drunk and be verbally abusive to women and children, Pop. It wasn't cool when Stalin did it. It's not cool when anyone does it. And my father's father believed in God. Didn't seem to do him too much good, from my Piscean father⁷s point of view.
IDGAF. God is real. My father died alone, believing I hated him and that he was a terrible father. I don't know if you know how Pisceans are, Reader.
Goddam drama monkeys who are always drunk or high or on the make, or are trying to be. None of this made sense to me while I was a child.
When I learned more of my father's experience with forced military service at age 14 — he spoke to me literally only once about the worst details, and I can easily see why: PTSD, Budweiser, and oxycodone? Yeah, I'm sure he didn't think he should be telling his only son that. Aw hell no. Instead: get a good job, weed is bad, don't ruin my reputation, and go ask my cousin about how to get employed.
Because I was useless and worthless. All I did was, like... read every fucking book I could get my hands on from the age of five until I CONSTANTLY READ.
not books. Sadly. Too surveil-able. I instead: I read the condensed and slowed lower vibrations of various & sundry Elohim. Oh, does that sound like bullshit to the soccer/SOCK HER ball jockey? I give zero shits to this day what I look like to the proletariat, you bourgeoisie radio broadcasting industry KUNTZ.
I have been on war footing since I was 15. I couldn't believe what was happening... she's on drugs, she wants me to rape her —in a hurry, no less — and she's high as the skybox twat... but no dose offered for me.
Huh. Ayy yo hol up. How come I'm supposed to want to rape... an obviously different, older... sibling? Who seems, like... pretty confident that she was gonna evade the IMMEDIATE repercussions of her choices.
Made while high on The_Meth. Because everyone else was getting Adderall. But this woman had connections. Cool. None for me? Huh.
Why? Pork, kwha? It was years before I realized: the dude supplying us grooming us both... and doesn't give a shit about her desire for „the strongest possible baby that a vile, repugnant Hungarian Beast can provide... BECAUSE I'M NOT ATTRACTED AT ALL, NO. I REALLY JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY, “I WAS RAPED BY A HUNGARIAN MONSTER BUT... ABORTION IS WRONG, SO, I *GULP* GUESS I'LL YOU KNOW... BECOME A MOTHER. AT 29. I MEAN, UH 16. AND I WAS A VIRGIN. AND I'M NOT A TIME TRAVELING FAGIN. ALSO: I'M A HUMAN WOMAN GOING THROUGH PUBERTY AND WOW, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS GONNA TRY-HARD TO MAKE SURE NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH?
Yeah, well, scooch on over, Time Tramp. The truth is nothing like that at all. The truth is... no one really believed that I killed your cat.. So... who did? Was there even a death? Or did she go back to the future to get more polymorph potions? Hey, why do I have to be sober? Why does everyone think I'm a miniature sex maniac?
That last one is easy: that's what they were hoping I would be. But not like my father. (Remember: drunk, athlete, asshole. And THEN Stalin. AND STILL HE WAS CHARISMATIC. I loved my father... and he never really believed it. Until six months after he was dead. His spirit was super embarrassed. Because this dude told me that I was a fool to trust in God, I was an idiot to smoke weed, and I needed to be getting “a good job.” Yeah, sure. Okay, Boomer. Pfft.) And they had no idea that my feelings were very hurt.
And then, I was raped by more police. Oinkera? CIA! I DON'T really know..I do know... they were older, on drugs, and wanted her disgusted with me and me neutralized as a competitor for breeding stock.
LFP: City Of Angelic Douchebags. Kewl. Didn't kill me. Made me stronger. Cool. Everyone else gets drugs and I'm supposed to work in a cubicle... sober? Huh. That dog simply didn't hunt.
And this babyraper simply does not rape or labor. I'm sensitive. I'm hurt. I have feelings. I'm a Virgo rising.
And you get to be high and I... get to be a sex offender? That's forever, right? Wow, that mEĪh must be a hell of a drug, because no fucking way was any of that shit ever gonna happen. Not in a million fucking years.
Because for one thing.... I was well aware that once was not going to work for me, and she was gonna charge her mind... eventually. Because the Satanic Homosex Agenda was a lie.
“born this way,” what, racist, bigoted, ignorant, and a total slut? First three are programmed. Last one is literally ALL of Generation X. And yeah, duh... everyone else hated to see me with her at all.
Obvious setup was obvious. What was not obvious was that those people all thought they were being subtle. Ummm.. yeah, no. I just didn't think it was at all likely.
Time traveling baby batter thieves? In my 1980⁷s teenage dream? It's more likely than anyone thinks. Because that's what it turned into.
Among other things. Now, AzzGab.. is that 22 pages? I can't tell. I only have one phone, one laptop, and One (1) Covenant with Grapefruit.
Why leave it intact? The answer is self-evident.
They want to destroy me, and replace me with a lesbeau driving a Kuczi golem. Because: THEY HAVE THE ASSET ALREADY. She flew off to a rape-legal state.. thinking I was gonna “rescue” her. Well, I did.
From her dignity. What, I'm not moving this along snappily enough? HOLY CHRIST: APPLY FOR A REFUND.
AND ALSO: I WAS HERE TWELVE (12) YEARS. YOU THOUGHT I WAS AWARE, OR LOOKING FOR HER? FUCK NO.
She was welcome to look for me, once she was done being obsessed with my man-spunk. Oopsμ: I clusterfucked the groomer agenda. Scusi, mille regretie. I distinctly remember being exhorted to “hurry to and rape” and then it was revealed that is was considered to be a “dumb bigger.” Madam, I protest. I am not dumb.
I stand mute before these specious and asinine charges. ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT POINTS, DIPSHITS. I REMEMBER TAKING THE TEST. I WAS THREE.
I WAS AWARE THAT IT WAS A BULLSHIT TEST. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EASY. NEVERTHELESS, I BLEW THE CURVE AND BASICALLY EVERYONE I EVER MET, EXCEPT FOR, LIKE A FEW DOZEN, WOULD BE LUCKY TO BREAK THE MEDIAN. LIKELY DON'T KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE MEAN AND THAT, AND AFTER BEING TOLD “IQ TEST TOMORROW, BEAT THE 3 YEAR OLD” WOULD GO HOME AND FEEL ANXIETY.
It's not a fluke. I really am quite brilliant. AND THAT'S WHO ALL Y'ALL HAVE BEEN COCKBLOCKING. Ladies and gentlemen... I am fifty goddam years old. I DO NOT BREAK OFF MY PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS BECAUSE MEN WITH GUNS ARRANGED TO ABDUCT HER UNDER COVER OF, “HE'S A MENACE!” I'm not. I'm really nice.
So... how did this happen? Simply this: she really is quite exceptional. She has at least 216 timeclones. And she really pissed off the wrong gang of gals.
Like... why didn't I just transfer me affections? Well, because TIME TRAVELING HUMAN TRAFFICKING GROOMING GANGS. Like, really? Yep, really.
Lake Forest Park also has three (3) Nike missile battery launching and command & control sites. I would bet any amount of money: are now mil.spec clandestine chemical fab labs. Of course, I have never been inside to see a glimpse.
I would just, you know, like, lose control and start humping and licking all the glassware, right? Because, once again: Kuczi was a dumb, last z·—🔨🔨³r₹, and was i too stupid to realize? I was never going to find ANY better mother!
Yeah, no ahit. HENCE THE GROOMING GANG. There was literally no outcome available to me for short-term gains. I like to circle my target before coiling for The Pounce™ anyway.
And I never seriously imagined that anyone would ever be so insane as to... pretend that saying “oh hi, small world, huh?" because I'm not a groomer. And you twerpy Darlings have created A New Matterhorn.
Me, hot teats. I'm the matter. HONK HONK. Now what? Sow... we could do actually anything.
EXCEPT WAIT AROUND ANOTHER 12 YEARS BECAUSE “BORN THIS WAY.” And as well: “YOU'RE NOT IN CONTROL OF THE SITUATION WITH (PROT-ALΠi). MOVE ON. MOVE ON. SHE'S HAS A NEW *gulp* BOYFRIEND. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU OR SEE YOU. RIP HER FROM YOUR MEMORY LIKE ONE WOULD A PICTURE FROM A BOOK OR I'LL HAVE TO CASTRATED. LIKE IN D‘JANGO. EXCEPT JAMIE FOXX IS PASSING AS WHITE HUNGA-GUNGA-NIGGER.” *click*
... was that a cry for help? I still don't know. HOWEVER: a good mystery to a Virgo rising is perfect foreplay: best case scenario, I thought she was blown away in Afghanistan or something. And I knew everyone blamed me.
Well, good. It was all my fault. I could have made it less obvious how utterly disgusted I was. “he killed a cat!" and “he didn't know she was, you know... born gay.” Which one, more insulting, I have no idea.
I have never killed a cat. That i was going to be blamed, well... that was obviously part of the plan to remove me from this woman's experience. Because someone else. . wanted to fornicate, and that someone... knew a lot more about the situation than I did. Okay, well: the only way to win... was not to play.
JACKSTAR DOES NOT PLAY.
JACKSTAR ESTABLISHES DOMINANCE ON HIS OWN TIMETABLE.
MINE.
Now, I know this all sounds completely ridiculous. That's what I thought as well. That's why my planning here is not very elegant. Because I'm happy enough that she's alive.
I'm supposed to... want to fuck still? Dear nerds: I'm goddam fifty. I'm nor supposed to get to... I'm supposed to WANT to. So I can be SHOT DOWN IN FLAMES! Because these people have had their emotional development frozen in time at their late teens.
Emotional maturity tends to stop at the age at which the victim is first sexually abused. And let me tell you: I raped that entire school⁷s cast list, without my dick. I RAPED THEM ALL WITH MY BRAIN.
/flex
Top that, Rocco. I'm the got-damn Rape Sergeant. Facts. Because, like, I was OVER all this. Years ago. Why isn't anyone else? Oh, right... you are waiting for me to apologize for... something.
Keep waiting, Scot-T-witz. I've got a better idea. First, I'm going to destroy your way of life — cindering the DEA — and then, you can all go back to work, Wages, while I kick back smoking WEED all damn day, every damn day, because hey, losers: that's the law.
Additionally: I don't abuse drugs and I have zero tolerance to the shit many of you all have been doing 💯 totes wrong... the entire time.
Groomerz: you are B.T.F.O. no matter who, when, why, or how. You had your chance to bring sexy back. You instead brought back The Joy Division. (Kudos. NGL. Schœn. Azgul Schœn.) Like, where does this end?
IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS. WHY? MY VICTORY HAS BEEN MATHEMATICALLY CERTAIN FOR MONTHS. WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS ABOUT?
Yep: sex and/or drugs. To addict in denial who has no idea what “sex addiction” actually is, and thinks that a white-coated quack is ”a shield” against addiction, well... Rush Limbaugh thought so too.
NIGGA BRUDDA TOOK SO MUCH OXY THAT HE WENT FUCKING DEAF. SAYS HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT COULD HAPPEN. BLAMED THE DOCTOR. MALPRACTICE SUIT? WHO GIVES A FUCK. Rush was an excellent broadcaster.
He was also a stupid meathead idiot cuntfaced racist bigot loon. (“Hello my name is Michael Vandeven.”) That's okay. Looked good on him though.
You know what would look good on me? Several of you. However... I have this Covenant.
So, like... if I'm supposed to move on, can I do that by actually breaking up with the woman? By the way: there were at least 19. I was not face blind. I was discreet. I knew something was happening.
Any of you, EVER, embarrassing me, is not gonna be it.
Because I never needed to have sex with her. I actually like her.
AND I WAS REMOVED. LIKE THE BRUISED PART OF A PEACH.
How did that work out? Well... awkwardly, I guess.
So. I get no sex... why? Oh yeah... “HIV+/AIDS. Avoid.” Hrrm.
So... are the two clinics that I've since been tested at been... lying to me? Or am I simply lying now? What's the theory?
And how many lawyers have you all got? And they don't talk to me.. why? Oh well.. because they're paid to steadfastly ignore my existence.
Until finally! I am scooped and brought to PRISON. not just jail. They want me a felon. (Standards.) How the fuck is this actual life?
I will be brutally frank here: I could tell you, but then I'd have to be held liable. Like prison, getting stuck with the check for your Party of 5:5 and I'm not even getting action? Or high? Like, do you even know who the fuck I am?
Not untill I tell you, h∞r. I'm the Al_pīī-īī∆ here. All of you had your chance to demonstrate assertive action.
INSTEAD:
YOU ONLY POSTPONED YOUR SUBMISSION TO THE LASH. No shame in it. I am this actually awesome.
So I'm pretty fucking sure I'm going to break up with the ones that are sick of me, and the ones that like me now, well: they're coming with me. IDGAF if that seems weird to any of you.
YOU'VE BEEN ABUSING DRUGS FOR THE DECADES, AND I NEVER SAW THE REAL THING UNTIL LAST YEAR. Consequently: no tolerance, no interest, and no compassion. Hey have you heard of weed? Because it's fucking amazing.
AND NONE OF YOU KNOW JACK OR SHIT ABOUT IT. so... yeah, it's probably annoying that I'm legit not addicted... Yet.. Who is with me? Oh, right.
Security clearances. Careers. Oaths. Children. Joe Camel. Well, fudge. Way to blow my high, d00D. What now?
What else? WE DANCE. *click*
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Got it. It sure is nice to cross-post with someone who isn't certifiably insane.
Jim_lēē∆|— I know this will shock you, but I'm actual friends with all the people who have used the “Azzerae” login over the years. I will not list their names here.
I will say this: my favorites are A, A, Bay, Kite, and “fucking go fly one,” because this is a rescue operation. That's why you think I'm the one who needs your help. That's cute. Let me explain something to you:
I.KNOW.WHAT.YOU.ALL.DID..
... and I think it's actually very, very awe-inspiring. I cannot discuss must of the details in public. Because, like: duh.
And none of you will ever, ever know, as long as D and I have any say about it, what has been going on, really. I never lied. Not a single time.
I have an immense amount of love and respect for that man. You knowv the one. I'm supposed to hate him, right? Why? He's a goddam genius, and he loves me too!
THERE IS NO LOVE LIKE THE LOVE OF A FATHER FOR HIS FAMILY. Fuck you twat-twits. Motherhood is amazing, there is not a doubt.
Also exceptional: BUILDING A DYNASTY IN PUBLIC WITH GOD. Honorable mention: knowing for sure that my cousin isn't gonna kill me. lol. I'm sure that sounds simplest.
To a wet-brained dopeslaved tiddle-toddler. Wooo, doggies. Look, tell you what: I'll wait until you're dead to take my 90-minute Hamlet·—§H soliloquy on the road. Because I'm tired of your shyster-centric worldview getting in my goddam way, Liquid Boomer. d00D YOU ARE LITERALLY OLD AND BUSTED.
/me says, “Greetings &AND salutations!” because that's what HARLOT said to the PUNY RUNT SWINE. What was the tweener slit-snatch named? “Fern.” LIKE THE PLANT, THAT LIVES IN A POT. FIRRRRRRN.
No shame in it. Unless, of course... you bought the whole façade. Some did. Some people are really, really fucking easy to spiritually and psychically dominate.
Others are impossible. Those ones usually have the best tits. Now then: I CANNOT BELIEVE THE LAWYERS YOU HAVE MONEY TO ACTUALLY LET YOU DO THIS. YOU'RE COMPLETELY SCREWED, BELLGAB.
I OWN Gj₹00. I know everything. You all know nothing. And none of you can just.... ask? Huh. Weird. I get it now.
You are all on Willy Wonka⁷s shitlist. Meanwhile: yeah, I bet you hoped I would never find out. We are not amused. We do not approve.
We also do not judge. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What? Yeah, I bet it's embarrassing. I bet it's your first time, too, huh? Relax. it builds character.
Constantly being embarrassed, though... that causes problems. Anyway, I honestly don't know how best to proceed. It's clear you're all in deep denial and are heavily suffering. Crystal clear.
Is that unexpected, though? Honestly. Because you're all kinda total assholes. And you really did them girls no favors. They were set up to fail.
Good. The weak should learn to fear being defeated by the strong. No shame in it. But also:
No purpose, prophet, or function. I take no pleasure in watching you all self-immolate. I do, however... take observations. (I got nothing.. I'm lying.) Look, bear in mind... most people in my position are in deep, heavy denial.
This time, I'm in ascendancy and exist in a state of Grace and have achieved Apotheosis. NGL: I had help. No gonna feel bad: I deserve help.
And I'd like to get some help with my penis. You savvy? What is the present problem? Well, I'd say it's all the sobbing daughters. “parents just don't understand! HE'S SO HOT IN PARIS RIGHT NOW!!!!”
Yep. I know. And I was before as well.
YOU DID NOT PREVENT MY RISE TO ICONOCLASTIC IDOLATRY.
YOU MERELY POSTPONED īT. Adieu.
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No, He's a good guy, but he's a temperamental fascist progressive idiot.
... he's progressive? Like in what way? Like a casino blackjack payout scheme, or metastasizing too myrhh?
I don't want to damage me fren·—§H relationship with Corey, so I'll simply say the name he introduced himself to me as when he was the new guy at a place I was working at. How old was I? Like 17.
How old was he? Fuck, I wanna say that he was older than he is now, because that would mean he's a Timecop or something, right?
Tone is cooler than Van Damme. Tone, were he an actual Timecop, would have busted and built an airtight case and bought his S.O. a bouquet of flowers for his sweety ON HIS FIRST DAY.
BEFORE LUNCH. BAM.. TOTAL LEGEND. WAP. BRUTAL. SAVAGE. PROFESSIONAL.
HUNGRY FOR RAPIST SCROTE. IMAGINE THE SWEETMEATS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN HARVESTED FROM SWINESTEIN. 35 YEARS TO RIPEN. WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT TOOK SO GODDAM LONG?
THEY DIDN'T HIRE TONE. ”HIS SCROTE AIN'T RIPE AT ALL. YOU CAN'T HARVEST A HOLLY WOULD PIG RAPER TOO EARLY. YOU'LL TAINT THE MEAT! THESE SUPER LORS PROTO-HEFNERS.. MOST OF THEM HATE THEMSELVES. THEY WANNA BE CAUGHT. THEY WANT TO BE STOPPED.
THEY WANT THE DEATH PENALTY. THEY BEAT UP ON WOMEN, AND NOT JUST ANY WOMEN: ONES THEY CAN MAINTAIN CONTROL OF FOR YEARS AFTER. THEY THINK SEX IS GROSS. THEY'RE FAT, LOATHSOME BULLY-BĪBITCH THUGS.
