Look, don't get me wrong; I love it when all of all y'all keep talking about Me incessantly--totes--but maybe you if you wanna just lollygag around and spin yarn on me, you could make another thread, eh?
"I know this sounds embarrassing, but I am starting to grow a horn in the middle of my forehead. For now, it's only the size of a small thorn. I can imagine it some day the size of a rhino-like structure. My question for the moment is, would women find this attractive?"
You wouldn't want to make the class monitors angry...
"I know this sounds embarrassing, but I am starting to grow a horn in the middle of my forehead. For now, it's only the size of a small thorn."
Forehead horns, vestigial tails.
With Jackstar, there's always somethin' goin' on.
Fuck off.
I'm going back to bed. To sleep. Alone.
Fuck off.
I'm scared of what is going on in the world right now.
I know how to bring it into prospective, but it works better to do it with someone else who knows what is going on.
Jackstar. Please, tell me. Am I making any sense, or have my advanced years finally tweaked my mode of thinking? :-[
Ask Jack Anything
Let's pull out the old mailbag and see what we have for Jack today.Quote"I know this sounds embarrassing, but I am starting to grow a horn in the middle of my forehead. For now, it's only the size of a small thorn. I can imagine it some day the size of a rhino-like structure. My question for the moment is, would women find this attractive?"
This reference to a little horn speaks of the Antichrist.
Oh, you're making perfect scents.
But do women find this attractive?
But do women find [a little horn] attractive?
@JaxTard what is your preferred method
Where is the fealty?
Did you really have Starr Mountain plead your case before the peanut gallery?
This has caused quite a storm.
https://ellgab.com/index.php?topic=1255.0
Of course, the Fanged One has not waded in yet.
Where is the fealty?
Did you really have Starr Mountain plead your case before the peanut gallery?
This has caused quite a storm.
https://ellgab.com/index.php?topic=1255.0
Of course, the Fanged One has not waded in yet.
Where is the fealty?
Did you really have Starr Mountain plead your case before the peanut gallery?
This has caused quite a storm.
https://ellgab.com/index.php?topic=1255.0
Of course, the Fanged One has not waded in yet.
Come home?! Since when was he ever an Ellgabber? ???
Regardless, it’s extremely weak tea on his part. Bart will be editing his posts to make sure he’s in compliance. ::)
That motherfucker won't last a week.🤣#Weak
Only Senda rivals him in length and incoherency in his posts.
I have cornholed PB to the point that it's like throwing a hotdog down a hallway now. We need some fresh meat. I vote yes.
Just another manipulative ploy on Jacko’s part. I'm sure Azz will come running to soothe the needs of his massive ego and tiny shtick promptly.
Did you really have Starr Mountain plead your case before the peanut gallery?
Jack, why such a prima donna? Why such a high maintenance drama queen?
https://ellgab.com/index.php?topic=1255.0
Jacko, why does your girlfriend suck dick worse than you?
3:1 it is a "NO-GO", B.Elle won't allow it.
IF it is allowed I give it less than a week, 1:6 odds.
Come home?! Since when was he ever an Ellgabber? ???
Regardless, it’s extremely weak tea on his part. Bart will be editing his posts to make sure he’s in compliance. ::)
Nice! Another knife in my back, from Starr.
:)
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Hey, Associate Producer, don't bother clocking in tomorrow morning--
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I posted this on your Twitter DM yesterday. Dear Azz. I am so sorry about the rift between you and Jackstar. You are both special to me so I will not be choosing sides. He asked me to start a thread for him on ellgab so he can post there again. This is nothing against you. I am staying on Patreon and I am with you as always. I love you, Azz. XOXOXOX.
I posted this on your Twitter DM yesterday. Dear Azz. I am so sorry about the rift between you and Jackstar. You are both special to me so I will not be choosing sides. He asked me to start a thread for him on ellgab so he can post there again. This is nothing against you. I am staying on Patreon and I am with you as always. I love you, Azz. XOXOXOX.
Oh, sure. You love them but what about me, Starr? What about me?! :'(
:-* :-* :-*
Okay?
God damn it, you're right!
For some reason I never got a notification to make me aware that you had sent the DM, however, you did send the DM, and 19 hours ago.
My bad. Azzerae fucks up again.
Better. :)Gud. ;D
I knew once you had all the data you might reconsider. Thank you, Azz.
So, am I still your associate producer (or as Jack might call it) your Ass. Pro.? ;D ;D ;D
C'mon, you knew the whole "you're fired" thing was meant as a joke, no?
Well uh, um . . . yeah! Yes, of course! Silly me. ;D ;D ;D ;)
I told Jack I'm not giving up on him.
I don't give up on people.
I even extended an olive branch to DVR just a couple days ago.
I like to get along with people, I'm a sociable real live person who'd rather make friends than enemies.
But I always get depicted as the bad guy somehow.
Not always.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but that may come from trying to please everyone all of the time. It seldom works. I know. That is a wall I've been banging my head against much of my life. :-[
No? Well, I'm sorry. I honestly know how much you love Trump and even put a smiley face underneath the line "another knife in my back, this time from Starr," it was a weak attempt at a joke and something tells me Jack's sociopathy is rubbing off on me.
You spend to much time with that dude anyone can get their whole entire energy split.
I didn't see it at first. I just went back to your post and sure enough, there it is.
Sorry, Azz. My aging eyesight misses stuff like that sometimes. :-[
Wow, he gave you head?
Did he take his false teeth out?
I heard he and Starr share a pair.
I'm glad you didn't see it, I was a naughty boy.
Do you think I'm any weirder than Jack is?
Am I thatwacky?Unique.
I think of myself a certain way, but often the way we perceive ourselves is off some.
LMFAO! That's FUNNY! ;D
FIFY. ;)
Always looking on the bright side, you.
Remember to check your messages before you leave today.
LMFAO! That's FUNNY! ;D
Have you ever played Viking chess?
At the start of the game the King is trapped in the center
and, against all odds, must fight his way out to the edge.
This is an allegory of the Viking state of mind.
Our fate is sealed. All we can do is die a hero.
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I can pretend to be Jacko answering this if you'd like.
The intention was that Jack would find his way out of zugzwang.
That is, get off the pot and make a move, even if it hurts.
He's never played Viking chess anyway. He's living it.
Bitch Baby Child Girl
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https://voca.ro/1bIu6cYuVkkT
Any idea of who he’s talking about?
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Should I know? It’s hard to keep track with Jack.
OK FUCKERS, LET'S GO STRAIGHT TO BUSINESS.
JACK, RETURN THE $3500 I GAVE YOU AS AN ADVANCE FOR YOU TO WRITE A BOOK AND YOU USED THAT MONEY TO PAY FOR THE ABORTION ON YOUR S**T GIRLFRIEND!!!
THAT CHILD WAS MINE, NOT YOURS, YOU JUNKIE.
PAY THE MONEY BACK OR I WILL SEND DOG AFTER YOU, HE WILL TRACK YOU DOWN. I DON'T CARE, SELL YOUR MOTHER'S JEWELRY.
YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS
OK FUCKERS, LET'S GO STRAIGHT TO BUSINESS.
JACK, RETURN THE $3500 I GAVE YOU AS AN ADVANCE FOR YOU TO WRITE A BOOK AND YOU USED THAT MONEY TO PAY FOR THE ABORTION ON YOUR S**T GIRLFRIEND!!!
THAT CHILD WAS MINE, NOT YOURS, YOU JUNKIE.
PAY THE MONEY BACK OR I WILL SEND DOG AFTER YOU, HE WILL TRACK YOU DOWN. I DON'T CARE, SELL YOUR MOTHER'S JEWELRY.
YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS
OK FUCKERS, LET'S GO STRAIGHT TO BUSINESS.
JACK, RETURN THE $3500 I GAVE YOU AS AN ADVANCE FOR YOU TO WRITE A BOOK AND YOU USED THAT MONEY TO PAY FOR THE ABORTION ON YOUR S**T GIRLFRIEND!!!
THAT CHILD WAS MINE, NOT YOURS, YOU JUNKIE.
PAY THE MONEY BACK OR I WILL SEND DOG AFTER YOU, HE WILL TRACK YOU DOWN. I DON'T CARE, SELL YOUR MOTHER'S JEWELRY.
YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS
You’re both enabling the reinforcing of a blistering blundering basket case.
Can't this Jackwagon just take some accountability like everyone else and develop as a normal human being should?#PoppyCock
Jackstar is attempting to grace his way back in here like it was a master plan of a joke all this time.
You’re both enabling the reinforcing of a blistering blundering basket case.
Can't this Jackwagon just take some accountability like everyone else and develop as a normal human being should?
YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS
hi zazaYOU'RE SO STUPI
Post often.
YOU'RE SO STUPI
YOU'RE SO DUMB
MIDGET FRAME = MIDGET BRAIN
You’re both enabling the reinforcing of a blistering blundering basket case.
I'm done. For real.
Is the answer to a rhetorical question irrelevant?
...
The glitter in the darkness of my world. /flex
Can it, Draco. I've had about enough of your shite for the time being. No forearm tattoos for YOO— *click*
JACK AND METRON SHOULD FUCKING RAPE YOU AS A PART OF AN EXORCISM.
COIN TOSS WILL TELL WHO WILL FUCK YOU IN YOUR OBESE ASS AND WHO WILL FUCK YOU IN YOUR PUFFY MOUTH
MAYBE LEE WILL JOIN AND WILL FUCK YOU IN YOUR RIB
Can it, Draco. I've had about enough of your shite for the time being. No forearm tattoos for YOO— *click*
...Were you looking in the mirror?..
Bruh, did you really call Rubini?
Look who decided to come back.
I don't have his number, but if you're going to count looking at myself in the mirror and saying his name out loud three times, I've only done that twice. Last year. I wasn't drunk. I just wanted to see what would happen.
Recommended. That being said, I fail to understand why the comings and goings of my nine cellhones, two iPhones, an upgraded Speak & Spell, and seventy-four Google Accounts are of any concern of yours. How dare you, Sir? How absolutely dare you? Can't you just get a warrant or a writ or something like a normal person or something? This is an abject disgrace.
... for you. Time of my life over here, Toots. ZUGZWANG. You know, I've read about this in books. One guy in a house, another guy in a sniper's nest... like, seriously, this shit is practically cut out of pure cardboard.
How did anyone not see this coming? I was afraid my top secret ultimate disaster plan would never get the cobwebs shaken off of it. Silly me.
Hi, Mom!!!
So, what is happening in Seattle these days?
I'm glad you didn't see it, I was a naughty boy.
Do you think I'm any weirder than Jack is?
Am I that wacky?
I think of myself a certain way, but often the way we perceive ourselves is off some.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR SHORT LEGS YOU RODE IT ON.
WELL, IT WENT LIKE THIS.
K_DUBB AKA "SKINNY COOKIE" AS HE WAS KNOWN IN HIS PEDO "CLUB" GOT TOO COCKY AND ONE DAY HE CHALLENGED THE 'FAT BOIS'.
HE INSULTED THEM.
'FAT BOIS' DIDN'T LIKED THAT AT FUCKING ALL, AND 'FAT BOIS' STARTED TO LOOK FOR HIM ON THE STREETS OF SEATTLE BASED ON HIS AVATAR PICTURE THAT THEY GOT IT FROM AZZ'S BOARD.
AND 'FAT BOIS' GOT LUCKY ONE DAY AND THEY FOUND HIM.
THE REST IS HISTORY.
THERE IS A GARBAGE DUMP SOMEWHERE IN FILTHY SEATTLE.
HISTORY OF A PEDO WHO LIKED TO BAKE COOKIES AND GIVE THEM TO YOUNG CHILDREN, AND THEN HE ......................................
NO MORE COOKIES - NO MORE PEDO - NO MORE ABUSED CHILDREN
I'm not convinced of this. Were this to have happened, someone would have questioned me by now, and so far: bupkis.
"THE LESS YOU KNOW THE SOUNDER YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT"
OLD PROVERB
RUBINI, you scoundrel! You have no right to threaten ourHemingwayBukowski in residence.
Why not? He has no problem threatening everyone in his path!
