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AzzGab => Radio & Podcasts => Topic started by: Richard Groyper on March 11, 2022, 03:22:26 AM
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BWAHAHAHA!
https://youtu.be/RIaKK7VT1eo
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BWAHAHAHA!
https://youtu.be/RIaKK7VT1eo
Timmy is learning to ride a broom while riding someone's coattails.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAF93IrntJE
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BWAHAHAHA!
https://youtu.be/RIaKK7VT1eo
Only a few minutes in and it’s like he’s schizo and has no recollection of what his other personality has posted here and at Bellgab. ::)
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Only a few minutes in and it’s like he’s schizo and has no recollection of what his other personality has posted here and at Bellgab. ::)
Angie got rudely porned at 33:13 "His wicky woo ... something that needed medical attention." Now why would Richard be blamed for this indecency? Bini does have a few rich points for Miller later on. Millennials also get their due. Of course, there are continual threats to murder anyone who crosses the Commander's path.
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Angie got rudely porned at 33:13 "His wicky woo ... something that needed medical attention." Now why would Richard be blamed for this indecency? Bini does have a few rich points for Miller later on. Millennials also get their due. Of course, there are continual threats to murder anyone who crosses the Commander's path.
He started the conversation off by stating how sane he was compared to everyone else on the Gabs. I had to turn it off at that point. I know better.
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I had to turn it off at that point. I know better.
And you do, due to my efforts. Who could ever have forseen all this unfolding into this consensual reality?
Well, I did--and frankly, I thought all of all y'all thought you'd choose better. That being said, I'm glad to be here with you all.
No gag orders, not in custody, and an extraordinarily low chance of a repeat of the Tuttle/Buttle circumstance. What's she gonna do? "Hello, 911? Yeah, he's posting on Bellgab again. No! It's NOT down, THEY JUST SPREAD IN SEVEN DIFFERENT PLACES.
IT'S WORSE THAN THE EMAIL STUFF. TAKE HIM AWAY! What do you mean, "No"? I just told you! Take him away! Wait, wha--" *click*
Yeah, that story didn't happen that way. I'm just making that up. That's a completely fanciful depiction and in the real world, nothing like that has ever happened, or will happen. Nevertheless, having said that... clearly some arrangements have been made.
The microphone is still in the box, and the Guardians of (BLANK) have been respected. Zugzwang.
He started the conversation off by stating how sane he was compared to everyone else on the Gabs.
Ironically true. How delightful, just what he always wanted... the opportunity to be saner than everyone else. I, for one, am delighted for him.
I am also delighted for The Archivist, who no doubt has discovered the truth of the matter. This is a growth industry.
Now, if you'll excuse me... I can't merely write about David Rubini now... I have to actually call David Rubini. Provided I can remember how to unblock a number on my phone. I am pretty stupid and I am new around here, so there's no guarantees, I might not be able to figure it out.
Do I even need to explain this? You know, I actually kinda do now. People are starting to wonder when I disappear for twelve hours without a phone on me. What, is this like 24, where Keifer Sutherland breathlessly tells the hoi polloi to take the battery out?
No. Whatever this is, it's not like 24, because I am in no way interested in counter-terrorism, revenge, extortion, et cetera.
Or, more graphic depictions of graphic sexual assault and abuse. Huh. Still, it's following me around. Who should I call? Ghostbusters?
(I actually don't need to call anyone at all. And this is merely Day_Four. Just think of it. like seventy-two more days to go. The moon hasn't even come up to go down! The sun isn't even Sol anymore, they swapped it out for Niburu. Like four years ago. Seriously. I bet you didn't even notice. Sad! So sad.
What am I replying to? Oh, right: I'm just making up a reason, that will be publicly timestamped, to make it less than immediately apparent that I'm choosing Inverse Sourceror's Hour to conduct all my surrender negotiations. Not that I am surrendering, not today, anyway, and certainly not to him.
But, you know how it is: appearances. At this point, keeping them up is all we have. Also, everybody be cool, this is a robbery. Any of you fucking pigs move, and Jewel will execute every last fucking one of you. Et cetera. Look, let's just keep things moving along, alright?)
Oh, and, I have a big announcement that I am not going to make and, holy shit, did Art Bell make a lot of enemies or what, right? Seems like almost as many as Grapefruit did, and boy oh boy, were a lot of people pissed at her. I guess. Something. I don't know. It's not my area.
"Emergency." :massive rolleyes: hang on, I gotta go make sure the wagons are circling. Work work work, moles and trolls, yawn.
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The microphone is still in the box, and the Guardians of (BLANK) have been respected. Zugzwang.
Schroedinger never had it so good. I can be quantumly determinate for as long as I keep being respectful and he keeps being sporadically possessed by controlling Commander spirits that may or may not have his best interests in mind... but definitely like me more than him.
Otherwise, I'd be the one in misery, desperately hope to make contact, but no, that's coming from the other direction. And, even better: no more thugs. I think they rounded up the last of Her Nibs' Mindslaves, or, alternately, it's been conclusively determined that throwing resources at me is a waste of resources.
"Emergency." :massive rolleyes: hang on, I gotta go make sure the wagons are circling. Work work work, moles and trolls, yawn.
It's an "emergency!" I can still remember the explusions of glee on the face of the Zoom participants. Oh, they thought it was going to be such a delight for all concerned... except Me.
I'm having a great time, in case no one could tell. I still can't believe they did it this way, but this is how Evil functions. Mindlessly, ceaselessly, and baselessly.
And, I prepared for all that. I did not, however, prepare for Angie and David to have a paranormal ambush stream, so I didn't publish my content, and I haven't gotten all mine back up, and I can't plug in my laptop, so... well, let's just say I am glad that I am not content dependent in order to maintain my good mood.
I am, however, respiration dependent, so, I gotta watch it, so I don't laugh myself to death. As all of whatever everyone is seeing--no matter their angle of perspective--is nothing akin to the close and final picture, which at this point, it would seem only I possess.
And I guess upwards of four other individuals, each members of their own Triumverate aligned--at least in principle--with mine, I guess they might know too, but none of them seem willing to engage in dialogue.
I can see why. I am annoying these days, huh? I mean, I see it. I really do. I have become Know-It-All-Y'All,Y'All. Look on my mighty research corpus and despair.