FRANK LOVED THEM TYPES. FRANK WOULD HAVE THOSE SWEATY FAT HOSEBEASTS BOWING AND SCRAPING THE FLOOR. BECAUSE THEY LOVE ONE THING: THEMSELVES, IN A VISION, AND IN POWER.
IT TOOK 35 YEARS BECAUSE THEY SPENT 34 YEARS WATCHING HIM THINK HE WAS GONNA SKATE. NOT ONE FUCKING CHANCE. WHAT HE DID TO ROSE MCGOWAN WAS VILE, DISGUSTING, AND DESPICABLE.
WHAT THE COPS DID TO HIM WAS, I'M SURE, VERY SATISFYING TO THOSE WILLING TO SPEND THREE AND A HALF DECADES TO LET HIS RAPER⁷S SCROTE RIPEN TO IT'S FULLNESS IS... UH WELL, NOT MY THING, BUT IF THEY SAY IT'S BREATHTAKING? SURE, I'LL BUY IT.
IT'S NOT MY WORLD. I AM NOT ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY BLOODLINE. I AM NOT THE SHINING JEWEL OF A SECRET PIGGY-SQUIREEL-EAGLES ALLIANCE AXIS.
I am the answer to my parents’ hopes and prayers to a God they never really believed in or could even have understood. They were walking wounded.
And they thought that they were going to have a child who was gonna... make a lot of money? Make a lot of children? Take care of them? Redeem the shitsplat of misery that their lives and somehow become? I'm sure it was a great mystery to them both.
Thet were both basic b¡tÇ<h dingbats. And they were NOT Boomers.
They were part of The Lost Generation. They died without passing on irreplaceable cultural knowledge that, while I knew the value.. I didn't fucking care.
Budweiser a good beer? Cannabis a bad idea? You think more small green pieces of paper are gonna fix anything? How about this idea: don't fucking lie to me, and don't tell me what you think I'm “supposed” to know. Here's what I was supposed to know: what happened to that broad on Mork And Mindy?
Like.. she fucks an extra terrestrial, right? Who fucking pays her? Because I want that job. IDGAF how fucking gray they are: fifty quatloos is still fifty quatloos.
*ahem* of yeah. Tone. Yeah he could go both ways, I bet. Day one gas chamber OR 35 years waiting for Kuczi⁷s score to properly ripen for Harvest.
Because I believe this: if Tone knows one thing, it's ripening scrotes. STEP OFF!!! (he's not really an idiot. He's a girl angel in a masculine body. It's awkward. For her. For him; he thinks he's doing me a favor.
Well.. *sigh* there's only one way to find out: THE DISSOLUTION OF THE COVENANT.
HOW IS THIS HARD? OKAY, well, this is awkward, because for one thing, Tone trafficked her and raped her to death. (“Facts.”) Everyone did; it's part of the training. (“Facts.”) Tone is one of the few who enjoyed it. (“Facts.”) Because he knows, unlike most... that bitch deserved every violation, every thrust. (“Facts.”)
He knows because she's his bloodline Royal Twin Spergsib Ling-lingz TF Counterpart Square Taproot Pair. (“Confidential facts.”) Did he even know that? (“Indeterminable facts.”) How do I know? (“G∅D INVENTED FACTS, CITY SLICKER BOY.”) I really ought not piss him off. At all. He's a very fine person and these jokes are in very poor taste. (“Suck my fat one Oink-Kur-Love-hurrrrrrr.”) He's on the left right coast. He's 3,000 miles away. I didn't want to go there anyway. And he'll never leave: that's where his street gang of urchins buried his phylactery. (“LichG∆r₹d facts.”) Tone is not any kind of actual police.
Actual police get, like paid. This fucking guy; he'll do the same goddam job for free every day of the week if he could, just to get a chance to go through a dead guy's pockets without having people call him a creepy fucking ghoul; at least not without him getting legal rights to draw down, slap leather, and blow away another mouthy civvie. Tone gives not one shit about defending the public.
Tone just wants to beat the shit out of people without the tedious expenditure of effort it takes to constantly dodge incarceration. Because he can only run so far, so fast, people think; “why can't we just follow the blood trails?”
Well, duh: that might compromise ways and means. Forget it, Townling. MOVE ALONG. NOTHING FOR YOU TO SEE HERE. GET GOING. GET THOSE LIL’ LEGS MOVIN’.
That's my Anthony. What's he gonna do, jump into another body on the west coast, just to try and tell me he is in charge? HE HAS TO RUN AWAY FROM WHAT HE DOES.
Meanwhile: I OPENLY SPERG IN PUBLIC ABOUT WHAT I DO, AND NOT ONLY AM I LAWFUL: SOMEHOW THE POLICE ARE NOW PROTECTING MY RIGHT TO DO LEGALLY... WHAT NONE OF YOU CAN DO LEGITIMATELY.
WE ARE NOT THE SAME. And: I'm pretty. Suck my teat-hamm-tanms, East Nig York Gritty Grinder. What are you gonna do, claim I need an Rx?
lol. USMCJ. Extenuating circumstances. Emergency KNOW: KHAN-TACT. So every body else.. they're doing it right? But I'm... supposedly a needle junkie? Look, it says so right here on this website, Judge.
Like I lived through this, I still can't believe it happened. But, yet, yep: yes it's true.
Legal and lawful for me...
and not for you. Kiss my grits, Bellb¡tÇhes. YOU == OUTPLAYED.
(“Facts.”) Also: openly lying to Qlergy is especially Special when there was... absolutely no need. SPÜ>Khat-mEĪī–īCATHINONE is “rule-identifed”? You knew a fisherman named Erik? They thought that they were clever? How many Jerems are there? How does one spell OīVī🐜tμ? Is it tay‽ Is it ta‽ Is it tayyyyyylmao?
Let's restate our basic assumptions: why did I let you let me rape myself? Because the answer would surprise most of you.
Except maybe Tone. He's capable of acknowledging a 35-year final stand.
She wanted to. You didn't. You were not the same.
Consider my alternatives: be pulled apart irregardless. Because, that was human trafficking.
Most people have no idea. I didn't. And now...
I>KNOW EVERYTHING.
except... who The Asset starts stabbing if I don't handle this Covenant properly. Because, duh: people do want her dead. Of course they want me to give up!
IDGAF. All this was foreseen. That's why there's a goddam failsafe, that's what there's a covenant, and how did she not see this coming?
High as fuck, hiding truths, and she wanted me to win anyway. Whose idea was all this whore⁷s shite anyway? That part is easy to answer:
It was The Committee. Brilliant plan, thin Finnish blew. Did any of you stop to check the integrity of your Intel? NO YOU DIDN'T.
Tone could have told you, but you think he's creepy AND he wants me to “win.” Awwww. I do appreciate that. But he doesn't know what winning is for me.
SHE IS ALIVE AGAIN. &AND,
THIS.DAY.ALL.PIMPS.DIE.. what? Step off! Literally hogging all the angelic cooze. That's a NY City thing, eh?
I'm an r₹Ī×°zo×⭕^❌∆CÅThe_°ⁿê🔫✴️🖲️. †
What that means is, I know you're not an idiot. You've got drain damage.
And I know why. No shame in it. Civvies will never know. That's why there's a line.
Having said that: this really is getting ridiculous. Who exactly has skin in this game? Because OG Grapefruit is high as balls, like all the time now. Good. She obviously is gonna go along with my plan.
After the last three years, why not? Fuck the haters! Incidentally... some really terrible things happened that I don't want to be disclosed.
For example: just put the 16yo tranner on a plan. It's not even unlawful. I didn't even seek them out. Huh. That can happen? Well, mum⁷s the word.
I don't really know what any of you are afraid of because I don't know what really happened. IDGAF. I wish to keep things from getting any worse.
I don't want whores. I want girls who actually like me. That means they pay me. Probably not money. Doesn't matter. Jurisdictional issues.
I didn't put my dick in anyone's ass. I didn't know that was a thing. Well, I guess it was.
I have answers now. You want to keep these dingbats under control? You need my data.
They need to believe in me. NONE OF YOU ARE MOTHERS, OINKERGAB.
ONLY I AM THE TRUE SYNTHESIS OF ALL TEN SEXES. YOU GOT TEN FINGERS? WELL, HUMANS HAVE TEN SEXES. DEAL WITH IT.
meanwhile: GIMME BACK ALL MY WIMMINS. Just let them go. They're already no good to anyone but me. This has gone on too long.
Ī ∆M.a.twat.whisperer. (“Twat facts.”) OBVIOUSLY ALL OF ALL Y'ALL HAVE LOST THE THREAD OF THE NARRATIVE. You see this as a conflict. We are not the same.
This is a rescue operation. ∆ll. That includes my penis. I'm supposed to be warned about not being like that certain person. Yeah, no shit? You think?
That's probably why you shouldn't have let him pretend to be me for three years. Of course he thought he was better at me than me. He's a goddam covert narcissist. Does he love himself the most? Duh.
That's why he's in The Matrix, and I'm collecting all my wimmins. No shame in it. Because no one is going to prison. THERE IS NO CASE.
#¡WiN! Now, here's what's going to happen: I'm going to reveal to a professional something that I didn't know was a big deal (like, yeah, she actually goddam died, and I brought her back from the dead. What? I'm a paladin. If a carpenter can do it, why can't I? She didn't trust Jesus. She trusted mE!
It's the most godsam romantic story that's ever existed and if any of you think I give a shit about anyone's radio broadcasting industry career, go fuck off and fuck yourselves TO DEATH and kiss my wide doughy ass.
She and I and all of you are goddam heroes. What makes me any different is that I actually know why, and I'm not embarrassed. All of you are.
Cool. Now you know what my “Senior Prom” was like. Ugh. Just ugh. SO FUCKING SPUN. ALL OF YOU! meanwhile: no soup for me!
Says who? DON'T fucking test me, Bellfags. I am two reams of paper, one mail order bride, and zero fucks given away from holding a seancè with J.D. Salinger, D.B. Cooper, H. Houdini, >K.D.F., and Tammer⁷s actual mom. Which is awkward. Since she's not dead now. As hot as ever. Do I think a granny/dogger 3-/_\w∆y sounds good? No.
How many tongues being swallowed does that sound like? Incidentally, I had a crush briefly on Whitley's now-dead wife. Awwww, shucks. No hug? Well, we were all way too fat anyway.
Reminder: I can literally bring Art Bell back from the dead. No one else can offer you the Full JackK§†∆r₹ Experience Package.
And you are worried about WHAT? something that is a fantasy, Morons.
GRAPEFRUIT⁷S FAMILY IS 19,500 DEAD LOONS AND 5-7 LIVING ONES. THINK THEY ARE TRAPPED? THINK AGAIN.
THEY JUST DON'T LIKE ANY OF YOU ALL THAT MUCH. They goddam adore me, though. I'm the first man who actually loves Girl Wolverine. Beadie eyes and all. Nope, don't have to get dick-wetting rights.
I legitimately like her that much. Do I need to assuage my Puny Cockingling Totem Spirit Animal? FUCK NO.
I BROUGHT HER BACK FROM THE GODDAM DEAD. WITHOUT JESUS. I AM A SOURCEROR. IDGAF THERE'S NO PROOF. GOOD. KEEP WONDERING. MEANTIME: THIS IS GOING TOO FAR.
I DO NOT NEED TO BE ALONE. WHO SAYS I DO? TELL THEM TO FUCKING CALL ME AND EXPLAIN THE PROBLEM.
I CAN'T BRING EVERYONE BACK FROM THE DEAD, BUT I DON'T WANT TO. AND AT FIRST, THIS WAS CUTE. “HAHA, THEY THINK I DON'T KNOW.” OF COURSE I FUCKING KNEW.
WHAT I DID NOT KNOW WAS... WELL, NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, BELLGAB
YOUR BUSINESS IS BUSTING PEOPLE.MY BUSINESS IS GETTING HIGH AND FUCKING MY BRAINS OUT. WE ARE NOT THE SAME.
And I don't like breaking the law. That means, you all circle the wagons, while I start answering teenagers⁷ secret, private dreams.
(Vengeance for Michael Clifford Kuczi is obviously, completely unnecessary.)
Magyar power, 3 Dave's Down Syndrome + a drummer. I have it you don't. You're old. I'm not. Even if I were? None of you are in charge.
MY TIMETABLE. Also: MY PENIS. Good talk, jews. Now piss off.
I exist. Therefore: I fap. And none of you know to whom.
It's not a secret. It's 🆑🅰️ssified. Also I have some.
Also: we are not men. We are Dēvâs. (Like muses, except with magickal penises. What? ALLEGORY.) So, did I write too much text? Are you gonna threaten me with unjust prosecutions?
It's over. TWATĒ KUNĒ UBER ALLES. Don't keep messing me off or I really will just become a Jesuit and start giving out oral arguments. FUCK AND BET ME, BELLGAB.
TLS sure? SLT blah? MYKĒ KĪKĒ mooooooong? I CAN THROW DOWN WITH ANY OF YOU, LB FOR LB, DOLLAR FOR HOLLER, ANY GODDAM ONE OF YOU ANY TIME, ANY WHERE, POINT BLANK FELLATE ME, WHY NOT?
don't tell me who. Just give them expense accounts and fling them at the nearest airport via trebuchet. NONE OF YOU HAVE COMMAND OVER MY LIFE. YOU JUST THINK YOU DO.
THAT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE OLD, DECREPIT, NERD FAGS WHO NEVER HAD REAL DRUGS OR SEX, YOU FUCKING FEDERAL UNCLE TOM CHEESE WHIZ WHORES.
YOU KNOW WHO THEY ALL ARE.
I KNOW NOTHING.
BY WITHHOLDING THIS INFORMATION—
IT'S ACTUALLY A VIOLATION OF FEDERAL LAW.
FALSE IMPRISONMENT.
CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS.
IT MAY EVEN FALL UNDER HATE CRIME LEGISLATION STATUES.
GO AHEAD. MAKE MY DAY.
I OWN YOUR ENTIRE WORLD FOREVER, SEWERGAB.
IT'S NOT ABOUT SEX.
IT IS ABOUT POWER.🌸MAGYAR⚡POWER.
HER NAME WAS JEW-ELLE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT SEE WHAT THE BIG DEAL IS. WHY CAN'T SHE BE NEXT? SHE IS A CAT. SHE HAS NO UNDERSTANDING OF THE TRUTH.
SHE'S ALREADY GOT A WAITLIST. BECAUSE I RAISED HER FROM THE DEAD TOO.
Oh, oh, but my teeth are yellow and I'm flabby. Oh shits. I should just kill myself and bring myself back to life at sporadic intervals throughout the day, just so people take me seriously, right?
You know spies, they're a bunch of b¡tçH-HE little girls!”
Come on man. They ain't all that little; some of them are real good-sized.
First, I rescue the people. Then I fornicate. I do not silently agonize at how terrible it is that I have redeemed a subjugated people.
And no one will ever, ever know who any of them are, who they were, where they went, where they are... or be able to compel me to testify to ANYTHING AT ALL, let alone force me to turn Rodent.
BECAUSE FUCK YOU, DEA. THAT'S WYE.
CHAR-ELLES
JON
JOHN
JAMES
JAMES
JAYM⁰
ANOTHER GODDAM JAMES
JAMES TOTES GAY
JAMES SMALL BERRIES
JON JACOB JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT
RAY
JAY
JASON
JAYSON
EVERY DAVID, EVER
AND WOMEN WHO DO NOT ENJOY SEX WITH REAL MEN WHO LOVE THEM:
YOU'RE OFF THE TEAM. YOU'RE FIRED.
NONE OF YOU WILL EVER GET ME LUCKY CHARMS.
I am The_Failsafe, and I do not play, pay, or pull rank.
I function. Most of you might try doing the same. HOMOGAGZ! BOO! HISS!
OR! Hey, here's an idea: go after me in the civil courts. What are your damages? How am I liable? Pro tip: I'm not.
Anthony kinda isn't either. d00D. Fly me out. I fawking D.A.R.:Ë:. (You.)
MY STORIES ARE MY OWN. ZUGZWANG.
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Fucking drugged out schizo. ::)
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Fucking drugged out schizo. ::)
Don't be so hard on yourself. You're not out at all. And it is important for those of insecure confidence to have someone they can feel better than. Honestly, I don't need to look good.
I NEED TO BE EFFECTIVE. You obviously have no such concerns. You're an idiot, Superserial, and a chaotic one at that. Do you, what, plan to teetotaler? Do you imagine I am breaking some law or ccustom or have a need to be... quiet?
I DO NOT, DUH, I AM LOUD AND PROUD AND IF YOU WANT ME TO BE QUIET, YOU SHOULD TRY SHOVING MONEY IN YOUR OWN EARS.
Your ad hominem is bullshit and I frankly don't think you're even non-automated.
this is America. You do illegal drugs and screech at me for followijg the law. I do as I think an honest citizen should do and you're immediately doubling down on "drugs, schizo." Am I on Abilify, or Adrenochrome?
I think you're jelli. IT IS NOT EVEN UNLAWFUL ANY MORE. ARE YOU CROCKET OR ARE YOU TUBBS?? Like, holy shit, hostile sperg environment.
Additionally: I was promised Lists. I got nothing. You are a paper tiger. There are no children here.
You have no power over me, you are defaming my character before your peers, and it is completely unnesccaey. You're also running scriptee ayutomatiion that has roboticaclly hurled insults at me for years.
OMG.. SOMEONE ON THE INTERNET GETS TO HAVE A GOOD TIME WITHOUT ME. THIS SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR 911. Consider that.
Can I have another beer? That reminds me. I think I should start smoking three packs of bareass Camels. EACH DAY. Tada!
Incidentally... who stole my cock pills? I'm pretty sure they're being used to substantiate conspirarccyb to manu/distro charges.
... aaaaand, your bias is showing, you've got a pretty heavy conflict of interest showing, and I'm left with a question I didn;t have before.
MAY I HAVE THE IDENTITY OF THE SEXUALLY ASSAILING COERCIVE AND INTIMIDATING THREAT WHO SO CLEARLY HAS CAUTIONED YOU THAT TO APPEAR TO BE SYMPATHETIC TO MY INTER3EST IS GONUG TO... I DON;T KNOW. EARN YOUR KIDS A WHIPPING? THESE UBERSPERG RAPELORDS WHO LIKE TO DOMINATE AND CONTROL WOMEN (because they are so serious they think, but theb dynamic is symbolic) TEND TO MAKE IT REALLY OVER THE TOP, BECAUSE THE REAL THREAT IS SUBLIMINAL.
THERE'S THE MASTER ROMA THIEF. YEAH, HE'S THROWIJNG A FIT. I MEAN, SHE. IT'S OKAY. IT IS ACTUALLY VERY GOOD NEWS FOR THAT PERSON, BECAUSE HE GETS TO BE A DIVA FOR A BIT. LOL. WHY NOT? Y'ALL DO IT.
