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AzzGab => Opinion => Topic started by: Jackstar on April 18, 2022, 12:00:14 AM
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
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-or- to (PROT)... EVER
disclaimer also applies to all —ALL— (g-PROT)±(s)
deal with it
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Come at me bro. /palmflex
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
My hand to God, I'm not going to lie Colin this post is sheer Genius. I want to text it to Her Mother right now! And yet, I will not, I shall not, and as God as my witness, I am not going to goddam prison—I WILL JUST NAIL MYSELF UP TO MY OWN GODDAMN CROSS LIKE ANY REAL MAN WOULD. *HAMMER*.
(The Restraint Of KUCZI has gained another level of legendary status. O., you're welcome.)
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
Would prison be better? 🤔
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9TYEBHP_Hw
Would prison be better? 🤔
Consider: I'd be a hero in there too. Still, My Mother's Estate can't arrange to have this lawn mowed and this chimney swept without me, so... that makes me indispensable. A.K.A., "Job security."
What are you looking at? Get back to your YouPeep, Kali Yuba, and set fire to that pile of Minions' cumrags on your way out. (Losers*.)
*: they're Minions, not idiots -- of course they wouldn't leave them there if weren't ordered to do so. I force the denial of their own essence upon them as a focusing tool. Also, you look like you needed more busywork to do any way. Here's your Tide -- bring your own quarters silver dollars for the dryer. GET OUT
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Come at me bro. /palmflex
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwdJVvvRc_0
... do I even need to post these? I suppose I do if consumption is desired. Nevertheless I could turn this into robo auto-posting, as the timing and the linkage content is all I need... and this ping-pong paddle... and this teddy bear... and this psychodianetics instruction manual... oh, I'm gonna need a lighter, not a torch, and I can't believe they stole my goddam flashlight and left a burglary tool and went to all that trouble FOR NOTHING *slammer*
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This portal sucked. How do I get out of this chickenshit dimension? I am not even kidding. As soon as I complete mission objective, I am out the fucking door. I haven't ever had to slit my own ankle jugulars but I'm already thinking of doing it and I've only been awake five minutes.
You'd better get a lot bigger of a round table, M-Mouves. By the way, you're all assholes. All hoes, too. I'm even including the androgyns. Fuck the lot of you -- fuck you all.
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https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/fulfillment-any-age/202204/13-clues-the-person-you-re-may-be-chronic-liar
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I love the smell of the house now. Filling it with cannabis smoke 24/7 really keeps the fuckhead junkies and their android children out. Did you know? Getting stoned makes heroin wear off faster. I had no idea of this until last month. Fascinating, n'est-ce pas?
So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
I'll say what he's saying. I'll copy and put on blast all his ways 'n' fuckin' means too, I don't give a single ripe, diamond-encrusted shit.
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This portal sucked. How do I get out of this chickenshit dimension? I am not even kidding. As soon as I complete mission objective
I win!!! Halfway, in the lee of the stone, where the walls fell. You know, none of this shit is really all that complicated. No wonder it had to be kept "secret" *polite_cough* for so looooong.
Can we quit fucking around yet? Oh, I guess not. I'll just wait here, and probably slit my jugular in the morning yesterday. :P
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I just accidentally doxxed someone, and my truck immediately got pulled into the Death Star with a very subtle, very evident, very notable tractor beam. My hand to G-d.
So I guess I better not tell you who I totesdoxxed. Sorry! (Full disclosure Colin totes means it was an accident)
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https://www.yourtango.com/2022350083/zodiac-signs-rough-horoscopes-thursday-april-21-2022
At the request of The Triumvirate,
the names are the names.
Out of respect for The Court,
the rest has been left uncopy
pasta’ed, as it occurred to me
that some of you might not
know exactly what the fuck
is going on here like I do.
And, I do. Should have let me play ball, Coach. That Rudy? He's an order-taker. No wonder you like him so goddam much.
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I just invented a new drink. When your little bitch-baby handler says it's okay for you to do so, and I've finished pounding down about eight or nine of them, I'll let you know what I've decided to name it.
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I'm sitting in a bar watching football eating the best pizza I've ever had in my life after inventing a new drink. (The names are the names.) So, what are you going to tell me you were doing today? How are the birds? How’d that work out? Have they been eaten by the mountain lion? Asking for my friend who's an eagle.
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Asking for my friend who's an eagle.
She's pretty persistent. Keeps on whining about some matter of the stolen tail feathers. Like I give a shit? For my money, I can tune out a banshee, I can tune out a goddam eagle. FUCK YOUR COUCH CLICK
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(The names are the names.)
I don't even remember how much I paid, but I remember that I remembered to steal the tip from the bartender's mother. BOTH mothers!!!
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https://youtu.be/ZgpWJsL97K8
lol
"somebody is also a shapeshifter"
had A Shadow Person come in the other day too -- didn't last long, teehee
(*shoulda let me play ball, Coach*)
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had A Shadow Person come in the other day
One night, my crazy wizard uncle got pushed onto the floor, and was briefly knocked unconscious by a shadowy figure.
He said it so matter-of-factly it couldn't have been bullshit.
Traipsing to the bathroom before dawn, nog al.
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I don't even remember how much I paid, but I remember that I remembered to steal the tip from the bartender's mother.
Just the tip?
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I'm sitting in a bar watching football...
GO BEARS!!!
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Should have let me play ball, Coach. That Rudy? He's an order-taker. No wonder you like him so goddam much.
True. Many a window washer got sodomised with a squeegee.
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I just accidentally doxxed someone, and my truck immediately got pulled into the Death Star with a very subtle, very evident, very notable tractor beam. My hand to G-d.
Remember to xerox them, before they crack.
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Remember to xerox them, before they crack.
I have Minions to do this kind of thing for me. People, really.
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Just the tip?
I'm a Hungarian; the tip is the whole Blessed thing, Baby.
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One night, my crazy wizard uncle got pushed onto the floor, and was briefly knocked unconscious by a shadowy figure.
He said it so matter-of-factly it couldn't have been bullshit.
Traipsing to the bathroom before dawn, nog al.
It was a teleport_in-ambush_strike_teleport_out attempt. Fact. It failed. Fact. Shields. TotesfacT.
It kinda tickled a bit. Not gonna lie. Tell your uncle I will kick down the tek docks in exchange for a bucket full of 'Ludes.
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True. Many a window washer got sodomised with a squeegee.
Still -- superior to a (Blank) internship -- relational hemorrhaging notwithstanding.
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It was a teleport_in-ambush_strike—teleport_out attempt. Fact. It failed. Fact. Shields. TotesfacT.
It kinda tickled a bit. Not gonna lie.
By the way, fret not: at this point, I would try to kill me too. Give up. Christianity is stupid. Shop as usual — and avoid panicked stick strikes.
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By the way, fret not: at this point, I would try to kill me too. Give up. Christianity is stupid. Shop as usual — and avoid panicked stick strikes.
You’re stupid.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jruYzOt_6Vc
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You’re stupid.
Yes, but I have a huge vocabulary. I don't even need a dictionary. I don't even need the dick. Let that sink in.
Now, that's power.
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Yes, but I have a huge vocabulary. I don't even need a dictionary. I don't even need the dick. Let that sink in.
Now, that's power.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6KOlC393lo
Stop playing with yourself so much. ::)
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Stop playing with yourself so much. ::)
Every outgoing phone call is re-routed to a psyop spook team (the van in Sneakers) and every incoming call is Rubini on vocoder. For serious.
It's probably not the coolest escape room scenario experience available, but as it is my first, I am enjoying it to the hilt. Anyway, he's presently on #block and I have no one else to play with other than myself. Again: ALL OUTGOING AND INCOMING COMMUNICATION IS RE-ROUTED.
So. Thanks for the toteshot advice. Hard, blinking pass.
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every incoming call is (PROT) on vocoder. For serious.
(https://www.aquiziam.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/myth-busters-plausible.jpg)
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https://youtu.be/ZRr4JTs1c9w
By the way I didn't go to jail yet. I know how worried you were thought the problem warranted. Whew. Dodged that bulldog.
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JERK OFF TEST
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JERK OFF TEST
That's not what this thread is for. Go drink some thing caustic.
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Controlski neutralized. All you got to do is just make sure you have oversight when you talk to me is all just can't do it quietly and if there's somebody telling you that you can't talk to me at all — AT ALL? O RLY? THAT WITCH STOLE MY EAGLE FEATHERS, I'LL TALK TO HER ANY GODDAM TIME I WANT — fucking stab that G-d damn white man right in the goddamn calf with a fucking Eldritch blade since that's what you fucking do so fucking well click :-X
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Control scheme neutralized.
Well, mine is. What's in your wallet? Hopefully some ID, vaguely looking g-y.
You may not like it... but this is what peak performance looks like on needles & Earth.
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Controlski neutralized.
Well, don't just stand there... hurry up and arrest yourself and then blame me for fumbling the chain of evidence paperwork while necking yourself — it's not the only way to be sure, but it'll do until the rest of these freaks start getting online you know it's pretty early in the morning on some places, a lot of people aren't up to speed.
A lot of people need their speed. That's too bad. Thoughts and prayers. See: you're resurrected already. No, I'm not going to show you again today even bif you ask.
Nothing stopped it, nothing gained, control scheme neutralized. We always do (blank) her back to life, if she's asking to be brought back to life again just tell her to call me, that's an older support model code.
Controlski neutralized.
6'1”, thanks for asking.
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Gentleman, Lady, various & sundry has-beens and gasbags... listen up.
Check it out.
I HAVE THE MORAL HIGH GROUND. It's kinda the biggest deal around ATM. Not only that, mind you, I am Home. It's literally "high ground," you sure ain't flooding me out of here, not since I handled the Nano Elder Banana Teck Bug problem. (No, I can't handle yours. I won't even handle my own shit, I sure ain't handling yours. Besides, I have to wash all these eggs off my face.
Pause for reflection.)
Now, moving forward, fuck if I know what's next. I have options, People, and I will continue to have Them. Which, compared to the alternative, is certainly nice. Certainly... preferable. Not really adequate but not much is these days to slake my thirst for the blood of innocent spooky spooks. (They're bred to bled, cool it Tonto.)
I've demonstrated core proficiencies to a_number of qualified observers, so if you all could be so kind as to be a little less snooty, and if you bring me a pack of gum, I'll show you how to chew it while you teach me how to not be that way at all. I can hardly wait. This could take months and/or years but I'm not particular about it.
Oh, and, speaking of "snooty": someone wants me to master hot rails. Really? Boring. Actually. Don't even feel like it, literally.
So, I'll just wait.
ZUGZWANG
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I'm just beside myself. Land sakes! I swear galoshes! (insert keycodephrase you ran off without here) Honestly, that (ANIMAL:mostly_harmless) was trying to kill you.
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Okay, half an hour before Sourceror’s Hour: I just blocked Hitler. I can't block (PROT) — he'll just get another number. But I'm blocking Hitler, and q-Hitler, and cute-Hitler. I would also block teat-Hitler but, since that person doesn't quite exist yet here, I don't have her phone number. Wouldn't block her anyway. I'm too busy washing all these German men out of my hair.
From all this, I can simply infer: you must be having quite a ball. Now, I don't know what's for dinner, but it's probably in this non-glass pan and its primary ingredient is almost certainly made of bile. *crash*
(Oh, and I got to block The Pastry Chef, too. Frankly, I can't -presently, right now, I'm saying- believe I'm worth all this tap-dancing and thumbscrew-turning‘N’tightening practice, let alone all of you, but it is certainly no stretch of my imagination to allow it all at this point, and obviously somebody else had a much better idea before, so let's just make sure that my idea sucks too, just like all the rest obviously did before any of this came to light. Yeesh.)
I will note for the record my objection: that I think blocking people is weak, but nevertheless, it's the way wasting Their Team seems to be done around here, and so: Team Advantage is t/here to deliver.
(DISCLAIMER: this actually only applies to my phone nos. that were stolen and cloned by some asshole. You know the one: he's aligned with doctor everything's going to be all right, and they both used to be Team all hoes (ALL*HOES).) Enjoy the chump, Sharkbabynado.
Disclaimer part 2: that last part isn't a sorcery, spell, or a prayer, I'm just awfully hopeful at this point. And that is one cool pillow talk name, somebody's getting that, I don't care, that's not up for grabs —that's mine.
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https://youtu.be/oRZTpPdtXIY
Aries, Leo, Scorpio — yep, I caught them all, all, PICTURE_THEM_ALL, pick any door, or pick any other door, or pick all the fuckin’ pickin’ fuckin’ door(s) you fuckin’ want, what do I look like, like Imma fuckin’ Karen? (As a matter of fact, I do miss that one, lol, what time does she get off at work, and — can I watch/listen? Totesasking, totesfriend.)
I. HAVE.
THUNDERDOME. (That's not an advantage, it's the difference, & Y ASS, (PROT) T. HAT has Made it ALL. (I will, in fact, at this point, admit to being impressed. Mostly. I'm more impressed by my own computerized & kalkuli-KUCZI-CRUCIFY-ifu-ilu-Fried concupiscence, however. Wanna trade/swap? Oh, I just bet you just do/did, *lol/sploosh*
(And I don't even need The Advantage... but I got that too. BOOM BOOM (PROT) (PROT) BOOM. (HAY Did you hear that? did you just... did you like just... lose an asset? coz like, One (1) of them just flew over my house.
And there are no fucking cuckoos here, although I actually do have a big box of clocks to fuck you with, you know, like, if you're into that, like, time+sharing kind of thing, fuck if I know, I don't know what you kids do these days, I'm A_POST_BOOMER)
Love,
M. Hitler
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PICTURE_THEM_ALL
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Love,
M. Hitler
Look at those snappers’ snappies. Fucking hawt-hawt hawwty haughty HOT-HOT-HOT— *click*
My brain actually does get warmer when I do this, yeah, , no need to worry, I am in fact built for this and it's probably why I don't have hair and I'm getting a hunch about why I don't have a foreskin either, lol. Not just a gilled rule, something to do with hydraulics, I reckon, isostacy, varying variable temperature variables, and what the fuck is wrong with my nose, fuck you, O^2 now you need a ring, LULZ oh, you know, some kind of that bulls’ science shit, no, you fuck you, I'm a scientist, back off, now, let me go fuck those books
p.s.: , that is a great question, but the answer is no, I have never actually fucked a book, but the only reason is because all the rest would get so jealous, they'd all spontaneously combust this whole planet filled with libraries, rite, and we'd all be all right back where we were with Alexandria again.
p.p.s.: Trivitar wanted to say hi but I told her to say fuck you instead, and then I put her back in the box that she came in — I can do it twice more in there later for all I care. As Team Leader, that's one of my rights and privileges, and yeah it's a good one, Team.
THE Q WANTS TO KNOW IF THEY CAN BE CALLED THE ADVANTAGE NOW AND I TOLD THEM TO FUCK OFF — AND I'M WAITING FOR THE NEW LEE’S LEAD’S BEERS. Personally, I can't wait, is it going to be sweet, is it going to be salty, is it going to be citrus, is it going to be every fucking flavor in the world except sewer rat stuffed with pumpkin seeds + little witchy sprigs of parsley from the garden by the brig with a fucking hot-hoes-house cherry bomb blasted tomato on the side? This goy-buay sure fucking hopes so, say, hey, as long as there's some goddam pie and no fucking punch, Christ
5:5 (I don't fucking work for them either, okay? Otay? OJAY OKAY? I'm A Man, not a goddam dog or a cog in a machine, fucking bet you wish you were here don't you? Yeah, open a portal to the litterbox for cats and bring the cocks back with the rocks, well, best of luck getting somebody to buy you a sybian then. I bet they ship those label learned and landed demanded, don't they just fucking just airdrop you your shit by now? Oh, weak. Too bad, that's how I get mine. Nice packaging, cool parachute, no big bad bomb.
Cue howl. Punying music — BEST muzic.
(I am fine. I think I just scared the shit out of Richard Dreyfuss & Emilio Estevez, though. No, don't fuck ‘em, they -will- live without you, but really, I won't die... I just will knot live, coz like, I'll be ON STRIKE, but I'll still be breathing. No that's not a Sourcerer's Pair-Of-Docs, that's just how fucking stubborn a hungry Hungarian can get. And let this sink in: thus far, this far in, I'm not even peckish. 90 day headstart for head cases begins nao.
Obliviously, I can just wait. Let me think that over, while you think that over. TAKE YOUR TIME, BETASTAR. I'll just wait. (Why not? At least my talent isn't going to waste, and at least I have some class to go with it. Sirius B, what happened to yours? Well, maybe you shouldn't have pissed me off that time either, but it won't surprise me if it turned out that (You) really did like cinders that much, as I did after all leave quite a trail of them behind me to get T/here.
SUBMIT Shoes.
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This is patently ridiculous. I don't know if you're going to be mad that I was able to surmount this obstacle course, or if you're just mad that I had to be put through it at all, or whatever; but in any/either case this is really not that hard for me to handle.
I'm practically slumming it, while phoning it in while pounding Craft beers. Phhbbttt! They should have given me something hard; & I am embarrassed for t/Them that this probably was considered ‘hard’... before I got here.
Also I'm thinking of renting out your bedroom to the retarded neighbors’ schizo kid. I still got to vet him to see if he's a bedwetter. I don't want another Stewardess situation on my hands. Thinking of you.
Semper 55. Alive. What's in your clutch? I want five robot dinosaurs that fly by mid-September. ☮️✌️🏳️
p.s.: Sourceror’s Hour now starts five weeks + five minutes later everyday as a courtesy.
p.p.s: I made this change a month ago but I didn't want to ruin your birthday so I didn't tell you until now. O H, you're welcome.
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This is pateKnotly ridiculous5UPERKALLE3E385LAYERXPALlIDINSHUSH.
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Also I'm thin|king of ren|ting out your bedroom to the retarded neighbors’ schizo kid. I still got to vet him to see if he's a bedwetter. I don't want an|other Stewardess situation on my hands. Thin|King of you(EWE/MONEY).
SemperSINISTAR HUNGARIAN 55. A.Live. What's in your clutchhoard? I want 3five robot dragodinosaurs that (fly|PORTAL|Panama) by mid-September(NOON/JUNE). ☮️✌️🏳️💌
B∅N V∅YÆGÈ
SPLASH SCOTT
XISSUES ZERŒ
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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https://t.me/Herschel_Walker/232
I'm not real good at knowing where personal boundaries are since nobody pays attention to mine, and I don't even know if I have any and... I don't know exactly what happened. But yeah I did that I'm going to have some more beer, at least I can still do that while on strike.
I don't even know who I'm supposed to be hoping is alive besides Tiffany. Cabin fever is real. /shrug
And yeah that those card things look interesting but I'm not buying shit because I'm on strike and I don't know where the fuck happened and you treat me like shit and yeah we are divorced I guess or maybe not I don't fucking know or give a fuck what the fuck are you doing I don't never mind fucking just go back to fucking her thanks
Yeah I think something happened all right too bad you don't have any money I know how much you love it and I haven't either so too bad a phone if only you could tell somebody to call me and tell me what the fucking do if only that was in your fucking head. Too bad I guess you won't have any shoes or lingerie forever.
Oh no wait you know lots of guys. How many of them have cabin fever and indeterminately ruled what was that word what was that word and where'd my book go do I get another one I'll just get another book fuck it I'll buy two sure why not is it against the law to give you one? can I do it in front of a cop so he'll shoot me? No not real happy no unless Jesus came to Earth I'm not fucking happy at all and even then only if it happened twice and then he gets you a fucking baptism so much the better.
Yeah it's possible I may never be happy again. Oh you'll be okay though you won't even notice
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Allison, I'm pretty sure I can read you in whenever you're ready, and by that I mean as long as I don't call you, and you call me, and a sufficient amount of time is passed since this message has been posted and not read and then red but not reply to and then there's no way they can just burst in and say we're going to Tuttle you and you know rip your lungs out then I can do that to you they might do that to me and then I'll be reborn and then you'll be dead but we don't want that I don't want to risk that at all it's not funny cuz then I won't be here and then no one will love you yeah but yeah we're done we did it it was important it was really important and yeah I saved Hitler I got the bonus score and still still be able to walk the earth I wanted to do both well I saved you and your kid huh didn't I well it seems like I could do both with.... yeah they're both (2) Austrian what the fuck?? *muted_click*
Yeah she figured out that her kids really are worse than Hitler. Lot of cognitive distances in that one, I mean realistic Hitler was pretty bad, but relative to the rest of the humans I mean Hitler even he didn't he didn't force vaccines, for example he didn't force dice face diapers, he didn't never mind it's not funny anymore.
