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AzzGab => Opinion => Topic started by: AZZERAE on January 27, 2022, 05:11:41 PM
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He was decidedly upset.
He yelled at me and accused me of "manipulating" audio that I had forwarded to him in good faith.
Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.
I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit.
Apparently I "agreed" to record all communications between he and I, and "package it for" an "audience."
I never agreed to anything, and I use audio that I want to use when I make my podcast. I don't have anyone over me laying down edicts or guiding the direction of the show.
The last time I'll ever budge on revising artwork of an offensive nature will be the artwork I re-did that featured the baby Jesus as a piece of shit. That was for Starr, but I'll never do anything like that again, because compromise is just not good bedfellows with creativity.
Jackstar, I never agreed to anything, and I could hold tons of stuff you've done against you such as talking shit about me behind my back to David Rubini, but I let that slide.
You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe moodswings that are beyond control. Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.
All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions.
I will not ever sit around and tape your every word and publish it as podcasts solely because you wish me to do so at this moment in time. Tomorrow you'll wake up and either act like you never said what you said or you'll just pretend it never happened.
I'm not going to disconnect from you or ignore you, but I will call you on your bullshit out here in the open because you're clearly a very disturbed and unwell man.
I don't know where you get off thinking you can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, ever. I've never been an underling. I've always had 100% control of my decisions and thats not about to change.
Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.
Hopefully you can get the help that you need. But in the meantime, I'm here to tell you you are incapable of playing me like a sucker. Ever.
Your tired old gaslighter routine flopped, and I'm wise to your styles. You tried to trip me up and get me to answer your inane, meaningless "questions" that are really non-sequitors and I laughed in your face.
Call me back when you're no longer on the rag and we can have an honest, direct discussion like men (if you're even capable of that at this point).
Get help. You are a sad clown, and everyone's laughing at you. Not just me.
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He was decidedly upset.
He yelled at me and accused me of "manipulating" audio that I had forwarded to him in good faith.
Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.
I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit.
Apparently I "agreed" to record all communications between he and I, and "package it for" an "audience."
I never agreed to anything, and I use audio that I want to use when I make my podcast. I don't have anyone over me laying down edicts or guiding the direction of the show.
The last time I'll ever budge on revising artwork of an offensive nature will be the artwork I re-did that featured the baby Jesus as a piece of shit. That was for Starr, but I'll never do anything like that again, because compromise is just not good bedfellows with creativity.
Jackstar, I never agreed to anything, and I could hold tons of stuff you've done against you such as talking shit about me behind my back to David Rubini, but I let that slide.
You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe moodswings that are beyond control. Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.
All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions.
I will not ever sit around and tape your every word and publish it as podcasts solely because you wish me to do so at this moment in time. Tomorrow you'll wake up and either act like you never said what you said or you'll just pretend it never happened.
I'm not going to disconnect from you or ignore you, but I will call you on your bullshit out here in the open because you're clearly a very disturbed and unwell man.
I don't know where you get off thinking you can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, ever. I've never been an underling. I've always had 100% control of my decisions and thats not about to change.
Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.
Hopefully you can get the help that you need. But in the meantime, I'm here to tell you you are incapable of playing me like a sucker. Ever.
Your tired old gaslighter routine flopped, and I'm wise to your styles. You tried to trip me up and get me to answer your inane, meaningless "questions" that are really non-sequitors and I laughed in your face.
Call me back when you're no longer on the rag and we can have an honest, direct discussion like men (if you're even capable of that at this point).
Get help. You are a sad clown, and everyone's laughing at you. Not just me.
He's an egomaniacal prick who's had one too many daily servings of his own Kool-Aid.
The only devotion this ass-hat has for his “friends” is to his best friend, himself. 🤷
#HappyCircles
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He was decidedly upset.
He yelled at me and accused me of "manipulating" audio that I had forwarded to him in good faith.
Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.
I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit.
Apparently I "agreed" to record all communications between he and I, and "package it for" an "audience."
I never agreed to anything, and I use audio that I want to use when I make my podcast. I don't have anyone over me laying down edicts or guiding the direction of the show.
The last time I'll ever budge on revising artwork of an offensive nature will be the artwork I re-did that featured the baby Jesus as a piece of shit. That was for Starr, but I'll never do anything like that again, because compromise is just not good bedfellows with creativity.
Jackstar, I never agreed to anything, and I could hold tons of stuff you've done against you such as talking shit about me behind my back to David Rubini, but I let that slide.
You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe moodswings that are beyond control. Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.
All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions.
I will not ever sit around and tape your every word and publish it as podcasts solely because you wish me to do so at this moment in time. Tomorrow you'll wake up and either act like you never said what you said or you'll just pretend it never happened.
I'm not going to disconnect from you or ignore you, but I will call you on your bullshit out here in the open because you're clearly a very disturbed and unwell man.
I don't know where you get off thinking you can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, ever. I've never been an underling. I've always had 100% control of my decisions and thats not about to change.
Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.
Hopefully you can get the help that you need. But in the meantime, I'm here to tell you you are incapable of playing me like a sucker. Ever.
Your tired old gaslighter routine flopped, and I'm wise to your styles. You tried to trip me up and get me to answer your inane, meaningless "questions" that are really non-sequitors and I laughed in your face.
Call me back when you're no longer on the rag and we can have an honest, direct discussion like men (if you're even capable of that at this point).
Get help. You are a sad clown, and everyone's laughing at you. Not just me.
So was the converstation:
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or was it more:
(https://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/crazy-party-gif-12.gif)?
I am guessing more #1, although it was probably a #2 (http://i.ebayimg.com/images/i/351845886514-0-1/s-l1000.jpg) in some respects as well...
I have a feeling in JaxTard's mind it was all:
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Nautical Shore.
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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He was decidedly upset ...
Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.
I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit ...
You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe mood swings that are beyond control. Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.
All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions ...
Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.
Hopefully you can get the help that you need.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBdNXjxmj8M
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The only devotion this ass-hat has for his “friends” is to his best friend, himself.
True. Its nice to have a real friend: you.
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So was the converstation:
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or was it more:
(https://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/crazy-party-gif-12.gif)?
I am guessing more #1...
Correct. It was #1 all the way.
Dude musta hit his head or something.
He's devolved into a completely unintelligible mess.
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Just got off the phone with Jack, and he did confirm the "falling out."
I.R. was right, I did apologise to him-- against my better judgement, and it seemed to ease the tension a bit.
I do care about him. I told him he's abusive and that I'm used to it, as pretty much all my relationships have been abusive.
I shouldn't have told him not to post certain things. I didn't think it'd be a big deal but he is quite a free speech absolutist.
He also explained to me that he will be taking a leave of absence from this site, and that he's done so at other times in the past.
He kinda warmed up to me toward the end of the call, but he admitted he was still salty about some things.
I appreciated his honesty.
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Just got off the phone with Jack, and he did confirm the "falling out."
I.R. was right, I did apologise to him-- against my better judgement, and it seemed to ease the tension a bit.
I do care about him. I told him he's abusive and that I'm used to it, as pretty much all my relationships have been abusive.
I shouldn't have told him not to post certain things. I didn't think it'd be a big deal but he is quite a free speech absolutist.
He also explained to me that he will be taking a leave of absence from this site, and that he's done so at other times in the past.
He kinda warmed up to me toward the end of the call, but he admitted he was still salty about some things.
I appreciated his honesty.
I have nothing but love in my heart for the fellow. However, I’m not entirely sure I have all that much respect for him at this point.
I don't understand why he feels hurt or “salty.” He’s accusatory and highly insulting towards others. Treating others with disdain usually leads to at least some kind of fallout as a consequence.
#Absurd
I don't have a lot of sympathy for him at the moment.
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I.R. was right, I did apologise to him--
https://youtu.be/l0q7MLPo-u8
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No, he hasn't.
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I spoke with him earlier, and apparently he's still salty about me asking him to ease up (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=138.msg18024#msg18024) on the YouTube videos.
After making the faux comeback of 2 measly posts (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=138.msg18326;topicseen#msg18326), he says to me, "I'm still not posting on your website."
I followed up with, "But you just posted on it," and he replied, "Well, I'm not posting what I would've been posting if you hadn't handled me the way you did."
He also make some demands, to which I did not respond to in a matter of minutes, and upon calling him up and straightening things out as a courtesy and fulfilling his requests, promptly HUNG UP THE PHONE with a non-sequitor, and in a really loud, obnoxious, angry tone.
I dunno why I entertain this jackass.
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What are his demands? Is he threatening to fly this forum to Cuba?
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What are his demands?
He demands I record all our calls and send him the files.
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He demands I record all our calls and send him the files.
I would record all the calls and get a mailing address to which to send the files (in 8-track cassette format.)
That would amuse me, but then I have a unique sense of humor...
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Oh, Pate!
We're just nice guys.
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Why doesn’t he just record the calls?
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Why doesn’t he just record the calls?
Because, for some reason its ... my job.
???
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Because, for some reason its ... my job.
???
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Dammit, Azz. DO BETTER!
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DO BETTER!
Help me do better.
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No, he hasn't.
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I spoke with him earlier, and apparently he's still salty about me asking him to ease up (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=138.msg18024#msg18024) on the YouTube videos.
After making the faux comeback of 2 measly posts (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?topic=138.msg18326;topicseen#msg18326), he says to me, "I'm still not posting on your website."
I followed up with, "But you just posted on it," and he replied, "Well, I'm not posting what I would've been posting if you hadn't handled me the way you did."
He also make some demands, to which I did not respond to in a matter of minutes, and upon calling him up and straightening things out as a courtesy and fulfilling his requests, promptly HUNG UP THE PHONE with a non-sequitor, and in a really loud, obnoxious, angry tone.
I dunno why I entertain this jackass.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTM113nWiYw
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Just got off the horn with Jack, like, 30 hours ago.
We both pretended to not know anything about the shadow worlds. He bluffed he had found a new, shinier coalition for the ongoing content model moving forward, and appeared to no longer have interest in demonising a common enemy.
Between the unspoken edicts and the make-believe fervor, he manifested a frame story, complete with a series of barely believable yarns. It was quite fascinating to come to the cold, hard realisation that we occupy our chairs very briefly in this decameron-- after all, I managed to present a preternatural front and get away with goofing off for a solid two five's (mind you).
I no longer scoff the presence of the maestro. I simply genuflect and tug at the talisman until they leave. Then, I sit there with "myself" and they play in the lofty ceiling till I get up again, and leave (on foot, of course).