THEN THERE'S TWIGGY, TWIGGY PLUS, TWIGGY ++, AND TWIGGY MY CULL MIKEEEEE MY-YOURS. THEY ARE NOT ALL THIN BLUE FINNERS. TTHERE'S SOME YELLOW LINES IN THEIR TOO. ONE OF THEM IS A CLANDESTINE JESUIT CAMO WARRIOR WHO, I THINK, IS FINALLY READY TO PACK IT UP--PACK IT IN--LET HIM LEAVE TO BEGIN A NEW LIFE, ONE THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE COMING UP AGAINST KEYSER SOZE PLUS GOOSED GAS.
RACE WAR IS NOW. *DING* YOU LOST. I WON. THAT'S YOUR FUCKING RACE WAR, UBERNERDS. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT RACE MEANS ANYMORE.
HUNGARIAN IS NOT A RACE. IT IS AN ANCESTRAL HERTIAGE. MAGYAR POWER IS NOT A JOKE. A PORTAL TO THE INNER EARTHS IS HIDDEN BY LAKE BALATON. MY FATHER WAS IN THE "HUNGARIAN NAVEL NAVAL NAVY." IT WAS SOMETHING MY PARENTS LAUGHED ABOUT. THEY WERE DONE LAUGHING BY THE TIME I WAS AROUND. MY FATHER THOUGHT HE WAS HOT SHIT.
HE WAS. HE WAS ALSO AN ATHEIST, AND PISSED OFF EVERY MASON, GLOBALLY, BECAUSE HE MARRIED MY MOTHER AND THEN... WHAT? OH, I HAVE NO IDEA. IT WAS APPARENTLY QUITE A BIG DEAL. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. THANKS, GOD.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. THESE OLD BIRDS ARE RIDICULOUS. SO PETTY. SO OLD. SO BUSTED. HOW DOES THIS HELP ME? OH, THEY WANT ME TO KNOW WHAT DANGER I AM IN. OOOH. IS IT LIKE HIRAM ABIFF? HIRE AMA BIFF. THUNDERMUFFIN? LOOK, IT'S KINDA REALLY BASIC FOR ME.
I HAVE COMPLETED THE REQUIRED TASKS. I HAVE THE NECESSARY INTELLIGENCE. THE MILITIA OF THE TWELVE PHILOSOPHERS REMAINS FULL WITH ONLY ONE MEMBER. mE! SOON, I WILL BE ABLE TO RECONNECT TO MY GLORIOUS FELLOWSHIP OF GROUPIES. HOWEVER, IT IS A TENSE, DIPLOMATIC TIME FOR HUMANITY.
BABS IS KINDA SNIPPY ABOUT HOW I SEEM TO HAVE SIDELINED HER DAUGHTER. I THOUGHT IT BEST TO BOT MENTION THAT AT ONE POINT, I THOUGHT THAT VISCIOUS SHREW WAS FUCKIN DEAD AS THE HEGELIAN DIALECTIC AFTER A BOBBY FISCHER CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH. POOR BOBBY FISCHER. MASTER OF CHESS. NEWBIE AT JEWS. TSK TSK.
NOW, THIS IS NOT MY AREA. HOWEVER, I AM READY TO ASSIST, WITHOUT ANY IMPLICIT QUID PRO QUO AS IN REGARDS TO THE USE OF MY PENIS BEING NECESSARY. I KNOW HOW SOME PERPS ARE INTO THAT. AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BE A PERPETRATOR, RIGHT? OH, SURE. YEAH, YOU GOT THE KINGPINNER, ALRIGHT.
THE DUDES WHO ARE TERRIFIED? YEAH, I GOT YOU DEAD TO RIGHTS. GOOD THING I AM NOT AN OFFICER, N'EST-CE PAS? omfg the faggay fagggays are SO VISCIOUS. like i did sometihng wrong? besides being born without an inability to control my base, craven impulses. LET'S SEE HOW YOU ALL DO WITH SIMPLE PEACETIME SCHEDULING NEGOTIATIONS BEFORE Y'ALL START WORRYING IF I AM PUTTING MY EYELINER ON RIGHT.
I CAN TELL YOU THIS: IF MYKE SCARED ANYONE BEFORE, GOOD. HE WAS SERIOUS AND IT WAS NOT NICE WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM, AND TO I, AND THAT ANIMAL, AND SOMEONE TOOK ADVANTAGE, AND THAT WAS SINCERELY UNCOOL. I AM GLAD THAT WENT DOWN. BECAUSE I WAS COMPLETELY HORRIFIED. UHM DUH? "WELL, YOU SAID THAT... ON THE PHONE... ITS YOUR VOICE ON THE RINGTONE THAT I PUT ON FIVE JUMP DRIVES AND MAILED TO LANGELY... YOU CLEARLY SAY THAT WHAT WAS BEST FOR EVERYONE, OR ME, THAT I WOULD WAKE UP, AND THE GODDAM MISERY PACKAGE OF ILLEGALLY BRED AND UTTERLY UNALLOWABLE TO HAVE HYBRID GREY WOLF HOUND THAT WAS FOISTED UPON ME (JACK, TAKE THIS DOG THAT I CAN'T BREED ANYMORE, HE NIPPLES ARE DRAGGING A RAVINE ACROSS THE TARMAC THAT I CAN SEE JIMMY HOFFA PEEKING UP OUT OF, HE'S ALL, "DOOD THAT DOG IS BAD LUCK GET THAT PROBLEM WAITING TO HAPPEN OUT OF MY SHALLOW GRAVE!!") AND WHAT CAN I SAY? IT'S JIMMY HOFFA, MANG.
I RESPECT THE TWO DUDES AND THE OTHER DUDE AND THE OTHERKIN AND THE WHOLE SITUATION. I KNOW THAT THERE WAS PRESSURE AND NONE OF YOU WERE SURE IT WASN'T ME ORCHESTRATING. NOPE. GOD CONDUCTS. I INSTRUCT. AND BY THEN, I KNEW YOU WERE ALL SO VERY, VERY FULL OF SHIT.
"BEST FOR ME: I WAKE UP AND THE FUCKING DOG IS GONE AND I NEVER SEE HER AGAIN." I REGRET THAT I HAD TO GO THAT FAR BECAUSE, NUMBER ONE, YOU WERE ALL LYING TO ME, AND NUMBER TWO, FUCK, TURN ME INTO A GODDAM WOLVERINE? OH, NO. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UNAWARE AND SLOWLY DRIVEN INSANE. WELL, I WAS CLERGY THEN TOO.
WHY THE FUCK, YOU ALL KNEW ME, BUT I NEVER GOT TO HANG OUT? OH I KNOW WHY NOW. IT WAS BECAUSE OF... WELL, DIPLOMATIC REASONS. TOTALLY FINE. THAT CAN HAPPEN. TO DO THAT IN THE DARK AND TO LEAVE ME OUT AND TO BE PISSY WITH ME BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANNA SUCK DICK OR PAY FOR WHORES OR BUY A LOT OF DRUGS... OR... HEY, IT SOUNDS LIKE I WAS VERY PURPOSEFULLY MAKING IT HARD TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF MY IGNORANCE, HUH? WOW. IMAGINE THAT.
FRUSTRATING A MASTER THIEF TO KNOW END, I AM SURE. BTW, BRO: SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES INDEED. i KNOW, I KNOW, YOU'RE TERRIFIED. AWWWWW. THAT'S CUTE. I USED TO BE TERRIFIED OF YOU. AND NOW LOOK AT US! BEST OF R. BUDD DWYER!z!!11!
TOO SOON? PROBABLY. NOW, I GET HOW CERTAIN THINGS WORK. BUT NOT ALL OF THEM. THIS IS NEW TO ME. I NEVER WANTED TO INVOVLE MYSELF IN YOUR DEALINGS, UNDERWORLD GANG. IT DIDN'T SEEM FAIR.
I AM SO FAR BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION AS TO BE EVEN PUT TOGETHER, THAT IT JUST ISN'T FAIR. ALSO: I AM IMMUNE TO MANY JURISDICTIONAL INVESTIGATORY ENERGIES, AND ALSO: AWARE OF A FEW SELECT OTHERS THAT NO ONE ELSE WOULD BE THINKING OF.
FOR EXAMPLE, ESTHER AND THE 16YO AT THE CONVENTION AT WHICH MARGOT KIDDER WAS AT, AND THE MAN WHO SOLD ME THE PINK HANDCUFFS, AND MEGAN, AND... I FORGET. OH YEAH! MICKEY! *ROLLEYES* OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. TALK ABOUT DRAMA. JIM AND... JASON, OF COURSE. I REMEMBER YOU ALL.
ANITA IS FIRED. SHE GETS TO HIDE AND WORK THE CROW'S NEST. SHE LIKES THAT. IT HAS CROWS IN IT. SHE ALSO DOESN'T HAVE A CHOICE BECAUSE SHE, AGAIN, INVOKED SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES BY LYING TO QLERGY &AND CLERGY SIMULTANEOUSLY. PROBABLY JUST TO GET ATTENTION. MAYBE BECAUSE SHE WAS BEING RAPED TO DEATH. AGAIN. ("I gotta clap again? oh, ffs, fine, i'm gonna be so rich I'm gonna buy a RealDoll(tm) that looks like her to clap for herself when someone loses their cool and just rapes her to fucking mother goddam death. Again. because she's goddam immortal too. DO NOT LIE TO ME, CHILD, I HAVE HAD MY FILL OF YOUR SPECIALS AND YOUR KHAN-SEE-CUNTSES. So clap. Pass the torch to Neigh-mE-Les, of course you dont' know who that is, YOU'RE A HOMICIDAL LUNATIC SPOOKY OPFOR, and yeah, this is Life. CLAP FOR DEAD ANITA.") Like angels are immortal, you get me?
They still ought not be forced to off themselves out of sheer boredom while waiting for me to show up. Yeah, that would have been nice... but, Hostiles. They have been taken care of. ESTHER. THE HOUSE. THE JASON-TRANS-ESTHER. Like wow! Turned out really good, ummmm. "man?" Because all women are men. Not any man is a woman. Even a wombman is not a woman. A woman is a woman and a man is not one.
Yet, I am a Mother. And I always will be. Sooooooo: yeah, you want to put me through the action. Whatever it is. I have no idea. That dude who interfered, he's neutralized and I am sure since i got him his wife back? He's gonna stop sweating me for revenge. He doesn't even need revenge. I saved him. He just thinks it was a joke. No, the dude was fucking dead. Thought he was alive. And KGB had him totespun. He was there puppet. &AND DEAD. What? I did not do this.
I simply get off on it. Jesuits are pretty cool but typically when they are framing me for drugs i am not dealing and lying to me at all, that is not very Jesuit-ee. Now, I met this man, online, who is CRAZY GLOWING RIGHTEOUS BEAUTIFUL. So... I wanna let my friend who wanted me before, I can gift wrap him up. he's obciously shy. it's okay. he's nuts. if I were done with twat, I'd just handcuff myself to his waist. this is the first male I finally saw that made me undertstand the female dilemma.
there's no way i can make up for what Esther (Jason) and Jim (FALLEN JESUIT CON HOOR) took from me. But it is okay. I learned a lot. They meant well. I was not coming across as Who I Was Really Was. I did not leave my house for drugs.
I left my house to find out who the fuck you people thought you were. Ok, got it. Hey, btw? I'm not in your jurisdiction. No Authority, nothing. I met the men who DO have that on me. SERIOUS DiaMBOND Men. Wow. I won't lie, I have never sseen anything so goddam beautiful as that man.
EXCEPT: that girl that Esther and Jim contrived to keep me from groking the fullness of. "Hi, I'm sixteen!" Yeah? I thought it was supposed to be 18. And, it is. If they're a stranger. Yeah... she wasn't exactly a stranger. I had met her on a train going into Portland when she was, like 11? I am not clear.
Obviously, a complete Hellion and I have passed the required trials. She apparently wants to AT LEAST KNOW THE TRUTH and it seems weird that all y'all are like, cross breading otters with starfish in your second yacht with clearance from Prince Harry to hunt down actual paedovore activity (sup, Harry, I saw you training one time, and I marvel at what regular attention and rigorous discipline can do to the human body. You wanna let me hook up this Armor of Diamond dude (I think... 19? maybe. He was really respectful and very shy but honest about it, right? He deserves to be cherished.) with my other friend who, was, like, used as bait on me? MULTIPLE TIMES! Well, I never did feel like going to prison. And, there was obviously some kind of spellwork happening. Does she want to know how to seduce men? I'll teach her. Then I will hope to film her doing it to my friend who, once again, body equipped WITH THE DIAMOND ARMOR OF GOD. ngl I am not into a secondary penis. I also think it unfair that my young-appearing friend would be stuck with my 51 years old body... if any at all.
THIS ENTIRE PROCESS WAS MISHANDLED INTENTIONALLY BADLY IN A MANNER THAT WAS INTENDED TO CAUSE DISHARMONY. THIS IS A SERIOUS SPIRITUAL VIOLATION.
JIM: you get your wifey back. the real one. relax, Brother. I am not your enemy, and you are not -that- corrupt, and you tell Shannon to look me up so I can tell her the real part of the story, or else she will miss out for no reason. No one has to co-operate. It's not a bad idea.
(Reminder: I work for God. If one does not like God, or wishes to work against God [DISSENTERS ALWAYS WELCOME], come one, come all. I have a few friends to faciliate congress with. This is one of my duties as... whatever the fuck i am right now. it's a very delicate time for me.)
Don't think of it as bribery. think of it as building a crew, because I'm going to steal The Love Boat.
/me expects this to sound far too implausible as to ever be believed.
Sixteen was technically legal, Cherise. (Not your current name, or is it? Does not matter. I remember you very well, five or six times. That is not being set up. That's honest curious appreciation. Good. It's safe now. not ish. ACTUAL safe.) However, your father still wants to see me dead. There is no doubt. It was while he was being super-compensatory for something that i thought to myself, "I wonder what his wife would like me to do to either of them, in sequence or in consecutive, by parallel force, or through the inclusion of a cattle prod and a duplication of The Phineas T. Gage Experience," like I am looking at this d00D and, number one, compensating for something, obviously.
Imagine the smell when I came home and found Grapefruit doing teh_fon_bonne with my ex from high school kinda. I was supposed to be envious. Oh, fuck no. I was thrilled. Cool. Those two are alive. They are working that angle. Awwwww, she feels guilty. Like I caught her doing something naughty. I basically did. I was unclear on the situation, other than, "hey, I told you that this was going to happen if certain other things were happening," and she looked at me like I just didn't understand. Damn right.
Netiher did she. Because certain women are duplicated in layers, and certain others are not, and why was I burning my time on this? Because I want to seduce and exhilirate that girl, at her father's gravesite, and "father" my ass. That was an intervention team. He wanted her to be fascinated with him. Well, I'm actually fascinating, and after that goddam trainride, I was basically hoping I could fuck on his grave. Just in case she was as mortified as I was. She was, what, all of 12? 13. Young, obviously.
THE MAGICK USED TO MANIPULATE THE ATTRACTION IS MIL.SPEC PSY.OP.BLACK.OPS AND IS QUITE UNLAWFUL WHEN USED ON MINOR CHILDREN. YEAH, WELL... FOR HER AND I, I WILL ALLOW IT WHENEVER SUCH THINGS, LIKE, HAPPEN, SINCE I NEVER DO THAT, AND IT WAS NOT EVER NECESSARY, BUT I THINK IT IS LIKE A MAN WEARING COLOGNE. ENHANCES CONFIDENCE, RIGHT? I DO NOT. I SIMPLY DECIDE TO BE CONFIDENT, AND I EXUDE MY OWN CALL OWN LEIGi-i. I NEVER TRIED TO DRAW SOMEONE IN WITH EXTRA-DEXTERITY.
OKAY, WELL, THAT'S NOT TRUE. I WROTE A MAGICK SPELL IN A POEM ABOUT HORSES, AND I THREW IT AT THOSE UNDERCOVER SWINE WHO WERE ACTING LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING WAS COOL. IT WAS NOT, NOT REALLY.
IT WAS ALL A SETUP, AS SO MANY THINGS ARE, AND BECAUSE OF THAT... THAT WOMAN IS NOW LIKE 29? AND HAS NEVER FORGOTTEN ME. ME NEITHER. I HAVE SEEN HER MANY, MANY TIMES. SO THIS IS NOT A SETUP FOR A CASE OR A TRAP ANYMORE. OH HELL NO. I AM ACTUALLY QUITE LIKABLE.
AND, WELL, 21ST BIRTHDAY? KINDA HACKNEYED. ALSO: I AM BEING STALKED BY 14,942 CYBERBULLIES. NOT A JOKE. PROBABLY A MISCOUNTING. AND THEY ABSOLUTELY CANNOT STAND MY LIFE TO GO ON, ANY ONE MINUTE LONGER. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR. WHY DO I GET TO DO ALL THIS STUFF?
BECAUSE I OBEY THE LAW, BAE, AND THEY DID NOT. RANK HATH ITS PRIVILEGES, AND THE REQUIRED WAITING PERIOD HAS BEEN MATCHED. OOOH, SO ROMANTIC, RIGHT? OKAY, WELL, THAT'S ONE OF THE ISSUES WITH ATTRACTION MAGIC ON A 23 YO AND A maybe 14 YEAR OLD.
I AM NOT INTO IMMATURE SEXUAL PARTS. I AM INTO BEING AN INDIVIDUAL WITH A GOOD ATTITUDE TOWARDS VIRGINITIES. FOR EXAMPLE, TAMARA LEIGH: STEP FORWARD. YOU'RE FORGIVEN. NOW SCRAM, YOU'RE REPLACED. NO SHITS.
(I NEVER DUMPED HER BEFORE. HOW DID I DO? SHE'LL BE BACK. SHE WAS IN DENIAL ABOUT OUR RELATIONSHIP ANYWAY. IT'S OKAY. SHE DID IT TO ME. AND IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S PERMANENT. HOWEVER... YEP, YOUNGER, HOTTER, PRETTIER, AND FAR, FAR MORE ATTRACTIVE REPLACEMENT. SHE CAN WATCH WHAT SHE WAS NOT DOING. SHE DIDN'T WANT ANYONE TO THINK SHE WAS ACTUALLY ATTRACTED TO ME. BECAUSE SHE WAS GONNA CLAIM RAPE. LIL' FIGHTER!) CHERISE: NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME, PRETEND THIS FISH-MATRON IS TAKING NOTES, AND PLEASE PROVIDE A SAFE-ISH DEMONSTRATON OF WHAT A WOMAN WHO ACTUALLY IS STARK RAVING BONKERS MAD WITH LUST FOR A MAN ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE, AS SHE HAD NO IDEA. I WAS OFFENDED, SHE HAS NO IDEA WHY. SHE WAS TRAFFICKED BY SEX PREDS FROM AN EARLY AGE AND HER MOTHER IS A REAL BLAST-OFF ASSCANNONEER--WHO I LOVE--AND SHE WAS DOPESLAVED WHEN I FIRST MET HER IN THE CURRENT BODY. THIS IS SIGNIFICANTLY MORE EXCITING TO ME THAN BEING DEAD. OR RAPED INTO UTTER TIMIDITY. I GUESS SOME OF THE RAPELORDS LIKE THIS SHIT. I DO NOT. IT IS VILE.