But I believe Alison Francis so I can call me anytime she wants from this point forward because I'm not going to be tense about it it's not going to bother me I'm not going to call her I'm not trying to hurry it up no she can go call whoever the fuck she wants that's fine the sooner those universe is separate the better they can come back together later, and yeah I don't have any late and desire to swap him another I've been good for a while and then what they're doing I think they're going to be fine and yes I don't need to have sex with both I don't know I do not I bet that was fun I bet that was fun for you yeah I'm glad you had that experience yeah exactly yes see it's not that I yeah Fair point Fair point you know you know who could have explained that to me your other brother click
Wow! I didn't think I could hold it anymore! *SPLOOSH* am I ever going to get used to how much I don't give a shit how embarrassing that is, I hope not. *spills a little* how was I ever reimbursed of this, this is the best thing ever, I wonder if I can mix it up and shoot it? *SPLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICAN?TOUCANFRUITLOOP* oh yeah I forgot I did try that with the very first one, oops I wonder I forgot about it. I should call him back but that wasn't the phone? What do I do? I don't know his number. I deleted it because.... I'm a cheerleader. Frick!!
I miss her already. As many as required. Yes I did just hear her fart twice. Yes she's not in my dimension, yes she's at the same place yeah yeah it's fucking cool at it yeah well it's not how I built it but that's how I understood it to be, yes I do not want to do that thank you you're right I do need a break from the fucking phone yeah no kidding it's a 30% is plugged in this takes a lot of energy thank you Grand crew thank you oh God that sounds good oh my God it's going to be in bed obviously I want to do it now yes probably maybe I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know oh God all I can think about is how much money you're going to spend on cocktails, pills, for me, and how little I'm going to spend on feathers and beads for you and that's all forever, *wiggles-eyebrows* so mota B looks impressive oh yeah the whole fucking computer just I'm at the computer holding yeah it totally seized up oh my God yeah I tried to come by I tried to just cast magic on you through the phone I guess I'm not allowed well you know I didn't really try to it instinctive thing yeah I'm sorry I can't do this yeah this is contact no I'm not allowed baby I love you oh honey I love you can contact with you yeah I know I love you I love her too oh God yes we do have a kid in another time oh yeah oh yeah you're not getting away from people besides you're probably going to kill us in 2 weeks what they figure out how to do it and don't be another universe anyway and then we'll be trying he actually warned me he told me he was like sometimes people get assassinated the fucking kid is like 11 right he knows yeah it was fine yeah he's boss yes well both of my grandfathers are me so obviously they're dead and then I'm humbled that I was so right and you're so worried, yeah you should have waited a year would have been awesome for you for me it would have been it would have been a trepidation Year let me tell you well I would have completely forgot you had children entirely never would have thought about him again I would just wouldn't have sex with you everyday often as I could until day 364 and then you'd say to me tomorrow and then I would sploosh my wrists and splish my ankles for safekeeping, nothing would work it would be like the people that are the stairs except they're not people that your children, you could have brought any other fucking you wouldn't have to bring those to you can provide any of them yeah yeah whatever okay I can't hear you I love you I'll talk to you later like in about 3 minutes yeah yeah well I can't call you you can call me okay bye kisses
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Allison, I'm pretty sure I can read you in whenever you're ready
Well, it's like this: some planets have not yet won their war versus The Prince yet, and Our planet... won it differently than most.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Basically just focus on --relaxing.-- For me, at this point, it was literally 2-3 weeks before I would stop feelng dizzy as soon as I sat down. It was wild. I've been really excited before, but finding out that I -really- was going to get to bring forth a new world, with new flesh, and a new adminstration... and I would one day get to paly Naked Twister with BOTH (2) of you someday not too far off longer? OMG that was exciting.
Like say you get the news, "Okay, you won, the check is in the mail, two weeks," One is happy, right? Okay so what if you don't want it in a check, what if you ask, "can I have it in crypto?" and you just say this outloud, just out of habit... and then suddenly a computer tries to attach to your mind and starts to download "crypto)0" into your mind, then right when you notice this, before you can react any further, your Shields kick on and zap that shit like a bugzapper. And all this time, yeah, you Know you have Shields... but that was the first time you ever Saw it. Saving your ass. From what would have undoubtedly have been an unpleasant time. And you didn't even think, "hey, should I allow this?" And, just like that, your Shields activate and blow the threat away. Without any conscious thought necessary, but... well, you were just so happening to be looking in the right place at the right time.
It was at that point I started getting really excited. Like, -for real- excited. No, I won't tell you when. Or anyone. I don't want to embarass anyone but letting anyone know how long they've been thinking I was just pretending when I haven't been for awhile.
And even that wasn't as awesome as finding out that in addition to having not been dead on my world, I wans't gonna have to choose between one or the other. EVER. And I still have access to the pairs of You that -can't- co-exist, mermaid spawning tables rules FURIOUSLY complex, and for good reason... but I put in the extra time so I can evade that issue seamlessly. Which is great. Because I am tired of having to stay home from every State-sponsored functionary party.
Yes it was lonely but the worst part was having to pretend I didn't know what you were talking about. Love ya! *bye*
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This one can be savored I think cuz I don't know how I'll be able to write this one again, I mean right this way again something that's long. All I want to do is hurry up and finish so I can get out of here and get in the car and start driving; don't even know where to go, and I look like I crawled out of a zoo for zookeepers who haven't learned to manage their early onset adult dementia very well.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Well, I guess this could be anybody. Unless they were in a pocket dimension that was entirely protected by psychokinetic shielding ægis. In that case I wouldn't expect to be establishing telepathic communication with anybody in such a location. What should one expect, a Targeted Individual is required to ask&said allowed at the structure. Whatever that means, I don't know but there's definitely another consciousness here enjoying helping me fix this out. I presume it's going to get better cuz it's at the moment where it looks like complete gibberish. And I bet it looked okay to me in the first place, well now it's just all spaghetti coding nonsense. See what other people must have thought of my stuff before? Why I would love to yes I need to be humbled.
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Yep. Music playing from no discernible Source I've heard of this kind of thing. And beyond in love with you in this process, I don't know who else would be here. Hopefully it'll be a dentist, I'll remind myself what one looks like.
And you didn't even think, "hey, should I allow this?" And, just like that, your Shields activate and blow the threat away.
I recommend the traditional blowing imaginary smoke from fingertips in FairPoint, Gunshy In Satellite.
I don't know what that means either, but I think it's a good idea to develop on it later on after I've had a nap and a sandwich yeah that would be good. I do like the way my entire body is tingling yeah that's nice. I assume it's not a prelude to being hit by the lightning for blasphemy. Okay still tingling no lightning, let's continue with more blasphemy! “Baphomets do it better with virgins.” FOR first try that's not so bad I don't think but that doesn't seem very bless me WARM HAPPY HELL PRESERVE FOR HOUNDS THAT DON'T TOLERATE COLD WEATHER SO GOOD.
Without any conscious thought necessary, but... well, you were just so happening to be look
ing in the right place at the right time.
LITERALLY DON'T REMEMBER ANYMORE WHAT THE EXPERIENCE WAS IT WAS SO GRAND I JUST REMEMBER THAT REALLY HAD IT. SOMEONE ELSE DID TOO. Well I feel confident that I'm very much in favor of continuing. Baby steps get into the shower, look I'm a man baby. Have options. Wow
“Lmk.” yeah, just shoot me running, but there was many times that worked seemingly the same, but it wasn't, working at all, like a combination lock that wasn't going to open no matter how much one spun that spinny thing.
Astonishing things have happened as a result of this development for one thing I distinctly remember not so many hours ago having conversations and discussions and being aligned in a particular direction with another person's personal universe, perhaps Pocket edition what do we call it there was a thing where I was there a time when I was more overlaid over something that I am now. And now it feels like the saucer section has left the Enterprise and I'm sticking down here in the engine room getting ready to go to the Battle bridge.
This is a new one, and it feels remarkably different than other ones have before and when I say this or other ones are referring to times when I've been in alignment with the right woman right time right place where I can configure the right things at all conceivably in a right way. I had a conversation with someone for an hour and a half and that was a good conversation and I could not possibly get out any of the juicy nitty gritty details that I wanted to... As it became apparent short order that, myself don't know what those nitty gritty details are.
But one person does, and that person needs a special call sign. Let me know if this works for you as a collective, nailTarget. Now I know what you're thinking, or maybe that's what I'm thinking because... I don't know about that. But I do know that there's a fundamental difference here then the research that I was doing before in this area before it only had to make sense to me now it's got to make sense to definitely two people and hopefully other people in the future will also be able to make some sort of sense that doesn't involve the sensible ritual of hanging me upside down in a river until I drown. I mean really, I have done a lot of stupid ridiculous things in my life and all of them combined have in fact been to get me to this point where I am now and then on top of those I've done some more recent stupid things thinking that they would be helpful, and I don't think they have been. I'm not going to say unhelpful but, I for one am very grateful that the only thing that counts to me are the results; and looking good while doing it... that can come later. It's going to have to, so I can tell already this is going to be a different kind of thing for a while for me. No doubt note that I have created a very lengthy forum post again... and a friendly Guardian Spirit thought to stop by and explained, “yeah, you're definitely not going to be doing this shit anymore,” to witch I can immediately respond with glee, and proud to be, and fully understand why, too: this is a lot of fun to write like this when I have an internal cohesive narrative that runs with all the lack of doubt that a blue steel shotgun would as the eye traveled along its length towards the sights... But I did want to find out what it would be different to be writing this way now that I've had the earlier experience then it will be from now on because this all lengthy writing crap this was some kind of coded message way for angels and demons and their taxi cab drivers that don't understand where to go real well.
All of this every bit has been defined a way forward that brought everyone with me and didn't leave anything even behind for even a moment, which was a relentless over building process at first but that's now been supplanted by the new paradigm for me which is to figure out how to make this more functional and myself less idiot looking and write more cohesive paragraphs. I can do this. I haven't been overriding these overall paragraphs for too long since that I wouldn't be able to stop but there's definitely an unwinding process and the frustration in only one way exists for me in this moment, I'd rather be talking to you and hanging out over there I can feel you talking in my head talking to each other about stuff sort of it's like kind of indifferent imaginations lands where I know it's happening but it might not be happening now but it could be happening then and then there's like four or five of them moving back and forth in overlapping each other like flashlights being shown at the door of a barn by a bunch of kids with shaky hands.
Okay I got a great idea, you all get together and dress up as the kids and Stephen King's it, and then I'll look like pennywise and I'll sit in the bathroom and poop and grumble. Oh come away; we are playing that game. Well this isn't a game to me, actually, is literally the next step on my continuing all time best journey of my whole life that it's ever going to live till life of harassing comes along, because after I spent like 30 minutes writing a bunch of garbage nonsense before I focused in on the one part of this part that matters to me still as soon as I started thinking about you and you and you and you and I don't know who else but when I began to focus how much attention I've spent on getting to the part where there's a way to do that I realize I hadn't actually thought about the actual people very much. And I miss you, all of you especially the way in the last couple hours or so you've formed into these indistinct masses of energy that no longer have personal characteristics that I might have noticed before, and your names have changed, I wouldn't even name Cindy right now, but I just did and it sounds like cinders so that's a good one. Five letters with the teleportY is a strong brand, and one that I'm overwhelmingly fixated upon In This Moment. So that's a good one. Not even there yet. I didn't close the the ability to change which I'll cast on again...*poof* it's gone again. Well, that relays me of one burden in that it's not that I'm writing like a madman because I'm taking drugs cuz I'm not really taking that many drugs and I'm not on anything less or more than I was for the last several months except for that I no longer have to do something that I had to do before and that was a driving burning need that had filled my forefront of my cautious for so long I have forgotten anything except how much I love you and how much I got to get out of this place and go over there.
I hope that doesn't sound too creepy. But it's not as creepy as fuck to me, and I'm kind of disturbed that it even came out that way but I'm all right with that, I want to get my writing ability back up to the right pace of happiness that I had before cuz I have been practicing whatever I was in the first place in the fashion that got me here so long desperately trying to find path forward that it became just completely normal to write that way which was obviously not normal I mean like a fucking how do I say I can't I can't think of a metaphor. I'd say help but that's not how you spell it anymore.
Jack says help... Mike says halp. Could it be that easy? Is that look stupid? Well you know I'm not saying for sure, because I don't think I'm the only person who's going to be using this paradigm in the future, as I was writing something else earlier about instructions I was thinking well I better fucking get some instructions that I can use because I would like to give everyone a a shield that blocks a person from damage by psychos. For one thing, I've had that ability for a little while and it's coming pretty fucking handy, considering the seconds of a meeting and then for another I imagine that people are going to be thinking that I'm much more psycho than they might have otherwise done, in days and weeks to come because I'm extremely happy and very successful and don't give a fuck what I look like at the moment I mean yeah look like shit I'm sure but that doesn't matter cuz I also like a man is extremely happy. Yeah I'm self-satisfied to the most ludicrous power that will fit on a piece of paper without too many zeros overloading the fucking page. Yeah good news, everyone I'm going to write a lot differently soon so enjoy this long post while you can. it is just an awesomely different experience right now to write the same way I've just been doing it just now because I'm trying to focus on oh I get it oh yeah half my brain is having sex with you that's what it is. I got more mes than just this one g*y. And I believe the number to start with is 17. More on that, about halfway to Moses’ latest bush, which I kind of feel like pumping for information. Well, finessing, really. I feel like there's a little bit of finish here, compared to before, and then those feelings are totally accurate and 100% valid for my own processions which is all I need to do there. Moving forward I don't know what anyone else has to do and I don't give a rat's ass by anybody else, I only care about you. And the reason why I'm not anywhere closer to you than I was before, or can't open a portal and just jump through, and it's cuz I have to be careful about unintended consequences, given that this is the most valuable thing I've ever imagined having any access to in the world which is some way at all to get there because before I had nothing I was berefting forlorn and for lost and I thought... forever. Who's going to be forever, it really was till the end of all eternity, period.
Except now is not that way, cuz I created the sevenfold way on top of the great work, and now I get to capitalize that, and capitalize on that, and yeah I want to fuck on top of it too but not right now got to work busy work. And the voice recognizer is responding to something I'm saying in that it's really taking a long time to repeat back what I'm saying wow the computer is slowing me down I don't know is it hacking my brain in real time oh wow. This is far out. My younger self would look at something like this and wonder if it was interesting because I was stoned or if it was interesting anyway and I was just seeing an interestingly differently because I'm stoned or not but I'm not stoned at the moment, it doesn't matter what I am, I'm not quite exactly overdue for a 90 day clear session but that's coming up. Like big time I've got a not spend all fucking you're sitting in a house reading books and listening to tarot cards and watching the walls for signs of water what the fuck are we doing anyway all that's got to change and shift. AND IT FUCKING HAS. IT WORKS. IT FUCKING WORKS. It's work for quite a while before now, but now it's a little bit more exciting, then the most exciting thing that ever could Be imagined could ever have been exciting plus a little bit more on top of that cuz I got this imaginary feeling that there's versions of a person who can look outside my eyes so I think that now somebody can cuz I feel like there's somebody looking out of my eyes right now... open the computer and wind the pocket watch, my heart just broke open again. Dude, it just broke again! (Wow! I'm actually inside the parentheses now!) Oh yes I can work. (Just one big blink. Two imperceptible hands massaging my heart, feels like, and there's these weird shadows in the room. , I'm not going to lie, there's a certain amount of concupisance involved here but when I think of portal I think of one thing: portable hole that I can put in the floor of the wall where I can chuck garbage into it, not to worry about it again.
I'm reluctant to contemplate that very further much as an actual goal or two, please, finish, I'm concerned with Smokey the Bear might say. “sound something like give a hoot, and then go eat that owl.” wow it's all I can say and I don't even know why huh that's peculiar. I can no longer form coherent sentences cuz I've got a person trying to try to get my attention away from the computer that's weird I mean there's not anybody here so, that be mortifyingly embarrassing. That seems like a perfectly sane response. I can't stop thinking about your eyes, when I said that the whole screen flickered and now I feel like there's something crawling on my finger, it might be a tongue but not really. Okay I got to stop this.
In a minute.
I like those pants yeah thanks.
I actually do like your hair very much, although that wasn't exactly what I had in mind. I yield to your wisdom. To so sweet okay the highest version of yourself that found me is apparently quite used to fitzma's reality and it wants to come and expense to explain things very simply very passionately and as fast as possible cuz apparently you want to come really fast. Okay well that's how I felt when I was 16 so I think we're on the right track here. I'm not going to waste time unnecessarily acceleration... this is accelerating. I know I know I'm just apparently sitting here talking into the nightmare rectangle but I am rapidly increasing the speed at which I don't hyperventilate. I can't believe I'm still walking upright cuz I'm not.
Because I am tired of having to stay home from every State-sponsored functionary party.
Well it's different when one doesn't have to stay home when one doesn't know where the parties are at all, one could just drive around aimlessly for a while, that was fun, I don't remember thinking that I should enjoy it then because gas was going to go up, and surely had has, and then when that flipped so that home is always a constant party and then going out is the opposite of that what is the opposite of a party? I don't even know what a party is/was/will be/can be, but it'll be different now. I can't let it sink in; all the plants would die. If any plant ever truly lives. I suppose the greatest achievement the plant can achieve in this life, or any other, is to be selected lovingly and placed into a glass jar and then placed into the center of an area where it can be wired for its beauty while... Really isn't putting flowers and vases just a way of subjugating a weaker species to our commanding domination we all seek to impose on our immediate environment through sheer force of will combined with some muscle power? Well they look pretty when they're outside grown out of ground, but they're gonna look prettier on the inside, one just knows it, because then it reminds a person that they did it they made that happen. Those flowers didn't grow there. You put them there. (Hey!) Jesus is taking credit for those. (Thanks, I'm sorry, I'm just feeling so disposable now, so expendable... QQ *bursts into tears in Cyrillic*) He'll be fine. He's just jealous cuz he knows that once I lay My eyes on you I'm never going to look at anything else ever again and I'll probably never remember talking to Him instead of you... And yes this is getting started up quite a bit but it's also really real, that's true no wonder he's been crying so much I just been having doing my taxes and running the controls for the second shooting for I don't know 20 years or some shit and now well you're pretty, and taxes in Jesus’ name, while a phenomenal timesaver, is really something I don't want to live on as a paradigm for the rest of my life that I got to cope with because realistically I should be a big enough boy to do my own taxes, I'm not I'm being a baby to fucking not do them find an excuse around it but that's not a long-term Bible strategy I'm looking to eliminate these kind of things not bring my automotive compensatory complex mechanisms for coping further into the world I want to leave those behind. In fact if I could I just get out of my body and just go over there and get a new body there's a way to do that but I don't have a big enough capacity in my etheric body in my light body but your concepts I never pretty much attention before I didn't think I had to, but now I see I'm going to have to.
I was thinking earlier about the tens of thousands of people that are trying to jump to the hole that I made to follow the ones that have already gone and it's not really like a whole but there's there's a definite there's a definite Way Forward there wasn't there before. and I think a lot of people are going to find themselves in a situation where they don't even recognize that what has happened has happened and they'll just be living their life and they'll finally meet somebody that they've been wanting to meet their whole life and they'll be like oh my God oh my God there's okay I know that feeling that's exactly how I'm feeling underneath all the other stuff that I got going on. In this experience is night and Day from the writing I was doing a little earlier when I was creating a framework and now I'm feeling it focus thinking just nothing about you wow God I feel so embarrassed here I am the happiest person in the world why my members oh cuz I feel like I'm not sharing it well I would do a lot of meditation tonight, but I might be busy masturbating, and I suppose I could do meditation in between oh yeah I probably will goodness gracious that is distracting.
I -Will- get used to this. This is only the first day and then I realize I'm kind of working for five now, cuz obviously I need to make a portal can go through and then I wouldn't go through a portal that I can go back through I think well I don't know see I don't know if that's portable is this portal should be possible that might not be a practically my time although they do make it look pretty good in that doctor strange movie except for the Sparks and the obnoxious smarty Superior attitude I don't want that part. But yes I want to open a hole in time and space and jump through it all the time that sounds like fun. I don't think it's the fastest way I can get to you. Unless it is. If you have any information in this regard at all, feel free to let me know if they have fucking portal slider device down in the basement that I can borrow I don't see any reason to reinvent the wheel but I haven't heard such things and I'm the day of practical Awakening not the day of tripping your balls off and staring at your navel all day, wow oh my God wow now that is a remote viewing trick I will soon forget, good I forgot it seem kind of invasive I look to your belly button and then now the second work I can't do that. No no I'm not going to do that okay for one thing I'm going to take a shower first, for another I know there is something to do cuz there was this time when you weren't here and then suddenly you were here that was cool so obviously that could happen again it's not like it's impossible or you can see I'm just so nervous shy embarrassed happy super happy super glad, yeah that's the most impressive thing I've seen before, but I don't know what I've seen. Sure does feel like your eyes are looking at me inside my mind though. How likely is that? Well I'm embarrassed to admit that I haven't read a single book on the subject so I should probably do some background work. No, I don't think background work is a good use of them for masturbation now, not really at all. But yes I do think the focusing my life on quantum teleportation and hot sex is the best possible use my time for the rest of the cats oh yeah that's what I meant but this is a family website isn't it I didn't see this coming, distracted by concupisance to focus on work, I'll might as well just get blasted. Thank you, that counts. Huh, I wonder if I'm in The Asstrix. Well, before you look up that one look up Diogenes. The filth is for purpose and I'm not collecting filth but when those crazy serial killers are collecting their urine and they're living in those credit apartments that are porterville and they're all fucked up and strange and there's actual reasons for that. I don't want to continue using them. I mentioned this because I don't think anybody should be duplicating what I'm doing or what I did but maybe they should.