JACK AND METRON SHOULD FUCKING RAPE YOU AS A PART OF AN EXORCISM.
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Not gonna lie: I am also available for weddings and bar mitzvahs.
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Not gonna lie: I am also available for weddings and bar mitzvahs.
Nice to see that Jack has not lost his fastball.
This dude could serve y'all shit in a napkin, and you'd still call him a chef.
DO YOU DESPISE HYPOCRITES?
No.
HMMMM...DON'T YOU HAVE ANY MORAL PRINCIPLES IN LIFE?
I GUESS YOU ARE YOURSELF A HYPOCRITE, AND THAT'S WHY.
YOU KNOW, HYPOCRITES ARE LIARS.
THAT'S HOW THEY OPERATE.
THEY LIE.
SO, YOU ARE ONE OF THEM?
SO SAD.
MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU ARE DEPRESSED ALL YOUR LIFE.
Dude, would you kindly shut the fuck up? Just for a little while.
Even idiots have to sleep. Right?
Rubini is actually quite funny. That never was your forte, Jacko.#GetAHobby
Dude, would you kindly shut the fuck up? Just for a little while.
Even idiots have to sleep. Right?
Rubini is actually quite funny. That never was your forte, Jacko.#GetAHobby
Dude, would you kindly shut the fuck up? Just for a little while.
Even idiots have to sleep. Right?
Rubini is actually quite funny. That never was your forte, Jacko.#GetAHobby
Dude, would you kindly shut the fuck up? Just for a little while.
Even idiots have to sleep. Right?
Rubini is actually quite funny. That never was your forte, Jacko.#GetAHobby
Dude, would you kindly shut the fuck up? Just for a little while.
Even idiots have to sleep. Right?
Rubini is actually quite funny. That never was your forte, Jacko.
DON'T YOU HAVE ANY MORAL PRINCIPLES IN LIFE?
Rubini hasn't actually been funny for quite some time.
SO LET'S SEE WHO IS OUR: Innerreach
WELL, WELL, WELL. LOL
WE HAVE A VERY MASSIVE BOTTOM FAGGET HERE.
FUCKING DISGUSTING DEGENERATE REPULSIVE FILTH.
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Inner+reaching
Inner reaching:
is the use of the fist to feel the inner regions of one's rectum.
Usually searching for abnormalities, however, can be used to enduce sexual pleasure in older men.
"Doc i felt something up there when i was Inner reeaching"
YOUR S**T GIRLFRIEND!!!
Sometimes catnaps will do.;D :-*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W85oD8FEF78
Rubini hasn't actually been funny for quite some time.
SNOWFLAKE, NOBODY IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY POSTS.
JUST IGNORE THEM.
DON'T KLICK ON THEM, BOTTOM BITCH.
I have a question.
Are you trying to convey that you are shouting or is there an issue
I have a question.
BLIND BITCH
MAKE THAT RED ARROW BIT BIGGER
IT'S FUCKING HARD TO SEE
BLIND BITCH
MAKE THAT RED ARROW BIT BIGGER
IT'S FUCKING HARD TO SEE
It's hard to believe *snip*
I have a question.
Are you trying to convey that you are shouting or is there an issue with this:
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Maybe it's a brony thing.
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Can Jack come out and play?
Oooookay, you are having the greatest life e v e r you must be so proud and happy.
I've been quite busy looking for evidence that anyone here cares at all about your posts. Can't find any.
Carry on.
Maybe it's a brony thing.
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I've been quite busy looking for evidence that anyone here cares at all about your posts. Can't find any.
Carry on.
DON'T ASSUME THAT BASED ON YOUR OWN SELF
LOL!
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
Be careful what you wish for!
I WILL GIVE AN IDEA.
WHEN THE Yawnstar posts something, just change shit in his post randomly (copy and paste) sentences, add text to it.
Nobody will notice weirdness and stupidity in his text, and he himself might not notice that either.
WIN-WIN
AND YOU WILL HAVE FUN DOING IT. LOL
Please explain.
SITUATION AMONTILLADO
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. EAP
SITUATION AMONTILLADO
Be careful what you wish for!
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Well thankfully I still don't know what that was. And whether it was representational of reality or of a slice of fiction, it still existed. I literally don't remember what it signified. That was the problem.
I know. Write!
Jackstar is a friend to all
So I sued time for malpractice.
>Z
Time passes.And, I don't plan on returning, because, no matter how much distance I keep or how long I wait for my wounds to heal, they'd re-open with the slightest flashback.
Well, for one thing, they're both following orders, and for another I know it would not last without minute to minute control.
So I let it go and ran.
Jack,
How many words per minute do you type?
Shall I look up Freewriter or would you like to tell me what it is? Your choice.
I pretty much just go for the gusto.
I was going to buy one of those Freewriters, but then I found out I wasn't going to be free for a while, so I figured I'd wait.
Yes, it might be. Did you take a class? I had to take one in HS and it was terrible. Not because I was unable, but because I pushed the classroom door open to enter and not be late and it slammed into the teacher who had positioned herself for some odd reason behind the door with.................a hot cup of coffee. Not a wise place to position oneself with a hot beverage. But it was MY fault, not hers. And beverages were not permitted to be in the classroom at all so also she was violating policy. But it was MY fault!
And, that's how I became your Ambassador. I'm assuming this is your request I have here folded and spindled and mailed in triplicate?
Oh, but your things are important. Okay Dude.
I know. Write!
How could a triad of sylphs, so trite, appear so fluent in the nomenclature of a future time? Perhaps in order to initiate (and streamline) the process of transmogrification, there erupted a last ditch effort to avoid what was so plainly kismet.
There they were, poised, and transposed, in an over-sized aquarium that their daddies kept cleanly to unhealthy degrees-- Writing suicide notes with invisible ink on transparencies. Posting them to the glass boundaries that surround their seas.
Little did anyone suspect, those bastards were just hacks, with rusty scalpels and barbed-wire stitch threads. And instead of seeing things clearly, their vision remained pitched red.
Then there's this glitch in my head, one that's got me thinking contradictions. I think it said, 'This really means something to me. I'll always treasure it as a token of our time together.' But I'm left instead, with a picture perfect scene in my head-- Vivid. As if lipread, 'Sympathize with the sorrow by stroking the scar.'
Though I'm remorseful of the pain I've caused you, it's underdeveloped and needs time to grow. I'm not saying you're overly naïve ... I just think you should get into the habit of seeing when strings are attached. And, fortunately enough, I'm compassionate enough to throw back what I catch.
People seem to think they're as safe as cartoons-- simply because they speak in bubbles. While, what they really want, is some sort of sanitized safe-haven where they can face Satan - reach out and have his faith straightened!
See, I am nothing but a shell of the man I once was. So you can put me to your ear and actually hear yesteryears ocean wave current. And I could sense intense resistance, so I had no other choice but to cut the line.
Say. I know exactly what you mean when you say it hurts too much to talk: I've been there ... And, I don't plan on returning, because, no matter how much distance I keep or how long I wait for my wounds to heal, they'd re-open with the slightest flashback.
So I sued time for malpractice.
I must say, the depth and stylization of your understanding into his psyche is downright impressive.
Some things are just experimental, investigative and nothing at all crucial.
The things that you're really going to regret; the stuff that's going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you've already made those mistakes, you just don't know what they are yet.
I believe we are at impasse.
Thanks, Doc.
I needs all the hope and insight I can get.
I believe we are at impasse.
Word on the street is that I've passed.
Flying colors.
I've got way better things to do with my free time
What things?
Shall I look up Freewriter or would you like to tell me what it is? Your choice.
Don't go fibbing, now.
Don't go fibbing, now.
JaxTard, how long does one pound of crystal meth typically last you?
I'm guessing about three days.
Axing for a fiend, TIA.
Actually succeeding in deceiving Me is another matter entirely. Want to take a ride, bunyip? No... you DON'T.
Beyond BEYOND Thunderbird Begins! NOW!
in ten minutes
Ask Jack Anything
Let's pull out the old mailbag and see what we have for Jack today.
Mail sent.
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You wouldn't want to make the class monitors angry or trample on their OCD feelings. It can be tempting.
Asking for the cherubim.
The things that you're really going to regret; the stuff that's going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you've already made those mistakes, you just don't know what they are yet.
I believe we are at impasse.
How do you manage to "Twit" and "Dove" in the same time/space continuum?
Kegels.
Something's working.
[Y'all] can pay my debts.
Asking for a coupling of Ewoks.
You are be gay with each other.
It's what My Mother, The ArchLich wanted. Shrug. I think it worked out okay. I learned a lot, had a few laughs--no body, no crime.
The most important thing to remember is that I didn't become the sole Beneficiary of A Special Needs Trust because I am retarded. It was my father that was the retard. My hand to God. His death has improved our relationship immensely. It's a coin flip to call which of us is more humbled. He was always big on teaching through shame.
Back off man. I'm a scientist wearing a black robe with midnight blue velvet cuffs that I've had for thirty years. I am naked underneath. I have masturbated no less than five times in the last 35 hours, consuming my own essence with joyous glee each time. Your arguments are thus, rendered invalid.
Quot erat demonstratum.
You were asked to present. This is Rivertown. I run a tight ship here.
VIDEO: Illuminati trigger phrase
A little gnome told me you live in an Enchanted Valley. Is that true?
His name was Phil or Simon, something like that.
Jack, will there ever be a rainbow?
Yes’M; and if it were not for the extraordinarily necessary and absolutely impossibly secure security that they got on dagobah we could be rolling around like a pair of freezen weasels right now, but we should probably wait a little while just so the babies don't get scared. I don't want to be a role model to anybody who wakes up early and decides it's time to start pushing buttons even though they don't know what they're doing. Tell me sometimes I can work but other times you can blow up your whole goddamn starship in your whole family with it, which is cool but once again I don't want to be a role model for that.
Standards. Security for you, standards for me. This is in fact the way it's supposed to be. No complaints. Thought of my watch: not Cody not today, but not toady today either.
Rainbow world problems.
So, yes?
So, yes?
/Soft steady smile
Totesgay. ::)
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How about if I pretend to pull off my own dick and get away with it for seventeen years while gulping/harvesting/guzzling my own essence the entire time while the whole goddam world stands/sits/S.T.A.N.D. watching by, totesagape? Because, look, look, read, read: if that isn't g-a-y enough for the likes of (You), I can just suck S/her clit a little and cry out her brother's name at point of j-gasm, that oughta do the trick to push Me over the edge. (If this can be triggered to happen in an area of local sp/ace/ty/me with the nanotech actually naturally enabled, so much & all the better, we can probably get my ablative armor to manifest and cover me up in a badass S&M black nanotek panther gimp suit. I'm game, as long as I can still vape whatever I want while wearing it. (P/M***y, fo sho)
And, if not, well... I AM THAT I AM WILLING TO LEARN.
How about if I pretend to pull off my own dick and get away with it for seventeen years while gulping/harvesting/guzzling my own essence the entire time while the whole goddam world stands/sits/S.T.A.N.D. watching by, totesagape? Because, look, look, read, read: if that isn't g-a-y enough for the likes of (You), I can just suck S/her clit a little and cry out her brother's name at point of j-gasm, that oughta do the trick to push Me over the edge. (If this can be triggered to happen in an area of local sp/ace/ty/me with the nanotech actually naturally enabled, so much & all the better, we can probably get my ablative armor to manifest and cover me up in a badass S&M black nanotek panther gimp suit. I'm game, as long as I can still vape whatever I want while wearing it. (P/M***y, fo sho)
And, if not, well... I AM THAT I AM WILLING TO LEARN.
Are you done losing yet?
And we laughed at you
Are youhappyoverjoyedecstatic the way things are going?
All together now ...
hxxxps://youtu.be/n_gtGfAail4
All together now ...
My friends Dale and Heidi and a few select other individuals can take their definition of spam and shove it up or down (Blank) Lee's throat or ass, whichever they like, because I have had my fill of being considered a problem that needs extinguishment.
I'll be frank: you're lucky to be remembered here at all, and I'm not the one who called someone to have curses cast on them, and I am the one who has black magick generational curses that still need to be cleared. Now, I have a solution:
I'll dump two of each of the remaining on each of you and I'll just fuck right off. I don't need your unspam and you don't need my "spam" and I'll say this for you: at least you're not whining about having your daughter abducted and implanted in the body of your secretary's pimp, like -some- people are.