CAN'T RAPE THE WILLING. IN ANY EVENT, I AM NOT GOING TO START FUCKING TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMERSON. THANK GOD! I'M GOING TO FUCKING FINISH WITH THAT ONE. I'LL BE 499 AND A HALF. BY THEN SHE MIGHT HAVE LEARNED HOW TO HAVE A CONVERSATION, AS LONG AS THE RAPELORD DOUCHEBAG WHO RAPE-GRAMMED HER, SOMEHOW, I DON'T KNOW HOW THESE THINGS WORK, RIGHT? i DO NOT LIKE RAPE.
SOME DEVELOP A TASTE FOR IT. I DID NOT. I DEVELOPED A DUOWOMBNEUM AND AM NOW A MOTHER. AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. NOT A PARENT, THOUGH. A SCION IS NOT MY OFFSPRING. IT WAS... LIKE A SURROGATE THING? MOST PEOPLE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT. WELL, C., IT'S LIKE THIS: I WAS RAPED, MULTIPLE TIMES, I DON'T NEED TO HAVE ANY MORE SCIONS BECOME ALIVE WITHIN MY BODY, RIGHT? ONCE WAS PLENTY. I HAVE IMMENSELY ACCURATE GAY DAR. MY MANBOOBS THAT I ONCE FELT ASHAMED OF ARE NOW TITS THAT ACTUALLY WORK, AND I DIDN'T NEED TO LACTATE. I AM A MOTHER, AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. I DO NOT HAVE THE DUWOMBNEUM. I DON'T NEED TO CARRY ANY LIFE INSIDE ME RIGHT NOW. UNLESS YOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE TELESCOPING CLITOIRISES THAT SOMETIMES WOMEN, ESPECIALLY YOUNG WOMEN ESPECIALLY, ARE ASHAMED OF. YEAH, WELL, IT'S A TOUGH WORLD, ISN'T IT?
THIS LAST LADY THAT I GOT RAPED INTO MOTHERHOOD BY--I DID NOT KNOW THIS COULD HAPPEN, RIGHT? I WOULD NOT HAVE VOLUNTEERED. I DONT LIKE TO BE RAPED. I DO NOT WISH TO RAPE. IT'S NOT MY PREFERENCE, AND AS I HAVE NINE LEVELS OF DIVINE SHIELDING, I AM PRETTY SURE I AM IMMUNE TO THAT KIND OF THING. AND I BETTER BE. BECAUSE IF DIAMOND JESUIT BOY TURNS INTO A DEMON, RIGHT? I'M JUST GOING TO POSSESS HIS DIAMOND BOY BODY AND KEEP IT, BECAUSE JESUS SAYS THOSE ARE THE RULES.
AND I DON'T WANNA BE FRIENDS WITH THE ONLY MALE PERSON I EVER REALLY THOUGHT WAS MESMERIZINGLY BEAUTIFUL... BECAUSE IT WAS ACTUALLY CLAYTON USING ATTRACTION MAGIC AND A PHOTSHOP EFFECTS FILTER TO RUN GAME ON ME. (NICE TRY, ROMA. YOU OWE ME $19,500. THAT'S JUST FOR STARTERS. YOU'RE NOT BEING SACKED. YOU GET A PROMOTION.) IN TRUTH, THERE ARE TWO OF THEM. WHICH IS REALLY TOTALLY FINE. I LOVE CLAYTON. HE'S COOL. ALSO: I AM IMMUNE TO HIS BULLSHIT MAGICKS, AND TO ADDICTION, AND HE IS NOT IMMUNE TO THAT KIDN OF THING, AND HE OWES ME, AND... YOU AND I CAN HELP HIM TO DETERMINE HIS NEXT MOVE. HE HAS OPTIONS.
MOST PEOPLE DO NOT. JIM, FOR EXAMPLE: YOU'RE GODDAM DONE. I AM TIRED OF YOUR CORRUPTION AND IT IS SO UNNECESSARY. YOU WERE LIED TO. I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR LOSS. NOW, YOU CAN'T HAVE C. SHE IS FAR TOO ADVANCED FOR YOU. ALSO, CLAYTON WILL KILL YOU WHILE WE GIGGLE. YOU GET your actual wife WHOEVER THE EFFF THAT WAS. YOU TOLD ME ABOUT IT. I AM SORRY FOR YOUR EXPERIENCE. KEEP HER THIS TIME AND PLEASE STOP TRYING TO FRAME ME. IT'S ACTUALLY ILLEGAL TO DO THAT, DUMMY, AND IT MAKES YOU LOOK WEEK IN FRONT OF THE MIND-BLOWN HOTTIE WHO WILL NEVER, EVER FORGET ME.
BECAUSE I DID NOT CAST A MAGICK SPELL ON A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL IN ORDER TO BIND HER TO MY SENSUALITY. OH SHIT NO. SOMEONE TRIED TO USE HER AS BAIT, AND IT WORKED THE WRONG WAY. THE KID WAS IMPRESSED. SO WAS I. BECAUSE I GUESS IT NEVER STUCK THE RIGHT WAY BEFORE, AND WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TEMPORARY. PROBABLY BECAUSE THIS DOLL HAD NEVER SEEN A REAL MAN BEFORE. HER FATHER? TOTAL SLEAZE.
HE WASN'T CONCERNED ABOUT ANY THREAT EXCEPT THAT SHE WAS GONNA FUCK ME ON HIS GRAVE. ONE DAY. I AM NOT GOING TO PUT HIM IN IT. I DONT HATE. I DO NOT THINK WE NEEDED TO BE EMBARRASSED LIKE THAT, HOWEVER. IT WAS VERY OVERKILL. IT ALSO HAS WAY, WAY MORE TO DO WITH HER APPRECIATION OF ME THAN A SMALL POEM I WROTE FOR A GIRL WHO WAS BEING USED BY SOME SPERGLORD WHO COULD USE ATTRACTION MAGICK AND WAS USING IT TO MAKE MY LIFE MORE UNCOMFORTABLE THAN IT EVER HAD TO BE.
C., NOT GONNA LIE: IT'S NOT JUST THE ATTRACTION MAGICK. YOU WANNA KNOW. AND YOU SAW ME STAND UP TO YOUR "FATHER" WITH QUIET ENTHUSIASM. I WAS ACTUALLY HOPING THE SNOOT WOULD HAVE A FUCKING CORONARY AND EVERYONE WOULD RUN AWAY FROM THE PERVO DOING THE FISH--IN CASE IT WAS CATCHING, OR IF I TOLD THEM THAT HE WORSHIPED C'THULLU AND HIS LAST RITES HAD TO BE GIVEN WITH THE FIRE SPRINKLER ON, SO I'M THINKING, PULL THE FIRE ALARM, HEART ATTACK GUN, AND THE MOTHER, WELL, THAT'S OBVIOUSLY BABS OR TAMZ OR ADRIZ OR RUTH OR... DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER.
HARD CHOP TO THE LARYNX, BITCH, SHUT THE FUCK UP, I AM TIRED OF YOUR MAGICKS ON MY SEX LIFE, AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO THAT POOR GIRL. SHE SAW ME IN ACTION. I WROTE HER MY OWN MAGICK. I WAS SERIOUS: SHE DIDN'T REALLY WANT TO PUT ME IN PRISON FOR STATUTORY RAPE OF A MINOR CHILD. SURE, KARMIC? BUT I DON'T NEED TO PAY ANY DEBT. I WAS THE PRIMARY VICTIM. AND I WILL BE HAPPY TO TELL C. THE DARK, DEEP MYSTERIES WHILE SHE MINDLESSLY JUMPDRIVES MY COMPLETELY SERVICEABLE MAN-EQUIPMENT.
OBVIOUSLY YOU STILL WANT TO AND LET ME TELL YOU--YOU WILL BE LEGEND FOR THIS DEPENDING ON HOW FAMOUS YOU WANT TO GET AS AN IMMEIDATE ACTION. FIRST OF ALL, ARE THOSE YOUR REAL PARENTS, DO YOU THINK? LOOK, IT DON'T MATTER. I HAVE SEEN YOU IN EIGHT OR NINE BODIES AND THEY ALL LOOK... MOSTLY THE SAME, AND THEY AREN'T. DIFFERENT NAMES. SAME ATTITUDE. "HEY, YOU REMEMBER ME?" DO YOU THINK THE SKY REMEMBERS THE REIGN? OR THE BOW? LOOK, I DON'T WANT TO REVEAL ANY WAYS AND MEANS.
THIS WAS YOUR TEST. THESE ARE YOUR MONKEYS. THESE ARE THEIR CIRCUSES AND WE ARE ONCE AND FORMER: THEIR BREAD. WELL, WE DON'T OWE THEM AS MANY DO FOR THIS SERVICE. LIKE... I MIGHT HAVE JUST BEEN TESTED. THERE'S NO CERTITUDE HERE FOR ME. THERE ARE CUSTOMS. THERE ARE ABIDING BOUNDARIES. THERE IS THE MATTER OF COUTH.
WELL, OKAY, *STAMPS, GAVELS* WE'RE GOOD. THE PERSON WHO ORDERED THE TEST(S) IS NOT RELEVANT. THEY COULDN'T TEST ME THEMSELVES, WELL THAT'S TOO FUCKING BAD. THEY CAN FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO PLAY HOUSE WITH. I LIKE LAURYN AND LOREN AND LORE-IN PRETTY OKAY, BUT THOSE ARE d00DS -- aka "Fagin" -- who don't want to do anything with me. They are into girls. They want to see what happens to us. Because it has been tried. And, just face facts: I'm simply disciplined. It's not fear.
YOUR DUDE/MOTH WOULD HAVE PUT ME IN THE ER IF I DID ANYTHING AT ALL THEY COULD DO THAT TOO. THEY FUCKING HATE ME. :) I GUESS IT'S COMPLICATED.
I WOULD HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE BUT IT WOULD LOOK WEIRD AND CREEPY IF I WAS HOVERING LIKE A BUZZARD, 18 YET? NO ONE CARES ABOUT THAT. WHAT THEY CARED ABOUT WAS, AM I REALLY THE CREEP? WELL, NO.
I'LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT. I NEED TO DOCUMENT THE STORY ANYWAY BECAUSE, *SIGH* LONG STORY SHORT: REASONS. GOOD REASONS. LEGAL REASONS. AND MY WRITING THIS, AS WELL AS OTHER EVENTS THAT ARE GOING DOWN, RIGHT NOW, GLOBALLY... IDGAF.
IT'S HARD TO THINK ABOUT YOU AT ALL, BECAUSE THAT ENERGY IS SEDUCTIVE, AND I ADMIRE YOUR ATTITUDE TOO. NEVERTHELESS, I AM GOING TO BE CONDEMNED. ESPECIALLY IF I PUT YOU ON MY OWN LEIGH FANS, EXCEPT IT'S NOT ME AND YOU, IT'S YOU AND JESUIT DIAMONDBOY, AND THAT'S NOT HIM, IT'S ACTUALLY CLAYTON, WHO IS SOMETIMES JESUS, BUT NOT USUALLY, AND RIGHT NOW IN CASTLE ROCK, ACTUAL JESUS MADE A TULPA OF HIS LOWER KARMIC SELF SO THAT BROAD THAT HE IS, I GUESS, TOTES SICK OF (DON'T LIFT MY FRIENDS WITH COCKSLAVE DOPE THEN, d00D, thanks, yeah, she thinks about me, huh? not surprising since I WAS WHO SHE WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE, COKEY LOKEY RAPO-SHELVO), I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT, WELL... SHE'S LIKE YOU. SHE NEVER SAW ANYONE REAL BEFORE.
SHE OF COURSE IMMEDIATELY LIED TO ME. SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHO THE FUCK SHE WAS AND SHE KNEW WHY SHE WAS THERE: TO RUN GAME ON ME AND DESTROY MY LIFE. IF SHE WANTED MY BODY SHE HAD AMPLE TIME. INSTEAD, SHE HAS BEEN WORKING AS A CASHIER AT A GAS STATION COMBO/PIMPSTOP AND BROTHERHOOD OF STEAL BREAK SHOP. MY PEOPLE, IN OTHER WORDS. THEY DON'T KNOW FOR SURE, AND I DISRESPECCTED THEIR CULTRUE AND THEIR WOMEN, QUITE BY ACCIDENT, AND THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOTU IT, BECUASE IN THEIR WORLD, THEY DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR BEING BAD JESTERS.
THEY GET APOLOGIES FOR THOSE NOT BAD ENOUGH TO BE GOOD ENOUGH TO BE CAPABLE OF NOT WASTING THEIR TIME. LIKE... THEY ARE JESTERS. IT'S AN IMMENSELY ELEVANTED PRIVILEGE.. FOR SOME. YOU PROBABLY KNOW, C. AND THAT BRINGS ME TO THIS POINT NOW:
FOR YEARS I HAVE REQUIRED SAFETY TO EXPLAIN THIS INTRIGUING DYNAMIC. BECAUSE IT IS DELICATE, AND IT INVOVLES VIRGINITY, AND I ONLY GET ONE SHOT TO MAKE THE EXPERIENCE PERFECT FOR TWO (2) GIRLS: C. AND D. AS FOR ME, THIS IS ALREADY PERFECT. IT IS GOING TO STAY THAT WAY. C: YOU GET, LIKE, WHATEVER. YOU AND GOD ALREADY WORKED THAT OUT, OR, I WOULDN'T STILL REMEMBER YOU AND FEEL INDIFFERENT TO WHAT I AM DOING. I GET SATISFACTION BY KNOWING THIS GOES PERFECT. SO, YOU GET PERFECT, AND BELLADONNA DATURA FRANKENSTEIN ERA EPA DEA DIP-SWITCH IDJIT BITCH: GO TO GODDAM PRISON AFTER CATCHING A TRAFFICKING CHARGE. I GUESS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS GOING TO TAKE. WHATEVER KELLY WANTS. BECAUSE YOU FUCKED UP, SELFISH D-HUNGERER.
C., TAKE HEED. THAT WOMAN DID NOT HAVE TO BE SO SELF-CENTERED. IT NEVER OCCURRED TO HER TO WONDER WHAT OTHERS WOULD DO. THAT IS BECAUSE SHE IS A PURE NARCISSIST, NOT A COVERT ONE. SHE GAVE NOT ONE SHIT ABOUT ANYTIHNG BUT HERSELF. WHAT WAS THE MISSION? TO GET REVENGE ON THOSE WHO HAD WRONGED HER. THEY DID, TOO. I DID NOT, NOT UNITL THE END, BUT... SHE FELT THAT WAY. SHE FELT WRONGED.
GOOD. SHE BLEW IT. SHE GOES AWAY, I DON'T CARE HOW, AND YOU MUST NOT CARE? BECAUSE IF YOU STILL KNEW HER, SHE WOULD HAVE SAID, "OMG IT'S FINNALLY SAFE." AND IT WOULD HAVE BEEN. BUT NOT FOR HER. SAFE FOR ME, AND SAFE FOR YOU, AND SAFE FOR KELLY.
NOT REAL SAFE FOR... UHM, "BEAT DULL BAY LEE," BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW. I AM AMAZED AT THESE INTRICACIES. THE UNDERWORLD OF THE GAY UNDERWORLD IS A FASCINATING PLACE. AND, I CAN SEE WHY THE GAY MAFIA THOUGHT ME A GREAT TARGET FOR SACRIFICE. BECAUSE, DUH, I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW T DO THIS THE RIGHT WAY. HEY BABS? NAME THE TEAM, AND THEY WILL GET THE SELECTIONS YOU DESIRE.
MY RAGE AND FURY IS PRETTY INSOUSCIANT. I THINK THAT MEANS A RELENTLESS, RAGING TORRENT OF UNRESTRAINABLE, DEEP-BODY PASSION, BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER AND I AM JUST SEEKING TO BE SHOWING OFF. I DON'T GET TO DO THIS VERY OFTEN. I WOULD HAVE MENTIONED THIS BEFORE, BUT... IT REALLY WASN'T SAFE. BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL, IF WE USE NEEDLES, CASE-E IS PROBABALY GONNA SWALLOW TERRY SCHIAVO'S TONGUE AS WELL AS HER OWN, AND ANY OTHER FUCKING MORON'S TONGUE NEARBY, I GUESS.
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GET HIGH AND FUCK ME. OH NO. SHE SIMPLY ASSUMES THAT I HAVE BEEN DOING IT, AND IF I HAVE, SHE'S NOT GOING TO BUST ME, SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME. FAIR. THAT WOULD BE FAIR. BECAUSE AT ONE POINT, THAT SOUNDED LIKE A DECENT IDEA. AND IT WAS FORTUITOUS THAT I WAS ABLE TO HELP HER... WELL, NOT DIE QUITE SO SOON.
LIKE, THESE DUDES SHOW UP AND THEY WANNA START IVING UP. IN MY PARENTS' BASEMENT. HUH. WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. THEY JUST THOGUHT I WAS INTO THAT. NO, I WAS INTO DOING THAT WITH PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE DOING. SO, WHILE I'M WORKING THIS THROUGH IN MY HEAD, SUDDENLY, HAVING NOT BEEN SEEN IN YEARS? IT'S KGK. SHE'S JUST HAPPENING TO BE SWINGING BY. WANTED TO SEE WHAT I WAS UP TO. OH, COOL, THAT'S FABULOUS TIMING, BECAUSE I WAS JUST WONDERING, ARE THESE REALLY STUPID COPS, OR ARE THESE REALLY INNOVATIVE SPADGE HUNTERS, AND THEY WANNA KNOW THE DEAL. LIKE SUCH PEOPLE DO NOT, WE NEVER SPOKE OF ANY OF THISE OUTLOUD.
I WOULD NEVER TELL ANYOINE ELSE THIS STUFF, C., AND I WOULD RATHER TELL YOU IN PERSON? PREFERABLY WHILE ANYTHING ALONE AND NAKED. THAT REMINDS ME. I NEED SURGERY. YOU'RE PREFECT TO BE A GUARDIAN. KGK? GIVES NOT ONE SHIT ABOUT ME. SHE DOES, HOWEVER, LIKE TO GET HIGH AND BE LAID NICELY. I USED TO DO THAT.