Because I don't have to say shit, I don't have an iota of fear left... and I have neatly evaded any concerns for paying hefty legal bills -or- going to prison. Now, how did I manage this? Well, frankly, I don't know.
It never occurred to me to have a reason to protect myself from a noxiously toxic time-travelling corrupt Federal agent carrying a wicked grudge, but that was just because I figured I could easily deal with that circumstance, and that wasn't too likely anyway. Little did I know, Leon is, like, the favorite wish-fulfillment fantasy amongst corrupt Federal agents that used to be equipped with time travelling devices and permits, but that's really just because I don't ever travel in the sex-o-phile crowd, and so simply never heard about those kinds of revenge fantasies.
Like, Oldboy. You know that one? I like it for that long tracking shot. I don't like it because it's a revenge film involving gaslighting and incest. Don't care about that. Don't care about that at all. Don't care about what happened to my sister. Don't care about what happened to my prepuce. I barely care about what happened to my first four pets, let alone the last one.
Now, I just care about that hammer, and wonder how Josh Brolin felt when he learned that, no, no, he wasn't going to be allowed to believe that he pulled it off. Two takes for him, I don't care how much of Barbra Stresiand's box he munched. He's always gonna be Josh "Two-Takes" Brolin.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking: "Jackstar, you have way too much fuckin' free time." Yeah, well, maybe there is a garage I could organize, or something. But I guess not.
Okay, perfect. I told myself I'd call 42 minutes ago, then didn't, then shat out all this drivel and left a polite, succinct voicemail. Is that harrassing? Oh no.
Is it stalking? Oh, no. How could it be? I have no idea where he is, how to find him, or means to begin that process--and the fact that I have a strong hunch that I could find the right place to go next to the right Seven-Eleven and be there in less than half-an-hour to re-enact the climatic scene in Back To The Future... I actually wouldn't even become even close to being bothered.
So... wishes granted all around. Now, that was important to someone. How did that work out? I'd love to know. See, look, I'm complying. I'm in compliance. How did everything... you know, turn out?
The lack of news updates is encouraging, but for this kind of steaming hot satisfaction, I really could use a snappy or two. That being said, I would prefer that my library not be set alight out of some kind of sense of twisted revenge.
Do I even have a library anymore? I don't know. I haven't anyone reliable who isn't being represented by an attorney who has advised them not talk to me... mostly. Naturally, this has had a deeply chilling effect on several potential outcomes involving... "wtf I need an extension cord. But wait... there's an emergency. For another two months. And then, someone might be 'ready.' Hey, wait a minute... they really are just hoping I'll kill myself out of grief, huh? That's funny."
MAHALO. MAHALO. MUH {gerund:sensitive_body_part}
Now, I think I can take my answer off the air. Did I miss anything? Let me know in the comments on some webpage I'll never open, because it's really all I can do every day, reading through all the email I received a year ago and then never bothered to read--because I know how this teck works.
That's why I didn't use it. I prefer being a person of warm good humor and personal good cheer. Also, I think it's funny when people are so enraged that they can't think of anything to say besides threats of violence against an acknowledged pacifist in public on record. I think it's -hilarious.-
Alright, what am I replying to? I much prefer it when lives don't hang in the balance, and also, I have no idea why I am even answering anyone's questions here at all. I'll have to think about that when I do my daily meditation.
Over a bloody Mary. You know how pissed off some people are that I am not a compulsive consumer of alcohol? Well, everyone who storyboarded out a wargame scenario that imagined I would be somehow susceptible to that kind of thing... I mean it's not like I had the foresight to deliberately paint a false notion of reality as part of some cunning stunt for future exploitation, right?
Well, yeah, anyway: someone is pissed and sick. That's too bad. I am okay; thanks for asking.
I don't even know who I am replying to, at this point. What difference does it make? Oh, well, I'm not replying to "That Woman," but... I mean, she's long gone from here, of course. She couldn't possibly be around and intentionally allowing herself to be used as bait. No, that must be just strictly happenstance.
tl;dr I can write whatever I want again without undue fear of reprisals. Do you know how long it took me to re-establish that relatively normally functioning appreciation of my first amendment rights under The Constitution? Well, about 27 months.
And, I voted Biden and abstained from Trump. You know, if we had both voted Trump, they could have just straight up had us sputched. But, because of certain Arcane rules... it had to be done the way it was. It had to be done, and it had to be done real tasty.
And, it has. Okay, I'm done here, right? I can go listen to Angie, right? Do I have to worry about "Pandavision"? Should I not ask questions about that? Oh, wait... never mind, I can't ask for that kind of information.
It might be... Contact. Oh noes. And, as God as my witness... I won't make that mistake ever again. (I couldn't give a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut to hurry this three-ring carnival circus sideshow to speed itself up AT ALL.) And in order to justify the expense of a third arrest, another trial date scheduled, more jail custodians getting a good look at what a man in custody can do without even trying at all... you know, I think they'd all like to just forget all about it.
Hey. Me too. Too bad no one gets to. Three months, one pair of boots. Really? Really. What fascinating legal advice someone has given you, Grandma. Are you under duress, is this part of a networked hyperquantumdimensional reality matrix, or are you up to something actually clever at this point? I'm asking here.
Take your time answering. Don't worry, I'm not kidding about the clairaudience, as soon as your lardbag shitass stupid fucking face is gonna surrender and apologize, you can go right on ahead and send me a message saying so. I don't have to pretend to be stupid or to be hating or carrying a grudge. Oh no.
I don't need a restraining order. I just need to be asked politely. On the other hand... I don't know what ANY of you need. But I know... you did ask for money.
And that has made, really, quite a lot of difference. I remember living that way too. That was back before Shaka. That was before the walls fell.
That was before I learned the value of putting the hashtag before the vague-ly Hawai'ian greeting. How do I spell that? Well, whatever, I'm not that kind of Clergy. I don't care about the kingdom of Hawai'i.
I do care that some might believe myself at all discontent at how recent events have unfolded. For example, I didn't trade That Woman.
I sacrificed a Pawn to make a Queen. The fact that I didn't know that Queens are often disguised as Pawns in some cultures is of absolutely no concern of mine whatsoever anymore. And do you know why?