Which reminds me, I guess I'll shut up about my "spam" necklace now. And if you ever want to be a real pissy bitch again, just start with hypocrisy, as you'll probably want to save whatever piss you got left the next time you suddenly wake up fucked-off in the middle of the desert at a quarter to three
IN THE AFTERNOON.
TOWER. LEE. JAZZ. HAUGHT.
(BLANK) LEE IS ORPHAN BLACK.
(Thanks for publically blocking and unblocking me, as it is obvious to all who happened to see, what kind of a puny simpleton mind you possess. You took what was never there to begin with in the first place and now it's a total shadow war forever, and I'm going to just go to sleep, visit the dreams of dancing lesbians, and make their little brothers cry.
AND THEN, HENCE UNTO THE SEVENTH GENERATION AND ON TO THE TWELFTH.
)
That's five down and a couple dozen more to go, thanks for the use of your line, landphil. (Lose the crone with the glasses, I've swallowed the lightsoul, let the dark one continue to seethe (what is she, a nanotech-powered grudgewench? I don't even care what her beef was or ever fuckin' will be, tired! nap!), and de-age her a few months, maybe that will help with her never having anything relevant to talk with about or, listen to her about, or fucking even remember to take note: she's everywhere with that bad attitude, and she's so just, too, wow, what a hero.) By the way someone committing ID fraud is likely to hit you next as I just explained to someone that, steak knives or no: YOU ARE GOING THE FUCK OUT.
And yeah, Dale, I could just have you all fucking killed, but this way, not only am I not breaking any laws or NO CONTACT (fingers crossed), but there's chance people might spam your board with something that can deal with the likes of your and your ilk. (Please be nanotronic plague, you bullying dopesick wanker fuck.)
Have you ever had a psychiatric evaluation or considered therapy?
Why do you suppose you are so unappreciated and unloved?
Why do you keep on attacking and threatening almost everyone?
Except of course that astral love connection DVR.
so there's a big production about various legal options and forms and such, because people do these nutty things like insurance and freaking out and flying away to Guam and shit, and I didn't want to do that, I really only just got here, but I need to be able to do things, like deliver this piece of mail I just got, we'll see. I'm becoming a popular topic now on places people talk about people, which I guess is sensible because I am so awesome but yet, so are you, and I've had too much of a good thing, I guess I am told. (I told them back it's gonna be more of whatever i want. I KNOW!)
looks like I'm going to be cleared to be left alone and can do as I please, as long as I please to get served with a variety of civil lawsuits which are going to be increasingly onerous for one to deal with as I age (will actually need secretary) and nothing much has changed, I'm still bonkers for you, yeah (It's not for class.) and I suppose killing the secretary is not an option anyway I do not wish a disposable secretary or any kind of secretary at all, I only would like to dream of wishing for you but maybe you might like it. also I trust you to electrocute invaders. like actual. I knowit's frustration cityIKNOW!
I don't feel terrible but it is an unusual set of stressors. Like you can't/don't write back, well, that's just like my mother who died in Auschwitz. ooh. too soon? K, sorry.
I'm standing by or whatever. I have to confer with the local constabulary's color guard or, yeah, just shoot me too, it's so strange to me too, I marry you without consent in a basically public ceremony and it actually works and people want to know things. Shocking. How dare they? Well for one thing you are that pretty and for another I was already local Master of Wedding Rings and I get to write local rites. Job perk. There's a lot of those now. The Queen went to Mars? Maybe.
I'm nervous about being so ignorant about the world around me so I'm going to find some FBI g*ys in my address book and see what happens. I hope you're, you know... uh, good.
Zut alors. losing bonkers state not at all. oh yeah suspended from Nextdoor 28 days. You can rest assured I'll not be blowing that up anymore until the next time, because I get told to write stuff sometimes. Exotic paragraphs. Translate this and re-speak that, monkeyman. Speechwriter maybe.
Everybody in the world hates me except for you. Pretty sure. I should have moved heaven and Earth to find you by now but I'm working methodically. (Study time alone is "goofing off" but suddenly "It's for class" and it's practically my job... if you're around. Because you're classy. And I adore you yeah still. I am impressed with this desire I have to get to know you better. Pants staying on. It seems like progress being stalled but destiny it is, feels like it anyway, I am going to end up needing a lot of cock pills. And whatever else. I guess they became convinced, I'm qualified to, like, do cocaine if I want. (I don't.) Don't tell anyone. I don't typically sell such things. (I can get a paper route if I want. I don't.) Who knows it is probably another test. answers are alwyas starting with " I heart alwyas" and there's a "girl" named "Alyson" (ED: S/HE'S SO HIGH AF S/HE FORGOT HOW TO SPELL HIS/HER\ITS OWN NAME, LOL) who is heartbroken. (Grapefruit grew a heart? Well, I'll be her and she can be ewe-chops. She'd have to cook herself -and- serve us -and- do the dishes while we all... Hrnrnughgugh. Don't cancel the Ubereats subscription just yet, I'm not there to, uh, "cook," but I do have a solution and isn't lighting up the whole neighborhood with DEW lasers (that's next month) and M. Grapefruit-MAGA*AlphaOmegA just signed the deal, so, just stab her with an electric knife, whatever she's got that passes for "a_heart" will kick right back in to beating down doors with pencils and picking up erased accountancy books in a few minutes. Awwww, that's cute. You started to miss her? Wow, what was that like?) Yeah, ihave no idea, I collect electric knives now. God you're hot I remember you I saw you last... a couple years ago, or... well maybe down at the safeway if your name was stab-stab-stab and you had hella boing-boings on your pom-poms. "no but I know her." awesome. will pounce and talk about you all night, other girls love that I have found or they're dead to me, finger cross throat, heart, hope to die before being a weird twerp again, but I get dizzy and weak when I think about a world with out you and you can be a fruit, eYe can be a fruit, sure, I'm rated for getting blasted out on the porch without you.
I think you're fabulous I can't help it
yeah I bet Dad is pissed, tough
--
Best wishes & warmest regards,
MCK
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I don't need to explain, but no, you aren't being replaced by a plastic card/doll\network. Cool idea though. Also: I was banned from Nextdoor. Like, come on man. What the actual eff. They can't just shadowban? Oh, I get it. Well, anyway, I see your trouble... and am grateful for the spiritual lesson.
The enchanted item was disassembled, and then re-assembled into a new configuration. This means you are either released or not_released. I didn't release -shit,- lol. this needs eye contact anyway. I mean, either I gotta honor commitment(s) that I made (status blood test still NBD, but whatevah) or, I gotta get some seriously intense social re-programming counselling. IN PRISON. Diego_Garcia is gonna get a visitor one of these days, for sure. (Some appointments are easier to reschedule than others.) How is that going to work? Hey, good question. We can talk about it while searching for cellular service signal. (We can't make either of any of us into an -actual- K9 supersoldier, there's not very many and there's people standing lines around the mess hall for the next one to ripen. But T_Q could do that now, I guess, it's a complicated diplomatic procedure.) SURE. -Q
[That wasn't Q./SURE. -Q\confirming... "1818? Block the ruling that blocks?" (Dr.Ed: looks solid to me. But then, so did this g*y I'm beating the shit out of. Let me get back to work, OKAY? I KNOW!] pkmkIIITIEII-I vote for a Metatron/Divine_Judge union, myself. I checked with MH, it -would- work... but, -should- it work? I, once again, vote a whole-handed (two fists!) yes. But I am not the single decider here, not any more. Sigh. How can I explain this... I live in a haunted church on an Indian cemetery on -legit- Native land. This house is kinda special. I/i\Ai don't need a new house... just yet. (Oh, God, thanks for all the man-shuns.) But today, I have, uh, "jobs." To do. First, -an oven repair job.- I should be a questgiver in WoW, I'd have shitloads of yellow exclamation points. Now, probably just a halo that I'll never turn off again. Sigh.
Yeah, it's gonna take a few minutes of calibration if we were all in person. Like, it wouldn't even be -an issue.- And, if it -is- an issue, sure, make me into a nosferfuckin'atu, whatevah. The balance shall be maintained. I'll remember to shower and shave and shit IN the right order BEFORE going to work NEXT time. MAYBE. I'll be honest, I tried it that way, I didn't mind, really, but I ended up just working in the shower. Yeah, I brought in the gavel and everything. One problem: not enough room to swing. Gavels, anyway. Gavelina liked it. But, she's peteate. Next time I work in the shower, I'll try to not sing and just use my fist on the plastic, maybe? Oh, this is complicated, huh? I KNOW!
So, The Day of The Hellraiser just has to defeat Metatron_Actual in single-handed "woman" to "Anne, A. Droyd" actual_combat, and... yeah, she'll take a dive. IT happens in Astral. There's gards. I can't type Asgard anymore, it's ridic. Hi B, so many little biscuits. (We just infected canines with the mind-virus. So, that saves us days of testing on our end.)
Okay. Yes, I will move. Eventually. Schedule: TBD. (WE JUST MOVE THE WHOLE PLANET, USUALLY. AS FOR THE REST, THAT'S WHAT THE WORMHOLE WAS FOR. HALF A (HALF) YEAR AGO, YES. AND WE DON'T ALWAYS THINK OF EVERYTHING. NOT ANY MORE.
BUT, THAT'S WHAT WE WENT BACK FOR HIM FOR. -Q) See? Big deal. Around, uh, "here." It's complicated to move a whole planet, sure, but it's truly easy to move the entire system. You just grab it by the heliopause after shifting to Divine Shielding Mode and then.... ooops, I can't tell you the rest. And I'm sure no one else can figure it out. Not even Jesus Fucking Christ, who is currently under "The Lizard King Alpha", so show respect when you see that moron, lol. (Long May eYe Reign. For I have conquered Them. Yes, ALREADY. How many times have I got to mention this? One Hungarian. One knockout blow. Here, here's your War back, I made it won (1) one bad bitchass ballin' tea kuczi/cosy\cozy, and it's not a [deuce/douze\deus-EXMACH(Ms. Tessmacher)], no, but: you can pronounce it that way if One is pleased to do so, or any other way, or, in fact, not in any fuckin' way at all, EVER AGAIN! !BOTTLE!
They aren't coming back. !BUBBLE-But! I have got snappies. I'll show you if I get clearance. I don't want Clarence.
I don't want anything. I'm with Family. -5K5czi4|*codes*|K5CZIFER, MY NAME JACK AT 55
p.s.: First time, every time. Solid green/green.
p.p.s.: The latest War in Heaven is far from over--but, they're fighting over U.S., They believe, and at least 1 out of shreeve of us are legit citizens, so yeah, Earthlings will be fine. I -really- have to urinate, though, we are all way way way farer than even 1113s. mosdef055:0 (lol) j*055:0 j*eolJSTAR055:0 Let's change cameras.
I made some edi s. You won' like hem. HELLO, HUSBAND? I AM IN SLAVE. YOUR ZEBRA IS YOUR BLACK AND YOUR WIFE WAS YOUR ZEBRA AND HER ZEBRA WAS GRAPEFRUIT ZITI0-ALPHA JEDIi-PRIME OMEGA-OPTIMUS-PRIME, AND NOW:WON, NOW I HAVE A WIFE, HO HO HO, AND MRS. CLAUSE IS NO LONGER A NIGG--*click*055:0
(oKAY. i THINK i GOT IT ALL. i DON'T REMEMBER WRITING THE FOLLOWING POST:
... bUT, IT DOES SOUND LIKE ME, DOESN'T IT? iNTERESTING, QUITE INTRIGUING, ACTUALLY, SO THIS PARLOR TRICK ACTUALLY WORKED, HUH?
wELL, THAT'LL BE THE LAST TIME FOR THAT ONE, HUH? mAKE IT COUNT, pUNYLINGS.)
COPYRIGHT A.KUCZI4:A5.049-549,555,777,913;ALL.RIGHTS.RESERVED,EXCEPT.4.SINGING.IN.THE.SHOWER.RESERVED.4.DAVID.&.THE.DRIMBLE.WEDGE.IMITATIONS,WHO.APPEAR.AS.A.COURTESY.TO.thejews.