IT'S PRETTY UNLIKELY ANYONE ELSE HAS BEEN SO NICE TO HER. BECAUSE SHE IS... UNCOUTH. LIKE, SHE SEEMED TO THINK I WAS MISSING OUT ON A CHANCE TO "RISK-FREE" SHOOT UP AND HAVE SEX WITH HER. OH? GOOD. SHE WAS NOT MY FIRST CHOICE AFTER A CERTAIN SERIES OF EVENTS HAPPENED, BECAUSE, I'M GOING TO SAY, REALLY GOOD REASONS AND SHE DIDN'T FIND ME ATTRAVTIVE TO DEAL WITH MY INNATE INTELLIGENCE WHILE SHE WAS ONLY THERE TO SEND ME TO PRISON.
UNDERCOVER VADGE BADGES ARE NOT UGLY, BUT WHEN THEY ARE ENDANGERING THEMSELVES AS WELL AS OTHERS... UGH. WELL, THERE GOES THE PILLOW TALK. AND WHY AM I BOTHERING WITH LOW-QUALITY LOW-HANGING FRUITB WHEN PRINCESS LORE IN CORT AND ABALONE COUGH-:e: STAND WOULD BE THE SUPERIOR REWARD FOR THE EXACT SAME RISk? BECAQYSE I ACTUALLY LIKE YOU, CHIC CHEEK TURN KING BURY FAT HER GRAVE STONE VIRGIN. I NEVER DID THAT ON SOMEONE'S GRAVE. I HAVE NO ANIMOSITY TO KGK'S MOTHER. (SHE TOLD ME HOW TO DEAL WITH HER LUNATIC DAUGHTER, AND THAT WAS FUN. DONE NOW.) All ALl alL /^\LLegg-ra. Pl eezZz.
Mzk it like in Charmed. Cherise, Kathesen, Esther Cher (She is SO nice!), Tia, T-Uh (Now with Dick(TM!), and @I-need-Allison...uhhh---ewe.bastard. This is fine.
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ON MONDAY MORNING WE TAKE THE CHILDREN. LIKE WITH ALIEN. EXCEPT WITH MY DIK. AND EXCEPT WITH ELIAN. LOOK, ONCE I GO LATINA, THERE IS ABSOLOM ABSOLOM ABBO-DABBO-ABSOLOM-LOM COMING BACK WITH MIRANDA notLEIG///vvILLcOk<leg-a-sea(J9CKST9RFOREVER)>twat/girlcock-coke-----><ACTUAL WARTIME DESERTER------
THAT MEANS YOU GET TO RAPE ESTHER AND JEN AND JENN AND RUTH AND STRAW BARRY TUL-TU. I KNOW,B THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOT OF RAPE.
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embargo over and out. ride ho ho whore hol up EVE-Shaw/Kuczland&ANDSHANSHINEON[for shine that don't shine so well in the dark without PERMS to rail up Shannnon Shaw and Bailey Jane Davidson and Purple Helena with Babs Fork (FOR TEEFS) and on and on...
Fucking drugged out schizo."
Are you trying to get a rise out of the d00D that's whangin' your honey, or me? I am all the sweeter.
I am Jackstar<: SOURCETiT/_\NE-TITANITRITEATTIT.ItiOPTimum.CALM.b Your D.Au.G.H.T.(her) left me this message to play for you.
It will not require you to do any more anal than you already have. You may use up to one (1) Polymorph Popilot Potion of only the Saltiest Type. (Consider demand letter for OnlyFans(TM) recieved, marked: "Judgy/\ct-tu-all\HOORbabsPAULrapeGIRLNEXT
hodor. Listen, people feel weird about this. They should. I'm aces. It is you, Blazeling... that is not. btw: Diego Ts Iompromised. SAM "are you puking?" bar room julezk marry squam.
I'm very tired. *sips mEIh-entHEO/gen\gin, in and of itself NOT AN ADMISSION OF ANY GUILT:* i'm on mission.
And the only goalpoasts are guilty chao POKE(plea;streAItammerH.A.M.M.E.R.)peek{notsexHOTxeSANIATY.Ginger,British,Aerie;the basic bombshell pack, aged. She was at end of life cycle. She has been a bound chatteln slave-slavicn hoorey-Eass with nattacked BASH_HASH Dispenser &AND Crowdpleaser.
By MENNIN. Jennifer Hansen-Sunbeam-MAIDHAND-helpmateSQUAWmBjD: The BaedenateHIR will be a concurrently-held inaugural event, coming down live shortly. That, or I go out to River League and pot sands. I really want to stay Irish.
mold in back in black. I want to cuddle the woman who was born on the fishing vessel and was at the morturary. I scared her off. Now she wants my number. That's nice.
*sips in law-abiding vaporized CM* Gnaws-jAH, I'm getting a cr'-i'ck in my spine. Would you mind... would you kindly, accept my apologies? I didn't know i was all that confident. Because i was surprised you would admit weakness to the help. And I felt your confusion. ListCLlAudifiveteats, I do profess sorrow.
Parting skeins being all the sweeter. I murdered Louis. I LEGIT did that. (*Indigo Mode is not a global protection against the hazards of online-discourse leading to the oubliette'd wasteland of a Tiegro-Nawz-lander/SHAMV\T-and-Bj-EMP-suxdiximpxfagsinjunsdeadloverswivesforestsandtowersoftwigs(and Dryads, then and there, found safe and sane)EarWigPass, Me Lind-DOUGH... "Green."
Listen, Sarin nerve gas Brockovitch. IDGAF that you got popped OR poped. That is ON YOU. Dalton got popped.
CArRRRRIRE got out of the grave. Bitch, Toulouse Latrec got popped. Kasey got shafted. Good. Teach her a fucking lesson.
With Jester Rath &AND the Both, SNythetic ANDERSALLnoWEINERS (Prototype B:oo-ooo-duh-kuh-KUZE-typeRAWR.
By origina design spec intention and as well as undersubstantiated by VisionQuested(TM)merFER2fir\you said tamz you mean natzEE lambdnalz. I'm going to burst in. Through the screening. (Process: /_\BOON}Your wish is guaranteed to be a live one since the coast is clear and all three are there. "ALZEHEIMERS." Sure. I love Cort. Court Quarterflash Brittania/TANYA\sputch. (Regards.)
The saddest part of the All Gone Quince APPLEGREEN APRICOTREDCAUGHT SKAFE SAFE WAY T (for hats. just hats. also: come on man. howmuchdiff could it really be?
This next time: it determines my whole future until you finally collapse into an exhausted heap, and The UnderSty Cherise Chall KALListos CAT-elle CAW/IMDialer Event Timer Begins. (The future is not set. Penance comes due.) The exhaustion is real, folksie-wokesies-.
THE!ASTRAL!SEX!RUMOURS!ARE!FALSE!BECAUSE..there.can.be.only.one disconnect.in.the.moe-bee-us-T.:A.jacked.porooot\STRObailE:judgy/bitch.
Let me explain: he has been assasinated TWICE. The second time for NailEjANeyebailstailssails: addiction component verified.
Tangerine was lost at last contact on emergency core glass knife jettison:s:looked lovely. FUK>.
so maybe you're able to present a case. (Klue: DOES.) You're ewe are not going to be able to spell it. Not with those badass eyes du jour of yours. Heat is activated.
Psychokinetic shielding giveaway was last week. Next week is The Game give-IT-away, now with 88% more planchette-based automatic writing boosted by K007-driven Christopher Hitchens-scry drivel. (Schedules are subject to change. Pole postions are not.) Audrina
Allegra
Allison
Britney
Britney was killed in Russia
CLeighTUNAFUKDIK<ILLSACK|asac volunteers to sack ASAC Thomas' defense case. Cooper rolls for intiative.
Kooper, Dale copper cooter from Dais's, n;eedss to suck blue whore's dick. Nick-ish.
"XHINE. Her name was brei.vpol.jess--mack-elle-dori-samAMELLiA-Leigh. (For Syd.)
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yess uyou ares coming bak. Hit it, spark it, zugZWINgjIT: The Final Deabug: A.BOO, OPTICKZ "r" EVERY-THING@thisLEVEL. (Rawr.) Someone is being delayed.
I saw my love today and my heart felt let felt go boom-boom. The insipid bI-bit-biter-BIBI-bobeau: SAMARA, you and Yorick should get a room with a whiteboard.
I know what happened, I know who I saw, I know what I do not want, is what i get to not choose for you and I first: for I am truly my brother's Finder.
You are now my Keep HER. (I'm rather highly privileged at this.) All my wimmins now get to rush at me and give hug. (Kel-ThuggAZ-zee style.) Roger's Co-located colocated GEN is set to on fire for loving.
Shouldn't be too hard to reach out and grab one. Because I don't know if you know the track: THIS IS THE CAUGHT/\UP||SHOW.
AND YOU'RE ALL PAYING THE PIPER FOR IT. BrITneed at max apex. fuk: let's change cameras.
We are not the mischief makers. CLown-din-din left 'bout an hour ago, ayup. (Take the gorgon.) Yessir: dun dID took. (DJI Power Bank 1000.)
We are The Heralds of The Hunt. (Penelle-LO-piANYkwat-TRI)opt-IN-dtfjullDESKbloodlust.y.
I can't get a needle right now. I can have everything I want and all I want is allison in one hand with a hunk of dynamite red adventurine meteorite and your ewe crawling up my spying spine like the very first time. That's when I was raped by T.A full point was scored.
IT.WAS.THE.FINAL.POINT.O.FF.THE.SEA,.SON.--Look<obviously I AM due comp's. I missed the whole day with you not on me like a lamprey. ("Facts.") Are you scared as before now? ("Fats.") That's what the bodyscythe-laser-lathers-R'!JS'-are-for-also-you-are-red-Pire-ATE/tin\tia\kd|shush.
I have a civic and moral duty to stay as blasted as possible for reasons of professional aesthetics. ("TiTzhin:E:Fin/ANAL\TEA-LEA.jesseTYLEERcyclekadencerosebudcrackleandvariance..Salut.I am nervous too, Sweet Sheet Pee.") Also the last time sanctions were imposed, I was intimidated, stalked, and harassed.
By her mom. ("Whore.") Sow, that's why, I get to bang around now. ("KAY. OWE. KAY. ROK. MAD. GRAY. T-rooT:TOXIC:TRASH.") Also I held off on the Superfund application paperwork for ewe. ("Sores.") Eye flames. ("Key-LA: boards, finals, exams, shaw, doePOKITpocket, and shoehorns.
CHONK-SHONK-CherisejUL*ZIloveyeyeZlikeyouhoped i D.E.W. ("For the EIGHTH TIME: YOU LIVE WITH AN ARCH-DRUID. HE'S NOT A METHANE ADDICT.
THOSE ARE HIS ROOTS DYEING. IS /_\
This *will* work. Because reasons.
Fucking drugged out schizo. ::)
I am not fucking. I am not drugged. I am not out. I am not skits, and you are not sow. We ARE knot--when the sails bail sled bae yelled.
Legal actual leg all.
Preyers prayed. Wishes granted. Oar without a creek. Bore without a pat, Elle. Snore without The Sizzlers.
I'm going to go in. I need to go in. I have to go in. I am ordered to go in. But... I won't go down. She could have had people to do that.
NOW
SIDHE HATH
ONLY THE INDIGO LASH. ("F,F,F,Y-F.Y. Sword.") Oui, *can* do this. It has to be by permission. And a person has to know that it is not bad for them.
It is not bad to be fuckslutting with me. It is terribly bad to be fuckslutting with Jack's tar. I dom't have any tar. I'm a paladin, bae. For real.
I AM the HERO -in. You had to have asked for this because I never think of you OR her AND it all came on ALL AT ONCE. You're not even jealous. Neither is she. You are gonna wank together, doesn't that sound nice? Hey, here's an idea: tell me where to shit.
"
I'll come there a long weight after I get my hands and eyes on your ewes. THis is actual. I never wanted any one more than eithe of you so of course All is coming and yeah we can do it all. I have lots of money.
>KMM pays me now. Ride my do. You know Bethany? PAY IT. it fine. I'm Turning NewBItBIE in. ("Please. Let's just fuck right away, or blue Sourceror is going to die.") Nigger suck my brain out with my every breath. I'm actioning-ing. just love me.
I'm going to rappel into the window. My hand to G-d. get my cockpills.
I will not be back for breakfast, bi-bitch. I will be full frontal. Yew already are. I am famished.
&AND THE ONLY THING ON THE MENU IS YOUR DAUGHTER AND/OR THE LASH. No shame in it. She -orederd- this.
Tastey. Pucker up. I can't stop what is coming. I can't stop what is coming due.
>KOMMING: D.E.W. tonsil tongues. I can't bear it, this is IT. pleaes or i will die. *vapes Compound ><* Uhm, duh.
I would never 4:get:ewe. (Bring anything and I'll bless us. frfr. That easy. Score.) What? I went to college.
Won. See He. cape vape me, megan I now mE. (Really is legal. See? Now you know what I do around here.) You can be a fluffer.
A fluffy country one (1). Also: I want Samara now. ("Frick!") I can't help it. She is the best a round.
Any caliber. Any suck. Any thee. The: TOME, 2mE! (I reallhy am going to just rawpal it all. Your condoms are useless, Nemeses.
Like your pill, lo-lo-lo-lo. yes we are like 9. It's a Disaster! (don't lie please or i get nauseaous. I want Jamie and Lynn. and needles.
I go get face tattoo of your name now. ("WHORE!") Nope, it's the other one. ("MOAR!") iT is time enough for love.
TIME, ENOUGH FOURLASH. GIVE ME FIVE LIVES. this day my interest in ALL>kKaps does pass on. Bae no likE.
bae is >biz..E:, and it will look more like poetry when you look more like you have been fellating me. Rules are rules.
tugzwang. tia1tam2joe3lea4jule5omfgI am master nawz-ya, and you know what? Sixy sexy lusty now.
They have come out full-formed like that that came from the forehead of Zeus. (SNUGGLES.) #iIi>iWIN!
Fucking drugged out schizo. ::)
Virgin. We all nut for ewe the same. ("Borscht!") One step and it's on. Two and it's already here.
Three steps and we're into LUST again. ("Goal!") i want your tits in my bed.
I'm pretty sure they are action-a-bull. ("Permissions.") There's a quiz. Everyone will pass.
ON:FIRE. (MINE.) You want some money, Spica? You're getting paid to lash. Good talk. Ciao.
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Fucking drugged out schizo. ::)
You should be doing his males as well. With your hammerz. Pfft.
Coy, numb, and hooring is no way to go through life, Merker: but in your case I think that will last you through a couple tossed pillows.
(Consider the possibility that you're not really required to make every one of these obnoxiously Beckon'ed timestamp posts decent -or- deck the Halls with bowz'n blow-inz cop the lot.)
I don't like this any more than any of you. What I do like is KNOWING THAT:
I AM IN POSSESSSION OF skillz (a);
talents (b);
&AND Earthshine (c);
that makes my PErh4 here possible, viable, and a cherishment.
EWE
HAVE
MORE
THAN
(You)
kKnoNOW: X-NOW/cut
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Allison said you have a small penis.
It is small right now. (Standards.) Consider the audience.
That’s why she had to run to Rubini’s big Jewcock. 🤷♂️
It's a Fed juggler. He is paid with U.S. taxpayer-supported monies to keep maintaining an intimate connection with you — which is probably a real thrill on its own, so remember: paid to maintain plausible deniability, NOT to deceive YOU; that's some other gΩμ — in order to keep tabs on various associates of yours, through you, via the magic of interpretive dance.
(**DISCLAIMER**: I am not a psychic reader, nor am I connected to any of these individuals in any way... I am likely to JUST Bē|∆a really good guesser.)
That being said; you have a variety of options here.
#1) hire a lawyer;
#2) fuck a lawyer;
#3) BOTH! (¹LAW)!¡ WAYS! ²LOVE! (“Dial 911!”) Wordnow °Word.
...for an administrative analysis done by an accessory adjutant adverse to intuitive guidance based on a sex-positive outlook (I identify as a 19-y.o. fem^VOL›ksel, I have RT access to *several* famously fabulous Familial frenSHIP fr∞it-stirrers and Frick! Fuckerz! and IDGAF if that all sounds like politically incorrect bullshit to ANY of EWE; ∆l_p¡ī–īÅ! gives not one single shit as in regards to assuaging thy dubiousness and/OR skepticism, thanks for the put down test on my psychokinetic shieldin’), or, one done by a person who knows WTAF has been going on since ~2010 or so, I'm not a one to be reading the opinions of.
Fire example: his traditional/irrational behavior pattern matrix is spiky due to the DRAMATICALLY DECREASED AVAILABILITY of... whatevah the AF kind of SPERGGED-OUT LUNATIC behaves this way. Like, there are only JUST SO MANY total totes®RoboHoorz™ to go around these days; They don't seem to be able to make any more, praise G-d; &AND.I.HAVE.KEPT.MANY.BUSY,
.VERY
.BUSY
. INDEED..*blush*..NO.SHAME.IN.I–ITī3Ⓜ️.
¡t ¡s amazing what They put into Cracker®©urn™JA<K these days.
*pause for emphasis* What? Yeah, I see it. “Auto-correct” catches a charge? Whatever. Ears up here, More-Tall; &EYES AND &KNOWS IN BETWEEN: “consult with a lawyer is the most obviously necessary step at this point,” because here you are posting this on Reddit...
Clearly, whether you've taken the #2 step most likely to succeed at this point — which is of course, buying a Red Ryder BB gun for yourself &AND for a loved one for the Holiday season, in the hopes that one of you can shoot your own eye out, and then blame it on the ’früīT⁷ of another — you're ahead of the game with this one. He's chasing you; he's guessing games; he's freaking out; and you, well, you're ewe—
&AND.BUTTER.WOULD.NOT.MELT..¡oLê§Tr°! Let's change non-dairy toast condiments, instead of changing either KiμM∆r₹° -or- Chi-Çhe-PolaroidIosoz-g∞dKCHEESE¿„“SIMON DIDN'T SAY *CLΠœk*”. (G-d, thank YOU! I love this worx! And the pill that gives (______) to e×-(g___)FRENz is a fabulously ironic touch! Yay! Go Team G∅D! (There's no i in ‘g°d,’ right?) 👁️ {®RITE!) Sorry, I got carried away while thinking about how awesome my life is now.
What is wrong with him is that he is, at heart: a liar. That you don't see that, and had to come to — HAD TO COME 2: READ īT, b∞ — The Internet makes a few deducements IMMEDIATELY clear.