Having them with me is a tremendously comforting experience, but I do get dog-eared Bible carrying fanatics hiss at me on streetsides as they hold their soggy cardboard plaques. Never I mind, they say.
I walk and walk, all night, till I begin to see the gold of dawn crowning at the foot of the sky. In my bindle, I keep clean needles and primo H. But no longer will Jacques get the 'lude he woulda.
I could barely stomach another mouthful of bovine. But-- thanks.
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We both pretended to not know anything about the shadow worlds. [...] I could barely stomach another mouthful of bovine. But-- thanks.
THEY ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN, BUT YOU NEVER SEEM TO HAVE ANY QUALUUDES. THIS SADIE HAWKINS DANCE SUCKS.
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Just got off the horn with Jack...
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Axing for a fiend, TIA!
(http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=47.0;attach=62;image)
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Axing for a fiend, TIA!
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My favorite scene.
https://youtu.be/MwCuxS6Ac24
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My favorite scene.
https://youtu.be/MwCuxS6Ac24
You know, I appreciate the guy; but I never watched anymore Jack (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=71)-wag (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=38)onry (http://www.azzgab.co.za/index.php?action=profile;u=39) after his:
https://youtu.be/-Pb3DAQUQq8
opus magnum coz, that's how I want to remember him...
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Its complicated.
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Its complicated.
https://youtu.be/KWM76KMQ-7Q
Not if you understand
https://youtu.be/YbYWhdLO43Q
"The Sourceorer(sp)"
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Its complicated.
They are both Juden--and my friends. But to befriend The Jew, this is a dangerous thing--unless, you're a Exopolitical Diplomat with various proprietary techniques that I'll simply won't discuss at any great length right now.
Right now, they're both brain-shadowed car-crack-crash messes, not so much because of drug use--boy howdy--but largely because both of them forgot, as they explored their journey into mystery together, that this all started from a certain place, and it was meant to get there... and, it has.
I don't know if she's dead or alive, and that is for the best, because someone coerced her into sending me to prison, where I would be killed. (I have some enemies, okay? Don't call me fat.) Naturally this has been done several times before, not just to me, and it doesn't get presented it to her that way, right?
So, trust me, she had no idea that I was gonna politely decline, because no one gave me any money and even if they had, fuck your dirt, what a waste of time, oh, right, these are the tulpas--I'm braced on assignment, and D & A have known each other for many, many years, long before I got here.
I don't remember them from before they decided to run the jokhulhaups, but that's okay, I like remembering this life: the one where I took his Network, I absorbed her powers that she disqualified herself from (for one thing, she stopped playing chess, telling the truth, or remembering how many people she has been pairbonded to), and I really can't deal with their nonsense right now, "embarassment" is not the right excuse for avoiding conversation, nor is "no contact" order.
I have determined what the "Emergency" was, and it still is: someone fucked up big time, and it wasn't me, and as of today, I puzzled quite a few things out on my own. As opportunities are seized, they multiply. It's nuts right now. She is either enraged, embarassed, or happy: I don't care which, I don't care where, and I really in fact am happy that even the pet GPS tracker is offline, as my position here is totes compromised.
Like, F'real. So, they're taking care of things. It's no business of mine. I'm already set. I've been vetted. People knew. Other people were busily working to set me up the bomb and make me go away forevah, because, you know what? Jackstar is pretty annoying.
So, they were gonna try prison rape and see what happened. Shields, right? Heh heh. Okay, well, here's what happened:
Everything she had was stripped away and now she's back on project with David. She'll probably need a new identity--"David" isn't actually the "Rubini" that most of you are aware of, and at least one of them is this guy I've known for a couple years that she's been married to, or she's his seeing eye dog, or... look, its not complicated, it's the same thing every night, Pinky: They're ALL spooks.
Now, I don't care to be a spook, I love who I am, and while I did not recognize that I was diverting our paths through life, when I saw what was happening, I took steps to form Source energy into the future that I chose, the future that I wrote, because I love these people, but they're idiots.
David utterly fails to follow through on even one thing that he and I ever discuss. He just wants his wife back. (Please clap.) Apparently I wasn't supposed to have her on lockdown as long as I did, or more like, they didn't think it would take as long as it would to get to eat me.
Trust me, they're cannibals. Don't worry about it, it's all very civilized, if one doesnt' want to get eaten, simply get up from the table, hyoo-MON. And I have left the table at first meal, heh, I've been around 5 years, almost, and I was never invited to the table without a rictus of disgust that they thought I couldn't see.
Trust me, Showstoppers: I know your contempt of old. And now, ye know mine, because rather than get jammed up in the most obvious trap I've ever seen, I conveyed the impression that I was fed up and hard up and fiending up enough to be wiling to engage in what would otherwise be reasonable, but under the circumstances presented, a crime. I'd get 10 years. No doubt. Everyone would join in. It would be a gasser.
I wouldn't do such a thing usually but if it were appropriate to do so, but were I asked, I would have been happy to help supply and join the birthday party. Unfortunately I was not invited, and Grapefruit herself had already been trafficked months ago, because she no longer used me for security... or anything, because that's what trafficking is here. Takes over the brain. Wherever she is, when she thinks of me--and, she does not--unpleasant thoughts arise.
Such like:
"Well, he was right. Look where you are."
"Why did you think he was addicted to that?"
"Why did you think he was supposed to buy that for you?"
"Why did you think he was going to believe you wanted that?"
Because instead of coming home to a birthday party, had I come home the day before I did come back, it would have been a different scene entirely. I can't imagine what, because I've never been dosed with highly specialized Angel's Trumpet alkaloids, until then, and I was certainly willing to try it out, because I trust and love her, the guy who was running the op was obviously leading me to the gallow's pole, and it wasn't the first time, either.
I would never knowingly burn a guy, but this guy burned himself. Not impressed. I think he was sandbagging it to give me a chance to figure it out for myself, but yeah, I did that years ago. Now, coming up on my 5 year anniversary with the lady, I'd like to point out that the relationship has become untenable... because of the Klingons.
She's got lots of friends who miss her. Why don't they come visit? Oh, well, I turned the house into an alchemical graveyard and it's an adult house party now, not a house suitable for children. I don't want to drive 400 a week so the dopers up north can have worry-free daycare. It would be different if they drove to my place and didn't get all snooty, but the bottom line is, I would have loved to have been there with her, al lthe time, and had people come and go and visit us.
Problems with that include: all her friends think I am a cop who can't be trusted, and all my friends are dead, killed by her friends that are cops. Grapefruit can't be trusted right now by the likes of me. She lost her phone shielding quite a while back, and she lost her confidence in me when she realized that she could no longer just assume certain things.
She forgot to tell me that she decided to have sex with other people and not tell me about it, at all, to see what would happen. I guess. This was a long time ago. She got pissed at me for not stopping her from being assaulted and trafficked again, and I got pissed at her for running away with some other guy, blocking my number, claiming I was chemcially dependent, needed a counselor, hit her, choked her, and was trying to kill her. With Syphillis.
No, honey, that's (blank). I've been disgusted since she insulted my friend, made herself a lifelong enemy for no good reason, and then expressed amazement that violence and hostiltiy to my friends was out of place. Look, it's made sex awkward, okay? In that, I don't care if I have it ever again, with anyone, really, when I think about what she did to herself by running around with other people and not inviting me and failing to take care of what she had with me. Then when Klingons began to appear and... well anyway, I don't wanna get into it.
So I find myself being offered way too much of the wrong kind of thing from a guy with a known rep for needle drugs and showing people the way to prison, and as I'm getting the .mil thereapeutic dose, I'm like... "wow, this stuff is gonna be OK but it's got chemical markers in it that will activate specialness later tonight." Somehow I just knew.
Also, when I got the real thing once--ONCE--by serendipity, because it wasn't her holding out, it was the entire countryside: The Hungarian gets shit product. I had always suspected. I was right. People they always grabby. But it wasn't until I saw two different stashes, and one was WAY COOLER, I realized, oh right, she hasn't seen my do anything ijmpressive yet, and I am waiting for the house thing to do so.
I was supposed to go back to the house right away. I stay away for 28 hours. I have nothing for her, she thinks. Actually, I have saved her life, everyone's because instead of selling us down the river or to the woodchipper, I am told that she and her mother will be together, and I know she has friends, so I basically ignore her on my phone after I explain a few choice facts. I drive around, I text some people, I do research, I drive to her ex's place and ask for permission to teach him how to spell "legal emancipation"... in Minecraft. It's a good time.
I have no idea what she did on her birthday while I was gone, but I have an idea or two. #1) she and her real friends that really, really hate me (she had no idea, bless her) crafted a plan that would have killed us both (her real friends are not authentic on the phone) and one of the 2-3 gangs looking to steal the house.. and they have, it's beyond useless to me now. It's not officially gone, but it's going to be abandoned, as there's a seachange.
I'm going trucking. She's going (blanking) with (PROT). I don't know; I'll find out later. It's quite nice! Trust me, I"m not jealous, or envious, and this fine fellow has had to deal with me failing to utilize the situation correctly for about 9 months of a 5 year span.
Just imagine it. I've been fucking his wife, right in front of him, for five years. I guess he has more than wife. Wow, what's that like? Well, whatever, maybe he shouldn;'t have assigned her to me, it's not like I knew, and when I did, they had already been infected with I don't know what or care.
You know what? I'm not doing this. Shit happened, they;re going somewhere, I'm going the opposite direction, and I need a break from their pointless lack of a security system, and, she has to be whisked away to a new identity before something happens, I don't know what, but it's nothing to do with me.
Let's just say maybe she won't be testifying. It's fine. The plan was going to be that she went to jail while I was left in the house along on Christmas Ever with bitch lasagna all over.. that's why she made a mess, she thought I would be stuck with it and she would be flown out in a chopper.
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Instead, she was placed on house arrest, all her friends' phones went silent, she had no money, no allies, no prospects, just her and a cat in a house filled with pictures of my mother and memories of her arguing w-ith me about how stupid I was to be doing (blank).
I also, not on purpose, but yeah, zero meth and 63 fresh'n'clean syringes. I had bought them at the start of COVID. Just medical supplies. I didn't know she'd be locked into the place with no drugs or money or michael to blame cravings on. I wonder what happened? Don't care.
Oh, I take that back. I do care, and I know what happened: David had to come rescue her. (Hehe.) He said. WA State Order of Protection? Hold on.
She was surrounded by scumbags, and them and all her friends HATED me. So I end up in jail, ten weeks no contact order, yeah, trust me, there's nothing stopping David. Including me. Why would I stop him? Is she gonna ask for a raping again?