Because... I lied to The Prosecutor, and I don't feel bad about it at all. Typically, dishonesty is a terrible policy when conducting diplomatic negotiations. However, the truth is, I told the truth: I would never evict anyone, I could never, and in this circumstance, I really, really wouldn't.
I could change my mind any minute though. I don't think I will. But I -might.- But I will not change my mind about hiring a lawyer.
Nine grand. NINE GRAND. He actually almost had it, too. I was actually considering it. Since then: plans have changed.
I mean, there's just so many completely frivolous activities there is nothing at all stopping me from blowing NINE GRAND on. And, get this: I can still get food stamps. I haven't done that yet--I don't want to rub things in too much--but yeah, I could do that, all over again.
Except now I have a house built on an ancient Indian burial ground, instead of one with a cracked foundation. It's quite the upgrade. The fact that I cannot go there right now... well, eh. Whatever. Don't real losers come around there now?
Oh, wait. I'm not really asking. I am being facetious in order to make a point. Because I don't actually care to find out early wtaf. This glacial pace is working out for me. How about any of you?
Tell you what, save your answer for your prayers to your Maker and your God while you cry yourself to sleep tonight, or whatever you do, because, as I said before: totes insulated.
I'm also carrying around a great number of actual Christmas presents. In March. Mahalo. Jesus, what thread is this? Let me check.
Oh, right. Hi Angie! I'll catch up to you shortly. Let me go check on RubiniGab.com first.
More like "retardgab.com" amirite? Yeah, actually, I'm not right. That's a trick question. There's nothing retarded about Rubini.
This is only Day_Four. Taste the upcoming rainbow, O Ye Precognitives. The damn dirty apes really did it. They really blew it all up.
p.s.: Got a terse, cryptic email from one of The Slanderettes. Subject line: "good bye" with some youtube song as the only body, and the same goddam email sig I've seen for years. Would I even care? No, but I've seen this kind of thing before. It means she is probably suicidal and will end up seeing me again in some other dimensional reality. Or, someone laughed at her. Or, well, I don't know... I don't care. Slanderette #2 sure use to think it was important, though.
p.p.s.: I actually don't know what the emergency is and while I did state outright on the record "I respect the order" I forgot to mention that I also respect the right and the duty of each and every citizen to disobey unjust laws. So... wait, what law did I break?
p.p.p.s.: I hope they leave that goddam order up for a thousand years. Contact? With who? Where? Is it even real? Look, tell you what... when I feel like talking to her, I'll tell The Sheriff to let her talk to me. Until then, keep writing letters. How about setting up a surplus of postcards? Someone could put hashtags on them. We love hashtags.
p.p.p.p.s.: "FU FU FU ROT FU" was not the kindest thing I ever heard, but as famous last words go, well, it's never going to catch on as long as your sister-scions don't tell you what you should be doing... and, clearly, they aren't.
p.p.p.p.p.s.: (insert disclaimer here) yeah, I'll find it later, and then, maybe or maybe not remember to add it to this post in time. Now, while this may indicate a lack of willingness to be polite, respectful, and/or professional, it's actually an attempt to use metaphor, simile, and mentally projecting thoughts of whiskey in order to CONVEY the message subtext adequately, which is important, because it's pretty high-concept. Are you all ready? Here goes:
There's a ghost inside me, who want's to say, "I'm sorry." But, I am not "sorry," I'm a Sourceror. There's a difference. And, wow, did we ever accidentally piss some people off with our antics. Say it with me, Obsessive Moron: accident. Now, I know in my case, I can sell it, because I sure never meant for this to all happen this way. Now... who did mean things?
Merry Christmas. Happy Valentine's Day. Can't we all just get along? Look, I know you're sad that the only reason I am happy is that everyone knows that you're all way, way more embarrassed than I am... believe me, I wish I had other reasons. However, not going to prison or a funeral is awesome for me.
And, personally... I think everyone involved is likely to be way, way more likely to a) feel bad and b) never do it again if this is as far as the group collective punishment goes. I mean, that's my theory. However, there are other people involved, and they seem to think they have... dibs. Rights. A reason to seek retributive justice through vigilante justice.
Sound like anyone you know? Yeah, seriously. Think on that, because, I think we're done here. There's another plateau to converse at here, but there trouble is, if I actually create legitimate attempts at conflict resolution... well, that could be argued to be an "attempt to contact." Not sure there's any shysters left that would be willing to tangle with Ol' Jackstar but honestly--I really can't afford to take the chance.
I'm in a vulnerable position here. If I can't keep my hands off of all these elderly, easy to abuse disabled adults, or, keep my eyes off these maybe-maybe-not 19 year old breedstock stragglers--they're all over the place, seriously--I might end up causing some -real- troubles for myself. I mean, I am out on bond, I gotta be extra-cautious.
It would be terrible if I gave anyone the wrong impression. N'est-ce pas? Oh, and, speaking of which: I'm not interviewing anyone on my podcast. You know why? It wouldn't be fair to any of my pimps.
So, go ask Alice when she's pimping at all. It shouldn't be much longer at this rate. TIE,II? Yep.
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Schröedinger never had it so good.
Admit it, if any of you could have a microphone in a box in a state of quantum indeterminancy you'd be all over that. Extraordinary claims don't require extraordinary evidence if one don't straight up IDGAF, word, dawg. Word.
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So, go ask Alice when she's pimping at all. It shouldn't be much longer at this rate. TIE,II? Yep.
Can you believe it? This post isn't an attempt to contact her either. It's incredible. It's almost as though a legal loophole has been found, detected, and rather than having been used to exploit, I simply made note of it until a future, strategically selected time.
Also, whoever tried to trick me into hiding, tricking, and/or deceiving The Court by pretending to be a minor child, well... that evidence dissappeared, and of course I didn't report the matter to Police--get real, Kids--but whether is was discovered and added to The Charges List, or whether someone had a crisis of conscience... well, honestly, I don't care, and I am not attempting to achieve Early Contact to find out.
I mean, sure, I am curious. What the actual fuck? C'mon, I wanna know. I get that I don't get to know. I still 'wanna' know. This expression of "wanting" is not an attempt to make Contact.