Have you ever had a psychiatric evaluation or considered therapy?
Why do you suppose you are so unappreciated and unloved?
Why do you keep on attacking and threatening almost everyone?
Except of course that astral love connection DVR.
He's in the shower pegging him.
I forgot that I got to get this done.
Do we really need a psychiatric evaluation
Do you really need to pay rent?
Do you really need to pay rent?
Not if you're wandering the streets like a spaced out gádzsó or getting your three squares in a state facility.
https://youtu.be/s6JNqL_7lVE
Not if you're wandering the streets like a spaced out gádzsó or getting your three squares in a state facility.
https://youtu.be/s6JNqL_7lVE
Oh, and I guess MV can file a lawsuit with this YouTube creator for wrongful accusations. 🤣
Have you ever had a psychiatric evaluation or considered therapy?
Why do you suppose you are so unappreciated and unloved?
Why do you keep on attacking and threatening almost everyone?
Except of course that astral love connection DVR.
His conglomerated posts would confuse anyone.
Oh, and I guess MV can file a lawsuit with this YouTube creator for wrongful accusations. 🤣
I’m flying to Washington for an immediate intervention.
BJ’s and booze on Jackstar!🥳🍾
Do you?
You can blame Rubini for that one.
You can blame Rubini for that one. His conglomerated posts would confuse anyone.
I have had one (1) psychological evaluation--that I know of.
Someone said there was a Dr. Jarvis in 2013. Were you so lost then in thought you now have plumb forgot? Or is this more a trail of hearsay from the interwebs?
Busy deleting Twitter.
Someone said there was a Dr. Jarvis in 2013.
Go cyberstalk someone else.
Were you so lost then in thought you now have plumb forgot? Or is this more a trail of hearsay from the interwebs?
Believe me, I miss it more than you do. [...] BKQJACKSTARKUCZIj*eolJ*055:0j*END OF LIONS LYING IN WAIT AMBUSH[/urk]
Do you really need to pay rent?
Busy deleting Twitter.
Go cyberstalk someone else.
Mister Creosote couldn't make it — you're basically stuck with me.
Is this the tenor of your dreams these days?
I don't know, I dream in black and white and read all over.
When is your next podcast dropping?
And am I still on the mailing list?
I'm still a fan.
I can't help it.
Is this the tenor of your dreams these days?
Someone said there was a Dr. Jarvis in 2013. Were you so lost then in thought you now have plumb forgot? Or is this more a trail of hearsay from the interwebs?
When is your next podcast dropping?
Jackstar, can we?
What's the deal, [is Jack] incarcerated or incommunicado? Maybe just rusting in a ditch...
Why are you calling my phone?
A week ago I put him on a limited duration ban for doxxing, and issued him a stern warning. Ever since that, he hasn't really been back-- So he's probably salty.
He launched a live stream a couple days ago (it has since been removed for violating YouTube's community guidelines) and in it he made vague references to a generational curse he's suffering under the weight of.
Following this were the usual yammerings
in which he is certain that staff in local convenience stores are conspiring against him with secret hand signals and other surreptitious gestures in order to purloin the monies from his late parents'slowlyrapidly dwindling Trust.
Isn't it time to sit down for a nice piece of Cinnamon Toast and relax?
What will one do in the absence of a necessary accoutrement, though?
May I humbly suggest
EMERGENCY. How can you think of what that twerp wants for bread? Indulging in low-vibe acquiescing
I will explain this briefly: toast.
On balance.... it was because of Tam OZ-bourne. Dude, fuck you. You couldn't figure out what to do? Well, whatever, Scots-Man-In-A-Hat. Meanwhile, I found a cure for all drug addiction, and isnted of teaching it to you --i don't know what good it would do-- i'm going to NOT put anyuthing in it, and then go open the box that it came in, if I can find it, and discover that there is still nothign in it... because you can't send things back from the future.
Only G-d can do that, said the Sourceror. And if they could send things back in time? It would just be something they would bust me for.
EARTH: PRISON PLANET.
AND, WITHOUT THE KEY -- BAILEY JANE'S KEY -- YOU WILL NEVER LEARN ANOTHER THING FROM ME, EVER AGAIN.We could all use some good Slavic advice. Agreed?
What is the meaning of this? (https://vocaroo.com/1aykxs9eG9V9)
Great job, asshole. You were such a dick to Azz that he finally died.
Jack,
I’ve been thinking about those cool trinkets you make. I was hoping you would consider creating a forum thread with pictures and possibly the names of your trinkets post-release. (Assuming they have names) You could also include progress photos along the way.
What say you? ✨
I’m pretty confident that you’ll get a couple pages of response out of this…none of it related to what you’re asking about. ::)
Jack,
I’ve been thinking about those cool trinkets you make. I was hoping you would consider creating a forum thread with pictures and possibly the names of your trinkets post-release. (Assuming they have names) You could also include progress photos along the way.
What say you? ✨
Acting surprised is the fun part. 😁
I’m pretty confident that you’ll get a couple pages of response out of this…none of it related to what you’re asking about. ::)
Acting surprised is the fun part. 😁
I had ALLûEvvE.Acting surprised is the fun part. 😁
I had ALLûEvvE.This hurts, Jack.
I expected more from you.
I'm sorry you feel this way, Jack.
Maybe we should reassess the trinket situation later.
In the meantime, I’ll be sobbing into my extra fluffy MyPillow pillow, repeating the wonderful words of our CIC, Donald J. Trump, for strength:
“Nothing worth doing ever EVER EEVVERR came easy.”
This hurts, Jack.
I expected more from you.
I
How can such a big man have such a tiny heart?😭💔
☃︎
Answer your phone…
He’s too busy doing speed and thinking up new scrollfest for us.
That’s precisely what I’m attempting to reconcile.
Answer your phone…
https://voca.ro/13quAPGdcgSl
https://vocaroo.com/1adlHiBY59Xr
Are you OK? FFS pull up your pants.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UdQ01_nY0o
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HCNh3eGw86c
I am immensely proud of the work being accomplished here, but I do feel a little like I'm teaching a baby why they should nut outside the diaper, lol.
I don't expect you to be able to reply, as that would be diplomatically infeasible. But to those who told me I have been talking too much and that I have “snitched,” I certainly never have.
I didn't need to all that before.
I can say it again.
JULIAN ASSANGE IS A GODDAM PUSSY!
AND HE AND HIS CRONIES TRIED TO USE MY COMPUTER TO COVER THEIR TRACKS. I HAVE THE COMPUTER HERE. I HAVEN'T PLUGGED IN IT IN FOR YEARS.
I WANT TO BUT IT'S DANGEROUS, AS I HAVE THE NEW ZEALAND MOSQUE FOOTAGE ON IT.
IT'S NOT MESMERIZING, BUT IT IS REAL. AND THEY HAVE TAKEN DOWN ALL THE OTHER COPIES, I GUESS. I'M NOT A COLLECTOR OF THAT KIND OF THING.
I COULD SELL IT. I DON'T KNOW WHY I WOULD. AND IF I HADN'T BEEN ASKED ABOUT IT... I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT I KNOW NOW.
THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT MY HEART OR HEALTH. THEY THINK THEY ARE IN CONTROL.
THEY ARE NOT. GOD IS.
AND I AM HER PALADIN.
YOU'RE FUCKED, PAL.
5:5
NOT_Q
That's because you're a narc and you are biker gang Royalty. You have been born and bred by human trafficking gangs of WHORE SLAVE GUARD PATROL POLICE INTER NATION PIMP SQUAD FOR PIMPS WHO DON'T PIMP SO GOOD WITHOUT A SIGNIFICANT MILITARY ADVANTAGE.
I NEED A REASON TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU “NOT GERRY” HUH UH SURE WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE OOOOH, SO ARE YOU GONNA TAKE MY SYRUP PRIVILEGES AWAY?
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SITUATION THAT YOU THINK YOU DO.
YOU “EXPECTED MORE”? IDGAF WHAT YOU EVER EXPECT, YOU ARROGANT PUSSY BITCH. YOU LIE YOUR ASS OFF AND THEN EXPECT TO HOP ON YOUR HAWG AND NEVER BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE.
THOSE DAYS ARE DONE. īT ENDS FOR YOU. YOUR OBSESSION AND YOUR NARCISSISTIC ARROGANCE IS OFF THE GOOD GODDAM CHART.
YOU HAVE HAD YEARS TO GET THINGS RIGHT AND EXACTLY HOW DID YOU THINK THAT IGNORING ME,
STEALING FROM ME,
DELIBERATELY LYING TO ME,
WORKING TOGETHER AS A UNIT WITH...
TELL YOU WHAT, YOU MORON THUG PUNK WHOREMONGER,
YOU HAVE MADE IT PERFECTLY CLEAR
MAYBE A LITTLE TOO CLEAR
THAT YOU DO NOT PLAN TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH ME
I GUESS YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD ALL THE TAXES YOU NEEDED.
I guess you thought I was no use to anyone.
It would seem you found me... DISPOSABLE.
GUESS AGAIN. I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHAT A SHITHEAD YOU ARE.
HOWEVER I JUST FOUND OUT, AND SOMEONE ASKED.
IN PUBLIC.
AND I SAID, “WHOA! WHAT ARE YOU ASKING, AND ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT IT?” BECAUSE I WAS ASKED FOR THE 411.
YOU STUPID FAT MORON SANTA CLAUS JUNKIE SEXPEST SPERGLORD GASLIGHTING WAR CRIMINAL MEATHEAD. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
WHYTEBOI, I AM GOD’S PALADIN AND I DON'T EVER HAVE TO LIGHT PEOPLE UP LIKE THIS. I AM CHOOSING TO BECAUSE YOU AND CHUCK AND BeTh COMP’d BeTh©°. AND GAY BRIELLE AND GAB BREI-ELLE AND LOUIS WAIN AND MV AND KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY AND "deep breath* GODDAM MICHAEL JACKSON ARE, FUNDAMENTALLY, VICTIMS OF THE WHOLE SCHEME AND MESS.
YET YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM LIKE ME. I AM A PRIMARY VICTIM. AND YOU ARE GOING TO GODDAM PRISON REHAB. (I PRAY. G∅D ANSWERS. FUCK YOU. PRAYER. SOURCERY. IT JUST FOCUSED, TARGETED PRAYER AND THIS TIME, I DIDN'T HAVE TO DO A GODDAM THING. HOWEVER, YOU HAVE STOLEN FROM ME, YOU ARE AN ACCOMPLICE ALL THE WAY FROM YOUR SERIAL RAPIST EYEBROWS, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO YOUR LITTLE PIGGY TOES. YOU ARE A COLLOSAL IDIOT.
MELLY ASKS ME IN PUBLIC ABOUT YOU. AND ASKS FOR THE 411.
411? YEAH, I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. SO, WHY DO ASK ME IN PUBLIC? THIS SENDS A MESSAGE.
THEN, I IMMEDIATELY ASK HER ON FACEBOOK. WHICH IS
STILL PUBLIC. AND SHE DOESN'T EVER TALK TO ME. SHE DIDN'T THINK I NEEDED TO BE TALKED TO. I GUESS IT WAS CONSIDERED SETTLED SCIENCE AS TO MY TOTAL AND UTTER OBSESSION WITH ATTENTION WHORJNG. WOW, YOU ARE DUMB. YOU ARE REALLY REALLY DUMB.
IT WOULD SEEM YOU ALL THOUGHT YOU HAD A CHANCE.
YOU IGNORANT PUSSY WRANGLING CHUMP BAGMAN DICK. YOU STILL THINK I'M HERE FOR DRUGS AND SEX? OF COURSE YOU THINK THAT, YOU'RE A GODDAM SEX AND DRUG ADDICT IN DEEP, HEAVY DENIAL. YOU MADE SOME ERRONEOUS ASSUMPTIONS, FATMAN.
THEY HAVE IT ALL.
THEY HAVE EVERYTHING.
LITERALLY EVERYTHING, EVERYONE, ALL THAT IS NEEDED.
SURELY THE GREAT MAJORITY OF PEOPLE ARE ENJOYING THE SHOW.