It's none of my business. OKay so get this though: they do this witthout tellign me, and they clearly are hoping to ensure that I get the message: Give up Jackstar. You're tired of Grapefruit. Yeah, no shit. I was stuck because someone elsse was tryning to steal the house. We both drifted apart to other worlds... and then, the split could occur.
There's this girl who is dead somewhere and I don't want to go there with Grapefruit, and she's off with David, and I cannot share my technology with them, and, they're Jews--imagine the tipping--and I couldn't be more happy with her finallly admitted to me what she should have told me in the first place. Turns out, she thought she had, and she hadn't, and for awhile now I've been watching her sneak around in plain sight, thinking that she is hiding anything, when the only thing hidden was David's existence, and I was the last one to know of him, probably. Certainly she knew him first. When she inissted that I introdcued him to her, I was tired.
My concerns over their trip never had anything to do with their sex, and I was never nervous or jealous of him. They're cute when they're not being stupid. No, the problem was that before they left (together, ALLHOSE), they lied to me and withheld information and advanced each other's causes at the expense of their own, because now I have no reason to discuss what they are missing with me.
I imagine Grapefruit looked for me in the house she was locked up in that I could not enter, for quite a while before coming to realize that I had, in fact, preferred jail on Christmas than to Christmas with her and a psyop team sending me to prison. If she had gone, she would have been tortured and killed and woken up with David. Since she stayed and I went to jail, she had to pass time in the house for... I dunno, ask them, anway, I made him come get his gal out of my house while I drove all over town, in and out of jail, exeprimenting with rare chemical combos and being a total badass, although when I demonstrated to the White Surpremacists that I was a) not addicted and b) impartial to opiates, my street cred dropped. Also they forgot to ask me to help banish their solvent demon problem, so I just left, they were scared and I was a stranger so I don't blame them but I like going where I am apprecaited.
I am not appreciated by Grapefruit now. She asked for things, and I basically ignored her and drove off incommunicado for a day, on her birthday, then came home and immeidately left in a body bag. Things were pretty fucked off after she abandoned me for another man again and didn't give a shit about what happend to me and did not explain that she needed to be told when she needed to GTFO you're gonna get so Anita.
With her stuck there, the mailbox began to flood with subpeonas, tickets, bank statements, warrants, summons, letters from the Prosecutor, and... I don't know. It's something though. I guess I'll find out, but her plan was to just cut and run, and her plan for me was to throw me in the ocean for the sharks.
Yep. That's what PTSD will do. It turns a person into a feral animal. And she surreounded herself with shitheads who do drugs incorrectly, tha's what she did, I'll have to go, I love you, but I have to go. You don't have to go, sure, stay in the house with the picture of my mother on the wall. Go ahead, be my guest, David has just as much right to be there as you, possibly more, beacuase at least he has not lied to me in thast weeek or so.
It was about five weeks until she relented and had someone send me a message: 'open relationship"
That was nice. Also a nice touch, the cat disappears off GPS tracking, then a coulple days later it's Valentine's Day, I go to fly my drone over the house, and my phone rings, which is rare, because EVERYONE believes the hype, OR, they know the truth: I'm too smart to let my house get stolen.
Oh, they tried. Not really very close. Although, I did steal David. I caused his life to bring him here, and please take hthem away. I can't be bothered .
Like on Valentine's Day. No whatever since Christmas, and then, the day after Valentine's Day, I don't hear from Grapefruit, I hear from David direct: "Hii?"
He sounds nervous. Adorable. He thinks of women in terms of possesion. It's temporary. He'll be respecting her 9in the back soon enough. We talk, it's nice, it's the day after Valentine's Day, and the implication is clear: yesrerday he was watching her fuck her real husband wife on closed circuit camera, and it's none of my business, because she dumped me YEARS ago, technically. When she stopped playing Chess.
All this is great news for David. He feels like he might have lost his touch. He'll be fine. I cut my own cock off with a knife and shove it into a fire before getting it near her again, she's been doing techniques that she hasn't ever taguhgt me, never, I wish I knew how to do anyhting besides pack up and loeeave.
I don't even know what to write about. I'm not sad, I am glad I am not travellijng with them right now, as obviouslu they are both randy. I haven't wanted her mendacity in my ear since before she left. I told her she was ignoring me and would regret it and sehe was and she did. Then, I rewound time so she could get the experience she desired. It was very fair.
I have other things to do. Like explain this: these two didn't cheat on me or with me when they had sex, they were supposed to. I wasn't told they were going to lie about it, but: They're Jews. So, of course.
I told them the truth as much as possible, and they told eacch other wahtever they wanted. Fr4ankly its very romantic.
Also, we are all sick of hearing about their bullshit. And it is their bullshit. It's not my turn. And, I don't know where they are going. It's a security risk.
They're progbably going to take a hit. I think it's funny now--jokes about needles, that is--but at the time it was very much hurting myself. I think it's resolved now and I expect his millions of dollars and he tthounds of books go up in smoke.
I am way off on this but, good news, everyone! I don't have to get it right. THEY DID. bye!
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They are both Juden--and my friends. But to befriend The Jew, this is a dangerous thing--unless, you're a Exopolitical Diplomat with various proprietary techniques that I'll simply won't discuss at any great length right now.
Right now, they're both brain-shadowed car-crack-crash messes, not so much because of drug use--boy howdy--but largely because both of them forgot, as they explored their journey into mystery together, that this all started from a certain place, and it was meant to get there... and, it has.
I don't know if she's dead or alive, and that is for the best, because someone coerced her into sending me to prison, where I would be killed. (I have some enemies, okay? Don't call me fat.) Naturally this has been done several times before, not just to me, and it doesn't get presented it to her that way, right?
So, trust me, she had no idea that I was gonna politely decline, because no one gave me any money and even if they had, fuck your dirt, what a waste of time, oh, right, these are the tulpas--I'm braced on assignment, and D & A have known each other for many, many years, long before I got here.
I don't remember them from before they decided to run the jokhulhaups, but that's okay, I like remembering this life: the one where I took his Network, I absorbed her powers that she disqualified herself from (for one thing, she stopped playing chess, telling the truth, or remembering how many people she has been pairbonded to), and I really can't deal with their nonsense right now, "embarassment" is not the right excuse for avoiding conversation, nor is "no contact" order.
I have determined what the "Emergency" was, and it still is: someone fucked up big time, and it wasn't me, and as of today, I puzzled quite a few things out on my own. As opportunities are seized, they multiply. It's nuts right now. She is either enraged, embarassed, or happy: I don't care which, I don't care where, and I really in fact am happy that even the pet GPS tracker is offline, as my position here is totes compromised.
Like, F'real. So, they're taking care of things. It's no business of mine. I'm already set. I've been vetted. People knew. Other people were busily working to set me up the bomb and make me go away forevah, because, you know what? Jackstar is pretty annoying.
So, they were gonna try prison rape and see what happened. Shields, right? Heh heh. Okay, well, here's what happened:
Everything she had was stripped away and now she's back on project with David. She'll probably need a new identity--"David" isn't actually the "Rubini" that most of you are aware of, and at least one of them is this guy I've known for a couple years that she's been married to, or she's his seeing eye dog, or... look, its not complicated, it's the same thing every night, Pinky: They're ALL spooks.
Now, I don't care to be a spook, I love who I am, and while I did not recognize that I was diverting our paths through life, when I saw what was happening, I took steps to form Source energy into the future that I chose, the future that I wrote, because I love these people, but they're idiots.
David utterly fails to follow through on even one thing that he and I ever discuss. He just wants his wife back. (Please clap.) Apparently I wasn't supposed to have her on lockdown as long as I did, or more like, they didn't think it would take as long as it would to get to eat me.
Trust me, they're cannibals. Don't worry about it, it's all very civilized, if one doesnt' want to get eaten, simply get up from the table, hyoo-MON. And I have left the table at first meal, heh, I've been around 5 years, almost, and I was never invited to the table without a rictus of disgust that they thought I couldn't see.
Trust me, Showstoppers: I know your contempt of old. And now, ye know mine, because rather than get jammed up in the most obvious trap I've ever seen, I conveyed the impression that I was fed up and hard up and fiending up enough to be wiling to engage in what would otherwise be reasonable, but under the circumstances presented, a crime. I'd get 10 years. No doubt. Everyone would join in. It would be a gasser.
I wouldn't do such a thing usually but if it were appropriate to do so, but were I asked, I would have been happy to help supply and join the birthday party. Unfortunately I was not invited, and Grapefruit herself had already been trafficked months ago, because she no longer used me for security... or anything, because that's what trafficking is here. Takes over the brain. Wherever she is, when she thinks of me--and, she does not--unpleasant thoughts arise.
Such like:
"Well, he was right. Look where you are."
"Why did you think he was addicted to that?"
"Why did you think he was supposed to buy that for you?"
"Why did you think he was going to believe you wanted that?"
Because instead of coming home to a birthday party, had I come home the day before I did come back, it would have been a different scene entirely. I can't imagine what, because I've never been dosed with highly specialized Angel's Trumpet alkaloids, until then, and I was certainly willing to try it out, because I trust and love her, the guy who was running the op was obviously leading me to the gallow's pole, and it wasn't the first time, either.
I would never knowingly burn a guy, but this guy burned himself. Not impressed. I think he was sandbagging it to give me a chance to figure it out for myself, but yeah, I did that years ago. Now, coming up on my 5 year anniversary with the lady, I'd like to point out that the relationship has become untenable... because of the Klingons.
She's got lots of friends who miss her. Why don't they come visit? Oh, well, I turned the house into an alchemical graveyard and it's an adult house party now, not a house suitable for children. I don't want to drive 400 a week so the dopers up north can have worry-free daycare. It would be different if they drove to my place and didn't get all snooty, but the bottom line is, I would have loved to have been there with her, al lthe time, and had people come and go and visit us.
Problems with that include: all her friends think I am a cop who can't be trusted, and all my friends are dead, killed by her friends that are cops. Grapefruit can't be trusted right now by the likes of me. She lost her phone shielding quite a while back, and she lost her confidence in me when she realized that she could no longer just assume certain things.
She forgot to tell me that she decided to have sex with other people and not tell me about it, at all, to see what would happen. I guess. This was a long time ago. She got pissed at me for not stopping her from being assaulted and trafficked again, and I got pissed at her for running away with some other guy, blocking my number, claiming I was chemcially dependent, needed a counselor, hit her, choked her, and was trying to kill her. With Syphillis.