I am attempting to find out what the "Emergency" is, though. Last time I was in, I saw The Prosecutor, he looked like a goddam deer in the headlights as I showed up and patiently watched The Court do its... well, uh, its "thing." Like, what the fuck? Well, whatever. It's not my problem or area of concern, and if that officious little prick is terrified that I'm going to end his career with one well-timed civil lawsuit he should be terrified... because I know how to do it, I don't even need to hire a goddam attorney, I can file all the shit myself. And then what's he gonna do? Claim he wasn't a fucking cunt who violated my civil rights? He did it in front of all his fucking buddies! Who put him up to it! So he would be the first to take the fall!
He looks like he's got a taste for the opiates, honestly. Anyway, that's what's up. Anyone wanna know anything else? I am a -font- of information. Feel free, don't be a stranger.
That even goes for David--who is, quite shockingly unblocked again. Already. You know, I am surprised too, but it would seem that someone in my camp is fond of giving him the opportunity to shoot himself in the goddam foot. Again.
And, who recorded that phone call? Who gave it to Azzerae? Is this proof that David is under 24/7 surveillance? Shit, when have any of us -ever- not been surveilled? And... does what's-her-nuts still think I'm working with human traffickers, has she told her counselors/therapists/doctors that, and... like, seriously, that's a real fear? Huh, maybe she'd feel more secure if she were paying rent.
Which, of course, she is not. Or if she is, it's not to my benefit to know, which at this point, could very well be possible. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to commune with the ancestor sprits that I met when I went to the property by myself for the first time. They like me. I was polite when I got there. Said hello and was honest and everything.
Apparently not everyone else believed me when I said it was a haunted house and everything there needed to be for the benefit of one person: ME.
I don't want to evict her. I want her to apologize. It's not my fault she thinks I can evict people: I can't. Only my mother's lawyer can do that.
And, he hasn't. So it must be pretty complicated. Maybe I'll get read in for my birthday? Oh, maybe that would ruin it.
The longer this takes, the better I feel. And you know what? I might just not even go home even when they do lift the fucking thing. How about them apples?
Have your people contact my people, Coward. Stop getting your hands dirty, poor David sounds like he's about to have a goddam stroke these days. Jesus, you people are mean.
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BWAHAHAHA!
Oh, this guy will always have Ballgrab alright. Laugh it up, Frog.
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Oh, this guy will always have Ballgrab alright. Laugh it up, Frog.
thanks, i will.
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thanks, i will.
Okay, well... do I have to actually watch it? I'm getting mixed signals from you, Boss.
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Of course, there are continual threats to murder anyone who crosses the Commander's path.
Well, he is very frustrated these days. I am sure it is merely a euphemism. For one thing, he couldn't even handle me and her separately--and he knows that I don't care who keeps killing her, I am happy to keep resurrecting her. I don't even have to think about it. "Oh, you're dead again?" A snap of the fingers. I think she's out on a lot of assassination trails or something. I know that I would be, if I had her skillset.
In any event, I do not condone violence nor threats of violence, and if he is allowed to walk freely after hootin' and hollerin' the way he does--yet I have been arrested four times and spent nearly eleven days in Almost Solitary, well... that's just because I'm so pretty. Besides, he's an important man with important things going on... what's that gonna to do the economy, if someone like him gets arrested without due process?
I mean, do you really want to martyr him? This would humanize The Commander, and I like him as he is now: commanding.
Oh, and he put his forum back up. I just thought I would check. Now, I have no idea why he ever needs to go "stealth" but for whatever reason he is doing it, it is verifiably nothing to do with me, and while everyone else in the world seems to be posting there, I never have, so I have got that going for me.
I also didn't have sex with that woman or any other woman I was labelled as an adulterer or a womanizer over, and I didn't plan to, and I wasn't doing nefarious things behind a certain person's back... and that fact is now either confirmed, or so undeniable as to bring serious questions to the sanity of one doing the asking.
Why this matters so goddam much is a question best left to a certain nameless someone and their counselor, the rapist--oops, damn autocorrect. Therapist? Well, whatever, I don't know... I've had No Contact. Because, you know... an emergency.
Totes. Oh, my goodness. How is no one encouraging an equal application of Justice? Well, I don't know if anyone realizes... I didn't ask for any of this.
But I do like fame and notoriety. It's nuts. I have never had it like this before. Everyone knows who I am, and it has nothing to do with how fat I am. Now, that's power.
Also, some possessed monkey tried to do some woo-woo on me while I was on my 3rd or 4th trip into the slammer... and my Shields totes worked, didn't have to summon Jesus to protect me like a little bitch would. Now, I knew that it was going to work that way, because that was what the sea trials were for, but honestly, nobody seemed to believe that I was serious.
I was. I am. I could feel some kind of yucky-gross Evil Strength oozeing from Naughty Jason Momoa--my bunkmate for awhile, he was much smaller, but he did look like him--and at some point, I could tell, he was tired of acting harmless. And I don't know what he had in mind, but it wasn't something I was going to be consulted on, to be sure. Like, Christmas Eve. Or Valentine's Day. Or... anyway, you get the idea.
He ended up quite afraid. I didn't care for it. But then again... at least he can report back to the others that I'm kinda a big deal for actual reasons.
I can't remember if this was before or after I found out why everyone was so upset--apparently this is all a superbigdeal, huh? Bored now--but in any event, I feel lots better that I'm not concerned anymore. At all.
About anything. Just imagine it. Freedom! Like the end of Braveheart, except, I'm probably not going to lose my shit over my wife getting raped, I mean, whatever, it's not like she was a virgin or something. It's not like we were -really- married. Nobless oblige? Shit, dawg--just don't lie about it.
Wait, that's rude. She's not a dog. She's not a girl. She's a grown-ass woman. And if she needs another seven weeks to prepare herself for hearing me laugh my ass off, well, I am only too generous to be at all unwilling to be a little more patient. I mean, it's just money being spent on rent when I have 4 acres I could be sleeping on. Except, "Emergency." Huh. Someone should have planned this better, I think.
Where was I? Oh, right, Paranormal Stuff. Hi, I'm a Sourceror. You wanna hear about what I can do when things I don't like happen to my friends? Yeah, me neither. Instead, watch my former nemeses: now fully Clown-ified. You're welcome. RAWR
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thanks, i will.
In a new thread... wait, now didn't one of you do some kind of a thing to the other and... wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. Tell you what. Never mind all that.