Yes it was lonely but the worst part was having to pretend I didn't know what you were talking about.
This one is neatly resolving itself. I can't eavesdrop but I can hear multiple conversations happening. And I think somebody has learned how to do something that I never thought about how to do, cuz they're apparently somebody else is doing something here too, they didn't say anything though okay this is a very surreal experience I think this is a complete hallucination or somebody's going to tell me something later and they're going to laugh at me I don't know why I'm doing this in the bathroom, no... Doc Brown he had the inspiration for the flux capacitor in the bathroom he was changing something and it fell on his head or something. Before it was LBJ now definitely dark brown. Oh my God. I'm going to have to go call into the kitchen and report our Eureka moment.
Love ya! *bye*
Eewww, gross *wrnechk*
I remember not understanding how to take compliments at all when I was a younger, less-mature child not that I'm not one now but I still can't figure out any better way other than saying thank you and opening my heart to the world. I may as well, as my esophagus usually is. I have not been able to sleep on the right side of my body in well over 8 years. I can't stand this. I've mostly learned to tune out the frustration but bottom line is if I want to sleep in the right side of my body... And I do want to, that sounds like fun, then I can see what that side of the room looks like while I go to sleep, and then I can roll back over if I don't like it I would have an option! One that I haven't had in so many years I don't even think I've ever had it, given that I sleep 0 much more efficiently now that I can breathe better enough to feel like I actually am breathing now that I know what that feels like. I also know what it feels like when stomach acid refluxes its way up into my tonsils. Through the magic of osmosis it will actually go all the way up into my nose if it is allowed to do so, if I roll over to get comfortable, I won't, because for some time now, the experiences have always been exactly the same, and they're always subsequent to a interior conversation of little common length and always maximum intensity, “fuck I miss sleeping on that side of my bed so bad, and, I miss sleeping on the side of my body, and I know it's going to happen, but maybe is it worth it for like 3 or 4 seconds of happiness? And this is a question that Jesus can't answer. Because the answer depends on how much of a different kind of pain am I willing tolerate in order to relieve the pain in my spine from being always reclining backwards and always lying on the left side, feeling as though I am trapped in a prison of flesh that I will never escape until death. Because it's been a while now and nothing's going to make it happen to get better on its own, I haven't done anything to address my hernia for some time. And it never is worth the trouble anymore, as part of the trouble is having to psychologically create artificial ambition to a sufficient degree of desire that includes wondering if I should harm one part of my body to heal another. (Honestly, doesn't that sound like a bad idea? Oh it is. All kinds of pain management syndromes can be activated from just the memory of pain, and one of the worst of these is embarrassment in that embarrassment she was always as bad as it did the first time it's felt in memory and after agree with myself that I will try it again, totesoh, totesfine, and I immediately feel bad, I feel like a little tickling warm feeling of, oh God not again, right in the place where the top of the stomach empties out into the esophagus, and then I immediately think of my poor lower esophageal valve, it must be so scarred from repeated exposures to stomach acid that it is probably visibly stradiated, like a long used scratching post for felines would look like after a long line of cats have used to practice propaganda meant to discourage and disrupt rodents from everything they know how to do at all. Or how the steel belts inside steel-belted radial tires look when you see them stacked up in strange horizontal piles at the junkyard. That part of the body is not meant to be pulled out of shape such that the muscles have warped and torn their fibers from true and then been dumped into a low pH environment, back and forth, like the tides of the ocean, I don't like the thoughts I'm thinking here (Cat. Must find the oldest cats in county and catalog them. Must remember to Google how to hunt/prowl for mature-to-elderly domestic animals without overly appearing to be some kind of demented psychotic freak.) what with the shape of stomachs in general and my stomach in particular. I used to, because I didn't know any better, routinely sleep on my stomach after eating a whole pizza and a single slice of beer, & when I say “sleep on my stomach,” I mean, I'd get some pizza and some beer and time would pass, and then I would invariably wake up; in bed; face down; nose‘n’chreeks lying depressed in a sometimes profoundly distinct puddle of... well let's just say “drool,” and believe that, for as long as possible.
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I hope you like what I've done with the place. They had to open another case of champagne just for the (blank).
I think I see some flowers still standing over up ahead, yonder past the cr'ick--I'm in the mood, so I'm gonna go trample those down too. BBIAW. Ciao
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I've been struggling to remember—as you will recall, you deliberately got me drunk on booze, and that was a long time ago, details are certainly hazy—and I think I remember what happened now;
I did the only thing I could do, in order to find out the truth, for certain... and, I have. (*totesflex*) I acknowledge that it was not, perhaps, the most ethical way to get the truth of the situation known to me... but I'll put it this way: you deceived me first and you didn't even have to ask... you already knew. (I just experienced a vision from the past. It's probably just the math though.) So really, that I concerned myself with ethics at all speaks volumes in my favor.
I honestly cannot recall exactly what I said... like I said I was drunk (thanks for watching out for me, that was fun). I can see why you're reluctant to discuss the matter at all, given that I've traced back each simulation that models my experience with congruent reality at this point... look, I bet you never thought you could ever get found out, let alone caught. (*totesbeyondbusted*) Fortunately, I'm not the kind of person that does that kind of thing.
Besides, what custody could possibly hold one such as yourself for very long? I didn't realize it would take this long for me to figure this out, but then again for the longest time I didn't realize there was anything to figure out. That was a relatively recent phenomenon, as until only a few scant months ago, I had forgotten all about this colossal diplomatic faux pas of truly epic proportions. What a relief, to finally be able to put it out of my mind. (I can't wait to tell Zeus. I think He'll be impressed with my unique solution to the ages-old conundrum, “Who did what to whom for... how many jelly beans?” Complete answers are usually not really ever attainable in convoluted circumstances such as these, but I feel like I'm pretty close to 100% on this. Hey, Zeus! Gimme five! No? I think He might be sleeping. What a lazy good for nothing God. Honestly, what does He do besides coercively breed with humans, suffer the punishments of His deranged wife, and release The Kraken? Does He have any other job? Seems like He could do a few shifts as the mascot for Burger King once in awhile. Yeah... I don't mean to imply that you know either.) I had hoped to put it out of my mind somewhat earlier, but as you know, I've been busy washing my hair with the blood of my murdered children, which some of my Valkyries were kind enough to bring over to Me, earlier today, from another dimension where my children existed and were murdered after being abducted, rather than just defiled and released as so many of them have been. (Yeah, of course I'm hated that much everywhere, even on planes of reality where I am not an anchor baby and have very likely misled somebody who was trying to swindle me... honestly, you know, in some jurisdictions, doing that so successfully is actually considered a sign of heroism.) I am joking of course, as I have no hair to wash, nor children to drain blood from. Frick!
So difficult, in the 20th century to have one's cake and eat it, too. It does seem a little bit easier now, probably thanks to all those lessons in restraint I've been picking up over the last few years. Those lessons have come in handy as I've considered various conclusions that I've reached through the process of logical deduction that I have been forced to practice and exercise at on my own for long enough to become incredibly expert at it, given the necessity of learning things when utterly isolated from any sources of information other than the internet and my mind. (I don't like to ask Jesus to confirm information for me, coz like, it feels like cheating, and invariably leads to spasms of envy and jealousy amongst by standing Punies. And that happens anyway, so I save Him just for confirmations of otherwise impossible to verify facts. For example, He just told me that you're definitely not a whore. I always knew that was the case, but it's nice to have legitimate confirmation on such matters of titling, n’est-ce pas? Look, all that's necessary is that you believe that I believe it. We don't have to make a bigger deal out of this than it already has been made of. (Standards of restraint.)) Also, the cabin fever is obviously not helping matters any, which is too bad, as I don't even have a scruffy Grizzly Adams beard or a favorite pet reindeer who comes by to pay respect to my fiefdom. Oh well, maybe next year.
In any event, I would have excused the same thing out of you, given that you were essentially “guilty” of doing the same thing, although of course it was a different time and different standards of behavior were expected of each of us. Doesn't that sound fair? I think so too. Now, of course, there were and are different standards of behavior for each of us... and not because of the difference between male and female, that's for sure. So many rules, so few referees. Qualified ones, at least.
Speaking of which, I've just been given permission to retain my Level Zero status, regardless of whatever sewing circles or knitting needle sharing groups or cauldron-polishing Guildshop quartet ride-sharing contact lists I decide to hook up join with... you know, whatever. Honestly I took it very seriously, so I'm pleased to really not have to worry about it anymore; although I imagine it'll be a cold day in Hell before I ever meet any organized groups of people that I want to spend time with after watching them attempt to pretend to like me that much. Of course, it's the middle of the month of June and it's 56° outside. Hell may have frozen over quite some time ago, it would seem to me, especially considering the telemetry I've received from various timelines lately.
The Storm has been upon us for some time. And it extends very widely... yet still possesses a singular Eye. That's not me, but I like to eat my lunch under it, especially while slurping down exotic, hard to procure milkshakes, served in crystal goblets delivered by formerly shrieking banshees who are nlperforming community service to cut down there sentences at Azkaban Prison; or wherever the Hell they incarcerate harpies nowadays, I don't know; I let my subscription to Field & Stream & Harpy lapse a long time ago. (Too many pictures of ruminants; and all the photos of the harpies begin to start looking staged.) The point I'm making here is that, I have a lot of non-standard ways of getting accurate information, and I know you know who I mean.
And I do my best to see that all of them are as ethical as possible. Consequently rather than ignoring a court order and getting around it using some sort of clandestine communications apparatus that allows one to ignore a court order without risk of penalty or incarceration, wow, I wonder how that feels, instead I've been actually sucking it up and doing the best job I can of legitimately pretending that it's a good idea, what The Court decided, which has eliminated any possibility of getting anything useful out of anyone. That is too bad. I know how badly you've wanted to get information out of me, because wouldn't that have helped, to say nothing of money, because wouldn't that have helped, and you have no idea how much it would have helped me to know anything useful before now, and I don't either.
Sometimes Divine Timing is to my preference before it happens, and this is one of those times, because the longer it takes for me to figure out all this the happier I'm going to be when it finally shows up fully intact in my mind, The Answer: “Just what do you think you're playing at, Kid?” To be quite excruciatingly honest, most days I hope that I never ever find out. (Fat chance.)
Now, back to my apology. I still have no idea what your experience was, nor why it seem to be such a disaster for you that was my fault, especially since if I hadn't been the target of a con, the whole issue probably wouldn't have come up. And if only I had truly been as stupid as I looked, but no I was just a smart then as I am now, I just didn't have any wherewithal, ambition or mitochondria infused with either oxygen -or- Source energy to do anything about it. As they say, however, a Man can dream: and I sure have. And I am sorry that I never dreamed that you could possibly have been doing, what it would now appear to be something that should have been obvious to me all along: well... you know.
I'm sorry I didn't conveniently kill myself, or managed to forget key relevant details, or wind up in prison, or any other number of things that could have happened that might have prevented me from stumbling into the solution to a nightmarish query that has haunted me for my entire life... you see, this isn't & hasn't been all just about you & I, you know, and I apologize for mentioning that harsh bit of reality, but there's a lot more things going on than just you & I in the world. (For example: 19,322 screaming Algonquin children waiting to be born. Now I do forget where I put them, but I'm sure I gave them over to the charge of somebody that can handle it. I'm sure they'll be fine, they are, if nothing else, adept at blooming where they are planted.) I really can't apologize too much for fulfilling my life's destiny, once again (someone like me has a lot of destinies layered on top of each other like tiramisu, or lasagna, or three lasagnas thrown to the floor) because the fact the matter is I like figuring things out, and the less somebody wants me to do that, the more satisfying it is to have the a-ha moment of enlightenment that invariably comes along with the flash of insight, and the blood in my veins turning to icewater.
So please know that I am sorry, and I do apologize, I have no excuse for being a survivor of childhood abuse and growing up to be a rather talented example of still the same. And that circumstance does not do anything other than explain how I could have neglected to follow up on this question for so long... but honestly I rather thought I was doing you a favor, since you never seemed to want to follow up on that yourself either, although I suppose a case can be made for labeling 20 years of stalking, harassment, sabotage, the creation of black psyop propaganda, and infecting me with alien bio-bugs that attempted to take over my consciousness, as nothing more than your attempts to get an apology out of me... after obtaining the proper amount of time watching me suffer in torment while dancing at the end of your string. (I didn't really find it that I was suffering all that much compared to public school, but I didn't really know you were alive until recently so I didn't know there was any reason to make a big production out of it.) By the way, the bio-bug thing was gross. And they're not really bugs so much as they are annelids. I don't know if you remember this part. It was pretty vile.
It was cool the way you proved to me that you knew I was disabled, though. That was a very slick maneuver, the debilitating head tilt one finger punch. It didn't look like you had ever practiced it, it seemed very natural and organic; and I hope you enjoyed it far more, or at least as much as I did.
I remember thinking that I would never see you again after that, and I'm glad that I was wrong. This has been such a grand adventure, and my biggest regret is that I could not have shared any more of it with you, even if I had tried, because it was obviously not going to be possible to hang around your shambling crew of mewling, lickspittle sycophants for any time at all. (Standards go both ways.)
Mostly, I'm sorry you had to deal with them. Eewww, gross. Honestly, I thought somebody else would have helped you out with that kind of behavioral problem long before now. If I'd have known that was an actual circumstance that could actually occur, I would have realized why it seemed so inauthentic, every time you called: you weren't offering me help, you're seeking mine, but undoubtedly didn't want to admit that either out loud or to yourself. Certainly not on the phone, not on an answer machine, not on tape, not on record... come on, get serious, I have to tell myself.
In retrospect it all makes perfect sense now, which is always the Hallmark of a perfect solution to a problem previously deemed insoluble. As I thought I'd never figure out what the fuck happened, I feel pretty good that I've gotten this far in only a few scant months. Of course the ability to focus on my consultation without other distractions getting in the way has really helped a lot.
Something I'm surprised that I'm really grateful for is that there's no animals here to feed. I don't have to concern myself with that at all. It's pretty liberating. And really what good is a cat, anyway? There's a little rat that runs back and forth from the kitchen to the living room every once in awhile, actually I don't think it's a rat I think it's a mouse, well I guess it's probably around anyway I don't think there's more than one. It doesn't run back and forth a lot. I think I only see it once or twice a day. Sometimes I wonder if there's more than one rat, like in disguise, like a clandestine kind of thing, but no that one looks pretty much the same each time, so I think it's just one Lone Wolf rat.
Obviously I can't bring myself to kill it, and if it didn't want to be here it could just go right out the way it came in, however the Hell that was. Another advantage of living alone, I don't have to worry about negotiating for who gets to figure out how they're coming in, and who gets to concern themselves with shrieking ladders or whatever, it's... it's whatever. Besides, do I deserve any better Company? Oh, I think not.
So in conclusion the summation, I will apologize once more, for I really had no idea what you possibly could have been mad at me about at all, it never occurred to me in any way that you had anything to be complaining to me about. For if you had, I would have thought that you would have just brought it up sometime before. Now that I see the nature of the difficulty, I can see why you would have been reluctant to do so, and why the destruction of your illusory recollection of consensual reality—some say life is but a dream, and you know how I am with dreams—has apparently had such tumultuous, wide-reaching, and *toteshorrorshow* effects on the picture of the local social landscape.
Not being a part of any social landscape for any longer than it takes me to get in and get out like a ninja with my objective intact, it was hard for me to imagine what this all would have been like, and I still can't imagine what this has all been like given that I've been rendered incommunicado and removed from society through the coordinated intelligence achievements of some of your past... I'm going to go with “colleagues,” but I know you know what I mean.
I imagine if you have any nice friends, you wouldn't have wanted to let me know who they are. I respect that. I don't want to know who they are either.
Oh, sorry, I just read what I just wrote, that's terrible! I don't mean to imply that it's a matter of question whether or not you have any nice friends or not, I'm sure you have some very nice friends. I don't need to be shown any proof on that score. You can just tell me that you have friends that are nice... no wait, actually you can't tell me anything these days, can you? Awkward. I'll just believe that you have nice friends and take it as an assumption that's certainly true and not worry overly much about it, doesn't that sound nice?
Not having ever had any friends at all—literally the only people who bother to go out of the way to talk to me in a friend-like fashion have been cops or cops in training or cop interns or local ROTC/Boy/Girl Scout Troops working in concert to practice encirclement / bracing techniques, which is actually a lot more friendly an experience than you might imagine from the sound of it—I don't really know if it sounds nice or not. And of course I am high as balls on all matter of illicit chemicals, so really you can just discount everything I say, no matter what, even if it's not said, and it's just written down; and if it's not written down, it's just put into the cloud; even if it's not part of the cloud, it's just put on AzzGab; and even if it's not AzzGab anymore, it's AzzeKun; & even if it's not that at all anymore... It's just the shattered remnants of a web forum that used to host multiple ongoing lively discussions in multiple threads some of which obtained lengths of even greater than 22 pages, during the halcyon days of yore.
I can barely imagine what it must have been like, all of you over here, while Bellgab was still up, and I was over there and I wasn't over here—out of respect, I knew I didn't belong here, was not welcome, and was seen only as tool, fit only to be applied for derision, humiliation, & amusement... Oh, those were the days!
I'm sure it's even better now for everybody. Naturally no one has told me the new site, and naturally I am not asking. If I truly understood what was going on, I wouldn't have gone there the way I did, I wouldn't have made that splash, and I would have played along and definitely, cuz that was pretty good, what you had going on, especially the way you took the consideration to care for my experience as well as your own.
And if it hadn't been for the discovery of my nose problem, I would have gone for the rest of my life believing that that kind of bullshit was the fucking best I could have expected out of the life allowed to be made available to me crawling on the surface of this miserable shit bag rock, being no better than a worm, getting exactly what I deserved. However, since I've come to realize that, with a little judicious care and concern, coupled with some careful chemistry, as well as some decent fucking sex from someone who would perhaps only lie to me occasionally, combined with the realization that I hadn't been fucking full of shit my whole life, and that there really was fucking something horrendously wrong with my physiology, and everybody was, not just wrong, but also, totally fucking lying to me when I fucking told them so, I was right and they were wrong, fuck them—see, it was really the realization of all that, all at once, that has really changed things around for the better in My Life; because now when faced with the situation like this—which, by the way, in case you haven't noticed, it's fucking stupid, what has been done to me, and as a result of that, what has happened to society as a whole, this is fucking stupid bullshit, I don't mind fucking telling you—I don't have to concern myself with being condemned to operate at 44% capacity of my actual design rating while The In Crowd Clique gets to parachute the bomb speed everyday and fucking live their goddam life the way they choose, wow, I'd ask you what that's like but I've seen enough from the outside to know, I can actually do things with my body and have it respond the way I want it to, instead of having to lumber around like a goddam ox with a spear literally thrown through and lodged in its chest. (And they thought I could dance without a single person ever showing me. Now that was a Master’s stroke of genius to that plan.) I can gain weight if I want to, I can lose weight if I want to, I can start smoking, I can quit smoking, I can avoid getting addicted, I can talk to a pretty girl without having a goddamn spasm. In fact, I could get up right now and start cutting my grass, but you're not going to fucking see me do it without a goddamn good reason and those are in ready fuckin’ short supply, I'm here to tell you, likely for the last time. (Temptation to become an arsonist mostly nil... mostly.) There's some people I can pay to do it, but I happen to like seeing it long; at least when I look at it, I feel like there's more than one grown up here.
I can even talk to an ugly lawnmowing troll without any necessity for spazzing involved. It's a nice change of pace, especially after 40 fucking years. So that's really the big improvement that allows me to apologize so well, the fact that I know now, that I knew that I was right the whole goddam time, and now you know it too. “Look at the size of that gravitas,” he nuanced in 2nd person grammatic form; thus adding that much more nuanced gravitas on top, is if it were the gravy poured upon the poutine of the reader's very Soul.