No, honey, that's (blank). I've been disgusted since she insulted my friend, made herself a lifelong enemy for no good reason, and then expressed amazement that violence and hostiltiy to my friends was out of place. Look, it's made sex awkward, okay? In that, I don't care if I have it ever again, with anyone, really, when I think about what she did to herself by running around with other people and not inviting me and failing to take care of what she had with me. Then when Klingons began to appear and... well anyway, I don't wanna get into it.
So I find myself being offered way too much of the wrong kind of thing from a guy with a known rep for needle drugs and showing people the way to prison, and as I'm getting the .mil thereapeutic dose, I'm like... "wow, this stuff is gonna be OK but it's got chemical markers in it that will activate specialness later tonight." Somehow I just knew.
Also, when I got the real thing once--ONCE--by serendipity, because it wasn't her holding out, it was the entire countryside: The Hungarian gets shit product. I had always suspected. I was right. People they always grabby. But it wasn't until I saw two different stashes, and one was WAY COOLER, I realized, oh right, she hasn't seen my do anything ijmpressive yet, and I am waiting for the house thing to do so.
I was supposed to go back to the house right away. I stay away for 28 hours. I have nothing for her, she thinks. Actually, I have saved her life, everyone's because instead of selling us down the river or to the woodchipper, I am told that she and her mother will be together, and I know she has friends, so I basically ignore her on my phone after I explain a few choice facts. I drive around, I text some people, I do research, I drive to her ex's place and ask for permission to teach him how to spell "legal emancipation"... in Minecraft. It's a good time.
I have no idea what she did on her birthday while I was gone, but I have an idea or two. #1) she and her real friends that really, really hate me (she had no idea, bless her) crafted a plan that would have killed us both (her real friends are not authentic on the phone) and one of the 2-3 gangs looking to steal the house.. and they have, it's beyond useless to me now. It's not officially gone, but it's going to be abandoned, as there's a seachange.
I'm going trucking. She's going (blanking) with (PROT). I don't know; I'll find out later. It's quite nice! Trust me, I"m not jealous, or envious, and this fine fellow has had to deal with me failing to utilize the situation correctly for about 9 months of a 5 year span.
Just imagine it. I've been fucking his wife, right in front of him, for five years. I guess he has more than wife. Wow, what's that like? Well, whatever, maybe he shouldn;'t have assigned her to me, it's not like I knew, and when I did, they had already been infected with I don't know what or care.
You know what? I'm not doing this. Shit happened, they;re going somewhere, I'm going the opposite direction, and I need a break from their pointless lack of a security system, and, she has to be whisked away to a new identity before something happens, I don't know what, but it's nothing to do with me.
Let's just say maybe she won't be testifying. It's fine. The plan was going to be that she went to jail while I was left in the house along on Christmas Ever with bitch lasagna all over.. that's why she made a mess, she thought I would be stuck with it and she would be flown out in a chopper.
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Instead, she was placed on house arrest, all her friends' phones went silent, she had no money, no allies, no prospects, just her and a cat in a house filled with pictures of my mother and memories of her arguing w-ith me about how stupid I was to be doing (blank).
I also, not on purpose, but yeah, zero meth and 63 fresh'n'clean syringes. I had bought them at the start of COVID. Just medical supplies. I didn't know she'd be locked into the place with no drugs or money or michael to blame cravings on. I wonder what happened? Don't care.
Oh, I take that back. I do care, and I know what happened: David had to come rescue her. (Hehe.) He said. WA State Order of Protection? Hold on.
She was surrounded by scumbags, and them and all her friends HATED me. So I end up in jail, ten weeks no contact order, yeah, trust me, there's nothing stopping David. Including me. Why would I stop him? Is she gonna ask for a raping again?
It's none of my business. OKay so get this though: they do this witthout tellign me, and they clearly are hoping to ensure that I get the message: Give up Jackstar. You're tired of Grapefruit. Yeah, no shit. I was stuck because someone elsse was tryning to steal the house. We both drifted apart to other worlds... and then, the split could occur.
There's this girl who is dead somewhere and I don't want to go there with Grapefruit, and she's off with David, and I cannot share my technology with them, and, they're Jews--imagine the tipping--and I couldn't be more happy with her finallly admitted to me what she should have told me in the first place. Turns out, she thought she had, and she hadn't, and for awhile now I've been watching her sneak around in plain sight, thinking that she is hiding anything, when the only thing hidden was David's existence, and I was the last one to know of him, probably. Certainly she knew him first. When she inissted that I introdcued him to her, I was tired.
My concerns over their trip never had anything to do with their sex, and I was never nervous or jealous of him. They're cute when they're not being stupid. No, the problem was that before they left (together, ALLHOSE), they lied to me and withheld information and advanced each other's causes at the expense of their own, because now I have no reason to discuss what they are missing with me.
I imagine Grapefruit looked for me in the house she was locked up in that I could not enter, for quite a while before coming to realize that I had, in fact, preferred jail on Christmas than to Christmas with her and a psyop team sending me to prison. If she had gone, she would have been tortured and killed and woken up with David. Since she stayed and I went to jail, she had to pass time in the house for... I dunno, ask them, anway, I made him come get his gal out of my house while I drove all over town, in and out of jail, exeprimenting with rare chemical combos and being a total badass, although when I demonstrated to the White Surpremacists that I was a) not addicted and b) impartial to opiates, my street cred dropped. Also they forgot to ask me to help banish their solvent demon problem, so I just left, they were scared and I was a stranger so I don't blame them but I like going where I am apprecaited.
I am not appreciated by Grapefruit now. She asked for things, and I basically ignored her and drove off incommunicado for a day, on her birthday, then came home and immeidately left in a body bag. Things were pretty fucked off after she abandoned me for another man again and didn't give a shit about what happend to me and did not explain that she needed to be told when she needed to GTFO you're gonna get so Anita.
With her stuck there, the mailbox began to flood with subpeonas, tickets, bank statements, warrants, summons, letters from the Prosecutor, and... I don't know. It's something though. I guess I'll find out, but her plan was to just cut and run, and her plan for me was to throw me in the ocean for the sharks.
Yep. That's what PTSD will do. It turns a person into a feral animal. And she surreounded herself with shitheads who do drugs incorrectly, tha's what she did, I'll have to go, I love you, but I have to go. You don't have to go, sure, stay in the house with the picture of my mother on the wall. Go ahead, be my guest, David has just as much right to be there as you, possibly more, beacuase at least he has not lied to me in thast weeek or so.
It was about five weeks until she relented and had someone send me a message: 'open relationship"
That was nice. Also a nice touch, the cat disappears off GPS tracking, then a coulple days later it's Valentine's Day, I go to fly my drone over the house, and my phone rings, which is rare, because EVERYONE believes the hype, OR, they know the truth: I'm too smart to let my house get stolen.
Oh, they tried. Not really very close. Although, I did steal David. I caused his life to bring him here, and please take hthem away. I can't be bothered .
Like on Valentine's Day. No whatever since Christmas, and then, the day after Valentine's Day, I don't hear from Grapefruit, I hear from David direct: "Hii?"
He sounds nervous. Adorable. He thinks of women in terms of possesion. It's temporary. He'll be respecting her 9in the back soon enough. We talk, it's nice, it's the day after Valentine's Day, and the implication is clear: yesrerday he was watching her fuck her real husband wife on closed circuit camera, and it's none of my business, because she dumped me YEARS ago, technically. When she stopped playing Chess.
All this is great news for David. He feels like he might have lost his touch. He'll be fine. I cut my own cock off with a knife and shove it into a fire before getting it near her again, she's been doing techniques that she hasn't ever taguhgt me, never, I wish I knew how to do anyhting besides pack up and loeeave.
I don't even know what to write about. I'm not sad, I am glad I am not travellijng with them right now, as obviouslu they are both randy. I haven't wanted her mendacity in my ear since before she left. I told her she was ignoring me and would regret it and sehe was and she did. Then, I rewound time so she could get the experience she desired. It was very fair.
I have other things to do. Like explain this: these two didn't cheat on me or with me when they had sex, they were supposed to. I wasn't told they were going to lie about it, but: They're Jews. So, of course.
I told them the truth as much as possible, and they told eacch other wahtever they wanted. Fr4ankly its very romantic.
Also, we are all sick of hearing about their bullshit. And it is their bullshit. It's not my turn. And, I don't know where they are going. It's a security risk.
They're progbably going to take a hit. I think it's funny now--jokes about needles, that is--but at the time it was very much hurting myself. I think it's resolved now and I expect his millions of dollars and he tthounds of books go up in smoke.
I am way off on this but, good news, everyone! I don't have to get it right. THEY DID. bye!
That's real nice,
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Carrie Anne!
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I hit SUBMIT knowing that my attorney would be advising me that it would be unwise to post his publically a mere 17 days before a trial. It's not that I don't care. It's that I already know I don't need to proofread.
She's running away with David; she's not coming back on Zoom. Why would she? She lost everything and everyone she had for a variety of reasons, but one of them is a common thread amongst her people, in that they have not liked how she was treating me, and yes, I'm sorry.
I should have arranged to let her have the DP. You know how I know she wanted it? Well, when the woman who screams at you to pass the goddam sugar honey molasses NOW AND WHERE"S THE SALT, BITCH mentions something with shame in her voice, and what's more, she doesn't mention it at all, her husband tells you about it, that's a clue.
I don't have time, though, and she was just being polite. She's not interested in looking into my eyes whether her husband's dick is in her rectum or not. She has a healing crisis, she did not do as she ought, and I told her, so, I must go heal now.
I'm tired. I hardly ever do anything. Except, figure things out. I wish that I had figured out things before now. I wonder what I've been doing?
Waiting for her to stop pretending she wasn't a needle junky, mostly. Also, waiting for her to combine the Sinclair Method with French absinthe.
She combined it with Clayton, and that made all the difference. They're like children. I love you, good night. You'll most likely have an Aunt in the morning.
Carrie Anne!
I could fuck your mother in the morning, but I am honestly going to ask her to get to know me first. Doesvedanya.
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I'm tellin' ya: he gets seriouser and seriouser, each time I talk to him. Did I link this place to him? I might have. Whatever. Of course he knows about this place, the flood of revelations that can be expected once the gates to knowledge bust open... thankfully, most of them have little to do with me.
And, just five minutes in Photoshop will change that. Fortunately, having posted video of The Dragonlord, and having rolled around town enough by now to make a distinct name for myself, it will probably be difficult to make a complete frame-up job stick.
This time. Another op's time will be made manifest. Why, after spending an inordinate amount of time to socially isolate a viable target, would any self-respecting strike/harvest team let that target get away? There is no loyalty in this area.