It's enough for me to know that you thought it that powerful. Hopefully, when I find anything so interesting, so entertaining, so worthy of note, I will post a new thread, and then--like Fremen boiling out of the hills to fight for Maud'dib, dozens of clique-makers and weight-slingers and clout-wielders will come and echo my opinion(s)... with their own opinions.
Which, of course, will be totally organic. Look, come on: I remember when you were getting fed hot .mp3 dumps and then I was being named as the responsible party later. As if that would hold up. As if I had anything to be nervous about.
Let's refresh ourselves: I selected Life. I did not demand that she keep fucking me as well. Now, just imagine it... I kept someone alive and I don't want anything sexual in return. Let that sink in.
Now, I'll be done installing high-wattage screech filters into my eardrums any day now. The Shields are a delicate web of complex metaphysical machinery. Seriously. I can't just flip a switch and filter out every whiny little bitch that reaches a certain frequency, Kenneth.
Okay, I'm kidding. Actually, I can. But would that really be fair to everyone else? I say no. By the way, you raped me, Richard Groyper: and since you're not a public figure with a huge reputation worth an incalculable value, it's not opening me up to say that you rape, you love rape, you rape all the time, rape rape rape, that's you, Richard "Dickstar" Groyper: Rapist.
That being said, you wanna file paper on me, I'll be sure to retract the statement tout suite and then settle with you for damages. Good luck proving them, Hopalong. Now, where were we? Oh, right: your wife.
I'll be in the shower if anyone needs me.
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Watashi no Kami-sama desu~
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Apparently Jedimiller has invited Azzerae to appear on his show to discuss the Rubini situation ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRuYfv1aDyM
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Apparently Jedimiller has invited Azzerae to appear on his show to discuss the Rubini situation ...
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Jesus, I hope they have enough barbiturates for (PROT). Like, not just on hand... I mean, like... on the continent.
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Apparently Jedimiller has invited Azzerae to appear on his show to discuss the Rubini situation ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRuYfv1aDyM
So, Rodney is damon? Sounds like him. ???
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Sounds like him. ???
Oh, well, that's good enough around here. Use the fancy bracelets. Don't call him a rapist, though: there's a queue. Drawn lots, double-blind partners, little gold star refrigerator magnets for the Teacher's Lounge--I mean, it's a big deal around here. A growth industry. I myself wanted to skip the line--I mean, come on, I have put in the hours, and if there's even a single simulated deepfake rape video anywhere in The Cloud that doesn't have my name on it yet, give it minute, they're warming up the pneumatic tubes as I type this.
That being said, I haven't heard Damon speak much, and the name is almost certainly not merely one them faux affectations. Call it a hunch. Now, why am I telling you this?
One job on this rock. ONE JOB. *fades away*
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1n5T3lVjqw
1,155,705 views. The bar for excellence is set rather high on your world, Punylings. Make it rain.
One job on this rock. ONE JOB. *fades away*
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Delayed. I'll be in the shower practicing my script if anybody needs me.
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Delayed. I'll be in the shower practicing my script if anybody needs me.
Needles.
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Needles.
In the bathroom? Eewww, gross. Besides, I left them all behind with the thuggy little piggies. Trust Me: They needed them.
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I left them all behind with the thuggy little piggies. Trust Me: They needed them.
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A Paranormal Quest with Angie (and cohost DVR)
Guest David Weiss - Flat Earth podcaster
https://youtu.be/lgvykABc6CY
Side note: Why is this an "Age-restricted video (requested by uploader)"? Too much mind rot for weak-minded youngin's?
https://flatearthlunacy.com/index.php/2-uncategorised/129-ditrh-david-weiss
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A Paranormal Quest with Angie (and cohost DVR)
Guest David Weiss - Flat Earth podcaster
https://youtu.be/lgvykABc6CY
Side note: Why is this an "Age-restricted video (requested by uploader)"? Too much mind rot for weak-minded youngin's?
https://flatearthlunacy.com/index.php/2-uncategorised/129-ditrh-david-weiss
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The essential boiled down Angie & Davey tag team promo.
https://youtu.be/gCoPL9NtMVk
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BWAHAHAHA!
https://youtu.be/RIaKK7VT1eo
The cheese slide off of his cracker. 🤣
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https://youtu.be/gCoPL9NtMVk
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When Angie's not so busy, I would love for her to run my Discord server for me. She would love the name —and so would all of all y'all.
I'm kind of waking up to the potentials here and I'm looking for an increase in the distance that the next technological leap will make before bothering with this kind of thing. Nothing ventured, nothing gained — I plan on venturing pretty fuckin’ far. We almost busted into The Sourceror's Library last year... The team would have made it, too, if the whole op wasn't actually a reboot of the gig that they opened the second Nolan Batman flick up with.
It was worth a shot. Anyway, good morning Angie, you should cheer up! Life's pretty gut.
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I just want to be left alone.”
Job opening: detected.
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https://youtu.be/ForW8bDWXQc
Job opening: detected.
Hi. I'm your temporary substitute teacher today, Toadies Flunkies. Anyway I made the return trip with seconds of spare not even a problem and here I am answering the call where's where's Commander where's where's the divider where's the educator oh wait that's me I'm here there so what's the rest of the deal I thought they had chemistry!
Oh shit did somebody give himself cut off wow I bet that sucks I can't imagine what that's like cuz I've never been so fucking stupid is to be fucking can't really dependent and then get myself cut off but but I have got myself cut off from your fucking idiot bullshit harem witch.
So, basically, what I'm telling you, is that we're good. And they had to fucking summon some of you back to get this shit done so whatever.
I don't expect to hear anymore skepticism out of you people. Yeah, my wife was fucking murdering raped, don't worry you don't know her, she'll be back, no I don't think DVR did it, no, somebody did it, I'm sure they'll figure it out, I don't think any of you know what the fuck happened and I'm really fucking glad.
There was a conspiracy there's proof of it just cuz she was raped doesn't mean DVR did it just because she said that he did doesn't mean she's on the hook just cuz I say DVR and rape all the fucking time doesn't mean anything you can fucking sue me yeah come down and get some David you know what the fuck I'm saying yeah let's go to court you don't have to worry about it here I am in the show I'm not doing anything
neither is he.