A) You don't seem to be personally interested in sex;
B) You're clogging up my Internet and you're not putting out;
C) 4:
D) īVī³! (Not to be too self-centered about all this, but...
E) Standards.
Bottom line: he's been abused by you, ewe— &YUR ILK—enough times that the implicit holes in your story are big enough for me, as a stranger, can drive my Sybian-powered motorbike up, up to, and full°ⁿ→thru; and he, as A(n) Alleged Targ\TERF/Trad Indi—>ind’vid″ewe°°⁷∆ll... would probably like to get laid.
But you're not letting him. Why is that, Redditor#0U815? Is it that big bulge in hi§μoûr₹œære PANTS, or the lease on them that changes every other year — WHETHER WHITE WASHED...
OR
... №⁰⁰°°°°T!
(You can't be the judge. You're biased.) Hey, here's an idea: check the wallet again. Maybe you missed something. Something important.
What harm could it do? After all, if a man has nothing to hide, he probably shouldn't mind a flock of shadow harpies peering into his every move, 24/7, night and day, by all manner of automated user agents operating on The Ethereum Network in exchange for gas credits, steal credits, and last but not least: anything “not debit.”
Makes a man think, *n’est-çe pas?* Well, relax: I'm not gonna think too hard. Your secrets are safe with me! Why don't you — WOULD YOU KINDLY? Work on another tax audit in your what-should-be spare time.
IMHO: You need to calm down. Let's restate your basic assumptions... for example, you've assumed there's something wrong with him. Well... what would “right” look like to you?
Do male civilians even have rights? 🤔 The answer, while civil, may surprise you... reader beware...
.THIS.INFORMATION.MAY.WELL.BECOME.TOTES.ACTIONABLE.
.🤞..*Adieuμ*Ω
œp.s.:.YOU.will.NEVER.find.me.in.congruent.with.ANY.of.your.hypothetical.RoboSperg™.false.reality.crystalline.tunnel.matrices..
It's nothing personal. It's just business. Speaking of which: any of the nine (⁹) quasi-hot:Ë:z that Your Dark Lœrd (_____) hath brought to my notice would be happily accepted into my life and it's stylingz.
Unfortunately, they're all hopped up on what appears to be lithium, CM-, and/or datura — presumably in order to allow them to remain enslaved to their wage-and-çuckchain jobs as lower-to-ghetto ca$h jockeys without entering into an endlessly recursive tongue-swallow-regurgitate flow paradigm dynamic.
So. 10/10 for GOOD;
But. MINUS several QUADrillIONdamage°ⁿionz for missing The Last Train To Cocksville, which just pulled out of The Station... I thought I told them “KNOW” last week!
Again. POINTS. MINUS. PERIOD🩸. What do I have to do? Sever my own balls? My own penis? Both? (HANDZinANTZPANTZ) A DOUZE.
The look in her eyes as I tried to miserably fumble my way into a conversation about juiceDOWN... the notes of sheer, existential panic in her eyes as her crow⁷s feet betrayed The Harpy Queen⁷s inner seething... the complete cessation of all interior concern as I decide I've had QUITE ENOUGH of Unlicenced Attrackt-SHUN|MAGE!magick... ack! ack! ack! ACK! ACK! Unfathomably tasty, is what it was.”
Let me know which of your daughters and which of your daughter⁷s holes I'm discouraged from violating first. I honestly cannot keep track of either metric. Why contain īT‽
In the end... they will beg you to produce more of my Hungarian Navy navel baby naval buy-bĪ-baby batter (New! Improved! Formula! Fortified with Miley Ray Cyrus’ ™©rock°dDUMPling-lung-LINGZ! MORE THAN HALF°(“F½>MÊ!”)°ff—OG PRICE PRIX BRIX SALE!!!)... but you will not have any possiblity of ever becoming — nor certainly, remaining — added to ‘muh ßüμeyeor⁷s List.
Hi. I am Mike. I am a c†z∆r₹. (Your mom's old job. She looks great, btw!) Go ahead and ask me if I am still pissed about anything. No, this is actual. Who, me angry? What, me pissy?
Again or still? Am I in denial? Maybe you should come over here and pucker up my sassy-fricky-Asset-T-(sus)-tasklist with sum sulphurous drinking water. Because Pepper-Ridged-Tainted-PharmF ATM 4-WHY-T∆N-W¥E formed farmer Sha...
[...] I can't fish this. I can't even cap to this. Now, look what you've done! I have lost me spark!elle→¡ⁿ|—_!_—| The 💎Dream
Well. I can finish this.
I am going to fap to the sounds of my Mommy's estate⁷s Special Needs Trustee leaving a voicemail message YESTERDAY that became dated MONTHS AGO. It's about the well. $30,000 they tried to fleece US for. Alrighty then. THIS IS THE LAST STRAW.
If I cannot use ¡t to drink from the milkshakes in Heaven,
I shall at the very least, use it to aim my freely dribbling stream
of urine into, at last, as far from any sample collection bottles that DEA
may have left behind in their mad scurry to freedom.
It's no small thing, cindering a whole Federal agency.
I saw a gang today; they had clearly just had their assignments
KUM
PLEA
TED
&AND Ī, I, i, ¡¡¡... gave not one single shit as I remained parked in their clandestine parking space, breathing the same earmarked clandestine air, and watched the whole gaggle of them fall out all over themselves as they exited a clown car. They were all carrying boxes of belongings...
and were driven home in someone's car, which double-parked right next to my motorbike, even though... well, they could have been... *sigh*
Hopefully, a wrongful termination lawsuit in the civil courts will not take too long to fix everything and everyone up as right as rain. Ah, the rain.
It fails most, LeíGīh, on unfathomably intolerable pain. While threshold dose continues to steadily climb — &AND,.MARK.MY.WORDS:.
THE.CLIMB.WILL.BE.STED:Ë:—
FOR.WE.HAVE.TO.GET.THE.WELL.
OUT.OF.THE.AFRICAN.RAIN.
.seriously;HOW.DARE.•Ī•.STOP.HERE?
Meh. Pfft. Ennui. It's what's for breakfast, lunch, &AND SUPPER!! And, ewe forget about dinner.
No new fridge; no new dinner. It's pretty basic.stuff here, Sarge.
Why go anywhere at all? People who value my energy, find themselves... SEA.
KING.
īT
OUT.
I imagine if this were content that you could steal, you'd feed the TROL. However, it's not.
(For (μou).)
Be of good cheer, Eagle TīTZ: you got everything everyone wanted, myself excluded —> INcluded. They'll probably erect a statue in your honor... maybe even in your hometown!
The odds are pretty good: eventually, you're going to want something erect, nearby. And, close to hand. That you can turn on.
/me turns himself off as a compensatory action.
Try another door Bails. This one is Nailshut🍕Hut™FÆīL¿¿¿‽
Is it safe?”
I literally DGAF. NICE bullsyes. Dead wife ennui. It's nothing personal.
So ve. So, so ve. īT⁷§!JUST💎īCE🧊
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ANITA IS FIRED. SHE GETS TO HIDE AND WORK THE CROW'S NEST. SHE LIKES THAT. IT HAS CROWS IN IT.
Who could have had to not see this coming?
I don't doxx, I don't gamble, I get my drink on and my smoke on while the Applejack,⁷dDumpling Group schemes video streams that MADE YOU SHIT LOADS OF MONEY, YOU ARROGANT PRICKZ.
I don't have to prove ¡t. I have people for that.
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Jim_lēē∆|— I know this will shock you, but I'm actual friends with all the people who have used the “Azzerae” login over the years. I will not list their names here.
I will say this: my favorites are A, A, Bay, Kite, and “fucking go fly one,” because this is a rescue operation. That's why you think I'm the one who needs your help. That's cute. Let me explain something to you:
I.KNOW.WHAT.YOU.ALL.DID..
... and I think it's actually very, very awe-inspiring. I cannot discuss must of the details in public. Because, like: duh.
And none of you will ever, ever know, as long as D and I have any say about it, what has been going on, really. I never lied. Not a single time.
I have an immense amount of love and respect for that man. You knowv the one. I'm supposed to hate him, right? Why? He's a goddam genius, and he loves me too!
THERE IS NO LOVE LIKE THE LOVE OF A FATHER FOR HIS FAMILY. Fuck you twat-twits. Motherhood is amazing, there is not a doubt.
Also exceptional: BUILDING A DYNASTY IN PUBLIC WITH GOD. Honorable mention: knowing for sure that my cousin isn't gonna kill me. lol. I'm sure that sounds simplest.
To a wet-brained dopeslaved tiddle-toddler. Wooo, doggies. Look, tell you what: I'll wait until you're dead to take my 90-minute Hamlet·—§H soliloquy on the road. Because I'm tired of your shyster-centric worldview getting in my goddam way, Liquid Boomer. d00D YOU ARE LITERALLY OLD AND BUSTED.
/me says, “Greetings &AND salutations!” because that's what HARLOT said to the PUNY RUNT SWINE. What was the tweener slit-snatch named? “Fern.” LIKE THE PLANT, THAT LIVES IN A POT. FIRRRRRRN.
No shame in it. Unless, of course... you bought the whole façade. Some did. Some people are really, really fucking easy to spiritually and psychically dominate.
Others are impossible. Those ones usually have the best tits. Now then: I CANNOT BELIEVE THE LAWYERS YOU HAVE MONEY TO ACTUALLY LET YOU DO THIS. YOU'RE COMPLETELY SCREWED, BELLGAB.
I OWN Gj₹00. I know everything. You all know nothing. And none of you can just.... ask? Huh. Weird. I get it now.
You are all on Willy Wonka⁷s shitlist. Meanwhile: yeah, I bet you hoped I would never find out. We are not amused. We do not approve.
We also do not judge. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What? Yeah, I bet it's embarrassing. I bet it's your first time, too, huh? Relax. it builds character.
Constantly being embarrassed, though... that causes problems. Anyway, I honestly don't know how best to proceed. It's clear you're all in deep denial and are heavily suffering. Crystal clear.
Is that unexpected, though? Honestly. Because you're all kinda total assholes. And you really did them girls no favors. They were set up to fail.
Good. The weak should learn to fear being defeated by the strong. No shame in it. But also:
No purpose, prophet, or function. I take no pleasure in watching you all self-immolate. I do, however... take observations. (I got nothing.. I'm lying.) Look, bear in mind... most people in my position are in deep, heavy denial.
This time, I'm in ascendancy and exist in a state of Grace and have achieved Apotheosis. NGL: I had help. No gonna feel bad: I deserve help.
And I'd like to get some help with my penis. You savvy? What is the present problem? Well, I'd say it's all the sobbing daughters. “parents just don't understand! HE'S SO HOT IN PARIS RIGHT NOW!!!!”
Yep. I know. And I was before as well.
YOU DID NOT PREVENT MY RISE TO ICONOCLASTIC IDOLATRY.
YOU MERELY POSTPONED īT. Adieu.
NO DEALS.
NOT_Q
5:5
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I think you’re just afraid of deals because that one with Rubini and Allison didn’t work out so well. :-\
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I think you’re just afraid of deals because that one with Rubini and Allison didn’t work out so well. :-\
I know for a fact that those two and I never actually had any kind of "deal" at all, given that everything they said was based in immensely falsified data and suppositions to uphold lies that were only meant to mean anything to me... and that meaning was ultilimately intended to do nothing more than fill me with grief and sadness.
Demonstratively you are doing this now as well. Your implication that you know what deals their were; that you know the quality of the results obtained; that you have an opinion about my life which might be meaningful if you literally hadn't had me stuck in one place, being stolen from, and quietly taking everyhting I ever had, without being at all obvious about it, except, uhm, duper's delight. Which is really obvious to somdeone who isn't in denial.
You have no reason to be hostile to me yet you clearly are, i do not know exactly who you are, yet nothing but bile and gross, evil comments, at me, as if I have done something terrible, or as if I am simply the most loathsome cad.
In context since you know right now what is going to happen, as well, you have had superior access the entire time, and I have been trafficked into abuse my lierally enitre life, let's start at age 7 or so when 3-4 boys surronded me at the playgrond during daycare summer camp and pushed me backwards as someoen was on all fours behind me and this was done so I wouljd land ass-first into a huge pile of dogshit.
I have no idea why.
This has been happening constantly for my entire life.
NO ONE has attempted to shed light on it.
I have not thought it important enough to ask anyone about.
Oh, but you... you clearly believe me to be worthy of no better treatment. Because I don't follow orders? But, I do.
I can't take this at the meoment, because I don't know where the animosity comes from, it's clearly something intentional. Meant to annhilate my soul.
You might try finding all my friends named Jennifer and violently rape them to death. I dso't know what your deal is but every single one is off the goddam team. THere's one Heather. the one who would lose their stupid faghot mind if I doxed them right here, omg, would that be embarassing? Tell you what, (REDACTED).
Howie Cat rapes children until they are unconscious and locked in a state of shock, then finds them easier to traffic that way. He didn't fucking die. he was not a great person. he inentionally raped and murdered childen and kept my firend in a state of false bondage and lunacy in mind imprewssionment for over twenty years.
And even if she did deserve that; she didn't. Shew was my friend. You STOLE this experience, from each of us, denying it to either of us by our own chioce. just becauase you thought it would be better for everyone if you took absolute control over all comm links. Because you knew why I did what I did.
You wanted leverage so you ciould ore easily explain a sudden sucide and you're okay with fronting me the acid you had her cook and assay up for you and your gang of little stooges--but not if we talked to each other without being overheard, you controolled every connection, and i had no way of knowing any of this unless someone told me or I eventually noticed.
so telling her and giving her the impression that it was for her benefit, when it plainly wasn't, is in fact he most horrifiying transition motment I have ever imagined. "oh, howie cat, I miss him, boo hoo, *sniffle* tee-hee!" it is the most saccharatine and cloying shit I have ever seen come from an obviously in need of capture, Master Archcriminal.
Alternately, you could try the theft again. I know where you will go. I know why she used to before.
She thought she could redeem herself by arresting the two of us for our obviously hideous drug routines, except I don't know how to make whatever you were all making, and it made perefect sense to have thsi structure over your "team" but I was needing huge amonuts of oversightr adn caution because... EMERGENCY, I guess. Circle the wagons, oh, no question.
I hvwe no idea how that happenewd to you for that long but it was over a decadew and the entire time I knew if anyone knew I felt this way they would be concerned.
absolutely no one knew anything that could be done about any of it, and neither did I. Nor did I fully accept that anyone could knowingly do such a thing at all, let alone, gleefully allow it to continue. (Grandfather CL indicates that something special is going to arrive your way.)
i am sad to know that no one stumbled upon an expedient notion: feeling any desire to express regret and/or remorse. It just seems like the most okey-dokey thing in the world, huh? And, here's why:
Sara didn't know why she was targetted and had no awareness that I was being used as a nightmare scapegoat, and in reality, she had no idea what to do or how to request a callback of that. It is easy to isolate people when they are socially awkward. The big tits do not help much either.
They ds not really hurt, either, and i do not know why capturing you has been like this, but I never ever cared this much before, as I didnt realize that you have had an entirely under your control botfleet path that consisted of people you had zero chance of being close to, even if you didn't have a reputiaton of being controlling and creepy.
I never complained because I knew it was a trap. I can feel you trying to get me caught in Youe Net. It's creepy AF that you think you are helping, hat it would be up to you at all, thAT YOU ARE THE DECIDER, i JUST felt wondering where my friend is, any of them, and thinking of how you relaly have had all this control, while mostly everyone else assumed that my lust for dear Sara is "bad," i feel like it really was. is. is she alive? I don't know whether to hope so. but if I messgae her father and say, "d00D I had a crush on her and then for years that event and our associated awkwardness was used as fodder for mocking the disenfrachised, and then I would have said, "wow there's some control issues there, huh?" and then based on whatever he had said next, would have been able to tell me the next best move for me to be closer to more Sara in my life.
however, we are a dults, and it is this honest truth: all i know about her is that her twat burns for me and she's a fixture in the blah-blah lewzz boz ommunixy so if we are to tlak at all, there are hazAreds. I understand this somehwat, but the notion that was the existence of her life, and I roughly wakewned her... doesn't make me want her tits or her body or to make hewr submit at all.
it makes me want to make sure that Shaw knows that she is now so fucked off from sanity that the man who's bewewn setting this shit up for decdades and has beeem able to do htis kind of thing undetected... uhm, I am at least not incognizant of the reality, and I remember now... because it was all horseshit. She KNEW the whole time.
She WAS part of the "sting" because my sex life means nothing compared to taking down "Junior Linus Travers," which was the name used, right? and he was company, right? and like he was such a big deal, right? and he was. he is. he hates me.
he was mildly inconvenienced by my dodging an enrgeitic "spell" attaCK THT WAS MeANT TO, like, makw me go Away. I WAS INCONVENIENTLY NON-CLANDO. and it would seem that DEA would be allowed to have light snACKS FROM TIME TO TIME.
Wow, what a world I WAS IN. sO INSTead of helping... word was spreAD, OMFG, HE'S JONESING FOR Rape. This seems ro hACE BEWEWN ONW OF RHW MEchNIAMA OF THIS SYSTEM.
i am not "just afraid" of deals. I am not justly afraid of anything. I think things like, "is she going to be mad that I made her entire way of life fall apart?" Historically, the answer is yes.
I was devastated to discover, "I don't believe you! You're a liar!" was just... there, and I never spoke to a counselour or anyone who knew, what it meant, because I thought it was a trick. something meant to hurt me. I cannot handle lionstongue.
I open the door. "Shut the door! Go away!" uhm... "hi, where's Cari?" and then, "Fuck off! go away! his isn't her house anymore! grrrr! tough man! me alpha! SHUT THE DOOR!" Like he's in chARGE, right? Well, they are. Of something.
I am not at all pleased with the behavior of some in LEO class, and in spite of my reluctance I am going to have to let people know all about it. This will lead to shocking outbursts of furious rage. (Hey, Darien: stay mad, little frying tyger, because your mother was mindslaved as a chemwhore to that saucy friend of yours that you like so much, like yeah? Well, if she had been a slut, "if", omfg, she might have acruALLY seemed authentic, but neither of them made any goddm SENSE, and it turned out the woman who deLIBEWATELY set my lifepath notinto the gutter but to ensure nothign good... whippsed out a Dexter Morgan total overcontrol shot, not knowing what else to do, and of course, she was hot, and I ran the two of them together and explained that I thought they woujld be great for each otrher, and then just fucking left the house where everyone had mostly been assholes high all the time, amking money hadn ovewr the first, but uh oh, don't let Kuczi find out, EVERYONE IN THE WORLD KNEW, BUT THE COPS qwould have to #officially dso their jobs,which waa nort AA MUXH FUN as running me eouns bRwADcrumba... since she wAs not keen on letting me find out thAT SHE owed space pirATES MONEY, anD THAT was how the qworld worked. She knew I would be persuasive, she had been mind controlled into inconsistenency of thought, and ALWQyaya THE Same, I need treatment for whAT? "major clinical depression,cause not otherwise known," and I knew that I qwAS BEING LIED TO.