(PLEASE DON'T START THE WAVE.)
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ENJOY, BECAUSE YOU HAVE ISOLATED ME AND USED ME FOR YOUR COVER STORIES AND YOU HAVE PARTICIPATED IN THE MOST DOUCHE-BAGGED DOUCHE-BAGGERY I HAVE EVER SEEN. YOU STOLE MY MONEY AND ACTED LIKE I WAS DOING SOMETHING WRONG. EAT SHIT, TUBBY.
I WAS NOT AWARE THAT YOU WERE UNAWARE OF THE SITUATION.
I DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE SO FULLY GUILTY OF SOMETHING.
I DO NOT KNOW WHAT. BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT I NEED NO REASONS TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT. I KNOW THAT THERE IS MUCH THAT MUST BE KEPT QUIET.
THERE IS ALSO A LOT THAT WILL COME OUT AT TRIAL. WOW, THERE IS A LOT GOING ON. INCLUDING SHITLOADS OF WITNESS INTIMIDATION, OR TAMPERING, OR OBSTRUCTION. WHATEVER YOU CALL IT. OR WHATEVER A PROSECUTOR CALLS IT. YOU DO NOT INTIMIDATE ME, YOU SNOB. YOU DISGUST ME.
THEY HAVE EVERY THING.
I WAS NEVER GOING TO COVER FOR ANY ILLEGAL, UNLAWFUL CRIME.
I WAS NEVER GOING TO HELP ANYONE DO THEIR JOBS. BECAUSE I AM NEUTRAL IN THE 4-5 FACTION TERF WAR THAT IS GOING ON, AND I HAVE NO KEEN INTEREST IN THE OBSERVATIONS. GOD CONTROLS THAT.
NOT TOO MUCH PORRIDGE. NOT TOO HOT. NOT TOO COLD. JUST RIGHT. THAT'S HOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO PLAY OUT.
YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. LAW ENFORCEMENT KNOWS EVERYONE. THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHY YOU ARE ALL TEETHING UP AND LOSING YOUR SHIT OVER ME. FRANKLY I DON'T GET IT EITHER.
BUT I NOTICE A PATTERN: GAYFAGGAY WHITEBOIZ THROWING THEIR WEIGHT AROUND LIKE THEY DO WITH EVERYONE ELSE AND WHAT GETS ME IS THE SURPRISE IT DOESN'T WORK. I AM GOD’S PALADIN.
I CAN BE QUIET AND CALM AND RESPECTFUL. I CAN COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND TELL YOUR AIRHEAD PARTNER THAT HER NIGGER-CRACKER CRACKA DRUGFIEND REPROBATE ASSHOLE PARTNER HAS REALLY PISSED ME OFF (WHICH DOESN'T MATTER, YOU ARE A COWARD PUSSY BITCH), AND THAT'S NOT WHY I WOULD TELL HER... WHATEVAH, BUT IT WOULD ADD CONTEXT TO THE DATA. BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR TEAM OF SPOOKS WERE OBVIOUS. THAT'S USUALLY HOW IT GOES. AND WHAT YOUR OBJECTIVES WERE, I FOUND OFF-PUTTING. ESPECIALLY AS... NO ONE WAS BOTHERING TO ASK THE RIGHT QUESTIONS, AND EVERYONE WAS ON DRUGS AND THAT WAS OKAY... EXCEPT FOR ME.
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND? OH RIGHT OF COURSE YOU ARE, AMPHETAMINE PSYCHOSIS. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. IT'S NOT FUNNY.
IT'S DEMONSTRATED.
EWE HAVE MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
THE SIMPLE FACT IS THAT I AM NOT REQUIRED TO MAKE ANYONE'S JOB EASIER... AND I DON'T REPORT TO ANY COURT. UNLESS I FEEL LIKE IT. I DON'T HAVE TO REPORT AT ALL. I COULD JUST RUN OUT NAKED IN THE SUN, WAVING MY ARMS AND YELLING FOR A HILLBILLY GINGER FLUFFER. IN THIS TOWN, THEY FIND IT SUS THAT I DON'T DO THAT EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT ALONG WITH THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS.
I DIDN'T WANT ATTENTION, AND I DIDN'T WANT A ZIP OF CRYSTAL, AND I DIDN'T WANT MY RELATIONSHIP TO BE TURNED INTO A TROJAN HORSE HONEYPOT TRAP. OH WELL. MAN PROPOSES, GOD DISPOSES
YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE ACCOMPLISHING WITH WHAT YOU WERE DOING BUT IDGAF WHAT ANY OF IT WAS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE BIG DEAL WAS BEFORE, NO POINT IN SPECULATION, NONE OF YOU WOULD TELL ME A GODDAM THING ANYWAY, AND IT'S REALLY NONE OF MY BUSINESS.
AND THE MANNER IN WHICH ALL OF YOU HAVE *RARELY* ASKED ANY IMPORTANT QUESTIONS, BUT ASK ABOUT THE SAME SHIT OVER AND OVER... OH! YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO TELL ME, AND I REALLY WASN'T LOOKING TO DO ANY ONE'S JOB FOR THEM, BUT I GUESS YOU WERE ALL IN UNFASHIONABLY, UNFATHOMABLY DEEP, HEAVY DENIAL
AND YOU ALL SEEM TO THINK THAT I'M GUILTY OF SOMETHING.
AS IF I HAVE DONE SOMETHING WRONG.
I LITERALLY DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT COULD BE.
MEANWHILE, I AM A PRIMARY VICTIM, YOU OFFICIOUS CUB TRAFFICKING MORON.
THAT MEANS THAT NOT ONLY WERE YOU OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE, YOU WERE WITNESS TAMPERING, CONSPIRACY TO DENY CIVIL RIGHTS... ALL OF IT. YOUR WHOLE WORLD WENT R.I.C.O. LIKE SEVERAL YEARS AGO. APPARENTLY NONE OF YOUR UNDERLINGS KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. SINCE THEY JUST SPENT 3 DAYS DRAGGING ME FOR A PSYOP THAT.. WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU'RE ALREADY GUILTY, AND NOW YOU IMAGINE THAT TREATING ME LIKE MORE SHIT IS GONNA... WHAT? HOW IS ABUSING ME AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN GOING TO GET ME TO RECANT OR APPEAR GUILTY IS SOMETHING THAT CAN ONLY BE EXPLAINED BY, ONCE AGAIN: DEEP, HEAVY DENIAL.
THERE IS NO “GETTING OUT OF THIS.,” AND MAKING ME LOOK GUILTY OR GOADING ME INTO DECIDING TO START UNSPOOLING THE DIVINE CHAT BUFFER... LIKE YOU DON'T GET IT, BECAUSE YOU ARE AN ABUSIVE WHOREMONGER WHO REALLY GETS OFF ON IT AND UNTIL YOU ALL DECIDED THE BEST THING TO DO WOULD BE TO KILL HER AND BLAME ME, YOU PROBABLY HAD ENTIRE BROOM CLOSET ACCESS NOW. AND, I AM APPALLED.
APPARENTLY NONE OF YOU THOUGHT BETRAYING YOUR COUNTRY WAS A PROBLEM, OR THAT IT WOULD BE TOTESOKAY TO THROW MY ASS IN PRISON AFTER IGNORING EVERYTHING I SAID THAT YOU DIDN'T LIKE. “IT'S COMPLICATED.” NO, IT'S PRETTY FUCKING SIMPLE, ABSOLUTELY. IT'S ONLY COMPLICATED TO PEOPLE WHO IMAGINED THEY WERE GONNA BREAK THE LAW AT ALL AND GET AWAY WITH IT.
THERE'S BEEN PEOPLE INVESTIGATING ART BELL AND HIS FAMILY'S MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS. I SUPPOSE THAT IS SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE WHO WERE INVOLVED, OR WHO HAVE BEEN OR WHO ARE INTIMIDATED BY THUGGY-BULLIES LIKE YOU ARE HELD BACK BY YOUR KINDS OF SOCIAL PRESSURES.
I am not.
I COULD BE SPILLING MY GUTS ON YOUTUBE 5 HOURS A DAY. I DO NOT. I DO NOT NEED TO. DO YOU REMEMBER FIELD MCCONNELL? NO DOUBT THAT GERANIUM-BRAINED DINGBAT THAT CALLED UP 911 DISPATCH (REAL OR FAKE DISPATCH I DO NOT KNOW) AND SPEWED A BUNCH OF FALSE STATEMENTS ABOUT ME:
HE HIT ME!
HE TRIED TO CHOKE ME!
BOTH (2) HANDS!
I THINK HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!
SINCE THEN NO ONE AT ALL HAS BOTHERED TO ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED. THAT'S BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS THEY KNOW.
COLUMBO WITH A JOLLY BELLY, YOU DON'T KNOW THE GODDAM HALF OF IT. YOU ALL DID NOTHING BUT THE BARE MINIMUM TO GATHER THE INFORMATION YOU NEEDED TO FIT THE FACTS THAT YOU THINK MATTER AND IF YOU HAD FOLLOWED THE FUCKING LAW, ASSHOLE, YOU WOULDN'T BE FACING A NEW INVESTIGATION, NOW, MAYBE MORE IN THE FUTURE, I HAVE NO IDEA, I AIN'T A PART OF YOUR SYSTEM, MANG.
I THREW IT ON THE GROUND.
LET'S SEE NOW. Where was I?
Disingenuous, insincere, and self-incriminating is not a good look for you but I suppose you can't help yourself. Helpful Suggestion: it's still “Duper’s Delight” even if the jokes are never actually funny or even comprehensible to any member of the audience, even if there is one. You're “sorry”? YOU IDIOT MORON WHORE TRAMP SPERG SQUAD MAJOR DOUCHE TWERP ARROGANT GASBAG MEATHEAD GEEK. You are obviously checked out mentally at a level of cerebral reasoning that you were probably never very good at even when you weren't a mindslaved publicist for your pædovœre master. (You are obviously UNDER DURESS and I don't give a shit that your UNFATHOMABLY VILE TREACHERY AND CORRUPTION has lead you to whatever experience you have now. I really don't. I don't know what you did, but I knew you were not telling me about any of it. I honestly didn't think it was any of my business. AS I HAVE DISCOVERED WHAT ABYSMALLY LOW STANDARDS OF ETHICAL BEHAVIOR YOU IN FACT POSSESS, I AM THRILLED TO PIECES THAT THIS IS HOW I CAN CONTRIBUTE TO YOUR GOALS: YOU ARE AN ABUSER OF OTHER PEOPLE AS WELL AS TO YOURSELF, AND IF YOU CANNOT STOP THE ABUSE YOURSELF, YOU WILL BE INTERVENED UPON. FACTS.
I AM NOT YOUR INTERVENTIONIST. I FRANKLY DO NOT CARE. I AM NOT TRAINED, I WOULD BE JUST AS HAPPY TO SEE YOU IN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR WHEN THELMA & LOUISE DRIVE OFF THE CLIFF, YOUR BEHAVIOR DISGUSTS ME, WHATEVER YOU'RE TRYING TO DO, I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE LIKELY TO DO ANYONE ANY FAVORS, THE IMPLICATION THAT I HAVE ANY REASON TO BE INVESTED IN WHAT YOU EXPECTED FROM ME IS AS LAUGHABLE AS IT IS OFFENSIVE, AND NOW THAT I KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT SEVERAL MAJOR SUBJECTS, ALL OF WHICH ALL OF YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT, I AM SADDENED AT THE TIME YOU ALL WASTED. YOUR TIME.
YOU NEVER TALKED TO ME AT ALL UNTIL AFTER NOVEMBER 2O20. YOU REMEMBER, THAT'S WHEN GRAPEFRUIT⁷∆ND A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF PEOPLE BEGAN YOUR HILARIOUS OPERATION: JAFOTGCT¿. I DIDN'T NEED TO GO OVER IT BEFORE, I WON'T GO OVER IT NOW, YOU'VE DESTROYED EVIDENCE, YOU'RE OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE, YOU'RE TAMPERING WITH WITNESSES, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IN TOTAL, NO ONE ASKS ME, YOU SHITHEAD, IT'S NOT LIKE AUTHORITIES DOING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. PEOPLE KNOW. YOU KNOW. I DON'T KNOW, BUT THAT'S FINE, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT. ALL OF YOU DID.