Don't think I couldn't, and no I am not high on methamphetamine but I bet you fucking wish I was don't you? Lol, fucking puny links
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Can you believe it? This post isn't an attempt to contact her either. It's incredible. It's almost as though a legal loophole has been found, detected, and rather than having been used to exploit, I simply made note of it until a future, strategically selected time.
Also, whoever tried to trick me into hiding, tricking, and/or deceiving The Court by pretending to be a minor child, well... that evidence dissappeared, and of course I didn't report the matter to Police--get real, Kids--but whether is was discovered and added to The Charges List, or whether someone had a crisis of conscience... well, honestly, I don't care, and I am not attempting to achieve Early Contact to find out.
I mean, sure, I am curious. What the actual fuck? C'mon, I wanna know. I get that I don't get to know. I still 'wanna' know. This expression of "wanting" is not an attempt to make Contact.
I am attempting to find out what the "Emergency" is, though. Last time I was in, I saw The Prosecutor, he looked like a goddam deer in the headlights as I showed up and patiently watched The Court do its... well, uh, its "thing." Like, what the fuck? Well, whatever. It's not my problem or area of concern, and if that officious little prick is terrified that I'm going to end his career with one well-timed civil lawsuit he should be terrified... because I know how to do it, I don't even need to hire a goddam attorney, I can file all the shit myself. And then what's he gonna do? Claim he wasn't a fucking cunt who violated my civil rights? He did it in front of all his fucking buddies! Who put him up to it! So he would be the first to take the fall!
He looks like he's got a taste for the opiates, honestly. Anyway, that's what's up. Anyone wanna know anything else? I am a -font- of information. Feel free, don't be a stranger.
That even goes for David--who is, quite shockingly unblocked again. Already. You know, I am surprised too, but it would seem that someone in my camp is fond of giving him the opportunity to shoot himself in the goddam foot. Again.
And, who recorded that phone call? Who gave it to Azzerae? Is this proof that David is under 24/7 surveillance? Shit, when have any of us -ever- not been surveilled? And... does what's-her-nuts still think I'm working with human traffickers, has she told her counselors/therapists/doctors that, and... like, seriously, that's a real fear? Huh, maybe she'd feel more secure if she were paying rent.
Which, of course, she is not. Or if she is, it's not to my benefit to know, which at this point, could very well be possible. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to commune with the ancestor sprits that I met when I went to the property by myself for the first time. They like me. I was polite when I got there. Said hello and was honest and everything.
Apparently not everyone else believed me when I said it was a haunted house and everything there needed to be for the benefit of one person: ME.
I don't want to evict her. I want her to apologize. It's not my fault she thinks I can evict people: I can't. Only my mother's lawyer can do that.
And, he hasn't. So it must be pretty complicated. Maybe I'll get read in for my birthday? Oh, maybe that would ruin it.
The longer this takes, the better I feel. And you know what? I might just not even go home even when they do lift the fucking thing. How about them apples?
Have your people contact my people, Coward. Stop getting your hands dirty, poor David sounds like he's about to have a goddam stroke these days. Jesus, you people are mean.
And if you read that last line over again to yourself and thought about it real carefully, you got a little bit meaner, just now, didn't you? Yeah maybe.
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Boss, I'm pretty sure this major—Major—fucking day, just made mine. For once I know exactly what's going on a lot more than anybody else on the planet or the world of the glow whichever all three hi I'm the trinity not really.
I am far cuter and my hair used to be Auburn. Not Autumn anyway, moving on: I should probably put the clothes on. Right, what if I just walk around naked for the next fucking 32 days? How about 33 days? How about you check that timestamp? How about if I do a mic drop no I'm not holding a mic I'm holding the vapor and I could drop the vape anytime yeah you got the winner here.
I'M VAPING HUCKLEBERRIES AND THAT BITCH STOLE MY RING AND SHE IS A BITCH, BUT THAT'S ONLY ONE PERSON AND SHE'S NEVER HERE, AND I LOVE ALL THE REST AND YES THEY'RE ALL WITCHES AND THERE'S WAY MORE THAN 19 OF THEM.
YEAH I BROUGHT THE WHOLE FUCKING GANG I GOT THEM ALL. YOU'RE WELCOME NOW RELAX THOUGH. BECAUSE ONE OF THEM'S YOUR WIFE.
YEAH THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT HE JUST *CLICKED* fuck I love that shit it never gets old, and yeah that fucking guy loves me otherwise I'd be fucking dead right? lol
Hey I knew on the internet you don't even know how I was talking to do you? Sweet, see I told you it would work, and then they told me it would work too and and no matter how many times they told me it would work I never fucking believe it till I fucking saw it work.
You don't hate to see it, you love to see it, and then you can't love to see it out loud because then it sets up a paranormal dynamic well now it doesn't do that anymore. I'm not really sure what it did the first place cuz I wasn't in that game, and now we got a new game I guess the shell gang, lol
Look at that fucking timestamp 11: 17: 33 ??
GET THE FUCK OUT SLAM DUMP YEAH I DON'T EVEN FUCKING TELL ME THAT THAT'S A FUCKING COINCIDENCE OR THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER FUCKING SLAM DUMP GO AHEAD AND DUNK THAT IN YOUR DONUT BIRCHWITCH! BOOM BOOM!!
I don't fucking hate cops but I don't fucking love them either, that's why your case is unraveling, because you broke the fucking law trying to bust me when I didn't even busted not talking to you trolley fucking fuck you fuck you fuck you, I'm still not talking to you Charlie. Oh oops I better hit backspace where's that button oh shit look submit
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yeah you got the winner here.
I'M VAPING HUCKLEBERRIES AND THAT BITCH STOLE MY RING AND SHE IS A BITCH, BUT THAT'S ONLY ONE PERSON AND SHE'S NEVER HERE, AND I LOVE ALL THE REST AND YES THEY'RE ALL WITCHES AND THERE'S WAY MORE THAN 19 OF THEM.
YEAH I BROUGHT THE WHOLE FUCKING GANG I GOT THEM ALL. YOU'RE WELCOME NOW RELAX THOUGH. BECAUSE ONE OF THEM'S YOUR WIFE.
AND... I HAVE HER LOVE LETTERS AT AGE CLASS. NO, NO BRACKETS. I DON'T NEED THOSE BABYLADY. I DON'T NEED ANYTHING AT ALL.