And, I'm a Sourceror. I'll be fine on some other plane of reality. Raise high the roof beams, Carpenters--all these boxes of falsified evidence will store a lot more efficiently if they're full and can squarely carry the weight distribution well. It's gonna take a mountain of paper to dig that mole out of the hill, get to work... oh, (PROT) recanted, and he settled down? Never mind then. Let them live in peace.
I'd show you the emails but I'm tired of the death threats the next day. They're subtle, too. (PROT) wants to throat fuck me to death. I guess the stick figure drawing of me is a well-known canard--it's funny, right? Hhaahah. It's funny because I totally deserve it! Hahha. Yeah. Because I totally raped someone else! Some woman said so! Is it on Tumblr? Let's assume so! Bastard!
I can't wait until my false tooth with breath poison is installed. Hopefully before the trial. Like in Dune, I'll just bite down and breath out, and the whole room will... oh, yeah, right. Court is digital now. I'll just be breathing on myself.
I cannot even begin to tell you how much no one is going to appreciate my testimony. The narrative sounds like total lunacy. This is, of course, why Controllers set it up that way: so it would be difficult to defend against. "Mr. Kuczi, is there anyone you know of who has ever seen (PROT) unsheathe a blade and menace you with it?"
Slow blinking. "Dude. You know I don't have any friends, right? Oh, right, of course you do. You're asking the question to demoralize me. Cute."
Lots of attention paid to causes. Why this. What about that. I don't know why he bothers, he knows exactly what happened. He asks for Niggerlord's phone number, he probably has it on speed dial. He can't admit that everyone involved is a spook except me--that would be removing plausible deniability from the environment. That simply cannot be done.
It would be a shame to waste all the evidence that has already been falsified. And what has been going on for the last two months, well, I have no idea, but it's definitely not being brought up to concern about whether I have anything in my life left behind that's timely. "Go away," "stop talking about," "stop thinking about," okay, get this, I'm out on bond, I have to go to an actual trial, and I get, get this: "stop thinking about her."
Who said I was? I was thinking more about brut, by Faberge. Oh, and, it's not as though I should have any right to complain about a slander strike, I get those all the time anyway, I should be used to it by now. Really, I am just causing trouble, how dare I bring up the subject of the contents of a house that I spent 7 months moving 200 miles south. Yeah, I should just forget about those items, too.
I found a ring today. It was in my truck. Looks like some kind of tool component, but it happens to be smooth and sized well enough to fit on my smallest finger. It is the first ring I have worn on any of my fingers in 3 months. I had a carved marble box with a lid with two little birdies on it. I used to put my rings in it when I was switching them around.
No one could ever prove there was ever anything in it, and so... it might as well never have even existed.
Re: Just got off the phone with Jack, and...
Imagine the desperation, that this is borne out of. It comes from months and years of studying my circumstance and my production of writing craft, and yet not understanding a single thing about my character, my personage, and my philosophy. Well, that serves you right. Especially if you "get on the phone" with me and then don't ask the most meaningful questions possible.
This happened the other night, when someone finally asked me, "why were you going to that location like that?" and the answer is, "I saved the one friend that might scare you as much as you scared all my other friends off for last," and "Do you know anyone who has ever seen that happen to you?" and I then explained in rousing detail the way I had immediately gone out into public in a big, bold way, to spread the tale of how I had just gotten a knife pulled on me in a car.
The reason why is that I was not going to report this to the police, but I did want the greater neighborhood at large to know the context, just in case the time that I knew would be upcoming--The Disarmament--might trigger even more rumours upon rumours. Wheels within wheels.
No one knows what I experienced, right before me, with no context for understanding. It was annoying. So after asking repeatedly, and never getting any reasonable answer, I wonder how long it is gonna take before someone remarks that if I had been lied to for 4 years... why bother asking me any questions at all? Isn't that something that has been established as something that just isn't done?
The final straw is getting 3 comm contacts from, relatively speaking, out of the blue, all on the same day. Trust me, when no one talks to you, period, it's notable when multiple requests for information come on the same day. Like, I'm just popular that day, I guess. One guy looked real shame-faced. It's ostensibly a friendly thing, but he's got a job to do, goddam it--and my answers have meaning.
If only the questions did. How much money do you get? How do you live on that? Who owns this? Who owns that? Groan. So tedious.
How well do you sleep at night? What do you dream about? Do you have any enemies? These are not the questions that The_Man wants to hear. The_ Man wishes to know about weaknesses to exploit. Because, he's gonna.
And so...this tells me that The_Man is scared. Oh, Azzerae and David are burying their own hatchets, how lovely! That will make it a more charming waltz when they are working together in the future. On... you know, getting at the truth and shit.
They're just gonna get her out of the way and then pay 6 bums to vote Guilty on some other manufactured stageplay. Or is it 12? Either way, it'll come to pass. There's no reason not to. It is not like I have anything useful to do, obviously, and even if I did, I would just procrastinate.
Next time I am gaslit every goddam day for four fucking years I am sure to be much more encouraged and motivated. Who wouldn't be? I should count myself lucky that you pay me any attention at all.
Although.. there is certainly plenty of attention paid to my character assassination over on the other EgoGab. "Hi, I am one guy, and I am going to apologize to you, other guy, and we've been--ooooh--feuding, but let's talk now, and I'll mention, this is Jack's idea, but Jack shouldn't be there, oh and here's this video, too, looks familiar too. And, look, there's Jack's name right on it."
Now that I am completely informed as to the nature of this power structure--the three of them were all aligned like a phalanx at me the entire time, duh, they don't "fight," they have differences of opinion in how to proceed, sure, but the target has been never changing.
Get everything that can be gotten, waste my time, make sure nothing useful gets accomplished, and crush his lungs after a spray of fentanyl in the nose. It reduces breathing capacity. Like judges threatening to expose new charges while in court. Or military personnel suddenly showing up and being ready to dive right in... after there's enough juice, freshly squeezed.
It is all so stupid. I -literally- saw this all in the first minute. Oh, you're both named "ALL" and it'll be easy to swap one for the other in both a transcript as well as audio records. I saw one generate exaggerated evidence and send it because, "I was scared," no, bullshit, you were angry. Meanwhile the other, lurks in the shadows, he talks to them all the time, duh, they're a force to be reckoned with, they've worked together for years, now they are open and united in one common purpose:
Question Jackstar on where his money comes from, who owns his mommy's lawyer, and where are you going to get a job, baldy? I am actually serious. He's ready to go. And, Jack, why won't you embrace the magic of psych meds? You obviously have troubles. You seem sad to learn that the last five years has been lived under a misapprehension of facts, and let's not recognize how that happened: let's focus instead on what a good idea it would be to chemically castrate.
Well, that's not a nebulizer, but it's close. I have an idea too: YOU BOTH KNEW HER STATUS. I DID NOT, AND YOU BOTH FUCKING KNEW THAT TOO.
And, you're innocent. But I'm losing my grip, in your view, and you're ready to help! Just admit that you're having trouble with your drugs, and... oh, look, here's this video.
Oh, sure, I remember that one. I deliberately was not involved, as no one asked my help, no one told me what they were doing, and after getting attacked by a microphone stand and cowering in a motel bathroom, I was content to receive the message: butt out.
"Mr. Kuczi, has anyone ever seen you attacked with a microphone stand?" Massive rolleyes. Tell you what, I'm going to to go with, "No." But as you may have guessed, I totally deserved it. Because I was asking too many pointed questions.
On the bright side, I did indeed figure things out. I guess it was important that I not be told the truth, though. I mean, if I had known the motivation, I might have wanted to join along, eh? Well, whatever. That was not meant to be.
So let me ask you something. If I am not on the same level, at the same party, or in the same boat as the people pumping me for information (I AM NOT PUMPING YOU), what exactly is MY motivation for continuing the flow of information? Why do I bother answering questions, when mine are not answered back?
Well, I'll tell you, right after I wonder, yet again, what it would have been like if I had not brought my own honeypot to the table. A lot more lonely, that's for sure.
Because if I had brought my own, that one, that one would have been killed permanently. Oh, you know it. This one, their one, they like. They bring it around town. They show it off. They make it dance. They consider it a personal sacrifice that it took so long to get Jackstar to move.
Jesus, just get a room. What the fuck? Oh, right, who will scapegoat? Well, here's a hunch: I am a bad choice for that. I am ready. I am prepared. I am practically trussed. And so... what, all this for one guy? Huh. Wow, he must be really popular in certain circles.
... aaaaand, crickets. Hey, look at all these text messages he sent to all these people who never replied. Huh. Is that code?
No, it's just boredom because when the impossible is eliminated from consideration, all that remains, however improbable, must be something else he secretly wants to shove up his ass. At least, that's how they see it.
This has been a test of the EMERGENCY no bullshit system. This really has only been a test. If this were an actual emergency, like, say, I was going to start spilling evidence or telling actionable tales, I probably would have picked another thread, but I'm okay with this one. It doesn't need to be promoted. It doesn't need to be active. Just that I have put this here at all, and not other things, shall speak volumes.
They were all operating under Authority to try to bust me, since I was deemed "hazardous/suspicious" due to my odd profile, strange access to open internet nodes, and generalized "easy pickin's" vibe. Fast forward to now: well, I do seem like a nice guy, but... hey, where do you get money? That's not very much to live on. What do you think being openly lied to and about for five years has done to your appreciation of society?
Oh, just kidding, I don't expect to be asked that. If so, I will tell the truth: it's brought me to the realization that I should drop guard and spill the beans on everything, and, oh wait, I totally was, the whole time.
Simply because I was called a liar doesn't make me one, and calling myself a Sourceror doesn't make me one either. What made me do that was waking up one day and recognizing that I needed a way to keep up with literally all the people standing shoulder-to-shoulder to keep my progress from advancing. I forget where I was gonna go before, but believe me, I'm going slower now.
I can just see it now. "Mr. Kuczi, are you using (NOUN_ANYTHING_WE_CAN_BUST_YOU_FOR?"
"No... I am using dramatic pause."
There is so much face to be lost here. Look at how much in resources has been used just to get here. SIX years after my mother's death, I finally get out--oh, no, by all means, you first--and within weeks I am already on the chopping block. These people don't waste any time! And this had be done, and the money was tight, and before that, the alcoholic with the job and the heavy usage profile had to be enabled for awhile.
For me? No nebulizer. I suppose it makes sense. Why would I need anything? Obviously, I have it all.
I've got it Maid. You go, Girl. Knock 'em dead, Kid.