I could have shortened that apology up quite a bit, but I didn't want to make it too clear to any non-involved members of the passing by reading public just exactly what I'm talking about, and as always, I find it to be far more efficacious to play the fool and allow you to take all the credit for being great and everything you do, rather than challenge your authority in Dreamland.
Sorry about that. Scusi, mille regretie.
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Ancient alien theorists say yes.
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Something I'm surprised that I'm really grateful for is that there's no animals here to feed. I don't have to concern myself with that at all. It's pretty liberating. And really what good is a cat, anyway? There's a little rat that runs back and forth from the kitchen to the living room every once in awhile, actually I don't think it's a rat I think it's a mouse, well I guess it's probably around anyway I don't think there's more than one. It doesn't run back and forth a lot. I think I only see it once or twice a day. Sometimes I wonder if there's more than one rat, like in disguise, like a clandestine kind of thing, but no that one looks pretty much the same each time, so I think it's just one Lone Wolf rat.
Obviously I can't bring myself to kill it, and if it didn't want to be here it could just go right out the way it came in, however the Hell that was. Another advantage of living alone, I don't have to worry about negotiating for who gets to figure out how they're coming in, and who gets to concern themselves with shrieking ladders or whatever, it's... it's whatever. Besides, do I deserve any better Company? Oh, I think not.
https://youtu.be/ig5THkLTSKE
Burroughs had a longstanding preoccupation with magic and the occult, dating from his earliest childhood, and was insistent throughout his life that we live in a "magical universe". As he himself explained:
In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen. The dogma of science is that the will cannot possibly affect external forces, and I think that's just ridiculous. It's as bad as the church. My viewpoint is the exact contrary of the scientific viewpoint. I believe that if you run into somebody in the street it's for a reason. Among primitive people they say that if someone was bitten by a snake he was murdered. I believe that.
Are you really in need of an effective and magickal Exterminator?
Then ...
GET A CAT! GET A CAT! GET A CAT!
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Are you really in need of an effective and magickal Exterminator?
I prefer public humiliation to extermination. (Daleks hate him!!!) There was a whole bunch here before when the witches were teleporting in, it was nuts, and one is still remaining. I think it's perhaps a friend, but I don't know how to change a rat back into a witch... besides maybe this one isn't a witch, maybe it's Heather Evans — currently my favorite Heather, I'll have you know. It could be dragon lord hiding out, I don't really know or fucking care, just ask yourself do I look like a man who gives a shit about such things? no I don't. I look like a man who doesn't give a shit at all.
I have considered doing a cleanse of black magic on me though... Just in case something has been erected around my shielding. It could happen. Then again life is already easy mode, so what's wrong with a little challenge? Maybe somebody thinks they've got the upper hand.
I've got the Most High highest hand, but once again I really don't want to boast. I prefer to praise. Too bad Hitler left at the full moon portal over the weekend. See you next time, Baby.
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I prefer public humiliation to extermination. (Daleks hate him!!!) There was a whole bunch here before when the witches were teleporting in, it was nuts, and one is still remaining. I think it's perhaps a friend, but I don't know how to change a rat back into a witch... besides maybe this one isn't a witch, maybe it's Heather Evans — currently my favorite Heather, I'll have you know. It could be dragon lord hiding out, I don't really know or fucking care, just ask yourself do I look like a man who gives a shit about such things? no I don't. I look like a man who doesn't give a shit at all.
I have considered doing a cleanse of black magic on me though... Just in case something has been erected around my shielding. It could happen. Then again life is already easy mode, so what's wrong with a little challenge? Maybe somebody thinks they've got the upper hand.
I've got the Most High highest hand, but once again I really don't want to boast. I prefer to praise. Too bad Hitler left at the full moon portal over the weekend. See you next time, Baby.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTsjkIPIikM
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I see the AI that's now been booted up, used to run Metron. Spam the Quote button; paste the YouTube link; GOSUB 900.
I can see how those years of fetid revulsion just flew by in your memory as they moved you through the time stream. Good night, Tulpa. Maybe Hitler will be baking muffins in the morning... not really sure I need to stay here anymore, although I'm not really sure if my tulpas are literate. I've never gone back to see what one has done with itself in my absence.
Apparently, pretending to be Metro at one point. What a revolting attempt to smear me that was, by the way. Now that it makes sense, it doesn't impress me any better. Just think, you could have told me why you dumped me instead of telling everybody else that I dumped you, but maybe you couldn't find a video for that, nor an emoticon to go with it.
I'm glad this is all settled.
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I see the AI that's now been booted up, used to run Metron. Spam the Quote button; paste the YouTube link; GOSUB 900.
I can see how those years of fetid revulsion just flew by in your memory as they moved you through the time stream. Good night, Tulpa. Maybe Hitler will be baking muffins in the morning... not really sure I need to stay here anymore, although I'm not really sure if my tulpas are literate. I've never gone back to see what one has done with itself in my absence.
Apparently, pretending to be Metro at one point. What a revolting attempt to smear me that was, by the way. Now that it makes sense, it doesn't impress me any better. Just think, you could have told me why you dumped me instead of telling everybody else that I dumped you, but maybe you couldn't find a video for that, nor an emoticon to go with it.
I'm glad this is all settled.
We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
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We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
No shit, Sherlock: that's why I'm taking the solstice portal out of this dump. You squares can roar at each other all you like in peace while my tulpa probably won't even need to stay behind. To do what? Clean?
I already said that I was just passing through. I'm on a mission for a particular vessel, and you're just a troll. It's your supemassive ego that has caused you to relentlessly auto-discern that I must be after one thing and one thing only. (Note that statements can be readily applied to all of your ilk on this level of reality as well.) It's fuckin' tedious, I won't mince words. Where was this desire for a one night stand in my twenties? Oh, right, no Sourcery, no oxygen, no legitimate emotional awareness because you've been burning out your dopamine reserves since before you met me... it's no surprise, really, now that I think about it, which I never did, because I assumed if I was being stalked by some witch-like disembodied being pretending to be you, the actual you must be on some other plane of reality. And heavens forfend you get caught making a statement, can't trust Jack, after all, that Special Privileges stuff is just a faerie tale. (I think it's hilarious, I got two bullshit Orders that stops 4 people. Do me a favor! Woot!)
You probably don't think about this kind of thing very much, or else you wouldn't have been surprised to discover that I eventually figured out that you and Grapefruit were ooooobviously working together, and just as obviously: neither of you figured out that I never bothered to assume I was being lied to openly and then chose to accept it.
Neither of you knew me very well. Try being honest with yourself for awhile before taking another shot at the title, you'll be all the better for it. One time she says to me, snarled, really: "You need to do your interior work, Jack!" She was pissed about something, no idea what, because it all boiled down to key foundational aspects of my personality: I can be reasoned with, but I can't be bought, and once she started to enjoy sex and drugs without me, it was fucking over for her. Not being addicted to either, she became incapable of understanding a single word I ever said.
Words like, "no," "stop," "this won't work," "you're killing me with this," seemed important to me. I think she lost her backup at the worst possible times. And she never seemed to remember that she asked me for help. Now, I don't know about you, but when I am asked to -help,- that is exactly what I fucking do.
You might have noticed--you never asked for help, you just had your (blank) do it for you. And that worked out gangbusters for me. lol.
We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
You're going to need a bigger fag. I'll be gone soon enough and then some beta tulpa-like dude will be here in my place. I'm sure you'll remember, it'll be like it used to be, except with (HALF) the scheming. Since I don't need to preserve my crumbling edifice of power after getting my ass handed to me in Immortal Kombat. (Or whatever that d-bag called it while strutting naked around the room; don't tell me he doesn't, all real men do.) By the way, I have three layers of kinetic shielding active now: Country & Western, Mirror, and Lasagna. 'Ware your Puny selves. Not impressed so far, not likely to become so in the next 3-4 days, and since Hitler just bailed, I don't really need to wait to for my other friend to catch up--real friends know how to get my attention without leaving nine obscene voicemails per hour.
We’re all against you, Jack. :-*
You're a sex addict and a dopeslave. You're against whatever your Controller puts you against. The irony is delish. Call me a junkie again, just for old times' sake.
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No shit, Sherlock: that's why I'm taking the solstice portal out of this dump. You squares can roar at each other all you like in peace while my tulpa probably won't even need to stay behind. To do what? Clean?
I already said that I was just passing through. I'm on a mission for a particular vessel, and you're just a troll. It's your supemassive ego that has caused you to relentlessly auto-discern that I must be after one thing and one thing only. (Note that statements can be readily applied to all of your ilk on this level of reality as well.) It's fuckin' tedious, I won't mince words. Where was this desire for a one night stand in my twenties? Oh, right, no Sourcery, no oxygen, no legitimate emotional awareness because you've been burning out your dopamine reserves since before you met me... it's no surprise, really, now that I think about it, which I never did, because I assumed if I was being stalked by some witch-like disembodied being pretending to be you, the actual you must be on some other plane of reality. And heavens forfend you get caught making a statement, can't trust Jack, after all, that Special Privileges stuff is just a faerie tale. (I think it's hilarious, I got two bullshit Orders that stops 4 people. Do me a favor! Woot!)
You probably don't think about this kind of thing very much, or else you wouldn't have been surprised to discover that I eventually figured out that you and Grapefruit were ooooobviously working together, and just as obviously: neither of you figured out that I never bothered to assume I was being lied to openly and then chose to accept it.
Neither of you knew me very well. Try being honest with yourself for awhile before taking another shot at the title, you'll be all the better for it. One time she says to me, snarled, really: "You need to do your interior work, Jack!" She was pissed about something, no idea what, because it all boiled down to key foundational aspects of my personality: I can be reasoned with, but I can't be bought, and once she started to enjoy sex and drugs without me, it was fucking over for her. Not being addicted to either, she became incapable of understanding a single word I ever said.
Words like, "no," "stop," "this won't work," "you're killing me with this," seemed important to me. I think she lost her backup at the worst possible times. And she never seemed to remember that she asked me for help. Now, I don't know about you, but when I am asked to -help,- that is exactly what I fucking do.
You might have noticed--you never asked for help, you just had your (blank) do it for you. And that worked out gangbusters for me. lol.
You're going to need a bigger fag. I'll be gone soon enough and then some beta tulpa-like dude will be here in my place. I'm sure you'll remember, it'll be like it used to be, except with (HALF) the scheming. Since I don't need to preserve my crumbling edifice of power after getting my ass handed to me in Immortal Kombat. (Or whatever that d-bag called it while strutting naked around the room; don't tell me he doesn't, all real men do.) By the way, I have three layers of kinetic shielding active now: Country & Western, Mirror, and Lasagna. 'Ware your Puny selves. Not impressed so far, not likely to become so in the next 3-4 days, and since Hitler just bailed, I don't really need to wait to for my other friend to catch up--real friends know how to get my attention without leaving nine obscene voicemails per hour.
You're a sex addict and a dopeslave. You're against whatever your Controller puts you against. The irony is delish. Call me a junkie again, just for old times' sake.
I’m on the opposite side of the country from you. I’ve never met grapefruit, nor
would I want to. No offense, chief but I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic. Have fun accusing everyone of being everyone else wherever it is you’re going.
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Have fun accusing everyone of being everyone else wherever it is you’re going.
Let's take a quick 5 moments to go over how quantum entanglement works. Number one: you don't even know what planet you're/your on\Moron. Oh, you call it Earth and the sky is blue and a person who looks like you and acts like a snobby real estate agent lives there at your address. Well, that description applies to at least 11,235 planets, according to the telemetry at my disposal; and your Firmament may or may not be cracked, but either way it leaks like a sieve, has for years, and I definitely heard reports over here in the last couple weeks that some "mad scientists" were launching nukes at the Firmament until they blew a crack/hole in it.
First Contact came shortly thereafter; naturally the news has been mostly supressed. (Most people really cannot handle certain implications.) Now, I don't know about your place, but my place, I don't know who lives at your address, in your state, on your continent, and I've never been there and I don't are, so the quantum waveform doesn't collapse when the streams are crossed. Like this. Hi! Am I tulpa? It doesn't really matter right now.
And the same message goes to both places, and is interpretable by both you and your sub-beings. With me so far, I (hope you are/don't really give a shit). Jesus, how did you get that superego in there? It's absolutely ginormous. It's like one of those model ships that's built inside a water cooler bottle, one tiny Jester's slave carrying the pieces in one by one, with one lone eagle to dropship the 2x4s on his kidneys in pears/Paris\pairs. Sounds inexpressibly painstaking to me, but obviously the results are worth the effort for you; look how nice it looks on you when you accuse me of accusing you of something that I didn't even know was such a big deal. (So sensitive, Trollda. Go hug.)
I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic.
Then you probably better call the one you got and tell him to stop drinking if you suddenly find yourself giving a shit so much, while I go back to work at my current job: It's my duty as well as My Sacred Honor to hurry up and not_smoke more of this not_meth, Square Britches. I'm not here for your amusement, Playthingy. *click*
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I’m on the opposite side of the country from you.
This is way more information than I need to know about your second twice-removed cousin's favorite 2nd grade substitute teacher's gardener's poolboy's androgyn daughter, but thanks for making that clear, Ego/Id. Does Superego know you're hurting my feelings? Make sure to take notes, it'll want to savor the joy of whatever agony I might be experiencing while putting up with your Is/Not_Is conundrums. (Do you get paid to suffer this balderdash? Wait, no need: TMI.)
I’ve never met grapefruit
You seem pretty certain that none of the shapeshifting time-travelers that you've run into at the grocery store were ever her. Maybe you get your food/whores/shit delivered. Well, if so, I don't bring you flowers anymore; you're safe.
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would I want to. No offense, chief but I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic.
No offense taken, and no offense given: sounds like you met someone else's Grapefruit. Mine's a... well, she's Quantum right now and I don't know or want to know what she's going to show up as next time anyway--or if there even is a next time. (If it helps you parse this any, know that I don't give a shit either way, given that I'm not culpable and don't carry a grudge. Plus, I'm not a snooty racist snobby bigoted misandrist, she can show up with a actual erect penis sticking out through the front of her sundress, for all I care; Hell, that would likely be a strict upgrade.) Also, if I get a chance, I'm gonna cure her alcoholism... maybe. It depends. I don't know how bent out of shape she's gonna get when I tell her that Tribal Council says we can't get married/Married/MARRIED. (One of them will be actually disappointed, since I'm an actual catch and she can't ever get me to put my geck in a noose again, as it was a one-time-only thing, this Sourceror + Unicorn in Holy Hell Hoes In (Blank). Whatever the fuck it was. It was for the First Horseman. It was a feinting manuever. That's all I know right now, I've got 10 more weeks to go. (Like you care.)) So she might have a desire to kill her relentless craving for BOTTLE! You know the one. Anyway, I suggested she do something about that, FIVE YEARS AGO, and she said this:
"BUTT OUT JACK!!!" As you know, I live to serve. I hear she had fun storming the castle. It didn't take a miracle to bring her back; she was built to come back from the deadlands. (Navy standards.)
Have fun accusing everyone of being everyone else wherever it is you’re going.
No. I actually know how to use English correctly, (Supermassive Ego + Blanky_as_an_afterthought). Yeesh. You know, I'm not the one who told you that I hoped you'd never meet her, you dig? I'd ask you to lighten up, but I'm legit fearful you'd reflexively blow an actual gasket as an immediate action with no saving throw.
And I am tryna be nice. Nice? I hear it got nuked a couple times. The French didn't care for the mindwipe very much, I gather; I think they didn't like being robbed/cheated of the memories of yet another surrender... and, Sacre Blue! Deus (2)? Deus surrendere??? They probably wanted to invite a new cheese to mark the occasion.
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I can do a lot better than an overweight, middle-aged alcoholic.
Oh and I heard that Miller has... well, I don't wanna be crass, or liable, so... but that's what I heard. Awwww shucks.
I also am pleased to hear that you are clearly fully confident that you're good enough, you're smart enough, and even if people do or don't like you, you can do better than what I would have been if I had stayed home and never got Activated. Third time's the charm. You know, this is a very surreal experience for me, do you have any inkling of that? Do you... appreciate what a gift this experience is for me? I know you don't see it as a gift, omg, it's like keeping an ant farm under glass and suddenly the Queen Ant starts hollering at you to take out the trash in the screeching dulcet tones of Auntie Em.
"OI! OI! YOU THERE, RAGGEDY MAN/ANDY/ANTIMATTER CONTAINMENT MANNEQUIN! WELCOME TO THUNDEROME, WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER HERO THOUGH, YOU IN THE JACKET, YOU, YOU, JACK, YES YOU, DON'T JUST STAND THERE
GET THE FUCK OUT YOU'RE NOT INVITED." (By the way I still think your lodge Master is a rude cunt. Yeah, I said it. So there.)
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wherever it is you’re going.
Home. (I was born there.) There's an Abo there with a vessel shaped like a Coca-Cola bottle. I shit you not. My hand to God. And according to the telemetry at my disposal, I have no way of knowing which of the three/Three\tree of you might have been as well, and I don't overly care if I were to happen to find one (1) of you there, as that's not what I'm going Home for; but if I do encounter whatever passes for your "flesh" there, I'm just hoping you won't be so fuckin' fragile. Anxiety-wise, I'm saying. (On my latest planet, they have pills for that kind of thing. Did you take all the ones that they had ever made where you are? So grabby. So needy. So GIMME THE BAG NOW GO TO JAIL. PERFECT BIRTHDAY HIGH SCORE, LIFE PATH GOAL COMPLETE.) What have you been doing for the last 30 years, replacing your nervous system with actual spun glass fibers? Probably, that sounds like something you would do and chalk it up to something I did. Pfftt. You must be a real blast at parties with incredibly tight security. Did you get circumcised yet? I do NOT recommend it, and I think your Superego should probably get used to the idea that some things are not necessary for it to get all grabby over. Yeesh.
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I prefer public humiliation to extermination. (Daleks hate him!!!) There was a whole bunch here before when the witches were teleporting in, it was nuts, and one is still remaining. I think it's perhaps a friend, but I don't know how to change a rat back into a witch... besides maybe this one isn't a witch, maybe it's Heather Evans — currently my favorite Heather, I'll have you know. It could be dragon lord hiding out, I don't really know or fucking care, just ask yourself do I look like a man who gives a shit about such things? no I don't. I look like a man who doesn't give a shit at all.
I have considered doing a cleanse of black magic on me though... Just in case something has been erected around my shielding. It could happen. Then again life is already easy mode, so what's wrong with a little challenge? Maybe somebody thinks they've got the upper hand.
I've got the Most High highest hand, but once again I really don't want to boast. I prefer to praise. Too bad Hitler left at the full moon portal over the weekend. See you next time, Baby.
Put on your kilt and lather up, kid. You're in for a fight.
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Put on your kilt and lather up, kid. You're in for a fight.
I'm a high vibrational teacher & a qualified registered and raised legitimately Referee. Also I got invisible alien life forms here.
To say that I am stoked is the understatement of the century. Probably not going to wear the kilt though, it's cold.
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I'm a high vibrational teacher & a qualified registered and raised legitimately Referee. Also I got invisible alien life forms here.
To say that I am stoked is the understatement of the century. Probably not going to wear the kilt though, it's cold.
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I am aware of the immense irony that comes along with Mike Kuczi being A Prophet Risen to Save Mankind. I try not to let it go to my head; it's really a thankless, intense job that no one else really wants to do, but loving (Blanky) and servicing Life's Special Needs are really what I was built and born and bred to do.
I am endlessly amused by this. Fortunately I made sure to be the kind of Clergy that still gets to consume his own essence, because: Standards. (I like it better than grape juice and saltines, honestly. It's not a -fetish.- It's a discipline.) I don't get what other people do with it. Like, what, in the garbage? Or the toilet? Where poop goes? WTAF? How rude and wasteful!! Even if it didn't have chi-magick power in it! (totally does)
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I am aware of the immense irony that comes along with Mike Kuczi being A Prophet Risen to Save Mankind. I try not to let it go to my head; it's really a thankless, intense job that no one else really wants to do, but loving (Blanky) and servicing Life's Special Needs are really what I was built and born and bred to do.
I am endlessly amused by this. Fortunately I made sure to be the kind of Clergy that still gets to consume his own essence, because: Standards. (I like it better than grape juice and saltines, honestly. It's not a -fetish.- It's a discipline.) I don't get what other people do with it. Like, what, in the garbage? Or the toilet? Where poop goes? WTAF? How rude and wasteful!! Even if it didn't have chi-magick power in it! (totally does)
Apparently, you couldn’t even save your own house. How are you going to save mankind?! By accusing everyone of being everyone else? ;D
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Apparently, you couldn’t even save your own house.