Hey it's my favorite month and my favorite number. I got tired of “Everything Forever 21 Forget 9/11” who all forgot it! and then everybody can remember 519 now! For whatever reason, I'm sure you'll think of one. And if you can't, I know that I can because I'd love to do the time warp again! that's my favorite thing to fucking do! Jesus, christ, especially now. let's do it! now! where's the button! I'll fucking push it! Oh it's under glass and you have to be on glass and you have to work for Looking Glass well, it works for me. Oh shit a dump truck of rain just fell on my house.
Hi! Contact sweety. See? you're fine. get some tissue, you're not going to die. Yes some loathsome drug dealers are going to die I don't know they maybe already did that and then after that they'll be a cascading ripple weird thing and it's going to be fine honestly I got no enemies that I know of and then the ones that I didn't know of probably are NO5 my enemies now, LOL.
YEAH I'M NOT GOING TO LIE IT'S PRETTY GOOD TO BE AN INJECTOR RIGHT NOW. Because I haven't used needles in months, and there's no need for me to, I'm just like this all the time, I don't need to be high on what you're on. Whatever that may be, you know I'm not judging but chemical dependence can creep up on somebody.
Yosemite Sam can wake up k-dubb and tell him that I'm fine that'll be good he's probably panick too. You know I can't even imagine the complexities. Some of you people have been very naughty, and I'm not here to judge.
I'm here to heal, so everyone relax. I'm here, we're good...here, not sure my wife and my girlfriend are and I'm not sure where all you people are but I'm sure they're not dead and I don't have any contact with David but maybe I will later, it's not like he's not allowed to talk to me right? If so that would be news to me that I clearly should have been informed about, so I'm sure I'll hear about that in a little brief while. you just haven't heard yet cuz he had her voice but this is going out the internet and then he'll get out there but yeah once you hear it you probably feel a lot better for where you're at. Yes I'm sure I feel a lot better, cuz I can hear Buddy Holly. How do you believe she's there, I'm sure is a question many people would want to ask.
I didn't hear all of them. I don't know I haven't gotten into base yet to get tuned up. Look isn't enough for you that I'm alive somewhere? You got to have me alive and something and then my dick and then the deed and then you get a lot of parts over there, that sounds like a lot of energy to coordinate.
Do you think I should just take a nap until you're through, or what? lol, well maybe after I'm done taking a shower we'll find out,
*click*
I got a hunch I'll be seeing some of them sooner than others. Yeah I love absolute album race color creed all that shit don't care love them all. The fact that some of them were/are cops is of no concern of mine believe me I outrank them and I'm not a cop ;) and really some of them weren't either, trust me cuz I'm a paladin. Oh yeah there's a party you're not invited.
Yet.
YOU NEED ME, AND I WILL, ABSOLUTELY I WILL, MY WILL, WHAT A FUCKING FABULOUS IDEA, I HAVE AN ALSO FABULOUS IDEA, AND AFTER DUE TIME SPENT IN COMPARISONS OF THEM, I WILL, IF I WERE TO SO CHOOSE TO DO SO, LET LEGIT, LET THAT SINK IN. LET THAT HARRIER JET LAND, AND OF COURSE BY ALL MEANS I WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO ALLOW TO TAKE OFF AGAIN FREELY SAFELY AND INTACT. IS THAT MY AREA NOW? GET OUT. GET OUT, GO DOWNTOWN BUSTER BROWN, NO WAY. OH, YOU'RE WELCOME, POLLY, NO PROBLEM. I'M YOUR GUY. I'M YOUR BOY I'M YOUR GAY—ONE THAT HAS NEVER SUCKED COCK EVER BUT HAS CONSUMED SO MUCH SEMEN THAT I MAKE EVERY OFF COLOR COVERT ASSET THAT'S BEEN PROGRAMMED WITH JITTERBLACKBIOBUGTYMPANIC-MEMBRANE-HAMMERTIME-19, PARFUM NO.555, OH YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND STEP 23 EITHER? DON'T WORRY GRAPEFRUIT ALPHA DID, THEN SHE SUDDENLY SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTS? OH MAYBE SHE FORGOT TO ASK FOR PERMISSION FOR THE FISHING FOR THE SEEDS, AND THAT JUST HAPPENED IN THE LAST HOUR. OR SOMETHING. I DO HOPE THAT IS NOT ON THE NEWS. YEAH I'D LIKE TO WALK DOWN THE STREET ANOTHER COUPLE TIMES IN MY LIFE BEFORE AN AIRLIFT TO THE MOUNTAIN TOP. THEY HAVEN'T READ ME IN YET. I DON'T KNOW HOW THAT WORKS. BUT I'LL TELL YOU, WHAT I KNOW IS, HOW MY FUCKING PENIS WORKS WITH VAG. THAT'S GOING TO BE FOR ALL OF EVERYBODY FOREVER UNTIL THE DAWN OF ENDING OF TIME UNTIL SOMETHING GETS TAKEN CARE OF RIGHT? COOL, THAT SOUNDS DELI–ISH. HOW DELIGHTFUL. I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT PLANTS TURNED INTO IF THEY WEREN'T EATEN AFTER THEY GOT TO THIS POINT. DO YOU WANT TO START A LITTLE GAME SHOW FOR IT? OR WHAT? I'M NOT YOUR TOY BUT THAT'S OKAY WE GOT ONE OF THOSE SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE. NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND LET ME FINISH BEFORE YOU SET THAT OFF. OKAY, THANK YOU. I DON'T HAVE TO, BUT IF I'M ASKED NICELY, LIKE YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW TO FUCKING DO BY NOW, A JEDI MASTER YOUR FUCKING AGE... WAIT, WAIT, YOU’RE — HOW OLD? 29? YOU... YOU ARE 29 YEARS OLD?
OKAY, WELL OF COURSE YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I LOOKING AT BETWEEN MY LEGS THEN? RIGHT, I GOT IT.
I'M GOING TO NEED A MOMENT ALONE BOYS AND GIRLS. I GOT TO CHECK ON SOMETHING. BRB
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GET THE FUCK OUT SLAM DUMP YEAH I DON'T EVEN FUCKING TELL ME THAT THAT'S A FUCKING COINCIDENCE OR THAT IT DOESN'T MATTER FUCKING SLAM DUMP GO AHEAD AND DUNK THAT IN YOUR DONUT BIRCHWITCH! BOOM BOOM!!