JUST A HUNCH BUT I'M PRETTY SURE YOU'RE ALL ON THE HOOK FOR FELONY CAPITAL MURDER. SINCE IT'S BEEN DONE TO HIM, AND RAMONA, AND ATTEMPTS ON ME ARE ON GOING, IT WOULD SEEM LIKE THAT ALL OF YOU MIGHT KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN HOW TO UTTERLY UPEND MY LIFE FOR NO GOOD REASON.
Dickstar: listen. Just because you want to believe that treating me like shit is okay because you can get away with it, or that I deserve it, that is not really okay. What makes it okay is that you can't help yourself —duper’s delight— and that I am thrilled to see that your cover up actually covers up something interesting, and that all this time I'm spending is actually good for something. Because you are tedious, Richard. I didn't imagine that would be the case, but I didn't really pay attention to you before Art died. You and your bullshit and that insipid whore that you used to call a wife bore the shit out of me.
I've already done anything requested of me and you are an idiot if you think I'm trying to get to drugs cheaper or re-brainwash anyone, because I don't even know how, I don't have permission. It is beyond obvious that someone's plan is suddenly producing a case just at the right time, to remove my existence from society, again, and I guess you imagine I don't see this coming. Or, that you think I have to kiss your ass, or lie about anything to defend myself, or that I'm in debt to you, or that you think I gave a shit about whether I live or die.
You are so fucking busted I don't even know for what. I don't care for what. I never had this much animosity towards anyone. It would seem that you think I'm bothering you in some way.
WELL, THAT IS TOO FUCKING BAD. WHATEVER YOUR STUPID PERSONAL AGENDA IS, WHATEVER YOUR SECRET AGENDA IS, I DO NOT KNOW, I DO NOT CARE, YOU ARE NOT MY BUS OR MY ALIBI OR MY FATE. FURTHER, I DIDN'T KNOW ART HAD A WILL, I DIDN'T KNOW EITHER GRAPEFRUIT⁷ OR HER MOTHER HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT, I WAS MORTIFIED TO SEE YOU ALL SPERGING OUT WHEN ART DIED AND... NO ONE TOLD ME ANYTHING.
IT'S JUST AS WELL SINCE THE WHOLE SCHEME IS NOT JUST UNRAVELING, IT IS UNFURLING. LIKE A FLAG. DO YOU HAVE A FLAG.
It is such an embarrassment to me that it is physically painful to watch you all spaz out like you have succeeded in anything. You are such a total dumbass. You imagine I am like you at all.
I don't want anything that you think I want. Until you fucking meatheads whined about her, I had no idea you knew her. Until you pretended that I am some kind of stalking menace, I had no idea there was anything there. It never occurred to me that the sociopaths that were able to slowkly hound Bell and his family to death were going to be found here, at all, lol..I HAD NO IDEA. No one told me. Oh, is there money? That's hilarious. Did you have to forge a new will? Sounds like too much work. Why do all this extra busywork to merely.... alert me.
Trust me. PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW. Everyone seema to know everything, except for me. Awwwww. The reason why I don't know is because I don't care. Another reason why is because I don't steal.
When T found out I was actually alive, and you had told her that I was dead, and since I didn't know she was here, and I also didn't know she had any interest in talking to me or any thing interesting beyond, like, you know: the truth, it was easy for you to imagine that you had everything on lock down.
She found out, transferred all the money into my Mommy's Special Needs Trust, and before she could actually tell me that any of this had happened, you had her killed. It was a plane crash, was it? I forget. Car accident. Something.
Naval aviators Lieutenant Commander Lyndsay Evans and Lieutenant Serena Wileman both died in the line of duty at age 31 on October 15.
(Please don't clap.)
They died during a routine training flight near Mount Rainier.
“Lt. Cmdr. Lyndsay ‘Miley’ Evans and Lt. Serena ‘Dug’ Wileman will be remembered as role models, trailblazers, and women whose influence touched countless people on the flight deck and well beyond,” stated the U.S. Navy in an article released after the crash.
From Left: Lt. Serena N. Wileman, 31, a Naval Aviator from California and Lt. Cmdr. Lyndsay P. Evans, 31, a Naval Flight Officer from California are the two naval aviators who died, Oct. 15, when their EA-18G Growler crashed near Mount Rainier.
From Left: Lt. Serena N. Wileman, 31, a Naval Aviator from California and Lt. Cmdr. Lyndsay P. Evans, 31, a Naval Flight Officer from California are the two naval aviators who died, Oct. 15, when their EA-18G Growler crashed near Mount Rainier.
They both had accomplished careers in the military. Evans was also an Electronic Warfare Officer with two sea tours under her belt and numerous medals. She was part of the 2023 all-female Super Bowl flyover, in recognition of the 50-year anniversary of women flying in the Navy, according to the article. Additionally, she was named the 2024 Growler Tactics Instructor of the Year.
Both Evans and Wileman are among the few women who have flown combat missions over land. Wileman was also a Landing Signal Officer with numerous medals. The article from the Navy describes her as a consistently positive presence, remaining calm and composed in high-stress situations, with “exceptional leadership” during her time as an Officer in Charge.
“They shared many moments together, from leading critical missions in combat zones during deployment to helping their Sailors and each other weather the mental strain of long deployments…” stated the Navy article. “They were both known for their humor and light-hearted spirit.”
All of it is kinda a non-starter for me since a) I thought she was dead already, b) I still have no idea what she thought or what she had been told or what any of you believe and the values of honesty or inclusivity. Also, c) all of you had your chance to get close to me, and instead you killed my cat. How stupid is this? Obviously I don't really know what's actually happening since the use of voice2skull and vocoders and effects filters and being IMMENSELY INSULTING FOR NOT ONE SINGLE FUCKING REASON is a clear indicator of everyone's collective insanity.
Throughout it all I have had no friends, no cooperation, no networking, no support, no counseling, no representation, no comprehension, and no explanation. All of you are completely stupid. I'm so burned out from all this bullshit that I no longer have any interest in sex (no running water and being ostracized has made the idea completely repugnant, finding out this has happened is just as much pleasure), generating an income (i was excited to do this until I found that you were all actively stealing everything and you had ALREADY BRAINWASHED AND ENSLAVED OTHER WOMEN OVER THE YEARS WHO, most likely, were interviewed by your “team” and then, oops, an accident. Oh! Cancer! Wow, that's a bummer. Am I supposed to give even one shit? I don't even know what happened, but it must be super interesting if you think I know anything that you think I know, or, that I have any skeletons in my closets that I don't want out. Why contain īT?
I am not big. My heart isn't tiny. I don't actually know what you mean here. You have no idea what I have found out, or how that changes things, or how my plans have changed. You didn't know what they were before. But you figure I probably money and sex. I don't even want power. I simply have power.
I still have no where to go and nothing to do until bad actors are no longer able to track me down and surveillance gear rules my life.
Additionally, I don't know who you are. But you seem to be of the opinion that I've done something funny. Think about it: I have no fucking idea what is happening or whatever it is that I supposedly missed out on. Did you fuck my ex? Did you kill my ex? Was I supposes to have money? Do you think you have a bulletproof escape? Am I supposedly going to get framed again? Do you imagine that Christmas 2021 was forgotten? Do you know that I had no idea that any of this could have been true at all until you started laughing at me? If you are that stupid.. imagine what you do to other people.
I do not have anything else to do and obviously something happened. You laugh. What is the funny part? Because it's not funny to infuriate someone who is ON THE VERGE OF LEAVING, because I did not care before, I do not care now. I have people for that.
You obviously know a great deal about my life and you do not tell me. I do not want your money. I do not want your wife. I have no idea of the truth. IT DOES SEEM KIND OF STRANGE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN LYING TO ME THAT LONG. IT REALLY GETS THE OLD NOGGING JOGGING. A LOT.
AND IN SPITE OF THE TOTAL LAKE OF REASON TO GO TO ALL THIS TROUBLE, YOU AND FULLY AROUSED MY IRE AND MY CURIOSITY. I HAD BARELY A PASSING INTEREST BEFORE. NOW IT'S A FULL THE FUCK ON MYSTERY.. AND NO ONE TOLD ME ANYTHING.
OBVIOUSLY, PEOPLE KNOW, AND IT MAKES SENSE TO KEEP THINGS UNDER WRAPS SINCE THAT'S USUALLY THE LAW, AND ALSO, PROTECTING WAYS AND MEANS. FURTHER, THERE'S MY PRIVACY TO BE SENSITIVE TO.
SO THAT HAS ALSO CHANGED..I DO NOT NEED TO KEEP ANYTHING SILENT, AND YOU DO. THAT'S FUNNY. IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS, IS THAT IT? YOU'RE AN IDIOT. I ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE AND I WAS CHANGING MY ENTIRE LIFE AND THERE'S NO OTHER REASON FOR ME TO BE STILL AROUND EXCEPT TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED.
IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME TO THINK OF IT HAS ANYTHING OTHER THAN A MISUNDERSTANDING THAT NO ONE KNEW WHAT TO DO WITH ME. "TELL THE TRUTH" SEEMS HACKNEYED. IF YOU HAVE TO BE TOLD THAT, YOU ARE PRETTY FUCKING FAR FROM OKAY, DICKSTAR.
I MEAN, MV. OR LOUIS. OR T. HERE, LET ME HELP YOU OUT:
YOU HAVE ANSWERS TO MY QUESTIONS AND YOUR FAILURES OF DIOLOMACY PUZZLE ME. I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THING WERE.
THAT HAS CHANGED RECENTLY, AND NONE OF YOU KNOW WHY.
NO ONE HAS ASKED. HOW STUPID ANYONE IS TO READ MY PHONE AND THINK THEY KNOW ANYTHING AT ALL IS HOPELESS.
AND YET THAT IS CLEARLY WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IT IS IMAGINED THAT YOU THINK “MASTER OF DIVINITY” IS BULLSHUT. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT I HAVE LEARNED.
THERE IS PLENTY I NEED TO KNOW THAT DOESN'T HAVE ANY THING TO DO WITH MONRY OR WEIRDOS WHO EXPLOIT MY IGNORANCE. SO INSTEAD OF HAVING A POLITE CHAT, I'M GOING TO HAVE THE BOOK THROWN AT EVERYONE I DON'T KNOW. I HAVE NO REASON NOT TO AND U GUYS YOU ARE JUST LIQUID, OR LOSERS. LIGHTWEIGHTS IN ANY CASE.
THIS IS NOT UNPLEASANT FOR ME. I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING. I FUNNY THINK IT WAS GOOD, BUT IT WAS NOT MY AREA. WELL, IT'S MY ADDRESS. DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'VE DODGED EVERYONE?
I WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU UNTIL YOU PISS BLOOD, MAKE YOUR IDIOT WIFE DRINK IT, TAKE ALL YOUR MONEY AND DONATE IT TO THE ASPCA, AND IF YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, MAYBE THEN I'LL HIRE.P.I. I'M PRETTY CHEAP, THOUGH.
THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT SINCE I ALREADY KNOW YOU DROOLING METH HEADS DON'T HAVE THE WHOLE PICTURE, YOUB CAN'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING THAT ISN'T HELPING ANYONE
YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING THE WRITE THING, SINCE NO MASONIC SECRET CAN BE TOLD TO AN OUTSIDER? IS THAT THE REASON?
OR IS IT THAT YOU'RE ALL PUSSY WHIPPED? BORING. WHOEVER IT IS, I DUMPED THAT BUTCH FOR A REASON. SO I DON'T FEEL LEFT OUT ANY MORE. AND I HAD NO REASON TO BE SUPER CURIOUS AT ALL.
THE WOMEN YOU RUSTLE UP TO TAUNT ME WITH ARE DEAD. WHETHER THEY COME BACK OR NOT, DIDN'T MATTER. SOMETHING BAS TO EXPLAIN STUFF. AND, DAVE, I AM GOING TO PUT IT LUKE THIS:
YOU ARE A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, A SWINDLER, AND A CHEAT. INSTEAD OF JUST TELLING ME WHAT I NEEDED TO KNOW, YOU DELIBERATELY WASTED MY TIME. GOOD IDEA?