Ask yourselves... really, all this, why? Heh heh. I know... and none of them left behind, still do. Oh, mindwipes all around, huh? That must make looking at today's gas prices really exciting. And in the meantime, there is war in Mother Russia.
And you... you people, you don't even know who you're rooting for. So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlors...
Wake me when she's stopped making them bleed. Bored now. What do you want from me? More voicemails? Yeah, right, see, I don't have to do that as a final smoking blow... I can actually write things for myself.
And that has made all the difference. Holy fuck, look at all the Cease & Desist. Who does this? "Stop! Stop! Stop talking!!!" I mean... buh?
What would you like to discuss exactly? Is this your idea and interest or were you pushed into these last couple of random invites?
I always mention it as a joke because I know you listen live, David. He knows I know you're listening. You don't know that I know you are listening live, because you don't want to believe that either you are that transparent or that I am that insightful.
Listen, Fuck-O. I literally never heard of you before your all caps spam feelers came out, and I could tell she loved you immediately because she rarely gave a shit about anything I paid attention to and she was lying about her lack of knowledge with the same tells as her mother. "What? What's that? What?" And I knew that something had to give, what with the COVID-19 and the blah-blah and the screaming about the needles. Like, Jesus, what? What the fuck? Why is this such a big deal? Oh, I know why now.
It's because bacon won't fit. Not allowed. Sorry, not for you. Unless... well, I don't know, I never read the instruction manual. But I sure did know that there's regulations for things, and just like medical marijuana, if you have a script, you don't pay tax, if you would like to carry a gun, you don't have a medical marijuna script, and if you're a (BLANK) Agent, you dont' get to do (BLANK). Basically period. That's why that guy did it in front of me, real obvious-like, as he couldn't figure out any reason I would be there, being what appeared to be an asshole for no reason, like, what the fuck, what was I even doing there?
Oh, well, someone told me to go look, and I didn't want her to have any (YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG, DUMBASS) and I could always use a few pointers on making friends... so I went to the worst possible place and made a huge ass out of myself and caused a big ruckus and learned a few things I could not ask about any other way.
And I absolutely did not care or have difficulty resisting. Thus demonstrating mastery. It really isn't that hard for me. But then again, I never had to wait for someone to be absent so I could drown my arm in bleach. Yeah, I bet that was a freaky time. I wonder why that experience were brought?
And... what experiences were brought to myself, and who were to have been the chooser of those experiences? Look to that list, and answers will be found.
But truth be told, I don't really give a fuck about any of these results anyway. It is out of my hands. The fallout has reached nearly maximum coverage. I need a blood test, I need a sippy cup, I need a mobile place to sleep, I have no reason to be amongst you now: I have taught you all that I ought of what I can.
YOU HAVE MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING.
NOTH--OW. OW! HEY! DID YOU JUST KICK ME IN THE DICK ON PURPOSE? WHAT? I FUCKING SAW YOUR EYES, YOU LOOKED HAPPY ABOUT IT. UH-HUH.
LISTEN UP YOU PRIMITIVE SCREWHEADS, AND LISTEN GOOD. I HAVE IT ALL.
I DO. VOICEMAILS, EMAILS, POSTING HISTORY, IT'S PLENTY. IT'S ME. SO SETTLE DOWN.
BECAUSE IF I WANTED TO EXPOSE IT, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ALREADY. LOOK AT YOU, TRIUMVIRATE. PANTING AND SWEATING AS YOU SOW THE BREADCRUMBS OF DUPLICITOUS DEFAMATION AND LARCENOUS COCK-BACK BITING. WHY TALK ABOUT THIS AT ALL? OH, RIGHT, THE WRITING IS ON THE WALL, AND THE NEXT WAVE OF DEFENSE AGAINST THE TRUTH IS CALLED FOR.
"WE'RE FINE! IT'S JACKSTAR! JACKSTAR IS THE LOONY ONE! SHE IS LOONY! WE'RE SANE! GRRRAAHHH!"
YOU KNOW, I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW TO FIND THAT EMAIL THAT I WROTE HER. BECAUSE AS FAR AS I KNOW, SHE NEVER READ ANY OF MY EMAILS, AND THAT'S WHY I TEXTFLOODED EVERYONE ELSES' SMS... I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD READ THEM TO HER.
AND THEN WHEN THE DOWNLOAD WAS FLED FROM, I GET IT. RIGHT, RIGHT, DEFENSE AGAINST ALIEN INVASION, THEY'RE PARANOID AND DELUSIONAL AND THEY THINK I AM ON TO THEM (YEP) AND BELIEVE I AM HOSTILE (NOPE) AND ARE BOTH FUCKING MK-ULTRA VICTIMS (ALL THREE OF THEM ARE BEYOND PUSHOVERS IF I WISH TO DEBASE MYSELF TO GHETTO RULE BY FEAR TACTICS) AND THEY DON'T WANT ME TO BE WITH THEM--THEY WANT TO BE WITH EVERYONE ELSE. THEY'RE SCARED AND LONELY AND THEY NEED TO... REFRESH.
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. THE MOST CALM, RATIONAL, AND ENTHUSIASTIC I'VE EVER BEEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE, AND THEY'RE RUNNING AROUND LIKE IT'S GODDAM CHICKEN LITTLE. WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? OH, MYSTERIOUSLY YOUR SCHEDULE ROUTING IS CHANGING? THAT'S STRANGE. OH, YOU'RE TRYING TO GET A GPS LOCK? DOESN'T WORK? HUH, WIERD. I WONDER WHAT THAT MIGHT BE COMING FROM. WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY? WHY ARE YOU EVEN GOING AT ALL? OH, "GOOGLE ANALYTICS." HE SAYS. WELL, I'M NOT DOING THAT, SO SOMEONE ELSE MUST BE, AND SHE TURNED OFF HER PROTECTION GRID, AND NOW SHE'S BEING BLACKMAILED INTO LEAVING, AND SHE DOESN'T WANT ME TO FIGURE THAT OUT, AND HE'S SO SPUN, HE DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE, HE'S FAILING HIS Q TEST, RIGHT NOW. NICE VOICEPRINT MATCH, PARD. NICE VIEW ON THE SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS. NICE TIMESLICE OF YOU EXHORTING HER TO LEAVE AGAINST MY WISHES. I WISH SHE WOULDN'T GO, BUT IF SHE THINKS SHE GOTTA... WELL, C'EST LA VIE!!!
SOUNDS LIKE A SCRIPT? WOW. HE'S HANGING UP. ON HER. LEAVING HER WITH ME. BECAUSE HE WAS SCARED I MIGHT... WAIT, WHAT?
AND THEN YOU WENT... WHERE? NOT MY BUSINESS.
AND THEN YOU WENT... WHEN? NOT MY BUSINESS.
AND THEN YOU SENT A MESSAGE? OH DID YOU? WELL THAT TOOK SOME TIME. HERE, LET ME REPLY WITH THE OPPOSITE OF HOW I REALLY FEEL, BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW HOW I REALLY FEEL, AND I KNOW--I KNOW--THIS IS NOT THE REAL PERSON ANYWAY.
BECAUSE THERE WAS NO REAL PERSON.
SHE HAD ALREADY GONE.
AND I AM SURE GOOD TIMES WERE HAD BY ALL.
AND I STILL DO NOT KNOW. I DO NOT NEED TO KNOW. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE IT WAS A SHIT SHOW, BECAUSE SOMEONE TOLD ME THEY WERE GOING TO TRAIN HER, AND SOMEONE TOLD ME THEY HAD NO CHOICE, AND SOMEONE ELSE, HAD A DOWNLOAD TO SHARE. WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY? WHAT IS THE PROBLEM NOW? IS THERE A SUDDEN INCREASE IN THE AVAILABILITY OF FEAR-BASED GUIDANCE?
I WILL HONESTLY NEVER KNOW, BUT I KNOW THAT I AM JUST NOW, JUST LIKE I WAS THEN--MILDLY BEMUSED AT HOW DESEPERATELY IMPORTANT IT IS THAT THE NARRATIVE THREAD APPEAR TO BE--AT LEAST PLAUSIBLY--ATTACHED TO ME AS THE SOURCE.
WHEN YOUR ONLY TOOL IS DEFAMATION, ALL YOUR PROBLEMS LOOK LIKE THE EGO.
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WASTE ALL THIS TIME ON THIS, YOU KNOW. HEY, DEA? FUCK YOU. GET BENT, THIS WHOLE PROEJCT IS UNDER AEGIS--YOU AREN'T BUSTING ME, JUST FUCK OFF--AND THESE THREE WERE ALL THUGS ANYWAY, AND ON TOP OF THAT, GET THIS--THEY WERE ALL NEEDING TO IMPRESS OTHER FIGURES. DID THEY ACTUALLY DO IT? WELL, WHO CARES? SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS FOR?
YOU'RE GOING TO THREATEN TO SEIZE WHEN SHE ALREADY SEIZED IT BY SEEKING TO PICK ONE I NEVER SAW, AND THEN, THE NEXT ONE THEY SHOWED ME WAS "PERFECT"? MY WHOLE GODDAM LIFE HAS BEEN SEIZED, MIGHTY BUTLER. HOW ABOUT YOU SCARE A LITTLE LESS? HONESTLY, I STILL REMEMBER AFTER I STOLE YOUR TRUCK... DAMN, YOU SEEMED UPSET. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? WORKERS ON THE FERRY SEEMED HAPPY TO SEE YOUR TRUCK--THEN STARTLED AND ALARMED THAT I WAS THE ONE DRIVING IT.
BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, BECAUSE I'M PRETTY GAY. I COULD NOT BE TRUSTED TO DRIVE A TRUCK LIKE THAT. I MIGHT FLY OFF WITH IT.
THEN I COME BACK AND IT'S OOOOOOOH. I'M IN TROUBLE... OH NOOOOOOES... JESUS CHRIST. AND IT WAS THEN, TOO.
IF YOU PUNYLINGS ONLY KNEW WHAT YOU LOOKED LIKE FROM THE OUTSIDE. HONESTLY, IT'S A SIGHT.
NOW, WELL IS GOOD THEN. I THINK THIS IS SUFFICIENT FOR YOUR PURPOSES. HONESTLY I COULD SIT HERE FOR HOURS, ESPECIALLY IF QUESTIONS WERE ALOUD, BUT THAT WOULD BE TOO GOOD FOR THE LIKES OF YOU, PUNYLINGS. HO HO HO.
TIME OF WAR. FOG OF WAR. LOVE OF WAR. DAWN OF WAR. ALLY OF WAR.