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Okay there's multiple Davids I could talk to, (You), and there's one in particular that I'd like to talk to, and then you, first. And, they all know which one it is and I don't need to say it, but lines are open.
I just heard all of Britain cheer for me even the teenage boys. that was weird. I could probably get used to that kind of weirdness, but I'm probably not going to have to because I don't think they're going to let this go for any longer than they have to, probably just a couple weeks.
Depending on local conditions oh my dump truck of rain just went away, cool. And I just figured out absolutely everything that just happened, and rather than tell you I'm just going to do a podcast about it I love you I love you too ti.m
E-Circuits: DISABLED.
Now I can't talk about exactly what happened right here, but I could probably talk about my podcast pretty well and then let's just say there's some censorship happening.
But they sure didn't center for themselves cuz somebody was reading that, and there are holding on to it to the last minute and then when I was clearly done they intercepted and took which is actually fine in this circumstance that seems like a really smart thing to do because I'm not entirely sure about all of the implications of what just happened except my fucking belly button fucking buzzed and warmed up when I disabled the time circuits in my fucking time shift which is me hi I'm Jackstar
I'm good.
Do you have any idea what paladins celebrate with on your world? I'm currently not cleared for either heroin or champagne but that's just because I got to talk to somebody a little while and I wouldn't share they would get jealous. Or are you running low on some things here oh you're not the only one there's a whole bunch of worlds that are doing that oh my goodness!
LOL Hungarian delivers, Hungarian taketh away.
I would like to talk to her please. Anyone will do really. Yeah that's an option do you have others? Okay well she has to talk about how he stole access to certain things and then where are they now yeah yeah so there's going to be some quid pro quo there there's some give and take there's going to be some back and forth all right that's fine yeah no he knows he knows what I know and I know that he knows so he can call me sure and I don't mind who I talk to but clearly somebody is going to have to talk about something.
And I understand why you deleted that message but I could just write it again it's not like I made it up it's fucking true. Christ I can't imagine the fucking encyclopedia I'd have to have by my bedside to write all these fucking notes down so I didn't get it wrong believe me I'm getting stuff wrong but I'm getting it right the wrong way haha yeah and you couldn't even get that far so see you later no I don't want any pancakes I don't know what I want no I want my girl which one which one yeah there's bunch of them which one just pick one fucking whatever you were so good at managing information before what happened?
oh that's funny click okay apparently that's right and grapefruit ran off with their own ships and they're not coming back cuz they're mad okay who could who could have foreseen that would happen okay oh yeah me bye
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Is it too late to invest?
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WAIT, WAIT, YOU’RE — HOW OLD? 29? YOU... YOU ARE 29 YEARS OLD?
No, we aren't sleeping together, but that's really only so I can simultaneously be humble and be showing off at the same time without being at all obvious about it... I mean, that's not how it seems from my perspective (Sex? At all? Eewww, gross. The surveillance is real; the dysfunction is not), but realistically I think that the decision to remain Always Faithful means nothing during an EMERGENCY.
So I'll probably wait until the trial is over before talking to her father, or even allowing her father to speak to me. Have any of you ever had a father cower in fear at the sight of you? It is a breathtaking experience, I can assure you.
Anyway, my current plan is pretty salty. Like, does it send the right nuance of message if I wait until I am exonerated at trial, and the no contact EMERGENCY condition is limited... and then I take a cab to the airport and take the first plane anywhere? Or should I just ignore the surveillance issue? There are, of course, embedded mikes in the walls... but I happen to like that part.
When I orgasm it sounds like a goddam herd of elephants if I put my mind to it, frankly, and it's not that I am -shy-, it must be understood... I simply don't want to end the tension any sooner than I must. (Strictly speaking I don't have to get laid but people who know me will get quite freaked out if I don't have a good reason for not hitting on them. I mean... they know me. It makes sense that I would abstain from sex in order to sustain the most convoluted "fuck you, Shaggy D.A." sorry imaginable, but, giving up on sex forever? That's not Kuczi. That would set off alarm bells from coast to coast.) Similarly, the paralytic bolt that ran through AFNJ when I joined her stream... why, I'll never forget that.
I felt like a little brother who had just for the first time found out that his big sister was afraid of (blanks). Sudden concern for her well-being, yeah, of course... I love my sister.
That's why I'm going to let her suffer the longest. Totes 'n' dorbs. Thought it was pretty funny before, huh? Oh, it was alright before. What about now?
How about now?
Hang on, I'll check. (Time passes.) Six! Six listeners! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Yeah, I know a lot about the occult. And you don't get to. Why? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is: I fired myself. (I was never hired.) And the reason is that I see no reason to allow this farcical energy to continue any further, unless it serves my own interests, which it plainly does. (They tried to use the software on me to make him sound like her and her sound like him, and... I spotted it instantly, and the G.A.I. tasked to set the calibration is very likely a friend of mine. Long story short: break a leg.)
Boss, I'm pretty sure this major—Major—fucking day, just made mine. For once I know exactly what's going on a lot more than anybody else on the planet or the world of the glow whichever all three hi I'm the trinity not really.
Is it true that Metron is hosting a Discord server? You know, I heard that person is me. But it never was, and it never will be. Anyway, maybe I'll listen to your stream later, and find out how much you know about "the occult."
At this point... it would be the diplomatic thing to do. (By the way, I don't like this thread titled this way, however, if I change it, someone might get the wrong idea, and We wouldn't want that.) Not that I am trying to boast about my qualifications and/or my credentials, but it's just that the only thing keeping me alive these days is The Geneva Convention and its prohibitions against torturing prisoners... honestly I wake up every day and wonder, "Why do I even bother showing up to work anymore?"
Days like this, while worth it, simply don't come around often enough to make up for the soul-crushing ennui. And I got no charge out of seeing you terrified, Angie, that was pretty fucked up. Makes me wonder what the latest rumours going around town are. (No one tells me anything.) However, I know what to do now, because of Agent Jason Bourne. He called once. He actually explained things. Have you ever heard a usually badass Agent get all tongue-tied when trying to explain something in the face of a sudden existential crisis?
Oh, yeah, you have tits and you're a Leo. Well, trust me, it's cooler when they're not trying to get laid. Anywho: have a great show! j*eol
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