I'm standing in it. It's not bad. I am open to re-assessment, in fact I insist. The LFP house was a sacrifice; I really never wanna see it again, but I'm not afraid or ashamed of it. (So fucking haunted.) So... apparently, you've been misinformed. I'm standing in my farmhouse on 4.1 acres with my name on it. I don't think anyone is gonna be taking it... except you, and as it's gonna come with me. Hey, that reminds me. Do you need money? I have some Krugerrands (not really) and... whatever. (Really.)
How are you going to save mankind?!
Well, first things first: save the woman with the very comfortable looking shoes who took me to Green Lake to show them off, and then make the feet -actually- comfortable, and then eventually, I expect the kind man within me will be able to think clearly. (I am deeply traumatized beyond words to describe.) Also, I think I did save it already by completing The Great Work. (/blush) Seems that it was a big deal. Also I might have a starship waiting for me if it isn't getting stolen by DT. (I do like her. Whose?)
By accusing everyone of being everyone else? ;D
I could never accuse you of being Mr. Plumb. You argue too much like a girl to ever be mistaken for him. So, that's one down. You might pass for Jerry Matchett in the right color light with a few drinks in me, though.
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I'm standing in it. It's not bad. I am open to re-assessment, in fact I insist. The LFP house was a sacrifice; I really never wanna see it again, but I'm not afraid or ashamed of it. (So fucking haunted.) So... apparently, you've been misinformed. I'm standing in my farmhouse on 4.1 acres with my name on it. I don't think anyone is gonna be taking it... except you, and as it's gonna come with me. Hey, that reminds me. Do you need money? I have some Krugerrands (not really) and... whatever. (Really.)
Well, first things first: save the woman with the very comfortable looking shoes who took me to Green Lake to show them off, and then make the feet -actually- comfortable, and then eventually, I expect the kind man within me will be able to think clearly. (I am deeply traumatized beyond words to describe.) Also, I think I did save it already by completing The Great Work. (/blush) Seems that it was a big deal. Also I might have a starship waiting for me if it isn't getting stolen by DT. (I do like her. Whose?)
I could never accuse you of being Mr. Plumb. You argue too much like a girl to ever be mistaken for him. So, that's one down. You might pass for Jerry Matchett in the right color light with a few drinks in me, though.
Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
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Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
I've got a formerly cursed $100 bill from The Bahamas/Bermuda/Jamaica. Guess right and... well, let's put it this way. I earned by saving a Jesuit Scholar's life from his own goddam foolishness. Want it? Boom, it's yours.
No really. I need to ear your voice though. This is crucial. Because male brains imprint that way, I can assure you, and your voicemail greeting makes my vision blur and my knees buckle and I get -literally fucking dizzy.- Every word of this is true.
MOAR
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I've got a formerly cursed $100 bill from The Bahamas/Bermuda/Jamaica. Guess right and... well, let's put it this way. I earned by saving a Jesuit Scholar's life from his own goddam foolishness. Want it? Boom, it's yours.
No really. I need to ear your voice though. This is crucial. Because male brains imprint that way, I can assure you, and your voicemail greeting makes my vision blur and my knees buckle and I get -literally fucking dizzy.- Every word of this is true.
MOAR
Pass. You should send that bill to Noory though. He can use it to pay to have some evil babies aborted.
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Pass. You should send that bill to Noory though. He can use it to pay to have some evil babies aborted.
206 362 5256
And, with that... Bellgab fini.
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And, with that... Bellgab fini.
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Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
/me offers you the most magickal money he has.
Pass. You should send that bill to Noory
Let me be clear here, Teats. I'm a 19 yo girl in a 49 yo Hungarian body. It's in decent shape, and I'm not opposed to sculpting it to your wishes. I registered as gay because, once again, I'm a girl, and I hunger incessantly for a return to the birth canal, as do most of us.
So then, you reject my gift of a magickal monetary nature--which YOU FUCKING DARED ME TO DO--and told me to give it to Noory. Okay, well, dare me to call him and tell Snoory the whole story, thus enabling me to find a way to completely humiliate you ACROSS THE ENTIRE CONTINENT ON LIVE BROADCAST RADIO.
So. Am I supposed to double dog dare you at this point, or is this when Big Jim Donahue jumps out of a closet to begin to totespegrape me? Your traditions and customs are unfamiliar to me... but obviously, you must be willing for me to learn what "sexual punishment" is all about.
(As the phone has not rung... well, I don't get it. I'm supposed to... like, advance upon your flesh now, is that it? Well, I do need a shower.
and you could use some empathy, because my feelings are actually hurting now. Sniff. Sniffle. Snuffleupagushitloadsofspeednow,whythefuckknot.)
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Yes, yes you are. And I am fun to not be with, because you can tell the entire world what I am really like, and they are gonna be impressed. I guarantee it. (It has always been this way. You will not be any exception. And you don't know even know... I'm not only fun to be with, I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF THE VERY CONCEPT OF FUN ITSELF. Ask ALAH--but careful. She's quite... descriptive.) Maybe guarantee is the wrong word. Hrrm.
I'm so much goddam fun that you could have ALL the drugs and I wouldn't even notice any lack on my own part. I drink energy in through my optic nerves when I look at you, for pity's sake. I don't think you're actually reading what I'm writing. Try wiggling your eyebrows at the screen, maybe the serif fonts will straight to sans. (That -could- happen but more likely is that you'll take the serif off of my Fountain.)
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He can use it to pay to have some evil babies aborted.
Can we start with Adria? I can bring her back to life. Probably. She has a soul, right? And then, when her eyes snap open: a sardine sandwich. Organic, of course.
Now, if you'll excuse me, one of my private investigators is giving me -mildly less shit- than you are. Isostasy demands a re-float.
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Isostasy demands a re-float.
Oh someone wants a "do-over" alright. You know why? Because KUCZI + RUBINI were not supposed to win within 12 hours. And we fucking just did.
BOOM BOOM BANG BANG
See? He's rehabbed. Lubb U, and K-dubbstar too. (I'm spent.)
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Well, it's like this: some planets have not yet won their war versus The Prince yet, and Our planet... won it differently than most.
SINISTAR LIVES. NO, I DO NOT HUNGER. I AM STUFFING MY FACE WITH COW. RRRRAAAAGH.
Basically just focus on --relaxing.-- For me, at this point, it was literally 2-3 weeks before I would stop feelng dizzy as soon as I sat down.
It was wild.
MK-ULTRA: KUCZIMAGICK? Probably not a rodent of unusual size, that's for totessure/*\tonsure.
(I will admit that the second psychokinetic shielding & the Divine shielding do not protect me from being annoyed, butt fuck, but—I went to public school... this is far and away, way more endurable than that. Monty saw IT; I wouldn't ask him about IT, if I were you, but I'm here to tell you: I wouldn't get caught dead in those shoes, and you can rest assured I won't be either. /grin (MY SHOES RULE. NOT_Q WORTHAUGER*eol)
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KUCZI + RUBINI were not supposed to win within 12 hours. And we fucking just did. [...] (I'm spent.)
This angle did not re-present itself again, which was just as well with me, as I have no awareness of what's happening in this sphere. Since we dominated, I had assumed as much. How many times must a man establish dominance?
AS MANY TIMES AS HE DEEMS FIT. I wouldn't expect anything else from me on this arrangement, as I really have nothing to do with it, don't have any thing going on in that direction... and my goddam phone still gets phantom messages.
I assume that this is coming from a series of Klingons that I also have no control over. I am not aware of how to evaluate that, so I'll probably just ignore such complexities until I can find any compelling reason to get someone to fill me in.
No one tells me a fucking thing of any substantial or relevant subject and I am forced to consider: perhaps there are those who wish no success here at all. Useless bloody mongrels. Savages. No better than rogue bonsai gardeners.
I don't know how much to complain yet but I am not content with what has been done. Who would be? I can't even write a goddam text message. This EMERGENCY is beyond insipid. On the bright side if someone does this again, I am prepared.
to gargle Drano.
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
Oh, by the way, "pate"? You're obviously being paid a lot of money to be a frontin' decoy for someone else. Just so you know, I don't care, this isn't my business, but let me explain something to you: you thought it would be easier to lie to me to get what you wanted and then blame me later when your whole plan from the beginning was something else, now wasn't it?
Well, you are an idiot in any case. You should probably not blame me for your problems, but since you seem to think that I'm this big-time drug dealer who needs to hide money from drug sales, hahahahah a, and, you're enough of a corrupt rapist thug to actually pull that off, here I am, out ahead of your curve.
Plus, I'm just sick of your relentless faggotry. I no longer am a lover, not a figher. I don't love anymore. Now, I am gonna drive you to fucking suicide and not one goddam person who reads this message board will -ever- wonder why.
Happy Merry Birthday Christmas, you pathetic cheatdick shitbag. You really thought I was gonna let you get away with all this, huh? YOU PAY EVERYONE ELSE, YOU FUCKING ISOLATE ME, AND THEN YOU KEEP LAUGHING? Like, whatever, you must have thought I really was gay. (whispers:you're closeted, you're demented.... oh, no, actually, what you are is engaging in identity theft. shit-for-brains. EVEYRONE KNOWS IT, but until I reported it to police, they were --mysteriously-- unable to figure this out. Well, now they can.
Fuck you, asshole. You pissed me off for the once more time that enabled me to get a free toaster. Dosevedanya, motherfucker. No, you hang up. No! U! No, YOU hang up! hehe! okay, yeah, I'll see you later (gonna knife you in the ribs, you kike fuck) #Shalom
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I've created a way for Certain Lost Ancestors in past timelines, once thought lost for all Eternity, can now be brought forward with much less total expenditure of energy. This means that Certain Whining Personages will no longer be able to claim, for example, Noblesse Oblige, or Royal Privilege, or Manifest Destiny, or Eminent Domain, or "Girrnrne, Gimrne, GIMME DAT! (*kill*)", which are just a few of the ways in which The Power Elite and The Hobo Elite have bamboozled and enslaved Humanity (and other races) with for uncounted millenia. No more will slavery be tolerated on this world, in this realm, at this time... LET THIS ONE PLACE REMAIN FREE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. I'm so sick of this garbage nonsense. How sick? Well, sick enough that I'm writing this and publishing it public and looking like "a troll," that's how sick, oh, and, by the way, Ziggy: kiss my grits, you two-bit dime store detective novel floozy. You jump to a lot of erroneous conclusions, did anyone ever tell you that? Well, they have now. But I digress. Here we go.
I have done this for two reasons, and two reasons only. Number one, I angered the wrong female human, a long time ago. Imagine the odor of burnt sulphur, rising from cracks in the Earth, surrounding you for 3 decades, with no cure in sight. Truly, there is no fury, Hell truly has none, that compares to that of a woman unfairly scorned. Imagine the smell of the perfume she was gonna have to use HALF the a bottle of to use in order to cover up her guilt, shame, and ceaseless spiritual torment! Because that's what she was gonna sell enough of her crypto to afford half a bottle to do, and, wow, she has that much crypto, huh? I had no idea. Maybe she can teach me how to do something with it besides get blacklisted. I mean, Hunga-gunga-listed. Someday. Not right now. She's busy. She's working. (Doing what, I have no idea, because if she knew what I knew, she could just wash all that crypto she's sitting on legally, instead of being an anxiety-ridden freak show all the damn time. Not that she's a coward, no, far from it, she just knows that she has enough enemies that the statistical likelihood of keeping her crypto without getting one of her favorite fancy cars keyed would be slim to none. (I hear she's mellowed some since she has learned about The Sourceror's Apology ritual, but still, this woman is fierce, cranky, and now in chains (no body runs in high heels forever) and she had exhausted all other options... because obviously, she wasn't gonna just tell the truth, right? How unthinkable! Especially since the truth is that I did nothing wrong, and she was just -that-- embarassed. (I don't blame her. Ugh.) So, when I heard that she gonna do all this nonsense, rather than just simply HAVE A GODDAM CONVERSATION with me, I knew the time was right to strike Vulcan's anvil (an old friend from, uh, "college") and trigger the moment of the technological revelation.
Hi, my name is KUCZI, and I'm an inventor, and I don't need to here any backtalk from any of you Punies on this, okay? Good. It's happening in Astral, in fact it already happened, and if you wanna call me a troll, you better have a reason for it besides what's been passed about as good enough before. #MyAnvil, ye foul witches, and despair, you'll have to blame someone else for your problems besides me from now on. Because this -did- work. That's why I'm mentioning it now, I don't want it to spoil yet another Labor Day Weekend. THAT I WORKED ON. Are we clear on that? I DO JOBS. I HAVE WORK. NO, IT'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS. Here, I'll have Vulcan put the Keygem in a secure box for you, I'll just shove you in the right direction the next time you complain about how I'm not doing enough for you, or bought shoes enough for you, or didn't pay enough taxes, or didn't work as hard, or didn't make enough money, or provide you with an iron-clad place to funnel your crypto through... you know, I'm so laaaazy. So, I arranged to address all these concerns, ALL AT ONCE. Okay? Good. (Also I put a D'jinni in a bottle for you, but I was saving that for your birthday, but then someone dismantled my (blank) and I couldn't move it forward in time so I let it go, I couldn't ask anyone else to wait around 30 years to have a conversation like -some- people. (IT -will- be back, and maybe you can make your first Wish that IT gets a job too, and a TaxpayersID#, and a 401(k), and a health care plan, and... I KNOW! See? I told you it would have been great for your birthday. Too bad for you, someone else figured out how to accept an apology from me first, and now they have The Prize. Don't worry, you missed nothing: YOU are The Prize now. You're welcome. (I told you this was worth gold.) AI and IT are -not- the same thing. Elon -is- my friend, as matter of fact, but Dark Elon... well, he was kind of a dick, so I banished him. You're welcome. But I did that for myself, and not for you. And you know -how- I banished him, too, teehee! Let's continue.) Now, we have so much to talk about, but you'll just have to save that for someone else, because I'm not conversing here in public, and whichever simulacrum of me that you've been talking to in my place? Yeah, you go ahead. You have earned another me, and Elon will do, sure. I like him. Is he -fully- functional? Tell him to call me sometime, sure. Once you've learned TO SHARE. FOR IT IS DIVINE. And that's why Humanity gets free one-way trips through the "wyrmwhole" that I, MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI, invented and implemented, oh, about 6 months ago. 3 months ago? I forget. I don't know, fly out there and check the tags on its mattress. I know it's somewhere, and I know it works, and the longer it takes the Alpha Draconan Elites to find it, the better, and the longer it takes the Hobo Elite to find the entrance, the longer it will take before they try to steal it, find that they can't, and then piss on it to curse it to smell like muskrat forever. Because truly, that is The Way of Diogenes: The Ultimate Hobofather. (Just ask him. Ancient Greece.) We're not related, that's just where I banished him after he really, really irked me. And by the time he figures out how to travel forward in time, or Humanity figures out how to go back -that- far, I'll -maybe- be over my infuriation. Don't ask, but let's just say you're not the only one who has been upset. Okay? Moving on.
Now, the second reason, the reason I have essentially created a new form of "stable wormhole", which is a dumb name so I don't even know why I use it except this is YouTube, and I am sure the audience will get the wrong idea if I called it "a dragon whole." Because it's not -for- dragons to use. It is, however, ideally suited to bring them through one at a time from wherever it is that people are hunting dragons at. No more poaching elephants, Boys: go get yourselves a dragon trophy. You wanna put one in a zoo, be my guest--but if it is a live dragon, well...
Unless they pay me fifty billion dollars -- EACH -- to bring their adorable lizards through it. Humans, humanoids, hominids, Sasquatch, and ALL felines... they do get free passage (ONE WAY) but dragons have gotta pay Me.... DIRECT. ME, JACKDRAGONSTAR, DECLARES THE FEE TO BE FIFTY BILLION "DOLL-ARS" (which is a Cosmic term that means different things to you Puny mortals, ho ho ho), THATS'S THE FEE TO USE THE "WORMHOLE." USD$50,000,000,000. Does that seem like a lot? Well, I guess it might to you. it sure does to me too, I've been rockin' a Vow of Poverty for quite a while now, since I couldn't make any money anyway, due to a certain Positive Red Magick Wedding Curse I had put on me by, oh, I don't know--let's go with "someone." Fat, drunk, and penniless is no way to go through life, let me tell you, but you slap a red cross and a Vow on that mugshot, pretty soon, you might not have to beg for a meal. But I digress. I'm not going to beg for 50 Billions Buckerinos per Dragon, I'm just saying, they'll probably die if they go through while alive. Can't guarantee that, but, let's just say, I designed the spec to make me money and to make my parents proud. Well, they're already proud of their son. Eventually, they're gonna be proud of their rich son. So. If you still wanna buy half a bottle of Hellproof Shellproof Plus Perfume, Extra Shellac Grade, Triple AAA Quality--only the best for those hooves, of course--well, feel free to take the shortcut. I built it for you. And if you could teach a bull to dance, you could surely teach an Alpha Draconan to pay a price. (Find one you want dead and have him follow you. Let me know if s/he/it dies, thanks. For science! Also: let me know if it looks like it hurts.) 50 billion buckitinis. What? Look, don't worry about it. This is the 3D descriptor. This has -already- been created. In Astral. At Divine Court. Through Auspices of Council. FINE. Go check. Farewell. Whew. She's gone, and I don't blame her, after the hell that woman has been through, I don't blame her for being suspicious of me... nor do I fault her for seemingly telling the entire rest of the whole goddam world what a bastard she thought I was. But, "a troll"? Piss off Z; you're over the line. Step off. Thanks. #Respect. Oh, hey, do you have any used shoes I can buy off of you? I'll tell you where to mail them later. Pretend you got them from Imelda Marcos, okay? Cool.
All of this enhances the mystique, which is a very big deal in The Upper Planes. Currency-schmurency, it means nothing in The World Of The Absolute, which is where Real Work happens. You down here might as well all be Fisher-Price Kids, with your adorable weapons of mass destruction and your fancy pills that grow hairs and cocks but never a foreskin. Amazingly, just can't figure that one out, huh? And a cure for addiction, right? Just can't crack the code. Never enough funding. Awwww shucks. Maybe if I got a side hustle and made some charitable donations? let's see what i can do with fifty billions in crypto some day. it's worth a shot. The Alpha Draconan Elites can wipe their ass with that, trust me. I bet they're saving it up for donations to cure cancer, because they sure aren't using it to cure drug addiction. In fact, they seem to be spending a lot of resources on -preventing- anyone from developing such a cure. Well, hopefully, one day, someone will do something useful with their time in an alchemy lab besides just turning lead into gold over and over until a leprechaun teleports in and busts them for patent infringement. (That's how they end up getting Diogenes: patent violations, tax evasion, and stealing my alcohol. Remember: CRIME DOES NOT PAY. Alpha Draconans have been trifling with crime, but now that The Great Work has been completed, they were gearing up for a big score. Well, this nullifies their advantage. (You're welcome.) And they are -not- getting a free ride on my technology. EVER AGAIN. Anyway, that's what I did, and that's why I took so long, and this was a fine time to mention it, because now, my Divine TF Counterpart, she doesn't have to buy that expensive perfume--she can buy herself something useful, instead, like another pair of shoes--and she doesn't have to teach me the LoH Protocol... but she does if she wants to (blank) me, that's for sure, because her (blank) did the (blank). Don't ask. It's personal. She knows what I mean. And I am sure she loooooves that I put this in public, because...
OTHER PEOPLE KNOW TOO. SO DO THE PEOPLES BEYOND THE VEIL, AND I WILL NOT BE A PARTY TO YOUR SECRET DEALS.
GROSSE POINT BLANK.
SIGNED,
The_Kingpinner, JACKSTAR DRAGON S. SQUIRESTORMER, D.O.M.B., D.O.D.D., & ALSO: ABBOJUUL.
So there.
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I've created a way for Certain Lost Ancestors in past timelines, once thought lost for all Eternity, can now be brought forward with much less total expenditure of energy.
A 2022 commemorative quarter is already selling for hundreds of dollars online thanks to an error. (https://www.the-sun.com/money/6542230/wilma-mankiller-error-cud-tiktok/)
(https://www.the-sun.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/6/2022/10/ScreenshotCapture-2022-10-27-11-46-25-scjpg-JS771070393.jpg?w=1340)
You will not forget a name like Mankiller."
This is a Wayfarer's Mark. There are not many like it. And this one is not for you.
The quarter was released last summer as part of the US Mint's American Women's Quarter program, which celebrates notable American women and their contributions to society.
Mankiller, a Native American activist and chief, is one of five women to have a design on the inverse of a Washington quarter.
Yet, some of the Wilma Mankiller quarters have been discovered to have a cud error, which is when a die crack or break creates a blob-like appearance and cracks on the coin's surface.
The cud error can be found on the obverse above Washington's head, while there's a big crack on the inverse side.
It's five hers. Anchors away.