SOMETHING ELSE, YEAH, WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK THE QUINCUNX, WHAT DO YOU SAY? IT'S TOO MUCH EFFORT. GO ON BACK TO YOUR SWIMMING POOLS, YOUR KARAOKE MACHINES, YOUR MASSAGE PARLORS...
YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO BE CLOSER TO THEM. PACK A LUNCH. HAVE A SEAT. I DON'T CARE.
HI KEITH!
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He was decidedly upset.
I was playing.
He yelled at me and accused me of "manipulating" audio that I had forwarded to him in good faith.
No, I did not.
Very hostile and heated vibe from his end, while I had to laugh.
Oh we were both laughing, and the notion that he took me seriously seems quite peculiar to me. Like what's even less likely is that you're all taking him seriously here. This must be in code.
I can't grasp what it is that is so serious about all this shit.
Oh yeah, they're not telling him anything about what's really going on here. I wonder if she tells him? He's smart; he's not passing messages between us, and he's not talking to me much, which means he's talking to her.
What a delight.
Apparently I "agreed" to record all communications between he and I, and "package it for" an "audience."
No, but he did have multiple opportunities to do something of any usefulness; and he didn't do anything, let alone anything I suggested but he didn do other things including talk to people.
About me. Without me. Well that sounds nice. Doesn't that sound nice?
I never agreed to anything, and I use audio that I want to use when I make my podcast. I don't have anyone over me laying down edicts or guiding the direction of the show.
I didn't mean to suggest that he did, but I also did suggest to him that he took advantage of the opportunity that I had afforded him. He did not, and did something else instead.
The last time I'll ever budge on revising artwork of an offensive nature will be the artwork I re-did that featured the baby Jesus as a piece of shit. That was for Starr, but I'll never do anything like that again, because compromise is just not good bedfellows with creativity.
Yeah I don't think you should have done that either, but that wasn't anything I had anything to do with.
Jackstar, I never agreed to anything, and I could hold tons of stuff you've done against you such as talking shit about me behind my back to David Rubini, but I let that slide.
Well that's strange cuz I never actually did talk shit about you to david, I made statements that were then played for you and rather than believe that I made those statements knowing that you would be hearing them later you chose to imagine that I was having a private conversation with a guy who was recorded every conversation he's ever had since he's crawled out of the womb. Get serious with your faux pearl clutching. Pfft.
You obviously have a mental disorder and very severe moodswings that are beyond control.
Well you're obviously a cantaloupe. Hey, check the time stamps on this post, was this posted while he was under the grips of his opiate relapse? I don't know much about that, but he did just mention out his podcast that that was a case and now he's in recovery from it and if he was whacked out on pills that would certainly explain why you thought that it was a great idea to irritate me and talk to who's her nuts without any kind of oversight.
Instead of saying that Alli should seek out therapy, perhaps you should seek psychiatric help yourself.
I'm actually I did both and currently waiting on my lawyer to tell me what kind of thing I was supposed to do that would assuage any kind of requirements that the court has and apparently they don't have any. And well I'd love to go to a therapy with grapefruit, that'd be a little difficult to do right away just because the first thing I want to do is go to all the therapists that we went to before that she lied to and then asked the therapist how to stop lying about how much I want to laugh about her, cuz I do I want to laugh my ass off.
I don't think that would help anybody.
All the hostility is unnecessary and you are exhibiting what looks like one of many persecutory delusions.
Well that's just because you feel guilty and don't know what I'm actually feeling because you're not bothering to ask and you destroyed all your senses of empathy by taking these psychiatric medications. I'm not being hostile, I'm just pointing out stupid things that people have done. If I had forced people to do stupid things against their will that would be different but I have not
I will not ever sit around and tape your every word and publish it as podcasts solely because you wish me to do so at this moment in time.
Yeah I really didn't think you should do that, and that wasn't what I asked.
Tomorrow you'll wake up and either act like you never said what you said or you'll just pretend it never happened.
No at a time of my choosing which is now, I went back in time and brought this post up and then analyzed it frame by frame to describe exactly why I thought you were full of shit cuz I thought that there was no point in explaining that to you why you were high on dope motherfucker
I'm not going to disconnect from you or ignore you, but I will call you on your bullshit out here in the open because you're clearly a very disturbed and unwell man.
I had someone lie to the police to get me taken from my home and thrown into jail on Christmas Eve at the same time somehow one of my YouTube accounts was taken down for reasons unclear without warning or ability to appeal and the woman who called the police and lied to them about my behavior still hasn't written any kind of note of apology or demand for behavior checking other than... "Go away." Yeah that sounds healthy. That sounds so healthy I don't even need to format or proofread this post
I don't know where you get off thinking you can tell me what to do. Nobody tells me what to do, ever. I've never been an underling. I've always had 100% control of my decisions and thats not about to change.
Maybe all the drug abuse has got you bitter and twisted. I remember waking up not knowing what I said or did the night before, the empty wallet, and the pain I was trying to mask with the use of alcohol and other substances.
Hopefully you can get the help that you need. But in the meantime, I'm here to tell you you are incapable of playing me like a sucker. Ever.
Your tired old gaslighter routine flopped, and I'm wise to your styles. You tried to trip me up and get me to answer your inane, meaningless "questions" that are really non-sequitors and I laughed in your face.
Call me back when you're no longer on the rag and we can have an honest, direct discussion like men (if you're even capable of that at this point).
Get help. You are a sad clown, and everyone's laughing at you. Not just me.
Oh, oh goodness you're laughing at me, oh what is that the first time, am I crush now, are you laughing about me with my erstwild whatever she was?
Dude I think you didn't understand something: I brought her to Bellgab to see what she would do to you all, and the notion she was dumb enough to fall for any of your bullshit never crossed my mind, thanks for doing me a favor.
Now this is not an attempt to contact her, it's merely my statements of fact, I got six more weeks of this bullshit to do and getting more fun by the minute do I get a C&D yet am I going to get a restraining order haven't been going to get somebody to tell me to stop talking like what's wrong?
My personal milestone goal is that somebody sends you nude photos to bribe you to take down individual posts but I don't think that's going to happen this time. I don't think anything is going to happen this time.
I've moved on, why can't you all? Oh, right somebody needs a scapegoat. well good luck.
p.s.: I can't bring myself to format this or proofread or anything. I'm not going to lie about this: these were not your finest moments, but they may well have been mine.
Yule sea.
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Hey, OG-Twit! Is that your handle or what you're smoking?
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Hey, OG-Twit! Is that your handle or what you're smoking?
I'm working on a co-branding deal with Twitter. I don't really know how this works--I'm kinda new around here, and obviously, I am a profoundly imbecilic man of exceptionally low insight and utterly daft character. No one seems to have picked up my 'just another friendly Discordian' brand--I'll be honest, I hardly kept up on it over the years--and it would seem to me quite evident, by this point, that anyone who does remember those halcyon days of yore are decidedly disinterested in either admitting their identities to me, or even acknowledging that period of history even existed.
I don't blame them. I kinda ended up lighting them all up, not all by my lonesome crafting hands, but being left behind when the reprobates scatter to stand alone and practice my narrow toolbox of contrite expressions hasn't been part of my brand, it's been a survivor's lifestyle choice. ("Yeah, uh... you see all those people who ran? They stood next to me because they know I won't.") It's what I do. It might be -all- I ever do again now, for all I know. I can feel them out there making their moves, you dig? I have sent two emails to four lawyers and a Sheriff today, and you know what I got back? Fuckin' bupkis.
So I figured if I put that as my name, they'd take me as a #Legacy. I think they have to. I think it's in the rules.
I don't have anything to smoke right now, so... oh, wait, I mean... well, yeah, I have shitloads of weed. *A tiny party horn is heard in the background--it wants to be a kazoo so bad, and just can't do it.* But, yes, I did imagine that someone would assume that it was something to do with cannabis, I can't actually remember what the fuck "OG" stands for or means, because I don't give a shit about strains and terpenes... I just wanted a goddam bag of weed that I don't have to drive 200 fucking miles and wait in a parking lot for 3 hours in order to be allowed to acquire.
They sell it in jars now. Wow! Actual glass bottles. What a country! Why didn't the thieves and reprobates that lorded over the supply like tiny, ruthless tyrants ever think of that? Oh, right--thieves.
I'll be honest: I bet I'm marked for death. Right fuckin' now. Hot damn, I've finally made it. The big time. If only my kazoo wasn't RFID-tagged already.
I'm gonna assume this answered your question. But the bottom line is this: I like using different avatars, and with multiple accounts on the forum, I can finally express myself with the kind of... oh fuck it.
I just used them to triangulate you.
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I'm working on a co-branding deal with Twitter. I don't really know how this works--I'm kinda new around here, and obviously, I am a profoundly imbecilic man of exceptionally low insight and utterly daft character. No one seems to have picked up my 'just another friendly Discordian' brand--I'll be honest, I hardly kept up on it over the years--and it would seem to me quite evident, by this point, that anyone who does remember those halcyon days of yore are decidedly disinterested in either admitting their identities to me, or even acknowledging that period of history even existed.
I don't blame them. I kinda ended up lighting them all up, not all by my lonesome crafting hands, but being left behind when the reprobates scatter to stand alone and practice my narrow toolbox of contrite expressions hasn't been part of my brand, it's been a survivor's lifestyle choice. ("Yeah, uh... you see all those people who ran? They stood next to me because they know I won't.") It's what I do. It might be -all- I ever do again now, for all I know. I can feel them out there making their moves, you dig? I have sent two emails to four lawyers and a Sheriff today, and you know what I got back? Fuckin' bupkis.
So I figured if I put that as my name, they'd take me as a #Legacy. I think they have to. I think it's in the rules.
I don't have anything to smoke right now, so... oh, wait, I mean... well, yeah, I have shitloads of weed. *A tiny party horn is heard in the background--it wants to be a kazoo so bad, and just can't do it.* But, yes, I did imagine that someone would assume that it was something to do with cannabis, I can't actually remember what the fuck "OG" stands for or means, because I don't give a shit about strains and terpenes... I just wanted a goddam bag of weed that I don't have to drive 200 fucking miles and wait in a parking lot for 3 hours in order to be allowed to acquire.
They sell it in jars now. Wow! Actual glass bottles. What a country! Why didn't the thieves and reprobates that lorded over the supply like tiny, ruthless tyrants ever think of that? Oh, right--thieves.
I'll be honest: I bet I'm marked for death. Right fuckin' now. Hot damn, I've finally made it. The big time. If only my kazoo wasn't RFID-tagged already.