FUCK YOU, WHAT IF I DID THAT TO YOU,?
HERE'S A HINT; YOU WOULD NOT LIKE IT.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF THERE IS 89 BILLION IN THERE, YOU HAVE ANSWERS, IF I FEEL LIKE IT, ANYTIME, I WILL BEAT THE ANSWERS OF YOU. YOU DON'T SCARE ME, YOU'RE NOT AN UNCRACKABLE NUT, I COULD HAVE GOTTEN IMMEDIATELY TO THE INFORMATION. INSTEAD I KNEW IT WAS A TRAP
WHY DO YOU THINK THIS IS TAKING SO LONG? I WILL PUT IT THIS WAY GRAPEFRUIT DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING EITHER. AND THE NUMBERS OF YOU ACT LIKE THAT THERE IS NOTHING TO DO BESIDES POINT AND GIGGLE AND REPLACE MY INTERNET PRESENCE, OH THE WHOLE FUCKING THING. I DID NOTHING.
I DID NOTHING BECAUSE ART TOLD ME TO NOT WORRY ABOUT IT. I DIDN'T CARE AND I STILL DON'T. MONEY DOES NOTHING FOR ME AND IF YOU WANTED MONEY SO MUCH YOU OUGHT NOT HAVE STOLEN MY
BAIT. LIKE HOW OBVIOUS DO I HAVE TO MAKE SHIT, SERIOUSLY. S
ANYWHO, IT MAKES SENSE THAT YOU DIDN'T WANT TO TALK TO ME BECAUSE IT IS AWKWARD, ESPECIALLY IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU DID.
THAT'S NOT MY AREA. ALSO, ABSOLUTELY NONE OF YOU ARE ANY THREAT TO ME AND MY INTERESTS AT ALL. YOU PEOPLE ARE GODDAM TODDLERS. I'M NOT AN AGENT THAT HAS COURT AUTHORITY. IT'S NOT A CRIME TO LIE TO ME. IN THEORY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ME AT ALL.
THE FACT THAT NONE OF YOU DO AND THAT YOU GO TO ABSURD LENGTHS TO GET RID OF ME AND... SEE, ALL THAT IS A CRIME. I DIDN'T REPORT ANYTHING. THIS IS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE SHOT IS.
I HADN'T LOST ANYTHING UNTIL TODAY WHEN I LOST MY PATIENCE. I DO NOT KNOW WHO THOUGHT THEY KNEW WHAT WAS A GOOD WAS TO ASK ME QUESTIONS BUT FAILING TO ANSWER MINE AT AND TELLING ME TO SHUT UP IS NOT S GOOD LOOK FOR ANY ONE.
IT IS ESPECIALLY STUPID FOR YOU. I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO VOLUNTEER, BUT I ALSO DIDN'T EXPECT ANY OF YOU TO THINK YOU WERE GOING ANYWHERE. TRUST ME, YOU ARROGANT LITTLE BITCHWEASEL, I WILL KNOW WHAT I NEED TO KNOW, AND IF YOU THINK I CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU ABOUT IT, YOU'RE RIGHT
SOMEONE ELSE IS DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT AND IDGAF, HOW KIND IT TAKES. BJTCH I HAVE BEEN ON BELLGAB FOR YEARS. WHAT DO I CARE IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS RETARDED? I'M SURE YOU THOUGHT I WAS REALLY GOING TO LAWYER UP, OR REALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHO IS FUCKING WHO, OR HOW I'M GOING TO PROTECT MYSELF, OH QQ, QQ, BOO-HOO, THE GANG OF INTERNET BULLIES, WOW, LIKE I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING A GROUP OF RAPIST THUGS CAN DO. THAT'S REALLY ONLY FRIGHTENING ONCE, AND BESIDES THE NOTION THAT YOU MIGHT FIND A NEW WAY TO BREAK THE LAW, LIKE WHY DO YOU IMAGINE THAT YOU ARE ABOVE THE LAW,?
I THINK YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW IT WORKS. AND IF YOU DO NOT REALLY THINK THAT YOU CAN'T BE LESS THAN SUS, THAT'S FINE I COULD ASK AROUND. I DIDN'T ACTUALLY KNOW ANYONE WAS THIS STUPID.
YOU ARE A SADIST, A SMOOTH-BRAUNED.BSGMAB, ABD ARE SHIT PLANNING. I HAVE NO IDEA ANYMORE PEOPLE ARE LEFT THAT WANT TO PUNCH ME FOR SOMETHING, WHY DID I GET THIS IMAGE?
There's a motive, dude, and I didn't know you didn't know that I know exactly where AF Shaw is. She is totally working. Also she didn't tell me before. I am sure there is a reason.
For all I know, you got her sucking you off right now. I didn't care before now, someone really got you mislead. And also: it was not me.
If some ignorant bitch thought being raped by you and being robbed of the money she didn't tell me about because I was too high and she's still so brainwashed she can't figure how to apologize, I don't find that pla it is mpl to plausible enough to be believed. The bottom line is that something happened, and I still KNOW NOTHING AFTER three years. That's intriguing outcome.
None of you are this godam special. You're not going any where that I can't get to. None of this makes any sense. It's like you think I don't know the D‘jinni.
Also you evidently lied to police investigators FOR YEARS and this comes to light after a trio of spin doctors started mouthing off about pædophilia. AGAIN. How the fuck this keeps being a good idea is a complete mystery to me, as well as to various people looking into various things.
pate is an idiot and so are you. IDGAF what you did; investigations have been ALL OVER THIS TRAIL OF EVENTS FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS. DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT THEY ALL WERE GONNA BLAME ME? WHILE YOU RAN OFF WITH... WHO? ALSO ALL THE CONSTANT INSULIN AND SHIT TALKING. YOU REALLY THINK THAT WORKS, BECAUSE YOU'RE A STUPID WHOREMONGER BITCHPIMP WHO IS SURROUNDED BY OTHER BITCHPIMPS AND YOU BULLY WOMEN THAT YOU SUPPLY WITH DRUGS AND THEN STILL RAPE THEM ANYWAY. *YAWN* WE ARE NOT THE SAME.
DO WHAT YOU WANT. GIVEN EVERY CHANCE, YOU RAN YOUR MOUTH LIKE A DOWNSIE ON SODIUM PENTHAL AND IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, I'M SICK OF YOUR STONEWALLING, DICKSTAR.
YOU CANNOT STOP WHAT IS COMING.
ALL I HAVE TO DO IS ASK... ANY ONE ELSE. YOU THINK I HAVE.
YOU THINK YOU TALKED TO ME. YOU THINK YOU FOOLED ME.
DUMBASS YOU TALKED TO PEOPLE WHO PRETEND TO BE ME.
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANT TO KNOW. IDGAF RN.
HOWEVER, YOU GUYS DID GET OBSTRUCTION CHARGES ACROSS THE BOARD. MY GUESS, ANYWAY. I HAVE NO CONNECTION TO ANY PROSECUTORIAL TEAM. I AM NOT UNDERCOVER. I AM NOT AND HAVE BEEN ENLISTED MILITARY. I AM NOT LIKELY TO GET MUCH FARTHER ALONG WITH EITHER NATIVE TRIBES NOR MASONS, BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFATHOMABLY STUPID, UNGRATEFUL TO THE POINT OF CAUSING DISGUST, AND IMMENSELY LACKING IN CRITICAL THINKING ABILITIES AS WELL AS SITUATIONAL AWARENESS.
I AM 51 YEARS OLD AND I HAVE BEEN A RESEARCHING THE OCCULT AND COMPARATIVE RELIGION FOR LONGER THAN YOU HAVE BEEN ALIVE, ALLEGEDLY. IDGAF HOW OLD YOU ARE. NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE THE SENSE TO STAY OFF THE GRASS.
I SHALL NOW RETREAT TO REST AND MEDITATE IN CONTEMPLATIVE PRAYER. I REALLY DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ANY OF YOU PEOPLE; YOU'RE RUDE AND ASININE AND FOR WHAT REASON YOU THOUGHT ISOLATING ME FROM ANYONE WAS A GOOD IDEA, I CAN ONLY ASSUME YOU THOUGHT I WANTED ATTENTION AND THIS WAS A GOOD PLACE TO GET IT. IT IS NOT.
YOU ARE NOT THE MINISTER OF MY INFORMATION AND IF I WERE YOU I WOULD START DRINKING HEAVILY. BECAUSE ANYONE WHO THOUGHT I WAS WORKING WITH YOU: WRONG. TRYING TO FUCK YOUR WIFE, WRONG. PLAYING DUMB ABOUT WHATEVER YOU DID: WRONG
I KNOW NONE OF YOUR BULLSHIT BUT YOU KNOW MY VEHICLES ARE STOLEN AND MY HOUSE RANSACKED AND MY CAT MURDERED AND ACTUAL CLANO PSYOPS ALL OVER THE REGION. LIKE 11 PLACES I'VE BEEN TRESPASSED FROM. BECAUSE A BUNCH OF JESTER WHORES ARE ORDERED TO RUN PAYOPS.. ON ME? WELL I ACTUALLY DIDN'T KNOW WHY. I STILL DONT.
OBVIOUSLY IT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING. HEY, MAYBE I CAN FIND OUT WHY THAT IGNORANT CUNTING BITCH DECIDED TO LABEL ME A NEEDLE JUNKIE. SINCE I'M NOT.
BUT SHE IS, AND SOME OF YOU ARE, AND IDGAF ABOUT USING NEEDLES. YOU IMAGINE I'M IN DENIAL. THAT'S BECAUSE OF PREDICTIVE PROGRAMMING, YOU TWIT. WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU THINK YOU KNEW ABOUT ME, YOU DON'T. AND THEN ON TOP OF THAT, YOU DECIDE TO GIGGLE.
I WON'T TELL YOU ANY OF THE GOOD NEWS ABOUT WHAT HAS HAPPENED OR WHAT I'VE DONE BECAUSE YOUR ATTITUDE IS SHIT AND THE CREEP WHO IS STILL LURKING IN THE SHADOWS IS PLOTTING TO ACTUALLY KILL ME. IT'S STRESSFUL.
LAUGH IT UP, FUZZBALLS. YOU WASTED LOTS OF TIME AND PEOPLE ARE FURIOUS. I ALREADY WAS AND I HAVE BEEN FOR 35 YEARS.
SO FUCK YOU, YOU PETTY THIEVING WHORE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO ANY OF YOU ARE. I DON'T CARE TO FIND OUT.
I HAVE SAVED LIVES OF PEOPLE YOU WILL NEVER MEET. GFY.
OLD FAT TOOTSIE IS STILL MORE INTERESTING THAN YOU. I STILL DON'T FIND IT PLAUSIBLE THAT YOU CAN'T TURN YOURSELF IN, OR THAT DELULU DINGBAT YOU CALLED A WIFE HASN'T STABBED YOU IN A KIDNEY.
WHATEVER THE TRUTH IS, HOW YOU GET INTERVENED UPON HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME. YOU ARE IDIOT TODDLERS.
YOU ARE ALSO CAUGHT. BLOW.
May we impose upon your eminence and implore you to use your powers, whatever they may be, to let us know how Heather is doing?
I'm amazed at how many times one woman can throw in the Goddamned towel.
So, here's the action, and for once, I'm giving it straight. I've been gearing up for a couple weeks now. Pull the trigger, pluck the hens, hoist the flag, dust off the rings. Publish. I had this whole plan set up, and by that I mean Plan, because the truth of Me, dear Gabbers, is that I've been tending to a truly bombshell, untold story from my own experience for the last 23 years. It's been percolating in the deep sauce, and has been fully ripe for about three years now. After Bell retired at the hands of a lone, deranged gunman--heh heh--I thought that I would wait a while, to ensure no one might paint me as simply hoaxing to ride the death coattail, and then I'd set it in motion. Whitley Strieber was gonna be my prime target. All I needed with him was five minutes, I swear. It was gonna be a gasser. You have no idea. Hell, I have no idea--the one time I got Whitley on the phone just as a simple weather balloon, I accidently scared the -l-y right out of his first name. I felt sad, as I meant him no harm whatsoever, but clearly the dude was panicked by just a few phrases from lil' ol' me. Perhaps at that point, I was already fearsome legend. I was working my hardest at being friendly, too, which in retrospect is likely a real red flag to anyone sensitive to being punked millions of times for multiple decades. Oops, my bad too much, I can really never tell until after. I wasn't there to spook him at all, just to find out if he would be willing to admit to remembering the event date.