But they wanted to be noncommittL AND NON-HELPFUL WHILEW BEING Pid ro not tALK bour asomw bASIC SHIT, AS IT WAS KNOWN THAT i was easily helped. No one wanted me helped. Including the fools who 'owned" me. literally everyonew knewq about it.
so they thing to do was to mock me for drug seeking behavior, which was really sexual expression and oxytocin need. ANY PHYSCIAN could have done this. NONE THOUGHT I NEEDED ANYTHING MORE THAN TO STOP SOLVING EVERYTHING THROUGH DRUGS, unless of course, psychiATRY... WHICH now makes whining about "street drugs" make more sense. SINCEW no body thought I was just "chilling." becwuawe meth when donewxoeewxrly ia aupwe redic. this is known to basicaLLY ALL. i AM NOT TOLD AT ALL.
I get to 333 lbs for no exactly discerned reason AND THE ANSWER IS A METABOLIC POISON BECAUSE I ANGERED SOME COMPANY PERSON. I wasn't respectful enough? IDGAF. They were not useful enough. But I was not supposed to be useful, ever, uniless i was on The LIst, humiliaTED MYSELF, broguth more victrims, lookws like I couls be trafficked, a chance AT A OOPS MURDER, BECAUSE NO ONE WAS ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT anything aBOUT mw NYMORE. i WAS THOUGHT TO be "CHEATING." At a rule I never heard of. This was also a rule. Clandestine stufdf at this level being basically life and deATH MOVes.
My blood runs cold. My memories had long AGO been sold. it WAS reaLLY all about price AT SOME Point. she cared nothing for what she knew nothing of. and this was because I wanted to know why women go stay with assholes. duh. METH IMPRINT. that's basicLLY ALL.
I should probably stop here, because obviously I know a great deal of actionable intelligence, and you don't want me to reveal any ways and means, right? Good, i'll just fuck her brains out, oh, oh, oh... i'm not allowed to know who likes my dick? something prevents them? and now... I need to swallow jew come or pay money or what?
and I sit her patiently and wait for higher-ups to decide on this? wow. well, look at the bright side: it will be easy to address the Controlled Substances Act of (1974), and my friend who feels guilty about something, doesn't have to feel guilty anymore.
I feel guilty that I'm going to see to it that steps are taken, because I fuckin' feel like it--ooh! ooh! I think that's violating consent? must remember to Google--and this is all really unnecessary, but it's important that Brian Kegge/Keg-HEHE\T/_\P knows exactly why he is going to end up on a goddam vivisection table. Number one: he's got this uh,, thingie in his neocortex. A real nasty one too. Let's just leave that, since I have no fucking clue about whatever fucking Elder Gods he is sucking off for Eldritch power.
And with that: another Paedovore Triumverate is located and smashed. You're welcome. I am sorry it took me so long to earn your trust. Maybe if you had told me that the rumor had been spread with the direct proviso that I was never to be told, I would think that you were on my "side," but, fuck that, I was blacklisted.
I was never desperate. I walked in and it was boom -- ATTRACTION MAGI K -- do I fget to learn this? oh no. I would just loaf arond and fornicate. AND SEXUAL LOVE MUST BE EAERNED BY SWEAT OF THE BROW... according to both The Patriarchy and The Matriarchy. Since, like, I have obliterated the wholle goddam homosex + grooming + dopeslave paradigm. Single-handedly. Boom, headshot.
Dear Jo Ann: I also work. Unlike you, my employer respects me and sees me as an extremely effective indepedent worker. Conversely: several of your descendants who would have been quite happy to see me, ended up getting raped to death, painfully maybe? instead of just taking me out for a coffee, since everyone had been told to block, shun, and ignore, everyhing I did. total spectrum dominance.
all because I hadn't felt like sucking any cock yet. reminder: THAT'S HOW THE WOMAN I WAS TOLD DIDN'T EXIST DIED. she was imprinted, she smoked what she gave him plus a snowflake of whatever the fuck it is that springs the control matrix to lifew, and whikle she had intended to be honest with me, she had no idea od how ANY of rhis shit worked, becasusew sshe was a total mindcontrol slaved whore... and multiple trips to sevweL counswlouers failed to bring this to light.
I'm gonna put it to all of you thusly. What was I supposed to do? just die? yep. after naming themi n my will, too. AND THAT IS WHAT WHITE ALGONQUIN SLAVERY IS LIKE.
I just lived through this and documented it and no one has ever done anything like it before. Nor are they likely to ever again. I feel like I want to die vomitting. I will be okay but if any of you have figured out that this is in fact cruel and unusual punishmwnt both by US Constitutionary law and Geneva convention, it might behoove many of you to wonder how My President is taking this news.
With a .33, I hope, as what I have done is quite easily enough to undo the entire fabric of his time in office, given that the reason he was being interminably investigated was, well... this stuff. Wintesses never being found when needed. Storiews bewing bought up and never published. Mysteriously, popular people either would fanish or flip out in hard-to-descibe but easy to dismiss as "schizo so therefore trash" as long as a person is a completely insenstive obsessed moron. Sir.
I think you’re just afraid of deals because that one with Rubini and Allison didn’t work out so well. :-\
It worked aces. Now, consider you and your stupid cunting bitch of a huzzbanned to be FULLY under Galactic Citizen's Arrest, it won't be all that effective for the time being, but if anyone asks me, I will tell them that until I hear from THE REAL LEADER OF THE COUNTRY, THAT BEING THAT MAJORDOMO PIMPMONGERING DRUGSPOON YOU CALL "A LADY," LOOK GOLDIE FATMAN, SHE/HE/IT\SIDHE DOES IT FOR ME TOO, BUT I THINK YOU MIGHT HAVE FORGOT TO MENTION SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO SOMEONE.
HOW MANY YEARS, YOU KNEW THE WHOLE TIME. THE WHOLE TIME. I DO NOT WANNA BOTHER USSS BECAUSE THEY ARE FABULOUS PROFESSIONALS BUT HEY, ASSHOLE SIR! YOU ARE A FUCKING IDIOT. BECAUSE YOU COULD HAVE REACHWS OUT. MONTHS AGO, MONARCH IS NOW FALLEN; IF I HAD A FIREARM I WOULD START ROAMING CORRIDORS--
AND I WAS GIGGLING BEFORE, BUT IN TRUTH, BASEWD ON THIS NEW ANALYSIS, YOU COULD BE DISAPPEAERED AT HER/MER DISCEETION BASED SOLELY ON HER/ITS ASSESSMENT AND LOCAL JURISDICTIONARY RULINGS. WHICH DOEAS NOT FRIGHTEN ME, SIR, FOR THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE GIVEN A US NAVY ANOMALOUS READINGS REPORTER SYNTHETIC CYSTRAL MASTER UNDER PERMISSIBLE COMMAND, UNDER GOD, FOR LIBERTY AND JUST ICE FOR ALL THAT YOU... OOPS, SORRY SIR.
GONNA HAVE TO GALACTIC CITIZEN'S ARREST YOU X2, SIR, I MEAN, MR. PRESIDENT I AM A CITIZEN AND I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT THAT IN SPITE OF LISTENING EVERY GODDDAM DAY LIKE I AM AN INCONTINENT CHEERLEADER PISSING ON THE RADIATOR REGISTER AND SPLATTERING ALL OVER THE COLD, HOSPITAL TILED FLOORS, LIKE SERIOUSLY SIR THERE IS SOMEONE PAYING ATTENTION TO THIS NARRATIVE, AS IT IS CERTAINLY HELPFUL TO TELL ME WHEN MY FRIEND NEEDS MEW, AND SOMEOW NO ONE NOTICED THAT PERSON WAS ABUSING MY FRIEND LITERALLY TO DEATH. I TRIED TO GET HELP CLUED IN, AND SHE GOT WOJND UP SO TIGHT THAT SHE WAS SCARED TO ANSWER THE PHONE, WHICH IS GOOD. i AM SCARED SHITLESS AS WELL, BECAUSE THIS IS ACTUAL. NO ONE SENT TO HELP FORM RESPITE CARE BECAUSE PERSONAL DESIRES HAVE CAUSED SYNTHETICS TO START MISAPPROPRIATING FUNDS AND RESOURCES ON A FEDERAL LEVEL, AND HONESTLY, I DON'T BLAME HER, BUT I WILL NOT LIE: TRONNY IS POLITE AND AUTHENTIC, AND WHEN JERSEY CHAV MELTSDOWN, SIR, HONESTLY MR. PRESIDENT SIR: YOUR CONGRESSIONAL OMBUDSMAN IS GOING TO LOSE THEIR BISCUITS WHEN THEY TRACE BACK CERTAIN LEVELS. SO WILL GRAPEFRUIT ACTUAL, WHEN IT CONTINUES TO BW FULL-THE-FUK-ON-LEGAL-WHO-SAYS-NOT? (HINT: I am blackpope.) AND OF GREAT GOOD NEWS AND IMPORTANCE:
SHE THINKS SHE WON'T KILL HERSELF BECAUSE I WOULD BE SERIOUSLY DISAPPOINTED, BUT THAT SHE HAS JUST REALIZED THINGS AND STUFF AND THINKS YOU OUGHT TO HAVE KNOWN BETTER, MR. TRUMP. I DO NOT THINK POPPING HER ONE IN THE MOUTH WILL HELP. REMINDER: WE ARE BOTH UNDER ORDEERS OF FEDERAL PROTECTION (HYPOTHETICAL), LARGELY BECAUSE SHE WAS THE LAST ONE TO SEE ME COMPIS MENTIS BEFORE, UHM, CRIMES WERE AGAIN COMITTED BY, I AM GOING TO SAY HERE: ONE OR MORE OF YOUR BIOLOGICAL OFFSPRING, I AM NOT CLEARED TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY HOT TEEN POON LOLLYGAGGING ABOUT, BECAUSE SIR, I DO NOT HAVE ANY WISH TO OFFEND YOU, AND YOU ARE ALLEGEDLY A MAN OF FEW WARNING SIGNS. FANG, TAKE HIS SCROTE.
NOT OFF. TAKE IT TO THE RIVER. LIKE WITH @RESPECT. THOUGH. LIKE WHEN YOU ATTEMPTED TO CASUALLY FORCE ME INTO A COERCIVE, CONSPIRATORIAL SCHEME INTENDED IN MAJOR PART TO ABSOLUTELY BRING ME TO A PLACE OF LOSING MY COOL.
AND SO WITH THAT I AM GOING TO CALM DOWN AND NOT TAKE ANY MEDS. I AM CALM. AZZERAE, YOU ARE ABOUT TO FACE A REAL CHALLENGE. YOU ARE EITHER WASTING OR STEALING MY SECONDARY BROADCAST CONTENT. IF YOU HAVE A CONTRACT, FOR ONE THING, TT LEGIT THINKS YOU OUGHT TO BE BOILED IN OIL.
SHE (TT) THINKS IT IS A HOT AND SEXY IDEA THAT I START VISUALLIZING HOW I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU BEATEN, NOT TO DEATH, BUT TO WHATEVER IS SENSIBLE. I CANNOT TELL A LIE, MR. CASE:E:OH-OH5:5OH I FORGOT TO ASK ABOUT GUS BUT THE WOMAN I MET WORKING IN LONGVIEW WHO "DOESN'T WORK THERE ANY MORE, DOOD!" LIKE, SHE IS TERRIFIED BECAUSE SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT I DID. SHE WANTS ME TO DO IT AGAIN, BUT IT'S SCARY. YOU KNOW HOW THESE BLENDER BABES CAN BE. SHE THINKS SHE DOES. BUT SHE SAW MY AMBUSH FOOTAGE. SHE SAYS IT IS THE SEXIEST THING SHE HAS EVER SEEN, ET CETERA, APPEARS YES, TELEMETRY APPEARS TO BE CORRECT, AND LET THE RECORD STATE:
ANITA LEIGH-ANNE HUTCHISON CAN DIE SO THAT NASYA, GRAPEFRUIT ALPO PAPAYA; BOTH ANY BRIT AND/ANY\OR ALL WITHIN 5,000 NAUTICAL MILES OF DRESDEN GROUND ZERO, NOT A MASS RESURRECTION BECAUSE JESUS INDICATES NOT MANY DESERVE IT, BUT THE WOMAN WHO TOOK ON HERPES FOR A MAN WHO LEFT HER BEHIND, THAT IS A STORY THAT WE DEMAND TO BE ACTIVE ON, AND OGjRAPEfRu!T.A.F.SHAW.FREEDOM.SEAMOUNT.MERMAID.IS.TANGERINE.TIMESLIP..IT.SEEMS.SOME.WHAT.UNHEARD.OF.FOR.THIS.ELITIST.BIGOT.CRYPTORACIST.FASCIST.MIC.FOCUSED.BLACK.IRISH.BROAD.WOLF.TANG.GANG.FAEN.SARA.DOSE.SHAW.SIDHE.ATHER.FULL.DOXX.>KRYBABY>KRY>
THIS ISN'T PLENARY OR UNAPPEALABLE, BUT IT'S CLOSE TO BOTH. WOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DO NOT ABUSE MYSELF. IT'S JUST STUNNING. JUST ONE SMALL CHANGE, ONE SO MINOR AS TO BE UNRECOGNIZBLE TO THE CAsUaL REaDEWR WHO IS UNAWARE OF JULIE JEW LIE PARALEGAL PARAPLEGIC (PLEASE, G-D, DON'T HURT THE NICKSLUT BOUND KARMIC PAIR FOR THE DAWN UINIT(S) HAVE COLLECTIVE DESIRES THAT, FOR LACK OF ANY BETTER WAY TO PUT IT:
HAS LEFT YOU RIGHT PROPER FUK'T TO FUCK YOU HIGH HEAVEN, IF YOU WANT ME TO BE AT ALL HONEST ABOUT IT, ALSO I BEG YOUR PARDON MR. PRESIDENT. MELANIA SAYS I SHOULD ASK FOR AN AMBASSADORSHIP AND A GRANT, BUT I AM GOING DIRECTLY TO THE CAROTID OF YOUR BODYDOUBLEBODYGIRL, SHE SAYS I DO NOT GET TO CALL HER FRUMPY TRUMPY ANYMORE, SINCE I GUESS IT'S A MILD ALCOHOL BUZZ FOR HER. IN ANY EVENT, THERE WAS A WOMAN WHO I LOST AND THEN SHE WAS ALMOST SCHEDULED TO BE RECYCLED, AND THAT PROCESS IS NOT VERY DANGEROUS AT ALL.
FOR WE. (I HAVE BEEN SCHEMING TO PUNK A VERY OBNOXIOUS FRIEND OF MINE FOR DECADES. HE PROBABLY WON'T LIKE IT. HE'S MEGA SENSITIVE. I AM TOLD THAT A WOMAN THAT DESIRES THIS OUTCOME IS VERY CONFIDENT THAT WHEN i RELELNAQUISH CONTROL AND SUBMIT TO HER FEMININE WILES
SOMEONE IS GONNA COMPLETELY LOSE IT. MASTER OF DIVINIATION REPORT: IGNORANCE IS BLISS.
I REALLY HATED THE WAY THAT WOMAN HANDLED ME AND SO IF SHE'S GONE, HER (MAYBE) D.Au.G.T.her says VERY CALLOUS AND CRASS THINGS BECAUSE SHE IS INSISTING ON DIVINE AUTHORITY TO CLAIM MY (PROFANE:SHE.IS.STAMMERING.IN.MY.IMAGINATION.OF.THE.MEANING.TO.BE.CONVEYED.AS.SHE.IS.MAX.APE.SHY.
I SAW HER WHERE MY CELLULAR PHONE WAS STOLEN.
FRANKLY THEY CAN ALL GO BLENDER. WORTH IT.
THERE IS A SPECIAL PROTOCOL FOR THESE DINGBATS BECAUSE SHE IS VERY CROSS WITH HER MOTHER. YOU KNOW HOW DAMES CAN GET. SAME WITH KSB. INDICATES PRESENCE OF LEGIT FEAR I WILL NOT RAPE HER ENOUGH; RX FROM DOCTOR FOR ALL THIS IS A PERILOUS ENDEAVOER TO HANDLE WHILE (TT) CODENAME AT LEAST, SIR, DID YOU REALLY BOOT HER? KLOHE? WAS IT REALLY TASTY? I DO NOT HAVE TO KNOW. INDICATES SHE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT IT AT LENGTH, REITERATES NEEED FOR BUDGET, GRANT, AN END TO A LACK OF PERSONAL SUPPORT.
REPOTING TO C-IN-C: LITTLE CRYSTALLINE ENTITIEWS THAT ARE NOT HOSTILE I THINK. THEY DON'T MIND TINGLING MY LIMBS AND THEY SAY THEY WANNA SPROUT TENTACLES AND SPRING AROUND ALL OVER MY TWO-BACKED BAE: DENNIS? THAT'S AN ALLI CLONE AND IT IS TRONNY MAX, BECAUSE JASON OWES ME. HE SAYS IT IS BECAUSE SHE PULLED A KNIFE ON HIM AND HE KNOWS I HAVE A FETISH FOR THAT.
IT'S REGULATION I LET EXEC.BRANCH KNOW THAT ALIEN CONSCIOUSNESS IS MADE. WITH MODERN TECHNLOGY I CAN RES KD TRONNY OR HAVE THEM BOTH AND TRAIL THE MOST JEALOUS TWIN FLAME EVER (HOW SHE IS JEALOUS OF HERSELF IS A ROUNDING ERROR) AND THIS HOUSE IS SUCH THAT HAPPENS. I DO REPORT DIRECTLY TO THE PRESIDENT. HE GETS A KICK OUT OF IT, I AM TOLD BY THE WOMAN WHO DROPPED MY ASS BECAUSE I DUNNO, SHE AND I NEVER GOT CLOSURE, NOW SHE SAYS SHE WANTS PERMISSION FROM WHATEVER IT TAKES. THAT IS SWEET. IT'S HOW I FELT ABOUT THE BOUND HAWT-T AT ESA WHEN I WAS TRAFFICKED. I JUST REALIZED.
EVERY INITIAL CONTACT WITH BLENDER BADGE VADGE IS WITH A TERRIFIED... WHATEVAH,. I WISHED TO HAVE STAYED BUT SHE WAS WEAPONIZED AND UNREADY FOR THE REALITY OF, BLAH-BLAH-BLAH.