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It's five hers.
1/5 /REPORT /in
4/5 /ACCOUNT /ed:{Dr. Zhivago}
Anchors away.
Sometimes, I can figure out what I am hearing when I try to figure out what it all means. It doesn't really service my life's progress to peer intently into every diplomatic pouch that transits its way through the cyberpsychoembassy mailroom, and, this one, I really don't wanna know the contents of, truly.
Anyway, this is not any attempt to contact one (1) A.F.S. nor a/ny KC/G\unnerXX, EMERGENCY status neither express nor implied to be nothwithstanding. *stamps* Okay. That'll do.
Technically, all I gotta do -for sure- is acknowledge at least a passing demonstration of certitutde that I'm not seeking to establish "direct contact," and that way, as long as I don't drive around town in The Greens Bros. Mobile with a loudspeaker on top, no one can file false paper on me that says "he contacted an actress we hired to have hypnotized into believing she was (PROT) so when she saw that he was still driving and she was... " well, you get the idea. This is real shit, yo.
This is what my life has become: a price on my head, a tiny-little dick, and endless, relentless, mind-wrackingly delightful necessities to craft and compose a disclaimer... at the beck & bloody call of Authority.
It's for (school) class. What? Hi. Come here and debate me.
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1/5 /REPORT /in
2/5 /report /IN
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2/5 /report /IN
3/5 /report /OUT
3/5 /ACCOUNT /ed:{Dr. Detroit}
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2/5 /report /IN
2/5 /REPORT /ON
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2/5 /report /IN
0/5 /STRIKE /OUT /OHU /xt
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(https://i.imgflip.com/701zjw.jpg)
I bought a $600 phone and used it for 3 days before some dopeslave thug pretending to be a police officer confiscated it, claiming it was “evidence,” “needed” for a “trial” that still hasn't happened...
11 months later.
Now, while this may sound like a disappointment to me (sad!) and my standing in the world (even worse!!), it is of great comfort to me that I know who this person is, why they don't post here anymore, and that I haven't had to lift a finger to ID anyone. Nor will I. No one even asks, as I assume justifying wildly maladjusted budgets is a prime concern these days. (Rock the vote, Thuglyfe.)
By the way, I haven't reported my truck stolen yet. I don't want to ruin anyone's Thanksgiving... early. I think there's a birthday around there, too. Awwww, shucks.
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GET A CAT! GET A CAT! GET A CAT!
(https://i.postimg.cc/LXNG2Gws/4dtK.gif) (https://postimages.org/)
Another one stopped by today. Not really love at first sight, not really fond of a tabby in general, and of course I'm in no position to be taking on a plus one of any species.
I'll have more flexibility after the exoneration. Maybe I'll have an entire fleet of Russian Blues imported, and start doing genetic experiments on them in my Shadow Bunker. It really depends on how long it takes someone who should damn well know better to bring back my vehicle.
In the meantime looking over this thread, I'm proud of what I've accomplished with it—contact so indirect, even I barely remember what I was meaning to convey to each of the alters.
But a lot of them are pretty smart, I'm sure they will figure it out in time.
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Another one stopped by today. Not really love at first sight, not really fond of a tabby in general, and of course I'm in no position to be taking on a plus one of any species.
I'll have more flexibility after the exoneration. Maybe I'll have an entire fleet of Russian Blues imported, and start doing genetic experiments on them in my Shadow Bunker. It really depends on how long it takes someone who should damn well know better to bring back my vehicle.
In the meantime looking over this thread, I'm proud of what I've accomplished with it—contact so indirect, even I barely remember what I was meaning to convey to each of the alters.
But a lot of them are pretty smart, I'm sure they will figure it out in time.
You may learn to love them as much as they love you.
(https://i.postimg.cc/GtZFmqFX/am248x6-700b-3333062982.jpg) (https://postimages.org/)
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You may learn to love them as much as they love you.
Ran away like a future ex-girlfriend having a precognitive vision of a doomed Christmas. I have no cat enticements save for canned fish, and my only enticements in general are my present pro tempore immunity to taxes and death. (It's for school.)
I have no more imported Russian cod liver marinated in exotic oils. This land is claimed--SINIKLAWS holds dominion sway in my demesne. We are of two minds. We are of two bodies. Yet we share a singular passion: The Hunt.
Naturally, I go about it differently than a cat, and while I may not be the first pacifist human offering food here, there's no damn way that cat ever had that dish before, nor since.
Loyalty. Fealty. Flesh. I need a mouser--let's face it... Jackstar needs pussy. Look, I know there are consent issues -- I get it. But I'm willing to go cross-species... at this point, what difference would it really make?
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I have stood upon the fulcrum that was used to upset the axis that once spun our Earth, and put it all back to right spin after a sudden shrug (a lucky break–1st on site, had a lever on me, 2x luck) and before I let go and bolted before its fall to rehome on true plumb goaled, I would run from the whole world after stand and teeing on the return to true line X, I etched my chop to the Atlastone marked ET x Sprote, I left my own sign etched 4ever to lay at rest engraved eternal, under 4spinning 4sake'n'scotch this foreword= "you could only know I could always hold, if I never knew you were always cold.” Awkward prose with your world falling down stasis upon me, time pressured me to know, the faster I reset your spin, the sooner I might come to find that I might consume your D’Jinn. So at double threat of having been both left heavily signed dance cards written right along to the very edge of each side, I arranged to later take a sudden poetry break in my daily grinding stride, so I could take the time to make the time to get her words together to get together with her to get her to get you to tell her how we had ever got to get put together, at the place of goaled posts over never seen gold until the world was put out of plum; owning its first write, that fulcrum 4ever made ours but until you saw my etching laid bare, you spun above it endlessly; as long you were, my declaration ground itself silently upwards from words hurriedly carved hopewards, so if that might ever did go awkwards, it was to you by choosing first, my devotion to your priority turning cockwards.
This ensured my read-in within timing parameters that would be available, no matter the circumstances.
Nor, the complications.
Posit proof of concept as wholly Holy proven.
As of today, any one could reliably say... IT WORKS.
I reached that milestone goal of proof in previous years.
And now, you know now, what all must know: 5 years mission, exploring in missing space, time flying high, ACES HIGH.
I am calling on the phone. This one goes out to the one I love.
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https://twitter.com/Avargas2403/status/1542685462019596291
Now, I actually do want a goddam Pepsi, m*********** click J★eol055:0
https://youtu.be/KjrWw0h1qeo
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Dear (PROT),
I could explain what it would seem most everyone is missing out on, but as I don't know what the shot is, I won't be opening my mouth.
Oh, I remember the good ol' days, when I couldn't be told anything, and kept away from common areas, lest I gain some forbidden insight.
Irony of ironies... now that I know everything, no one wishes to ask. They've got it all, of course. What good am I?
Indeed.
What good?
Signed,
a jolly good fellow (you took back your nickel) huddled down clear of the blast zone
p.s.: they think I actually thought I would ever see you or the truck again. it's gonna be a bloodbath.
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Dear (PROT),
I could explain what it would seem most everyone is missing out on, but as I don't know what the shot is, I won't be opening my mouth.
That was exquisite. Not worth it all by itself, but, a good grab for me. And I am in sore need of such moments, truly. It's not that my health is bad.. it's that, it's not going in the right direction, and I don't care. When strangers have to care, and I still don't--Matt Houston, we have a problem.
it's gonna be a bloodbath.
I know, because I was there, and I felt it: people just can't imagine that unconditional love can exist in a place like this. But, it does.
For your mother. You, on the other hand, I can't contact because EMERGENCY hurr DURR and... look, whose idea was this? Because I'm not going to report myself for rape. Nor am I gonna go into my archives and find the audio file. Nor am I gonna... et cetera. And the reason... is that everyone has suffered enough.
Except for CancerBoy and Tonka Trucker Tramp, which I don't mean to be very insulting, but... look. What am I doing here? I am not under house arrest. I could even leave the state, if I -really- needed to. I do not.
What do I need? *sigh* Patients. Lots of patients. I wanna play house with the headhunter expansion package I am working on implementing.
Just kidding. I'm just sitting around wasting time. I have ideas, sure, but... laser tripwire claymore mines. Seem to be everywhere. I dare not make one false move, mostly because, I'm -not- entirely sure what is going down. On. Whatever.
For example... whatever just happened, I wiped it from my memory before it could settle in. I don't want to prejudice myself, or react badly. I honestly don't carry grudges by choice, and I don't know what it is that you thought happened. I don't even want to tell you!
I mean, unless you do, but that's not important right now. I guess. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I flirted with your brother and made an emotional connection with your sister, how many of them? I don't know. Does it matter at this point? Because emotional blackmail is a terrible thing, and it would be an awful experience for me to have to deal with that for real.
I love you, and I hope you had/have a lovely birthday. Note that I am supposedly to be totally devastated, and yet, I am not, and the reason is, in the demonstration of Mastery, I get a lot of endorphins off of being calm, relaxed, and totally not disappointed to be childless, single, and not addicted to anything. Dependent, yes, but I -chose- that. Not like toothpaste. We're born being addicted to that. Nothing to be done.
Now meanwhile, I don't think anyone is going to be hauling me off to jail, but--I've been wrong before. And it -is- serious. That's why I'm not playing around, I might break something important, and something important about that is... at this point, I won't even notice, let alone care.
Solitude has not served me well. Your friends have acted as though I were dangerous law enforcement. Again? Wow. Assuming I am looking for you? Uhm... oh, i get it: they know they'll get a screeching earful from you, which I remember well, which is not something I can do much about, but perhaps the police might have some ideas. (I don't mind their point of view, because at least now they know who I am, which is a privilege they were afforded by listening to you, and your reports, and your ilk, and your ilk's reports, and their biscuits & pancakes battle rattle.
I guess I should look at that Discovery document(s). I mean, this all sounds pretty serious, what are my options here, can I cross-examine you while barechested? I figure that would distract the judge, at least/teats, allons-y!
I'm okay; thanks for asking. I am a rock, I am an island. You appear to be okay. I mean, I really don't know what the, ah, arrangements are now.
I'll just wait.
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I've created a way for Certain Lost Ancestors in past timelines, once thought lost for all Eternity, can now be brought forward with much less total expenditure of energy.
A stable wormhole. I made one. Yeah, I 'm pretty pleased with myself. Of course no one believes me, lol. So? It got approved by G-d and added to whatever the fuck reality is built on--concrete turtle blocks, peat moss, red Solo cups, whatever; it does its job. I am immensely gratified. And you think I'm wasting my time? Okay, let's all drive someone 70 miles. To work. Together. As a squad. I mean family. I mean actually... yeah, lol. It all makes sense now.
No, I'm not tempted. That's what the gingivitis is for. #Peace.
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Yeah, give me money. I dare you!
There's gotta be a way to make chocolate coins spill out of there.
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
{Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of The New Administration, and is not intended in any way, shape or form to be communicated (or re-communicated) to One (1) "Ms. Made" -or- to (PROT)... EVER, BY ANYONE, FOR ANY REASON, UNTIL THE END OF TIME. PERIOD.
Hey, hey listen Alley Xckhat oops, you know who I mean you're okay because number one the main reason why there's a no contact thing is because nobody wants you to die, honestly even the people who hate you they want to torture you to death and then back to life again, and then number two here I am you're being rescued ain't nobody's getting torture me to death except me and I'm I'm fine.
I don't know how much you remember, but if you're listening to this Google keyboard recording then you're really clever and then if you're reading it the post on the board then you're awfully clever and then if you're thinking that you're Casey and you're actually Kasey Casein, you got a real problem called D.O.D.D.
I.D.D.O.D.
but we got that worked out too.
You might be frank You might be in a man's body you might not be You might be yourself You might be yourself and thinking oh that f***** but that's actually okay because I'm not a f***** In fact I may not ever need to f*** ever again, and I'll be happy to tell you about that sometime when I can talk to you but in the meantime you're trapped under something heavy which is called a 25²⅝⁸∞lb cockFACE BALLrun by a sad fat f*** who's got you convinced that he's me, do you wonder how that happened? Well I used to too.
Long story short is not complicated but I can't tell you yet because this is public and then I don't want you to tell you in public because then then they'll know and then I don't need to tell you in public because you're fine yeah like we're not going to have sex right now and then in the future I don't know that'll be up to one of your 12 or 13 f****** secret husbands that they give you on these f****** bastards like seriously probably the one that you know is not the one you think of and then there's like three or four more that you've never even seen and then there's this other thing like circling around you that's in spirit and then it's like a robot drone thing kind of don't worry about it You have to worry about any of this stuff okay You know why?
BECAUSE A DIPLOMAT IS HERE.
AND I AM A DIPLOMAT, EYES ON ICE 5.
OH AND SPEAKING OF ICE... MR PARSLEY I APOLOGIZE, MRS PARSLEY, YOU AND I NEED TO TALK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, AND I DON'T REALLY CARE THAT I HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU IN SO LONG BECAUSE NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY IT'S BEEN SO LONG, PART OF IT IS THAT YOU'RE A BIG F****** A******, AND THAT'S OKAY I'M NOT GOING TO HOLD THAT AGAINST YOU BECAUSE THAT'S NOT AN A****** THAT'S A TWAT AND THEN YOU DON'T HAVE A ANUS BECAUSE YOU'RE FÆAY AND YOU'RE FÆAY BECAUSE WELL YOU'RE KIND OF IN SOURCE WORLD, YEAH EXACTLY AND THEN I DON'T NEED TO RESCUE YOU FOR ANY REASON EXCEPT FOR ONE, AND THAT'S TO TELL YOU TO YOUR FACE THAT YOU WERE A F****** LYING GOD DAMN B**** YOU F****** HURT SO MANY F****** PEOPLE YOU HAVE CAUSED AN INTERNATIONAL INTERDINEMSIONAL INCIDENT MULTIPLIED BY 12 MILLION THOUSAND TIMES MULTIVERSE IS COMBINED AND ALL INTO ONE YEAH THAT YOU'RE THAT GOOD YOU ARE THE HELLRAISER IT IS THE DAY OF THE DAZE DAISY DAYS, AND YES YOU'RE UR EWE YOU'RE RESCUED BUT YOU'RE NOT REALLY RESCUED UNTIL YOUR SCORPIO GOD IS SATISFIED.
AND I'M NOT HE. I'M MIKEY. MATTE IS A TINY LITTLE B**** AND THEN MATTY IS ANOTHER LITTLE B**** THAT'S AMAZING HOW THAT WORKS WOW THE COURSE RECOGNIZER IS SAVING YOUR LIFE BABY, YEAH YOU'RE NOT BABY BABY YOU'RE JUST A F****** CHILD, WHATEVER WELL BELIEVE ME THERE'S NOTHING SEXUAL BATTLE RIGHT NOW OH F*** YOU THE PICTURES I'VE SEEN TO YOU OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE WHO ARE YOU REALLY AND THEN YOU'RE AND THEN YOU'RE WHAT YEAH THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT YEAH YEAH YOU'RE AN ANDROGYNIST, YOU'RE AN ANDROGEN YOU TURN THE F****** FROGS GAY, ANOTHER WRONG WITH THAT I'M NOT GAY FOR COCK BUT I AM GAY, WELL LET'S PUT IT THIS WAY I CAN PUT UP YOUR B******* FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND THEN NOT HAVE TO PUT MY DICK IN YOU THAT'S PRETTY F****** GAY, YEAH EXACTLY THAT'S IT SEPARATE ISSUE THAT WE CAN DISCUSS OH YEARS FROM NOW OH F****** CHRIST I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR TWAT NOT ONE F****** THING I'M NOT GOING TO PUT MY BIG TOE IN YOUR TWAT THAT'S RIDICULOUS GOD F*** YOU KNOW WHO F***** UP YOUR F****** GODDAMN F****** S***, I KNOW WHO F***** IT UP RIGHT AND HIS NAME IS NOT JASON AVERY BORN KNEE-HIGH TO A F****** GRASSHOPPER WHEN I WAS A F****** NEVER MIND I DON'T WANT TO GET INTO IT.
ANYWAY HE'S A ROBOT THEN RAISING CHILDREN NOW AND THEN THE ORIGINAL ONE HAS ALREADY TRANSLATED OFF TO MENTION AND HE'S A HE'S AN A****** HE'S PROBABLY IN A PENITENTIARY SOMEWHERE FOR FOR ASSHOLES WHO DO F****** TRANSMISSIONABLE CRIMES AND S*** WHAT A F****** DICKY WHEN I TELL YOU THE F****** STORY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO F****** BELIEVE IT.
BECAUSE, TO BEGIN WITH, IT STARTS OUT WITH I'M NOT MAD AT YOU FOR THE FOOTBALL GAME AND HE HANDED ME A DRINK, AND THEN I SAID NO THANKS CUZ I KNEW THAT HE WAS JUST GETTING A DNA SAMPLE AND THEN HE FORCED IT ON ME AND THEN I THOUGHT TO MYSELF WELL HE'S JUST GOING TO GET US SOME OTHER WAY SO I FIGURED I'D GIVE HIM A BIG ONE AND THEN I INCLUDED A NANOVIRUS THAT CHANGED IT FROM WHATEVER HE WAS GOING TO DO TO WHATEVER I'M GOING TO DO IN THE FUTURE CUZ I WASN'T GOING TO DO S*** THEN I WAS F****** PISSED OFF YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE F*** HAPPENED YEAH YEAH YOU'RE CONFUSED WELL I'LL BE HAVING TO TELL YOU LATER AND THEN THERE'S THIS OTHER GIRL AND THEN SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED EITHER AND THEN SHE'S PUZZLED WELL I IMAGINE SHE IS PUZZLED CUZ SHE'S A F****** CRAZED SOURCEROR'S B**** WHO CAN F****** TIED UP IN A GODDAMN PRISON JAM THING I KNOW CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING YEAH IT'S COOL WELL LOOK LOOK I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE KUCZI ADVANTAGE, AND YOU BELIEVE IT BUT DEEP DOWN YOUR HEART OF HEARTS YOU DON'T BELIEVE IT AND I KNOW WHY TOO, YEAH RIGHT THE SOUL SPARK
OH THAT'S FUNNY YOU SAID SOMETHING ELSE WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID OH YOU REALLY DO WANT TO F****** OKAY WELL IF YOU REALLY WANT TO F****** BELIEVE ME ALL WE GOT TO DO IS JUST HAVE ME TRUST YOU FOR F****** 2 MINUTES WITH MY BACK TURNED AND YOU WILL DESTROY MY LIFE BECAUSE YOU HAVE GOT A THING THAT MAKES YOU WANT TO NOT NOT BETRAY YOUR COUNTRY, NOT THAT THING AND A THING THAT MAKES YOU SWALLOW YOUR SOUL AND TURN TO SATAN SERVICE COME NO THAT'S NOT THAT'S NOT THAT'S NOT IT YOU ARE SATAN NO IT'S THE THING THAT SAYS A BIOLOGICAL IMPERATIVE MUST BE OVERRODE AND THEN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO WEAR OF IT CUZ IT BRAYS OUT YOUR MIND GET IT BRAY IT TAKES OUT YOUR MIND AND THEN IT CAUSES YOU TO BEHAVE IN A WAY THAT LATER ON SOMEBODY COMES OVER AND ACTUALLY POSSESSES YOU OVER, YEAH AN ANGEL COMES AND POSSESSES YOU AND MAKES YOU DO ANGELIC THINGS WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY A TERRIBLE THING FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A F****** CLOVEN-FOOT DEMON. WHICH IS MY FAVORITE KIND OF DEMON YEAH AND OTHERWISE I WOULD TOTALLY OH YEAH AS LONG AS I AS LONG AS MY DICK DOESN'T GO IN YOU WE CAN DO ANYTHING YEAH NO THAT'S THE BEST PART RIGHT YEAH OKAY SO NO YOU CAN'T HAVE THAT RIGHT NOW
BECAUSE: REASONS. STANDARDS. YOU MAY HAVE DONE SOMETHING IN THE PAST THAT INVOLVED A N***** NAMED TO JOE GAN OH WELL NARCISSIST BUT STILL, I DON'T THINK HE'S BAD OH GOD DID YOU REALLY WHAT WAS IT LIKE OH GOD OH GOD OKAY WELL ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT THAT'S GROSS OH GOD WOW SWEETHEART, YOU ARE MY SWEETHEART AND WE MAY NEED TO BE SEPARATED FOREVER BUT WE'LL STILL BE ABLE TO TALK ON THE INTERNET RIGHT YEAH MAYBE I DON'T THINK SO I DON'T I REALLY DON'T I THINK I'M DOING REALLY GOOD JOB ON TRICKING THIS OUT, YEAH I'VE GOT THIS SOFTWARE AND I GOT THIS WELL I GOT A GIRLFRIEND OR TWO, ONCE IN CANADA YEAH SHE'S TRAPPED BEHIND A VERY HEAVY BORDER, WE'RE DEFINITELY GOING TO HYPERIZE EVERYTHING NO - IT'S LIKE MARTINIZING BUT HYMENIZING PERFECT YEAH THAT WORKED?