I'm gonna assume this answered your question. But the bottom line is this: I like using different avatars, and with multiple accounts on the forum, I can finally express myself with the kind of... oh fuck it.
I just used them to triangulate you.
It’ll never work. I’ve got a square peg jammed in a round hole. There’s no room for your triangle now. :P
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There’s no room for your triangle now. :P
I am not arguing that with you. I don't need room: I have space.
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I am not arguing that with you. I don't need room: I have space.
A distinction without a difference.
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A distinction without a difference.
As long as it's also without a sheet pan and an unsheathed blade, I'm counting it mega.
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I talked with him today--both ways--and this cut right into my plans to record more of myself babbling on like an idiot and applying for food stamps. Truth be told, I am not really all that hungry, but I am still trying to fit in around here, and as long as I am steadily lobotomizing myself, I figure I might as well sell it to the hilt.
He tells me there are more of his extra-juicy content drops yet to come. I, of course, told him to let it rip, good luck, we're all counting on him. After due consideration--which is ongoing--I'll have to figure out a way to address this relentless rain of cloudy meatballs that I can imagine myself looking back on in 15-20 years in a way that doesn't make my vision dim.
Also, I don't want to give anyone a stroke. "Uh, sorry about your daughter... I guess, well... she 'couldn't handle the truth,' eh? Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, wait, she wasn't a Marine, so that's not as funny. Wait, what? She was? Fuck, man, whatever."
He was decidedly upset.
I'm just big-boned.
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https://youtu.be/S_hyrCs97SA
This hit piece gets more and more saucier the more I listen to it. This is quality tradecraft. Time was, a man would have to be lined up by Stasi operatives for decades to build a sufficiently detailed profile on them to give them the shaft this hard; now, thanks to the power of Google Analytics, this same s*** can be rolled out onto anybody. Anybody at all. Just get on Mister Big’s shitlist and you're up the creek without a paddle, Buddy. Believe it. They did it to Julian. They did it to Jackstar.
It's arguable which of us was the alpha & which was the beta. Don't worry -or- panic, I left you all some backdoors to exploit.
The backdoor never has a welcome mat. By the way, the witch stole my welcome mats–both of them–and a statue of The Buddha. Who f****** does that s***? Jesus.
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Dear Bee ✔ C.
Leave. HIDE! 🏃♂️🏃♀️ RUN!
ALABAMA 👶 BABY!
Or is it underground 🚇 or is it 🤔...
✍ NEBRASKA ?✍
https://youtu.be/DX42_3ZKv8c
Harper Valley PP [BLOCKED FROM 🚫😳 U]
https://youtu.be/pk-W_i7Z59I
AllicatSunshine and Domination
"us"
WEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D
We are in love.
Thank 😇 me!
You're gonna be bustin' 🪨 rocks in no time.
Relax.
Smile.
You are VERY sleepy ...
5.0
ZZZZzzzzzZzzzZzzzz
Sweet Dreams Mr. Bubbles 🍾😴✨😘
You✍ are busted Mr. & Mrs. Ben Buttons
Pasta LA Vista!
💋
-The Juden
#OFFICIAL
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Dear Bee ✔ C.
Leave. HIDE! 🏃♂️🏃♀️ RUN!
AllicatSunshine and Domination
"us"
WEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D
(https://i.imgflip.com/6czt6l.jpg)
We are in love.
Thank 😇 me!
Well, I certainly fuckin' hope so, Loser(s). Rub her feet. I am tired of deleting my voicemails.
p.s.: Kill the dog's bitch.
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p.s.: Kill the dog's bitch.
Again. Like I give a fuck? You told everyone I was a bitch, so... I BECAME WON.
p.s.: BEYOND (BLANKED).
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Well, I certainly fuckin' hope so, Loser(s). Rub her feet. I am tired of deleting my voicemails.
p.s.: Kill the dog's bitch.
Rubbin her FEETS..
Deanna! Not now DAISY! OK ok NOW!
I ❤ rub ...
https://youtu.be/yhENTcsGYNI
RUB RUB ! She lovin' Rub'in ❤ RubiniGab.com
#judenPower
www.Rubinigab.com (http://www.Rubinigab.com)
HEY U Jagwagonz and Old Farty JoyZ FatazzHags...
ALL u azzfagz Ain't nothing like the REAL thang baby 👶!
The REAL THANG!
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THE ALLICAT AND DOMINATION NETWORK
COMING ❤ APRIL 23rd 2022 (MINUS JACK theHACK)
P..M.S. OH DAISY.... my baby.. ouch.. lick it!
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She lovin' Rub'in ❤ RubiniGab.com
Eewww, gross.
Ain't nothing like the REAL thang baby 👶!
You sure got that right.
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I feel good about this. She was always too dumb for Jack but she’s just right for you, Rubini. ;)
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Eewww, gross.
You sure got that right.
Get a pedi MANY
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I feel good about this. She was always too dumb for Jack but she’s just right for you, Rubini. ;)
Charlie! Back to bed, boy!
Groyper... tell your 12 yr old son Coop to go the Scott's
Sick of raising your smelly kids that look just like u and Uncle Manson...
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Get a pedi MANY
I'm saving myself for The Rapture. Go back to licking shit off of impressive--most impressive--dicks, Meth-Mouth.
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She was always too dumb for Jack
Actually...
It was the alcohol. I'm okay with her hiding her (blank) and her (blank) use from me for FOUR GODDAM YEARS--I mean, frankly, was it any of my business? No, not really, not at all, IN FACT BY LAW IT WAS NOT MY BUSINESS. So, I don't care about that. At. All. (I can score my own shit, Losers.) Give her an Rx for antabuse+desoxyn, that bitch will be right as rain in no time. Flat. I don't know how you--I am speaking to The Collective Society here--will deal with her infinite, interminable, existential loneliness crisis--FUCK U, HOOR, NO CONTACT, NO CONTACT, NO CUNNILINGUS FOR FUCKING EVER, LOSER, ASK THAT CUNT PROSECUTOR AND HIS BITCHY LITTLE LADYJUDGE IF YOU WANT YOUR BOX MUNCHED RITE EVER AGAIN; PISS OFF--but, believe me--you know Me-- the instant that Her Family's minor children reach the Age of Majority, I am ALL TOO WILLING to spill the fucking beans. "Hey, hi! Let me tell you what Aunty really did! No, you can't fuck me, you're fat, ugly, a loser, obviously beta, and your grandmother is a stupid, bitchy little cunty Company whore. *click*" Fuckin' lookin' goddam forward to it, Toots. (Who wouldn't be?) THINK ABOUT THE FUTURE--especially before you jump into a taxi with a peculiar Ethiopian. (You really probably did deserve what you got, whatever the fuck that was, you fucking idiot, and it's too bad I can't enjoy it, or really, anything else, EVER AGAIN. Kudos. How do you like your new job/house/car? Does it shit out milk?)
Once again: DO NOT TAUNT GRAPEFRUITGREATFIELD. She doesn't need that (anymore), and, absolutely neither, do I need some crazed, psychotic traitor-slaver perjurous_fruit rolling into ZoomCourt and spilling more perjury out of her lying, whorish mouth.
"He hit me! He choked me--both (2) hand(s)! I think he's trying to kill me! And, he stole my mail/male! That's a FEDERAL offense! TAKE HIM AWAY, MINONS!!! (Ed. note: transcript taken from actual archive footage)" Hey, Brainiac: trust me on this, there would have been no "try." You know what? Death is literally too good for you and the likes of your fuckin' ilk. Go back to sucking interstate cock, that's a good spook. Nice spook. Here, have an Alphabiscuit, which orifice would you prefer it to be inserted/jellied into? p.s.: never suck my dick again, thanks.
None of you have any need to know what I care about right now, you besotted shitbagged maggots. You should all be ashamed. Of course, your ShameCircuit(tm) was the first goddam thing they burned out of you while you were interning at Quantico--kudos--so I don't expect and of all of all y'all to behave like any normal, rational, ADULT human being would in any simliar circumstance.
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I'm smart enough to find out where all--ALL--your children live, and FUCKING KILL THEM. You know that, right? This isn't a threat--Hi, I'm KUCZI, I'm a star, not an actual idiot--but nevertheless, you fucking morons picked the wrong goddam tall poppy to check your chainsaw(s) against.
Having fun yet, Whore? Because -- I AM. /flex
)
Nevertheless. You can stop acting like a retard giraffe, Fuck-0(s). Srsly. I WAS TRYNA BE NICE. Piss off, fuck off, and go get wanked off again while you pass time until your next H dose, you fucking shithead dopefuck MORE ON. *actual click*
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I don’t have any kids, Jack but would you please keep me on your threat list? :D
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Tell you what: Kill Riker
Spare his dog. I'll rape her every Thanksgiving in front of the fireplace after summoning his spirit through an annual seance--he'll love it, don't worry. (Obviously, his dog does, lol)
A little in-joke we have.
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I don’t have any kids
Who the fuck do you play Chess with? Sad!!!
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He was decidedly upset.
Sure, Jan.
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He's an egomaniacal prick who's had one too many daily servings of his own Kool-Aid.
The only devotion this ass-hat has for his “friends” is to his best friend, himself. 🤷
#HappyCircles
No way, not the lying tongue of the Cuckzi?
He is a pacifist ladies and gentlemen.
Qlergy AS WELL! HELL! This biGoy is a mensch.
Would ya guess that to prove how SOFT he is he even wears a fucking ladies dress for Christ's sake? LITERALLY. It's his uniform of penance or something 🤔?
He is honest, selfless and a man of his own semen.
Totes-a-Gaylord
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No way, not the lying tongue of the Cuckzi?
He is a pacifist ladies and gentlemen.
Qlergy AS WELL! HELL! This biGoy is a mensch.
Would ya guess that to prove how SOFT he is he even wears a fucking ladies dress for Christ's sake? LITERALLY. It's his uniform of penance or something 🤔?
He is honest, selfless and a man of his own semen.
Totes-a-Gaylord
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Rudy just don't sound like himself these days. Kind of jacked up IYKWIM.
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Rudy just don't sound like himself these days. Kind of jacked up IYKWIM.
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Skippy,
Don't worry old gay!
I ❤ you.
I will be back.
Lock the doors
#MandellaEffect
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He is honest, selfless and a man of his own semen.
Imagine: all this jelly, & no toast. Sad!!
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Lock the doors
Obstruction of Justice. BOOK HIM, DAN-0
#MandellaEffect
A pioneer.