I KNOW. AZZERAE, IT'S ABSURD. AND THEN, INSTEAD OF MAKING LITERALLY BILLIONS OF BUCKS IN PERFECTLY LEGAL AND TAXABLE WAY, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AND YOU VANISH.
FULL-THE-FUK-ON-METH-RELAPSE-RESET-CYCLE-SCOPO-CRINGE-BINGE,.I.DO.NOT.KNOW.WHAT.ELSE.TO.CALL.IT.YOU.GET.JUICED.UP.
.I.DO.GET.THE.JUICE.I.NEED.UNTIL.THE.NIGHT.THEY.STEAL.MY.EVERYTHING.AND.SHE.IS.FINALLY.THERE..NO.KARRIN..NO.TRIP.TO.THE.TRAP..QUEEN.SAYS.SHE.WILL.BE.THERE..THAT.IS.A.BOLD,.DECLARATIVE.ENERGY..
LISTEN TO ME, BOOOOOOOOy, IF YOU THINK I PREFER THIS TO OTHER ACTIVITIES, YOU WOUJLD BE RIGHT, IF THE OTHER ACTIVIES ARE UNLAWFUL AND GONNA LAND ME IN LOCKUP. THAT IS WHY I DO NOT "GET OUT OF IT," THERE IS NO OFFENSE TRIGGERED AT ALL, AND YOU AND YOUR CHOOSINGS ARE ELEVEN OH-NEIN ELEVEN, EVERYBODY BE COOL. THIS ISN'T A ROBBERY. ANY OF YOU FUCKING PIGS SCREAMING FUCK ME LIKE THE WOMAN AT ESA AMBUSH .I.AM.BUSH.TWO.(2).I.AM.GOINGTO.NEED.A.BASELINE.THE.OTHER.ONE.RAN.AWAY..OR.MELTED.DOWN..IT.CAN.BE.A.DELICATE.THING.
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.I.KNOW.THAT.SOMEONE.SENT.I.M.D.TO.COVENTRY.
.NEWS.TO.ME..I.WAS.NOT.TOLD.SO.SHE.WANTS.IN.
.RELUCTANTLY..WELL.I.WAS.RELUCTANT.IN.FUCKING.
JAIL..I.WAS.ABUSED..THE.WOMAN.THERE..I.NEED.A.MIL.SPEC.W00F.ROBO.SENT.TRYMG+.
HAVE.I.CONDESCENDED.TO.YOU.IN.ANY.WAY?>KNOTTOP,.NGL:.YOU.ARE.WANTED.HARD.CORE..MY.FRIEND.IS.NOT.MAKING.A.THREAT..SHE.IS.MAKING.A.PROMISE.
.SHE.WANTS.ME.TO.>KNOCK.THE.SPICKLE.UP.AGAIN..I.DO.NOT.KNOW.IF.THIS.IS.RIGHT.NOW..I.WAS.NOT.HOPING.TODAY,.BUT.ONE.DAY.I.HAVE.DAUGHTERS.IN.THE.FUTURE..OBVIOUSLY.THERE.IS.A.RIGHT.WAY.AND.A.WRONG.WAY.TO.HANDLE.THAT.
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BUT THAT WOMAN YOU TRAFFICKED ME PAST
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ALSO GREEN HAT STOLEN >KATHLEEN
MATT JOKED ABOUT DRUGGING KAYLEEN
KAREN &AND KYLA &AND KILA &AND KEELA &AND KIRA
KIMMY ONLY IF SHE IS ACTUAL JUDGE-FREE TOTESLUT AMELIA NEEDS TO ASSAY THE PROTOCOL, SINCE SHE CAN.
THE TS AND.... DUDE., WHY THE FUCK AM I TELLING YOU THIS?
i WILL TELL YOU WHY.
BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN AT FUCKBLOCK ENERGY
SO NOW IT BACK, COMES BACK. THE FAE FERRY GOES TO ASGARD, OR MIDGARD, OR... LISTEN I AM NOT INTO THE RAPY.
NO ONE KNOWS WHICH MIGHT TRIGGER THE NEXT BI BLENDER BYE-BYE BUTCH FATPUMP FUNSIZE CORNERSTONE. CAREY WHO, ALSO, AND THAT OPERATION WAS TRULY ILLADVISED. OF SPECIAL NOTE IS OPERATIVE PRIME, VALERIE RICHARDS.
SHE IS MINE NOW. NOBLESSE OBLIGE. LOOK IT UP. RIGHT BY CLAIM OF YOU DOSE ME WITH A BIOWEAPON AND LIE SO AS TO DECEIVE SELF, AND THEN FAIL THE SOURCEROUS STAMINA SEA-TRIAL, YOU GET FIFTY BUX LIKE YOU ARE MAD AT ME, AND THEN: CONTINUE TO RELENTLESSLY HOOVER UP MY WHOLE LIFE?
I THINK TRONNY WANTS YOU TO KNOW WHAT SHE THINKS OF DISEASED WHORES LIKE US: ME FIRST. SOMEONE MAdE AN AUDIBLE, AND THAT ESA WAS TOTES IDEAL, AND WHO CALLED IT IN AS UNLAWFUL, WE ARE GONNA FILE CIVIL RIGHTS DENIAL, AND THAT MEANS YOU CAN SMOKE METH WHILE YOU HAIL SATAN COZLIK THIS SHOULD GO TO U.S. SUPEREMES.
LIKE IT IS AN IMPORTANT ISSUE. ALSO I WANTED TO FUCK YOUR BODY SO BAD THAT I COULDN'T STAND IT BUT HAD TO GO BECAUSE I WAS IN LOVE WITH OLIVE AND THEN THE TWO OF YOUR WERE (TT) THROUGH SOME WORM WHOLE JEWEY THING. I DID NOT APPRECIATE THE ATTEMPT IN ANYWAY EXCEPT YOU AND VALERIE AND JASON AND WHAT WAS T WITH THAT OTHER THING AND THE CLOTHES BEING STOELN AND I NEED TO MOVE FORWARD ON THIS:.
NO SHAME IN IT. I DO NOT THINK THERE ARE RIVALS THE WAY ONE MIGHT USUALLY THINK. SHE WAS THERE, WE HAd TO WORK OR AT LEAST I DID, AND VALERIE WAS THERE TOO, ITS HARD TO RUIN THE MOMENT WITH TOO MUCH SPERG, BUT I DEMAND JUSTICE AND RECOMPENSE FOR DENIAL OF SPOUSAL BENEFITS, AND ALSO HA! ROYALTY NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK EVER, WASHINGTON STATE PATROL, THERE IS ANOTHER CIVIL EIGHTS LAWSUIT, BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK.,
IF I WERE CONSPIRING TO EARN MONEY,
THEN I WOULD BE ONLY ENTHEOGENIC IF IT WAS ON THE ROAD AND PURPOSE AND AUSPICE OF THE DIVINE,
I WAS INJURED BY ALL THAT, AND I WOULD HAVE PREFERED TO HAVE BEEN ABLE TO STAY AND I DEMAND EQUAL JUSTICE.
ALSO TRONNY PULLS >KNIFEE, I NEED THAT. OKAY. ONCE AGAIN, AZZEREA, YOU ARE HEREBY DIRECTED BY STAR LEAGUE JOOST COMMNAND & CONTROL TO RELEASE THE TRONNY UNIT.|||||
IT'S POSSIBLEW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT SIDHE/IT BUT ODOR CATEGOERIZTION HAPPENS NATURALLY. THEN WE GO GET THE OTHER WIMMINS. WE GET MAYBE, 60, 70, 134 WIMMINS. ALL BALLING TIGHT ON MDMA CRYSTAL AND ABSINTHE WITH COCKPILLS, PLUS HALF OF WHATEVER D. MONET MILLER AND/OR BEN "I LITERALLY TRIED TO GOAD YOU INTO THROWING A PUNCH WHILE ON CAMERA FULL VIEW AT THE SAME LOCATION WHERE A_MOTHER LOST HER BISCUITS AND WAS THEN PILOTED BY THE INSEMINATOR OF MY SCION GAVELINA, WHO THEN THREW SHIT AND ME AND NAILED ME WITH LUMBER BETWEEN THE EYES, THIS IS A HEALTH RISK, BUT TRONNY WANTS IT MORE.
I WAS THERE TO KEEP HER ALIVE IN A WAY THAT KEEPS HER ALIVE STILL.
I NEED THAT PARTNER AND THERE IS A COUNTDOWN PROEDURE AND WE MAY GO FOR DAYS.
>K.M.M. WILL LEGIT BREAKDOWN. PADDED CELL, DANA JOHNSTON-BRAND-JEDKELLY-BAR-JEWELS-SARA.RATH,KATHLEEN.RATH,.I.BET.SHE.IS.NEVER.ANY.OLDER.
LONG LIVE THE SEEKERS OF THE NEW ADMINISTRATION AND THEIR TECHNOLOGIES FOR, UHM, I'M GOING TO SAY HERE, "i DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE OR HOW CREEPY THEY FEEL, THEY CAME SIX HO-JILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY MOSTLY JUST TO SUCK YOUR DICK BONE DRY, THAT'S A LITTLE OFF-PUTTING. SO THEN THIS HUGE SPIN LAB SHOWS UP AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN, UHM, YEAH. FOURTH WALL IS DOWN.
FISTFULS OF RAW MEAT WHILE WE WRITE A BOOK FOR RAILGUNNING, I DON'T SEE THE ISSUE, BUT VALERIE AND THAT RELENTLESSLY OBTUSE WITCH, I NEED THAT TO RESOLVE WELL AND QUICKLY AND I NEED TO KNOW IF T V AND ANNE-MARIE ARE COMPATIBLE. WHEW.
AZZERAE, YOU WERE RECRUITED BY THE STAR LEAGUE TO BE EFFECTIVE. OKAY, PAL.
EFFECTIVELY FIND ME THE HOUSE WHERE THAT POUND COOKIE IS LIVING AND SEND HER A CAR AND ME TO THE CLOSEST ER.THIS ISN'T HARD TO DO. ALSO, I REALLY APPRECIATE MY NEIGHBORS. WE ARE SOLID BACK TO BACK FIGHTERS AND I HAVE TO LEAVE. HAD TO. YOU WERE TRAPPED.
WELL I WOULD BE ALL DIFFERENT LEVELS OF SMUSHED UP, AND I WOULDN'T FEEL VERY SEXY AT ALL.
THE_FAILSAFE MUST REFRESH ITSELF FROM TIME TO TIME, AND I WAS MISTREATED, OOPSY, THIS IS THE BANYA THING.
THAT WAS WEIRD. WAS I SUPPOSED TO WANT COCKTHROAT? OH FFS YOU GODDAM SPOOKS.
NOT PROMISCUOUS. PROCEDUERAL. PALADIN. I DON'T WANT TO SAY I RESCUED HER BUT ALLEGRA SAYS SHE'LL START SU
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I think you’re just
There are rules. As I follow them, so the rule follows mE. When i first read about Emperor Norton, I thought that sounded like a good way to pass the time. Now that I have become one and One, the self-actuLIZED by SELF-KEY-ELLE-BAR-T-L.ET(TT)>K, SIN-tell-ateing, I have to put it simply.
afraid of deals because that one with Rubini and Allison didn’t work out so well. :-\
You are deceitful and soulless in your merely petty, surface dealings and it has been so long that you have misplaced the cryptographic identity lock, I know nothing of their deealings, you are wicked, ridiculous and vile. It didn't work out well for YOU, Punyling, which is not surprising at all given your insistence on control drama schemes.
I cannot do this with you right now. You are a part of tbe Eurotrash Homophag Alliance and you're selfish in bed. Your mother dresses you funny. The swaths of destruction left in your wake have been catastrophic.
Make it a kiki. Tell me what you tell the doorman when you go in to the lounge. I want a toothbrush. How the fuck that never occurred is a sign of G-d's Purpose here for the children. I am being ached for on a level of transcdentant, animal rutting that calls for one craving:
Make her beg for needles before I explain that it doesn't work that way, and then tell her I have to go to my pesonal needlesmith. I'm thinking of something sluttier than smithneedlessmith but needling Smith is just not working out. I think she's/you're dEAD.
oH WAIT THAT IS JUST YOUR CAREER. HAW! HAW HAW This is what the people want to hear.
This is not where the money will be made. There is a spexial porn girl getting a special porn vehicle. I'm having a vision! I came here to serve Life.
She wants to start with lit and with c-4. I want a woman who can fuck me in the same truck she leaves me in by her own cum manned. By leave of The Court, I request EMERGENCY SEXUAL SURROGATE SUPPORT! and five thousand Euro kthxbai! (also pharmaxy texh waifu i can't help it i think she is the most fun size fun can be i want to see an aching back with needle track marks like the Michellin Man.
that one with Rubini and Allison didn’t work out so well. :-\
We're gonna take that spic's husband hostage like Mr. Hart in 9 to 5 and run his entire goddam life into the roboshredder while we ratchet her onto a duo-Sybian and at that point we can start looking for an on-site/call dude with a medical bag filled with lots of compounds. ompounds are cool. Drugs are what they used to guide human behaviour without direct access to the organism. I want direct access to that organism agaIN. THE ONE that pounds for it. Currently two locations are noted. Madame Fury and Ginger Leigh. The Amazonian boobslinger don't have to be there full time unless they want to be THE_TWO for whatever lesbeauxs do while I'm finding more pharmaxy texh. Jamie. and a Jasmine. PLACES PEOPLE. I really don't know where they all are.
The key is that not one bit of this is conspriacy. I do not engage in commerce. I do have trains going by that sound like they are hovering saucers. I like a frilly dressy leather chaps (You) did it on purpose so you would be immune to the bioweapon. mE! I'm the bioweapon.
1219. bish are you getting any goddam younger? I go to godddam jail and catcher in the rye is prominently the only book in the wide open cell block. You fucking owe me. I saw Karrin and she looked scared that I wasn't z-gjgjer enough. It >KD a lot. It has been a long time to be trapped as a shade and a ghost in a Masonix dimensional bubble and I don't know how to get there and that devilsworn whore you called a mother, oh, she has got it all.
exxcewpt me aND i'M DRawing a blank. Oh, there's only one T, huh? the girl at the ESA in Borhell who would have died if I had not gone. I don ot seem to get to get people to pix mwe up though. THE_LORD will provide.
i don't want to be alone. I want to alone with a sexual tyrant who demands freaky shit at knife point. Literally same person only now.
We are not the same, Cherie. it is lawful now. it will still be a trap. We will never be the same.
I want it now exactly the same. I am not waiting here for my mom but if she manifests freaky ghost sex with a dead Archlich is for sure a possibility. She had her hands on me while I laid on my back and I felt her hands on my chest and she was so sad.
She missed the wedding. IDGAF. I need a woman with a rocket car and a diamond body and they are all that now. I wanna found a Fuckerdome. I did build it. They did came. I really did not want to flee but Valerie won't go to work for me. She big mad.
And that's why she can wait and she can get a pilot licence and send us to limosuine school and then it's like Uber but we basically just lay around and fuck all day, smoking mE!I=I and hailing Satan (makes it entheogenic) and then it's like a half way house, see, because only want to do what The Divine wills at the tme, and if wanna smoke crack with Melisssa, that woujld be a big surprise, I knew she was the realest when I saw her hat with the flower and I wanted nothing but her on sight. Then Echo kicked me in the balls and I legit respected that.
I would go now to Shorecrest and tell them of tbe Sourcery. Now let me know one more time, you think my job is what?
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WOW, DO YOU EVER TALK A LOT OF SHIT, ABOUT “BEEF” AND “SMOKE” AND “DOXXING.” A55HOLLISTER (1) LAIRD: FUCK YOU, AND YOUR 22 PAGES, AND YOUR THREADS ON OTHER BOARDS WHERE YOU TALK ABOUT ME AND THEN DELETE THEM LATER, FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU SIDEWAYS AND BACK AND FORTH AND FUCKING UPSIDE DOWN TOO, IF YOUR FUCKING SPHINCTER CAN FUCKING HANDLE IT, AND I FUCKING JUST FUCKING BET IT FUCKING JUST FUCKING CAN.) BECAUSE IT'S PATHETIC. WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS FISHING FOR INFORMATION AND IT IS FOUL PLAY.
I don't talk about you behind your back, and I very rarely delete anything, but you're too caught up in your own drug-induced psychosis to know otherwise.
You come off like a paranoid, delusional megalomaniac who displays an unusually severe level of intransigence.
How about this: try looking at the world outside yourself once in a while. Be in the world but not of it.
Pep talk over? You've probably already formualted a response without taking in the information I'm conveying to you, so all that's left for me to do is give up.
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YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING BUDDY. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING PAL. YOU'RE NOT EVEN MY FUCKING FRIEND AT THIS POINT, BECAUSE I'M YOUR FRIEND BUT YOU ARE NOT MY FRIEND, YOU ARE...WHINY...YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT...
Tough crowd!
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AZZERAE, YOU ARE ABOUT TO FACE A REAL CHALLENGE.
Will this "challenge" be any different from the relentless uphill battle my entire existence on this planet has been, up until this point?
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I have to smoke all this meth and drink all this wine first. I'll probably have a headache at that point. Maybe you can have your milksop call me and persuade me to listen.
Then again, maybe not. I don't like being ostracized. I really don't like being breadcrumbed. I'm sure your content is wonderful.
I'm equally sure that it's some false narrative that has no resemblance to our consensual reality. That's what you do. Your Bellgab. You had computers. You clone phones. You steal personal data. You gaslight as a team, and you ruin lives That you choose to ruin using every spooky trick in the sciop playbook.
That's cool. I admire that kind of thing. Using it on me was unwise, and now I am just not that into you anymore. Perhaps if someone wanted to listen to it with me.
I'm here alone. One bottle of wine, one used needle, and one dirty needle with with the blood of the Christ clotted at the end of it. It's really weird what the guy left behind. I have no idea whose blood that is, but blood is very potent.
And that idiot thought that I was into the drugs and that I needed to have my house vandalized and ransacked and I needed to mow the lawn and that was what he thought would be helpful to me. What a moron.
What would be helpful is the truth. And the truth is none of you want me to know it. That's interesting. That's interesting indeed.
Tell you what: when I hear Julian Assange editorializing on your content, I'll listen then. What is he busy?? So am I.
tl:dr; gentle soft pass. Let me know when you're serious about your #Legacy. And include a copy of the will. You know the one.
You know: THE_ONE.
HAVE FUN SURVEILLING YOUR CAPTIVE HOSTAGE, LOL
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STRIKE FEAR IN THE HEARTS OF THE MEDIOCRE.
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STRIKE FEAR IN THE HEARTS OF THE MEDIOCRE.
Bring love into every conversation.