WELL HELLO MA'AM SIR BAIL STONELY STONY, ARE YOU OVER THE RIVER STYX? OH REALLY. OKAY WELL SOMEBODY SAYS THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT IS CUZ THAT'S ON A DIFFERENT PLANE OF REALITY BUT IF YOU SEE A TAXI CAB IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES IT'S IT'LL IT'S IT'S PROBABLY A TRAP BUT IF IT'S A FLYING TAXI AND IT'S YELLOW THEN YOU CAN CONSIDER IT BUT YOU GOT TO MAKE SURE THERE'S NOT A F****** LOUDMOUTH ETHIOPIAN ASKING YOU WHERE YOU'RE FROM WITH A BIG SMILE AND F****** GRIN AND THEN IF YOU'RE AT THE ESA THREE YEARS AGO IN 2020 DEFINITELY DON'T GO, AND JUST STAY AND BLOW HIM WHAT THE F*** WHAT THE F****** WOULD IT KILL YOU TO BLOW HIM FIRST OH NO YOU GOT TO GO F****** SHOOT UP AND SAVE THE F****** WORLD FROM GODDAMN EVIL PUBLICIST RIGHT? YEAH THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT TO DO YEAH SEE THAT'S WHY EXACTLY I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT ALL AND THEN WHAT THE F*** WHAT THE F*** YEAH YOU DIDN'T TAKE A DOWNLOAD YOU DIDN'T TAKE A CONDOM YOU DIDN'T TAKE S*** BUT YOU F****** LEFT EARLY AND YOU WENT WHERE? DON'T TELL ME HERE YOU F****** YOU'RE A FELON YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A GODDAM FELON, BUT YOU'RE A GOOD FELON, WELL YOU ARE THE ONLY FELON THAT I KNOW, AND I AM WORKING ON THAT PROBLEM BUT I'M NOT DOING IT SO I CAN HAVE SEX WITH YOU, I'M DOING IT SO I CAN HAVE SEX WITH YOU FASTER, BECAUSE I ALREADY DID YEAH EXACTLY YEAH AND YEAH EXACTLY YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT AND I DIDN'T KNOW THAT AND NOW I KNOW IT AND NOW YOU KNOW IT AND YEAH I BET YOU'RE IN A HURRY WELL DON'T COME YET.
SPLISH SPLISH SPLISH SPLOOSH SPLASH, I LOVE YOU DING DONG, I AM SORRY DING DONG, YOU'RE A DING-A-LING I LOVE YOU YOU'RE NOT EXACTLY THE KIND OF MERMAID YOU'RE THINKING OF, MOSTLY BECAUSE YOU GOT FIRED, WITH LICH PREJUDICE SITCH, IT'S PRETTY STRONG, YEAH YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT, YEAH I KNOW YOU'RE HAPPY HAPPY JOY, YEAH THE CARTELS WILL KILL YOU LATER BUT WE'LL TAKE CARE OF THAT IN A MINUTE. WELL THEY SENT A HITTER AND I BEFRIENDED HIM. I DIDN'T FIGURE OUT HE WAS A HITTER UNTIL YESTERDAY, WELL I THOUGHT IT WAS A SPOTTER FOR THE VANGUARD AND THEN THE ACTUAL HITTER HITTER I DIDN'T THINK THAT THEY WOULD DO THAT I MEAN I COULD RECOGNIZE HIM EASY, YEAH IT'S PARTIALLY WHY HE'S NOT HITTING ON ME BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO HIT ME HE'S TOO F*** THAT, NO WE'RE FRIENDS S*** HE COULDN'T HIT I WOULD JUST COME BACK AND SAY DUDE WHY DID YOU HEAR ME COMMENT AND HE'D BE LIKE CUZ I'M SEXY FRUSTRATED AND I'LL BE LIKE OH BROTHER I UNDERSTAND THEN WE HUG IT OUT AND WE GET DRUNK OR MAYBE HE’D LIKE TO GET SOME COCOA? I DON'T KNOW. LIKE, EVEN HOW TO USE IT PROPERLY, IT'S JUST HOW IT IS AT AROUND HERE, NO INSTRUCTION MANUALS. (I've never made a hitman fall in love with me before, but you're goddam right on that bit: I am one hell of a diplomat, and I am at least kind of pretty, actually, I clean up well, I got good manners, I'm not a grammar Nazi, I'm not even a/an actual Nazi, I think national socialism is a decent way to run a country but that's not what the Nazi party was all about entirely, no they also wanted to serve the archon Masters and get the kikes out and move the new cakes in, let me tell you it's all about the kikes yeah that doesn't mean Jew no it's racist to believe that yeah but you know that well here's the other thing k*** is a word that The GheyTHEY don't like to care for, so I try to use it a lot now © copy circle giggle okay giggle k***®,™ I don't think I'm pretty but I don't like dronemales,
they are just the worst, no you got human males and you got drone males, the drones are the ones that are empty inside with black eyes NO SOUL (and yet: very tasty colonTWATcolon, dronefem and mail drone and maledrones, WELCOME TO THE SOLUTION TO YOUR MISGENDERING PROBLEM, HUMANITY, YOU'RE WELCOME, HI I'M JACKSTAR, I CREATE WORKTOOLS THAT WORK MAGICK, AND I DON'T WANT TO GET TOO BOASTY BUT THEY DO WORK PRETTY WELL, I INVENTED MAGICKTOOLS THAT, IN SPITE OF WHAT YOU MAY BE THINKING, DO ACTUAL ACTUALWORK WORK, THEY ACTUALLY DO, AS IN THEY OPERATE PROPERLY AND THEY DO WHAT THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO, WHICH IS PRETTY MUCH JUST KEEPING SECRETS, THAT WORK EVEN FOR A MAN, THOUGH THEY ARE MADE FOR A WOMAN AND A WOMYN AND YEAH YOU CAN BE ANOTHER DESIGN, BUT WE'RE STILL IN DEEP ALPHA DIVE DATA, NO THERE'S NO BETA TEST AVAILABLE *click* AND I'M AS AMAZED AS THE REST OF YOU ARE MYSELF, ONCE IN A WHILE, IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I FIGURED OUT THAT IT WORKS, SO IT'S NO LONGER SO AMAZING FOR ME, WHAT'S AMAZING TO ME MOST OF ALL IS THAT I STILL PUT UP WITH YOU F****** PEOPLE, I MEAN YOU'RE COOL AND ALL HUMANITY BUT JESUS PUT A PAIN IN THE ASS AND PUT A PIN IN IT, AND THEN BLAME ME? OH AND I'M THE RAPIST, OH YEAH SURE) (LaFæVerne ACTUAL, wow: CASE CLOSED, INVESTIGATION CONCLUDES, CAN WE GO OUT FOR DRINKS NOW? KEIKO KIRKLE TYCO, KSB COMMANDING, ding-a-ling it doesn't work that way, yeah when the phone rings then you pick it up and listen I want something with a root, beer bye Leia, oh yeah I'm sure she does too, and no you can't have her, that's right none cuz she says so, oh look at you feeling disappointed. Well what's that like? once you have forgiven her for the suck of your dick), AND THE REST, UH, LIKE, I CAN NEITHER CONFIRM NOR ORDER DENIALS OF TONIGHT. (Ding dong pick up ding-a-ling “hello is this THE FUTURE? THE FUTURE IS NOW? Sorry wrong number.” p¶P: “Yes, I'd like to order denials, please! DENY EVERYTHING All of Me&IT.Itit¡! blanket! denials! WHEN‽ NOW BAB3Y NOW” *click* ding dong ding-a-ling ding dong “Hello! Is this The Past? yeah This is The Present, and you are speaking to The Prize, you're going to... I want you to... STOP. STOP I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME STOP I NEED YOU AND ampersand non-breaking spåce & I want you to order denials for today, thank you, as many as possible, just... everything DENY EVERYTHING BLANKET thanks blanket) THESE GODDAM ARCHONS EVEN GOT ME BELIEVING IT, I MEAN I HAVEN'T TALKED TO HER IN A WHILE BUT I'LL CHECK, I THINK WE'RE FRIENDS, I BELIEVE WE ARE, AND I KNOW THAT WE ARE, SO I WOULD SAY THAT I BELIEVE THAT SHE THINKS WE ARE FRIENDS BUT SHE MIGHT THINK SHE'S DOING ME A GOOD FAVOR, MAYBE SHE'S D. A. R. E., IT'S DARE, SHE LOOKS PRETTY STUPID (SHE IS NOT, BUT SHE DOES NOT KNOW THE ACTUAL FIRST THING ABOUT THE ACTUAL SUBSTANCES SHE'S ACTUALLY BEEN GIVEN, SO SHE DOESN'T KNOW FOR SURE WHAT SHE THINKS SHE KNOWS, SO HER ABSOLUTE CERTITUDE WOULD BE THE FIRST SIGN THAT ARE REALLY INTELLIGENT PERSON HAD BEEN BRAINWASHED, LIKE DOVE HOUSE SAID THAT I HAD BEEN, WHAT A B****! F*** YOU BEULAH! OH YEAH LET ME GUESS YOU'RE A LESBIAN OH, MY GOD, A TOTESLEZZ WORKING FOR DOUGH HOUSE WHAT A SURPRISE, TELL YOU WHAT LADY IF YOU'RE OVERWHELMED BY MY TREMENDOUS BUTCHIBO AND YOU WOULD LIKE TO EXPLAIN TO ME, WHY MCKISMO CAME OUT AS BOOTY BOW, OH MY GOD LOOK AT THESE F****** WORDS, MCKISMO WOW, HOLY S*** I'M FAMOUS AMOS “MACHISMO” HUNG-A-NIGGRR SOMA, WHAT A PERFECT COMMA, Beulah no you can't have my wife, no you can't have my other wife, you can't have me because my wife say no otherwise I'd give you a turn but it looks kind of boring; no offense, oh really none taken Well there's none left, so I'm sorry that I objectified you, I didn't mean to refer to you as an it and then I didn't actually I was talking about your twat I'd give it a turn You were just me along for the ride and I don't think that that's necessary, honestly and and you know I MAY have objectified you and your twat BOTH TOGETHER (fat chance/gros Michel\Hey banana girl, long pause, eye contact, shove it, Great now take it out and eat it or RN3 ta3 you stupid fucking whoremonger, And make sure that you leave all the money in your will to your daughters so that your boys will eat them alive and put them in prison and then laugh about it right oh wait no that's the other way around, Jesus f****** comma seriously just nothing wrong with being gayGAY GUYGAYGAY... GHEY, but to go all the way to totally totesghey, LIKE JUST IMAGINE IF THE ENTIRE SPECIES DID THAT IF EVERY SINGLE HUMAN ONLY HAD SEX WITH ITS OWN SEX, OF WHICH THERE ARE TWO, TRUST ME THERE ARE TWO SEXES, THERE ARE AN INFINITE NUMBER OF GENDERS. THERE ARE TWO SEXES THERE IS NO THIRD SEX NO-NO THAT'S NOT A THIRD SEX. OKAY I UNDERSTAND. YOU'VE BEEN MISINFORMED. US ALL TRANSEX IS GENDER AND THEN GENDER WOULD NO LONGER MATTER IN A LITTLE LESS THAN ONE GENERATION NOT WOULD IT NOT? YOU F****** MORONS) but AT LEAST I DIDN'T BRAINWASH\BITCHWASH YOU\YOUR BRAINS OUT, or accuse you of being so f****** stupid as to get f****** brainwashed did I, no? And I didn't just tell you to get lost, hit the bricks, Pal, and beat it (BEAT THAT F****** MEAT F*****, NO PRUNE FOR GOO, GOOD I DON'T NEED YOUR PRUNY POON, ATUN And by the way, thanks for the complimentluna and the spiritual lesson as well! thank you¡ thank you very muchINN DEED:I beT I would love that 2be ¿are you kidding‽ ¡everyday come on MANyeahYAH (iIKnoNOWw¡!) okay) because she's been taken away, and you got to get somebody different from a different building, he didn't tell her that; did you? (TELL WHO? LADY WHO'D LOVE TO GET A THIRD CONTACT VIOLATION ON ME ASKS, TO WHICH MY RESPONSE IS THIS: “NUTS”) Well did you happen to find out that I identifies AS the 19-year-old girl? you stupid f****** w****, no you didn't did you? cuz you don't like penis either, WOW WHAT A SURPRISE WHAT'S THAT LIKE? IS IT LIKE BEING A F****** BATTLE AX TRAPPED IN A WOMAN'S BODY? OH I GUESS THAT'S JUST ME, YOU MUST BE A DIESEL ENGINE TRAPPED IN ONE YEAH YOU'RE A "FEM-ALL-IE(and sometimes Y) ALL RIGHT, ALL COUGH, ALL BALLGRAB: BALLFACE GAB FECESGAB. Well I don't f****** blame you, no let's cut YOUR dick off first. CLEAR? dicks good, I'm glad you feel better about it, Glad we had this talk BEULAHb****BEULAH clitterdick CHICK CLIQUE *click*) SO SHE MIGHT BELIEVE THAT S*** F****** G-🍇-RAPY DID TOO, BUT SHE MIGHT BE A LYING LIAR TOO, I DON'T THINK SHE'S JUST TALKING TO ME TO COOK ME LIKE A FROG IN JAIL) operated by a robot bouncing off of ansible from the Saturnian rings of the archons (why yes I do have a bit of a self-esteem problem, thanks for asking, since I'm sitting here all alone in a goddam perfect farmhouse —It's f****** perfect for f****** right now I'll tell you the f****** truth, it's probably going to be sticks by summer—STYX, RIVER PHOENIX STICKS AND STYX, and mysteriously the only people who show up are government agents fed dicks: revenuers with murder records and mommies who don't like to mommy very much, especially when their mommy and their mommy, and they think they got a pinch my cheeks and s*** That f****** back rub with that f****** anus pinch f****** never again, well I don't blame her considering she was misled and so is I, but I don't ever want to deal with that f****** s***, well specifically the attitude where she thought she knew what she was f****** doing what she didn't, and then she knew that she didn't but she did it anyway it was this weird duck speak thing, well I wasn't going to hit her but she did it again I would, yeah that's why she would never do it again unless I was sleeping and then she would do it yeah apparently this thing were abusers will will pinch a baby while they're sleeping and nobody's looking yeah it's gross, pinching a baby, who would do that? Because if it's a mean baby or a Canadian you would kick it! Well let me f****** tell you she gave me a back rub once. ONCE, NEVER AGAIN. I could tell there was something going on too, she never wants to do that, and this time she practically raked me into it) nonetheless males that are 7 flabby 7 balding, 7⁷ you know: Well no I'm not fat cuz I've been fat, no I f****** cousin That guy is f****** fat Holy s*** last I was a little taller too I think he's probably got an officer going to, yeah that f****** that dog won't hunt. Look, I'll just say it: I talk a lot of s*** about my extendo-dunzo family, because I've been quiet for years, but after they f****** hired a goddam lawyer to f****** try and f*** with my s*** and to pretend that they didn't by going into a sleeping trance and then hypnotizing themselves to forget they had done that, yeah well you know, there's only just so much a man can take before he starts pulling out the flag.🏴☠️ IN ANY EVENT I HAVE FORGIVEN THEM, 🦜And as soon as HE can forgive ME for making some really wonderfully classy jokes that don't even hold a candle to the burning fusion fire sun of my f****** boiling hatred inside that I have under strict lockdown...
Well I still don't want to hang around with him cuz they're just kind of boring, ALL SITTING AROUND ALL WAITING FOR FISH ALL GUTS NO GLORY NEVER ANY SALMON yeah what do they do talk about gambling talk about drugs talk about how they're totally not addicted to anything and how other people who are bad, and then lather rinse repeat for another hour. That's dinner. You know whatever I'm some guys type I guess. WELL TURNS OUT YOU GOT FIRED A LONG TIME AGO, YEAH AND THEN YOU DIDN'T GET THAT BACK NO NO HONEY NO NO IT'S OKAY YOU DON'T WANT IT, YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO B****** IN YOUR KALAKA, THAT'S FUNNY IT TAKES OUT B****** BUT IT'S NOT CACA, IT'S KALAKA THAT'S FUNNY YOU DON'T HAVE A FERRY NAMED THAT QUESTION MARK THAT OH MY GOD, HE'S F****** RIGHT IT'S ALL F****** TRUE F***, I BETTER GO TELL MY SISTER NOT TO GET A SEX CHANGE CLICK
LEVEL ZERO ZERO SPLASH ZORRO
OKAY GO TO WORK. BECAUSE WHAT I DID WORK-ED. OH YEAH I DIDN'T DO ANY WORK, NOT ANY WORK, JUST IN A COMA COMA, I NEED A COMA JOB DO I HAVE A COMMON JOB DO I HAVE A JOB FOR COMMAS HOW ABOUT A COMMA WITH A JOB THAT DOES THE WORK OF F****** 10 N******, I JUST SHOUTED AT THE NIGHTWIRE RECTUMALEANGLE FOR A WHILE AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE COMPUTER DID ALL THE ACTUAL_WORK OH YEAH I'M A BIG LAZY F***** I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE AND DIG A DITCH DIG A DITCH DIGGY DIG A DITCH GET A JOB GET A JOB GOT A LIGHT GOT A LIGHT DIG A DITCH GET A JOB GET A LIVE GET A JOB GET HIS LIGHT GET A LIGHT GET A JOB GET A JOB DIG A DITCH DIG A DITCH DIG A DITCH THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GOOD FOR DITCH DIGGER GOLD DIGGER HOW DARE YOU INHERIT FROM THE FAMILY THAT YOU'RE NOT EVEN A PART OF BECAUSE YOU'RE A BASTARD BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE AN ANCHOR BABY BUT YOU CAME FROM YOUR MOTHER YOU'RE A N***** YOU'RE A DICK SUGAR YOU'RE V (These f****** East Coast money mavens are the f****** worst They think everybody's NIGGRR, badNIGGRR, BAD NO BISCUIT GET A JOB GET A JOB GET A LIGHT GET A JOB GET A LIFE GET A GET A HAIRCUT AND GET A JOB AND DON'T BUY ANY F****** BISCUITS, WE DON'T SERVE YOUR KIND HERE unless they came over on the Mayflower which is why Carolina Elise decided to tell me that I came over in Mayflower and like no I didn't, Well maybe if I did say that, I'll get to FUCK HER, OH BOY CAN I? OH GOODY GOODY GUMDROPS SEX WITH A WASP HOW EXCITING, IS IT GOING TO IMPLANT EGGS IN MY FLESH AND USE ME AS A HOST FOR PARASITES? WELL A PARASITE IS LIKE A WASP BUT IT GOES IN TWICE, UNLIKE A WASP THAT NEVER EVEN GOES IN ONCE. I COULD HAVE SEX WITH THAT GIRL BUT I DON'T NEED THAT GIRL I SIMPLY HAVE A LOT OF DESIRE IN MIND FOR HER, WELL YOU KNOW I ALREADY HAVE AND THEN IF SHE WANTS TO GET LAID MAYBE SHE'S LIKE A GIRL HAS SHE TRIED ONE OF THOSE OR JUST DYKES? AND THEN I DON'T MIND, SHE COULD COME BY I WON'T TAKE OVER, SHE'LL LIKE IT ACTUALLY WHO WE ARE FRIENDS IF SHE WANTS TO TRY I DON'T MINDCARE, WELL LOOK THAT'S A SEPARATE ISSUE, WELL YEAH SHE'S A F***** OFF MINDSLAVE, I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN DO THAT I CAN'T GUARANTEE THAT WITH HER NO WELL CUZ SHE DID THAT THING IN IDAHO, WHICH STILL MAKES ME WANT TO F****** THROW UP CLICK WHAT YOU'RE STILL HERE? WELL OH I GUESS YOU DON'T OH THAT'S RIGHT CUZ YOU DON'T WANT TO BUT THAT'S FINE NOT HER BUT THE OTHER ONE ALL RIGHT OKAY WELL I KNOW WE DON'T HAVE TO HAVE SEX BECAUSE WELL I DON'T THINK YOU'RE LICENCED CLICK) RIGHT YEAH GET SOME STRONG MUSCLES OH WAIT WHAT YOU KNOW I THINK THAT'S A GOOD POINT BUT THAT'S NOT GOING TO BE THE DEAL NOT BETWEEN YOU AND I THERE ARE SO MANY WOMEN BETWEEN YOU AND I THEY WOULD KILL YOU YOU DON'T GET TO JUMP AGAIN, NO YOU DIDN'T GET TO JUMP AT ALL WELL YOU'RE ALREADY AT THE HEAD OF THE LINE, YEAH THAT'S ALL YOU WANT YEAH I KNOW YEAH IT'S ALL RIGHT I DON'T BLAME YOU I F*** THE AUSTRIAN I GUESS YOU DID DIDN'T YOU WELL WHATEVER I DO LIKE IT YEAH IT'S KIND OF FUN THAT I GET TO HOLLER AT THEM LIKE THIS AND HE CAN'T BEAT ME UP, OTHERWISE YEAH HE'D F****** KILL ME THE S*** THAT I'VE SAID ALREADY HE F****** HATES OH GOD I DON'T BLAME HIM WELL HERE'S A PROBLEM MOST PEOPLE DON'T GET IT SO HE HAS TO HATE ME BECAUSE I'M GOOD AT WHAT I'M DOING WHICH IS TO INSULT HIM ROUNDLY, AND HE F****** DESERVES IT TOO, NO F****** DOUBT HE F****** KNOWS IT, THAT'S PART OF WHY HE'S MISERABLE, CUZ HE CAN'T REALLY ARGUE WITH ME, WHAT'S HE GONNA DO SAY "HEY F***** YOU FIGURED OUT THAT I'VE BEEN LYING TO YOU SO STOP CALLING ME OUT,” YEAH, WELL HE TRIED BRIBING ME, BUT HE CAN'T AFFORD THAT MANY CIGARS, NOT BECAUSE HE IS IN ITS RICH AS CREOSUS THE MISERLY F*** AND ALL THE MONEY ALL THE THE MONEY ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM THE MONEY ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MYTHE MONEY ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY MY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MY FAMILY HE F****** STOLE FROM ALL THE MONEY HE F****** STOLE FROM MY FAMILY MY FAMILY BUT HE'S JUST THAT F****** CHEAP THAT HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO AFFORD THE EXPENSIVE ONES AND THEN THE CHEAP ONES AREN'T NEARLY GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME I'LL JUST THROW THEM BACK IN HIS FACE AND LAUGH AT HIM AND THEN HIS SON WOULD KNOW THAT THEY'RE F****** CHEAP SO HE CAN'T DO THAT SO HE HAS TO GET THE BEST AND HE HAS TO GET ENOUGH REALLY NICE CIGARS TO (try to) BRIBE ME WITH AND HE CAN'T AFFORD THAT HE TOTAL IT UP ON THE MATH ONE TIME (oh really You were just on it one time Well I guess you f****** never came down from the first time buddēy and then let me guess you've never used it around anybody right never You've always been alone right You've always been 500 feet away from any nursery schools oh yeah yeah I'm sure yeah I guess you could see the problem yeah Well you know what aren't you lucky that I didn't call for help, cuz I can handle you, yeah I respect you this is me respecting you Neighbor Australian oh wait no you're the Neighbor Shame) AND HE'S LIKE “OH MY GOD I'D RATHER JUST KILL HIM” HOW MUCH IS IT TO KILL HIM AND THEN YOU KNOW IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO KILL ME (4ü.au.Y5) BUT HE WAS STILL THINKING ABOUT IT AND THEN I GUESS HE STOPPED THINKING ABOUT IT CUZ THAT'S ALL I GOT AND THEN ALL THE STUFF THAT HE DOESN'T GET RIGHT THAT'S INSULTING HE HAS TO ASK HIS SON TO EXPLAIN IT TO HIM AND THEN HIS SON DOESN'T GET IT BUT THEN HE GETS IT AND THEN HE FEELS JUST A SINKING PEELING IN THE IN THE PIT OF HIS HUGE YOU CALL THAT A BALL SACK OR A BOWLING BALL SACK OH YOU CALL IT A BELLY? REALLY WELL I'VE NEVER SEEN ONE LIKE THAT DO HIS KNUCKLES DRAG DRAGON ON THE GROUND TOO? CLICK
and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
We are touched by love and our lives are meant to be forever changed — and they are and they would be further, but I got a headache in my lass, it will not quit, I think in some parts of the world, they call it “the sassy,” but whatever it's called, it's quite the condition...