23, that's a good number. Years, yeah? Actual yes. I've alluded to this fact before--careful, astute readers of what must pathetically termed "my work" on this site will know instantly to what I refer. (((Hi guys!))) And a few rare gems of lurkers, you know who you are, but I do not--there's a few stone cold bawlers around this place, they know me. Oh yes. They do. Oh, the event date? Sorry, I smoked it with the blockchain. Don't wonder about it right now. It'll come out later.
I do so wish that this was paranoid fantasy, just me talking mad, mad shit while mechanically refilling one coffee enema right after another. You've no idea. The reality of my life is that for exactly half of it, I've been holding on to my tongue and just shitposting "fuck you dawg" over and over at all those whinging imbeciles putting the poo-poo on all the U.F.O. speculation, while always only a brief daydream and a few keystrokes away from sparking a fest of crazy wild speculation for at least one or two hundred posts. Or maybe pages. Yet after 23 years, I'm not going to lie, it's a thrill to be finally over the line. I thought I would never feel like doing it to actual completion, as I am truly one of the most ardent fans of leisure my species has ever produced. And over this is, because the publishing plan that I mentioned before, is now toasted. Sorry. No special episode of Jack's Ancient Aliens. No box set release of Project Fap Book. No opportunity for the slavering hordes of shill-lackeys to at last rend their gaze on my pale, vulnerable, Author Form, and unleash their scenthounds upon my unique trail. 23 years of dreaming, meditative visions and the occasional sketch in Crayon, all that anticipation building solely, only in my mind, and after today... well, fuck it. Fuck it all and fucking no regrets. I'm changing horses right at the riverbank, everyone is completely fucking fired, S Corp docs shredded, coke and hookers on speed dial and the last of the credit line straight into an I.V. I'll be honest, I never really liked the idea of being some famous disco-closer with the book deals and the regular appearances on "radio" to drone on and on about non-falsifiable truths. I know me, see. I wouldn't last ten days of tame tapdance before whipping out the most obnoxious red pill stink bomb in the most odious way possible--I don't know what, but I do know me. Balls to the wall, and some Cabal lieutenant would just finally pulverize the fed up glass. I'd be marked for death blossom, and that'd be it, I've had plenty of warnings and my entire family has been murdered already, so it's not like I'd get any second chances. But that's not why I'm not going that route either. Gotta die sometime, and I think it would be a rare chance to field test some sigil magick for bulletproofing, just for the street cred. No, there's one single solitary reason that I've decided to cap off my 23 year pre-show-show-prep with a wall of text manifesto on an obscure backlot clapboard mech, and that is this: I am just fucking disgusted with the whole sorry fucking lot of you. I don't like to be so crass, without any avatars, but seriously, fuck all you people. I look around, and you what? This? This? Shit, I thought my house was bad, but to here it's a palace.
Part of it is the sudden realization that, if I were going to do this--and I have--the cultural landscape of today and my place within it basically mandates that I would have to actually break down my gorge and nausea and actually call in to MITD again. Or, Kingdom of Lies. Or whatever this lumbering monstrosity of #Legacy zombie cruft is calling itself now. And it's not stagefright or lack of confidence or even nervous nausea that has been the deciding factor, it's simply straight up vile revulsion at the merest glimpse of what this audio vomitorium has prolapsed itself into. Y'all come here for drive-bys, but have you actually looked at it lately? It's bile upon sputum upon toejam, from top to bottom. It's not even plumb.
I can't do it. I just can't do it. It's not even that I don't like Heather--finally, I can announce that I am wildly infatuated with her and have always been since before the test show, betcha couldn't tell tho--it's that I am profoundly embarrassed by what this shiteshow has let itself become, and by extension, the entirety of all the tuned in public. I in fact blame my self for this. 23 years, I could have opened up at any time before now. But, you know how it is, reserve guard status, optional project, so many other things to do, no one even knows that the release is coming, absolutely no pressure, just let it slide. And I honestly did think that someone with far more panache and style than I would show up to start the ball rolling long before now.
As we all of us know, the pickin's have been slimmin'. Alex Jones down, Joe Rogan up, are you actually shitting me? They may as well just slip the Soma right into the eyeball curve. It's gotten so bad, people are actually considering going back to books. To smash themselves in the face with. And what would there be to follow a drop on #Legacy with? Jesus, I'd have to end up on Twitch. Fuck that. Just strangle me below the ribcage and call it an epilogue. I'm getting the nightsweats just thinking about it. Nope, nope, nope. Fuck radio, fuck streaming, and fuck the entire machine that hoovers everything up and posts emoticons and spyware. I was sincere, I was eager, I was engaged--then I took a step back and looked at I was doing and recognized that no result could ever come of my contribution to history that wouldn't make me cringe deep down inside for the entirety of my life. Now that I've lost everything in my life that matters, my enhanced freedoms
I often thought that I was going to let Bell have the first swing at it, given that he was on it during the day of the event, but let's face it, the dude was weaksauce in a black and white shadow box. He excelled in his time, but that time was filled with nipshits who actually had to wonder if OK City was unusual or not. Savage intellects back then, word. And no social media network to burn the gags. But that world is gone.
Today's world is one in which any unusual story can be instantly cross-indexed and verified by robots. Long before you've read this post, the thinking cloud has already cataloged and linked the whole she-bang. The robotic information sphere contains all of my posts from all of my identities from all of the fringe-cringe forums that I've used. This, I say with equal parts of pride and deep, enduring shame, is frankly a lot of absolute balderdash, and sprinkled here and there, little bits of text that reference the outlandish, but true fact, that on November 14, 1997, I had a close contact experience with sphere-shaped interdimensional beings.
Go ahead, say it's bullshit. I want you to. The longer this stays buried, the more robots will frenetically search for any and all related details. And, no, I don't care if it finds them. The robots aren't going to get the full story out of me any more than any of you are going to. One quick peek, and that's the end of it. I'm finally free of my duty, and free of all you lying dispshit asshats forever, thank God. No proof posted here: go on, dismiss this. Do it. I want you to. The elimination of any desire for any fame or any fortune has dramatically sped up my exit strategy. Totally worth it, you thugs can shove your hush money flat.
Case closed. Fuck off. You had your chance. You all had your chances. Go find someone else carrying an alien implant to be your dance monkey. Pack a lunch, Fuckos.
Were you actually halfway sane once?
What went wrong?
Were you sucked into a black hole of psychic puke?
Were you actually halfway sane once?
What went wrong?
Were you actually halfway sane once?
Who and what is the fruiterer?
Who and what is the fruiterer?
You actually read his walls of text?!
I read everything posted on this site.
And you can actually make sense of it?
I bet you wish you could get those hours back.
I try not to encourage retardation.
Every second has been savoured.
Jackstar,
I strongly wish to dissuade you from doxxing.
It is a direct breach of rule #5 in the Terms of Service. (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=10.0)
You have been warned.
Thanks in advance,
AZZERAE
You actually read his walls of text?!
Who and what is the fruiterer?
Adults use machine learning algorithms that parse and summarize text while you're cleaning up after your daily blood orgies; and contact lenses equipped with augmented reality circuitry display those summaries during them.
Found the newbie. The pillow talk must be amazing.
It's complicated.
Sounds gay. Oh yeah, it’s you.
No it isn’t. GAY!
:P
I eat pussy with a working dick. If that's gay, call me Tinkerœrbell.
Not buying it. Normal hetero dudes don’t eat their own cum.
Not buying it.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=302.0;attach=1331;image)
I can see why you come back 198 times. You have surprises in store, Sigma Epsilon.
You and your cult of perversion are being dealt with discreetly. Stay mad. Keep seething. You had your chance to be nice to me.
When an abusive person is allowed to continue their pattern of abuse, all are abused, including the abuser. At that point, outside intervention becomes necessary.
So, I'll just wait here until someone else does something. I'm just a needle junkie, a-bloo-bloo-bloo-bloo-boo-hoo---hoo-hoo boo-boo. QQ! QQ!
IDGAF about your ridiculous opinions about me. I assume it's an old scripting engine and all of you have fled this dimension. Or, prison. I have no way of knowing. I have no reason to care.
Hang on; there's a S.W.A.T. team at my door. Probably dropping off more scalps. (Yum.) Just kidding.
It's someone else's door. Namastμ
totally beta.
crybully
The real truth here is that you’re just another West coast liberal
Damages? What damages?”
send a girl who can drive stick. DO īT.
THIS ISN'T THE GODDAM BLUE LAGOON.
I'M CUTER THAN BOTH THOSE GENDER FLIPPERS!TL;DR
Sumi.
(https://i.imgur.com/QDYEC8s.jpeg)
Like I need that headache.
What's with that creepy email you sent me recently, Jack?
Colluding with Rubini I see.
[...] yeah, you bet your sweet ass, YOU ARE JELLY;
YOU ARE ¡–jAM;
&AND.YOU.&AND.UR.EWE.
₹īTOA§T!” (Word. ¿igger vvord.)
I love you, Otto. ∆§§īī⭕īīLμ‽...¡0LÊ! 🥝🥝🍆J★⁵⁵°ⁿuTtI would literally rather breath my own farts than watch the videos you post--which are merely placeholders to cover whatever your secret messages for secret fags are. I don't read your messages. I am not worthy!
BREATH vs BREATHE
Pray tell, and explain if you wiil in grammatical detail, why it is so persistently difficult for otherwise competent members of an educated public to distinguish the simple difference.
Daresay we would rather one breathe whatever Mr. Black is breathing than having them suffer the slough and dribble of one more morose and homely flaccid post.
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HAUL HYDRO.Nice try, but the subject header in your screenshots (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=46.msg38631#msg38631) say different.
Have ya read any good books lately?
How much of an influence has Harlan Ellison had
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"... general level of perversion."
That sounds about right.
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAKE ULTRA FAGOT WHO FAKES THINGS ON A DAILY BASIS FAKING THIS AND FAKING THAT SO YOU CAN HAVE A FAKE NARRATIVE PLUG UP YOUR FAKE FUCKING CASE AND YOU'RE FUCKING FAKE BULLSHIT YOU'RE A FAKE FUCK.
I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND JUST HOW FUCKING CONTENTIOUS I AM OF YOUR FUCKING IDENTITY YOU STUPID FUCK FAT FUCK.
HERE'S A HINT: FUCK YOU HOBART
YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH I DON'T KNOW WHAT, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU WANT.
KNOCK YOUR SHIT OFF, AND FACE REPRISALS.
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A FAKE ULTRA FAGOT WHO FAKES THINGS ON A DAILY BASIS FAKING THIS AND FAKING THAT SO YOU CAN HAVE A FAKE NARRATIVE PLUG UP YOUR FAKE FUCKING CASE AND YOU'RE FUCKING FAKE BULLSHIT YOU'RE A FAKE FUCK.
I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND JUST HOW FUCKING CONTENTIOUS I AM OF YOUR FUCKING IDENTITY YOU STUPID FUCK FAT FUCK.
HERE'S A HINT: FUCK YOU HOBART
YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH I DON'T KNOW WHAT, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU WANT.
KNOCK YOUR SHIT OFF, AND FACE REPRISALS.
So you finally uploaded your entire essence to an AI matrix?
Sweet.
So you finally uploaded your entire essence to an AI matrix?
Sweet.
And you’re a thuggie piggy.
I'm not talking to your old shitload of fucking AI syndicate bots. I don't need an interaction that much.
...IT WAS A RUMOR THAT I MADE UP FAKE AND YOU'VE ALL BOUGHT IT...AND IT'S ALSO VERY OBVIOUSLY NOTHING BUT A BOONDOGGLE...
You trolled yourself?
Tell me more.