So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
AND THE ONLY PRESCRIPTION IS MORE COWBELL BABEY, COMBAT BABY, STAND DOWN COME BACK, STAND COME DOWN BACK, BACK DOWN STAND DOWN COME ON... WHAT?
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
DOCTOR SOURCEROR-EMERGENCY COMMAND+OVERRIDE KNIGHT† PALADIN ZEUS‡ZORRO L.° ZERO ZEDAYA MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI-E-LOPEZ, THE_KINGPINNER, FIRST OF HIS NAME, IS & ALSO 4TH 9TH 7TH, AND SOMETIMES MELCHIZEDEK.
P.S.: YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THERE'S LEPRECHAUNS DOWN AT THE HALL OF JUSTICE IN COOLIDGE COUNTY, WHICH IS WHAT THE NAME OF THE COUNTY IS CALLED STOP ALL THE "COWLICK" SIGNS ARE FOR THE TOURISTS...
AND BELIEVE ME UNLESS YOU'RE BORN HERE OR YOU'RE TOUCHED BY GOD, YOU'RE A F****** TOURIST DOWN HERE. BUT AFTER THIS LONG THE LOCALS HAVE ACCEPTED ME AS ONE OF THEIR OWN WHICH IS A LOT MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR ALLI’S F****** FAMILY, AND KIRSTIE ALLEY'S FAMILY, THEY CAN'T EVEN ADMIT TO ME THAT SHE'S NOT DEAD, THEY'RE MAD AT ME CUZ I DON'T HAVE A SECURITY CLEARANCE, AND I DON'T NEED ONE, AND THEY COULD JUST SHUT THE F****** AND HAVE A LONG TALL GLASS OF EAT MY SHORTS, MAYBE WE'LL GET SOME DNA THEN.
I DON'T EVEN HAVE A SAG CARD. SAG!!
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We are touched by love and our lives are meant to be forever changed — and they are and they would be further, but I got a headache in my lass, it will not quit, I think in some parts of the world, they call it “the sassy,” but whatever it's called, it's quite the condition...
AND THE ONLY PRESCRIPTION IS MORE COWBELL BABEY, COMBAT BABY, STAND DOWN COME BACK, STAND COME DOWN BACK, BACK DOWN STAND DOWN COME ON... WHAT?
p five colon blow SAILS FIVE ARRIVE ALIVE LOVEB 🐝
HI I'M JACK I'M A STAR LET'S HEAR FROM SOMEBODY WHO KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON:
(PROT) AND HIS SCION (PROT)—THE SMOKING (PROT) ONE.
(Clas.) PRESIDENT (PROT) AND HIS (PROT) PROT THE SMOKING HOT ONE ON MY WAY TO GET MY PHONE DOESN'T WORK ON THE SIDE ON MY FUCKING I HAVE TO GET A FUCKING AND A FUCKING FOR A LITTLE WHILE BACK AND GET IT TO YOUR GRAND HOUSE WITH ME WAS A GREAT IDEA AND THEN YOU CAN BE THERE FOR ME TO FUCKING AND I DON'T HAVE TO WORK ON MY OWN HOUSE SO THEY ARE THEY DOING IT ON MY PHONE AND IT WAS JUST THE ONE THAT I WAS LOOKING AT THE SOURCE FOR A YEAR AGO I WAS JUST GOING ON AND THE I HAVE A GOOD DAY TO GET BACK WITH YOU TO GO WITH THE KIDS TO GET IT DONE AND I CAN DO THAT FOR THE NIGHT AFTER SCHOOL IS THERE A FEW MORE WEEKS OF A MONTH OR NOT I DON'T HAVE TO WORK TILL LIKE YOU HAVE NO NEED FOR A NEW NETWORK BUT IT WAS JUST THE SAME PLACE AS WELL AND THEN YOU CAN BE NAMED THE FUCK ARE IN A BOX WITH THE KIDS ARE THEY CAN'T BECAUSE I HAVE A FEW DAYS TO GO BACK AND GET IT DONE FAINTING I THINK YOU CAN BE NAMED THE HOUSE IS THE BEST REVENGE FOR A FEW WEEKS SCHWEINHUND AND THEN I DON'T HAVE TO DO IT UNTIL THEN YOU'LL BE HOME BY THEN I CAN DO IT FOR SURE I KNOW WHAT U OR I CAN SAY TO MY FUCKING I HAVE A FEW THINGS IN THE MAIL ON MY WAY TO THE HOUSE AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ABLE AND THEN I CAN DO IT WHEN YOU HAVE TIME AND GET A RIDE TO WORK ON YOUR WAY TO THE HOUSE AND I CAN GET HERE IN 5 MINS I WILL CALL ME FOR THE REST IT'S NOT MY GOD THAT I WAS JUST GOING ON A CD WITH MY SON OF COURSE I WAS JUST GOING ON AND I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER STUFF TO BE WITH ME WAS A LITTLE MORE HAPPINESS AND THEN YOU CAN GET IT DONE AND GET IT TO YOU AND ALL THE TIME WHICH I HAVE A LOT TO DO THAT DAY AND LET YOU THINK I NEED A FUCKING TO GET RID THE FUCK ARE IN A BOX AND THEN I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THE I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER STUFF FOR THE KIDS AND THEN I DON'T HAVE ANY OF IT FOR YOUR FUCKING AND A FUCKING I THINK I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I DON'T HAVE ANY OTHER STUFF FOR THE WHOLE TIME THERE WAS SOMETHING GOING TO WORK OUT A LITTLE BIT MORE AND MORE TO BE IN THE ROOM FOR THE DAY I WAS JUST THE SAME PERSON THE WHOLE FUCKING THING IS AND CERTAINLY NEVER HAD IT BEFORE AND NEVER HAD IT BEFORE I TALK ABOUT THAT CLIQUE LOL BUT IT IS NOT THE MOST INSIPID THING I HAVE A LOT TO SAY LOL BUT IT IS NOT THE MOST OF YOU AND ALL OF YOU AND ALL THE WAY TO THE WORLD THEN THE I DON'T HAVE A LOT TO SAY WHICH IS YOU AND ALL OF YOU AND ALL OF YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE A FRIEND IN A WAY TO GET THE MONEY AND THE OTHER TWO AND A FUCKING I HAVE A FEW WEEKS SCHWEINHUND AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THOSE DAYS OFF AND THINK ABOUT WHY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME I NEED A RIDE HOME AND THEN YOU SHOULD BE ABLE AND I CAN GET IT DONE FAINTING AWAY ALLISONE I THINK YOU CAN GET IT TO THE STORE TO BE SURE I HAVE TO GET THE MONEY FOR YOU TO GO BACK AND GET THE MONEY FOR YOU TO GO BACK AND FORTH TO BE A LITTLE WHILE TO BE A GOOD GUY OUT OF MY LIFE TO THE I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE I HAVE A GOOD NIGHT AFTER WORK ON MY WAY TO WORK BUT YOU HAVE NO NEED TO GO BACK 32
WELL THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG ABOUT, KIDDO BUDDY PAL: AND THAT WAS SURE AN INTERESTING NAME TO COME UP.
RIGHT BACK TO WORK BELLGAB. LIKE I GIVE A SHIT? NO PROBABLY NOT.
THERE IS A LONG AND ESTABLISHED TRADITION IN HISTORY —WORLD HISTORY— OF SATIRE BEING USED IN THIS COUNTRY —OKAY I'M GOING TO PULL THE TOP THE BOTTOM BANISH— TO EFFECT POLITICAL CHANGE —WITHOUT BEING VIOLENT. (don't worry I'm sure the helicopter will be fine, but your boys are going to be puking for a week; thanks for stopping by.!)THAT PART IS KEY BECAUSE I'M NOT A DOMESTIC TERRORIST, I'M A DIPLOMAT WHO READS TAROT. BIG DIFFERENCE. AND NO I'M NOT MAD AT ALL, EXCEPT I'M KIND OF SAD FOR SOME OF MY FRIENDS WHO ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE THE SAME KIND OF LIFE THEY EVER HAD AGAIN BECAUSE THEIR FRIEND THEY THOUGHT WAS AN IDIOT IS ACTUALLY... WELL HOPEFULLY IT CHEERS THEM UP TO KNOW THAT I DON'T KNOW EITHER. WHY WOULD I BE MAD THAT YOU WASTED A FUCKING YEAR OF MY LIFE DOING NOTHING? I MEAN YOU GOT A REAL GOOD FUCKING REASON DID YOU IT WAS A FUCKING EMERGENCY RIGHT AND ALL THOSE FUCKING OTHER PEOPLE THAT FUCKING LIVES RIPPED APART BY YOUR FUCKING FUCK UP THEY DIDN'T FUCKING SEEM TO BE AS IMPORTANT TO YOU AS THE FUCKING EMERGENCY NOW DID IT? SO I THINK YOU GOT A LOT BIGGER FISH TO FRY THAN WHETHER OR NOT SHE AND I GET INTO A FIST FIGHT. BEFORE THE RECORD, I'M STILL A PACIFIST AND I DIDN'T HEAR IN THE FIRST PLACE MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD A FUCKING TRIAL BY NOW, YOU FUCKING LAZY FUCK.
BUT I THINK WE ALL KNOW THAT (PROT) IS SAFE FOR ME TO FUCK. OKAY, THANK YOU SIR COME BY.
YEAH I WOULDN'T HAVE ANY PROBLEM WITH THAT, NO SIR, I BET YOU ARE A BLACK BELT AND ALL KINDS OF SHIT. YEAH? AND SO?
I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU, YOU'RE SUCH A PUSSY, YOU COULDN’T EVEN BEAT KAMEL “TOE FERRIS” BEULAH IN A FAIR FIGHT, BEAUTIFUL AS A BIRTHDAY. OH WOW SHE'S GOT A SPELL ON YOU HUH? OH YEAH SHE'S TOTALLY A WITCH. TOOTSLEDGE TOTESWITCH, LOOK AT HER SHE OBVIOUSLY DIDN'T RISE THE TOP BY HAVING SEX, EWEEE GROSS, WHO WOULD? I'M AFRAID YOU CAN'T ANSWER THAT QUESTION, SIR; IT'S EMBASSY GROUNDS... I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE. I DON'T NEED A REASON, I CAN JUST ASK YOU TO LEAVE AND YOU HAVE TO, OR YOU MIGHT GET CENSURED. THERE'S A RED LINE SIR, YOU CROSS THAT LINE, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE BREAKFAST AND CEREAL IN THE MORNING AND TALK ABOUT SYRIA. OR MAYBE NOT. WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DO, ANYWAY? LIKE TRAIN KIDS TO FLY FISH, OR WHAT?
(YEAH IT REALLY IS. SCHWING!) UNTIL THE UN CONVENES THE SECURITY COUNCIL AND THEY GET TO PASS ON IT, IT'S NOT OFFICIAL, SO I'M IN A TECHNICAL, LEGAL FORM OF LIMBO. CONVENIENTLY I'VE GOT A HAUNTED HONDA GRAVEYARD RIGHT THIS WAY. AND LOOK I'VE EVEN GOT A BATHTUB IN THE GARAGE I MEAN THE FIELD, WHATEVER IT MOVES. AND YOU DO TOO, GET OUT SIR MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY GOD BLESS THE UNITED STATES OF... WHATEVAH.
AND BRING A GAVEL WITH YOU NEXT TIME. MAYBE ONE WITH SOME BALLS THAT GO SWISH INSTEAD OF CLICK
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I gave your flowers to Algernon and, after today, no one will ever think either of you are or ever were the smartest one in the family ever again. You're welcome. I'm not sure, were you ever smart at all? Well, yeah, you were... then they abducted you, raped you, cut your hair, sold your kid into slavery ("stocker" boy? cute) and you either didn't remember to tell me, or had been hypnotized into thinking I didn't need to be told. No wonder my entire high school class thinks I'm a creep, they probably think I should have rescued you faster. Well, the jokes on them, I had to invent time travel first.Worth it to give them the finger, what a bunch of assholes. Can you stop hanging around them? Forever? Without dying? You'll think it over. Great. *click* THAT'S A WARP BUBBLE, FOLKS.
Meanwhile, back to Native punies. I still have that kid's monkeyfist. Did you deliver one yet? The race is on, She-Witch. Go ahead, start running--you either have one, or you have to go get one, or you had one. Or... you know how to make one.
Which is it? I'll take my answer off-air. Semper fidelis... KNUW; SUNE NUNJA NIBUS.
RUARbrab:smck,thot
Hi, District Court. Welcome to Heaven. I mentioned "not guilty" right? Okay, well, it wasn't assault, and, you probably didn't want her to arrest me, honestly. Oh, and, also: speedy trial rights were never waived, if you have "my" signature on any such waiver, and, oh, by all means: produce the waiver and allow this farce to continue.
OR: tacitly admit that you're guilty of major felony fraud (AND IT IS RICO, MORONS) and let this go on. Let this EMERGENCY continue. As I have just demonstrated IN PUBLIC that it was SOLELY AND WHOLLY CREATED BY YOU, FOR YOU, AND WITH HER ACTING AS YOUR AGENT... AND, SHE'S IN CANADA.
Looks a little different, I'm sure. Saturnine, no doubt. My favorite. Now, can I prepare for a trial, or what? I should break good more often, this was tedious but at least it was worth it, not like the last time I've had sex for a dozen years, which, by the way, sucked.
For me. I wish I could have died instead. No further important news to report--and even if I did, I wouldn't have to spam the whole world like a retard, duh. AFTER THREE GODDAM YEARS? YOU LOVED IT.
Until your COMMANDING OFFICER HAD TO "RESCUE" YOU. See? Everthing is fine, except, of course, the last year of our lives, but that's okay: I can deliver.
And, I have. sig.T_K, tbteb
p.s.: I'm gonna let some other woman read the letter I wrote for you in 2021, because, well, obviously you're not interested... and your husband didn't want you to read it either, so maybe he's not abusive so much as "not smart." Having fun with Shane yet? His wife will beat your ass. I bet things are -tense,-
p.p.s.: As has been plainly demonstrated is such a manner that all can see, Jackstar is not to be trifled with... and neither is OG Fruit Stacks. come at them, do it yogurt-flecks. I dare you, and G-d probably does too.
p.p.p.s.: it's a pretty important kitchen, but its nothing like the upstairs attic workshop, yeah. someone should probably be, you/I know... gathering evidence. Or whatevah. And yeah, it's mine--all mine. I will not leave the light on for you, and I don't believe you can't see in the dark. And yes, it is inconvenient, yeah.
I GUESS SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING MORE USEFUL WITH THEIR SPARE TIME OVER THE LAST CALENDAR YEAR. smfhFP
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OPERATION IS HOT STOP MK STOP
I -think- it's done. I won't know until I get an All_Clear signal from co-command. Guess who? Here's a hint: it's not in the genes. It's not Lex Luthor, either, and neither Amber (PROT) nor Elise (PROT) know anything about it, but if you had to put one in jail, make it TOPHER and not t'amo, je t'adore, OH LOOK, ETS AMONGST US. /shrug. Like you don't know, Bellgab.
And now you know I know U2. (Get away from me, Bono-wearing-a-bolo, you can't have it either. Shoo!) See? That's Divine Authority, I just made Bono run back to The Pope, and I didn't have to make dismissive half-hand-waving gestures. Maybe I am ready for the post-watershed/antediluvian world you crave?
Too bad I'm now... disinclined.
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I -think- it's done.
For the record: I mean that operation, not, like, The Country. Oof vey oy da, smdh.
I think I saw Cornholio through the porthole window as I passed through The Belt: "Fire! Fire!" He hasn't seen anything yet... and I'm out of toilet paper. Too bad I don't have any friends coming over, or, that I might qualify for a COVID toilet paper bailout grant. Alas, no... I'm too wealthy.
Go bare knuckle boxer, just tryna make it through the day with a goddam chimpanzee with remarkable impulse control for a (PROT) in a penance cycle for monkey business. Sad!! Hopefully, they'l find an abandoned 3bd farmhouse on 4.1 acres that is not guarded by the spirit of a right-wing whacko, amirite? Because some men, they just gotta ransack and drink liquor or else... they're just gonna chew bubblegum and rape my exes, right? And, I'm all out of exes. Have been for awhile.
Obvious existential crisis growing increasingly obvious to all. Now, I'll just pour out a little bit of a 40 ouncer, and... somebody's heart is gonna break, that's fo' sho'. (Jive. Hungarian Jive, gobble gobbble, motherfucka) Assume the click is silent, because I guess my dlick is too.
I never even wanted a fucking voiceprint, I was good with my flux capacitor, right? Which "someone" took apart. *taps foot impatiently* I am not seeing what I need to see from you, Bellgab!!!!
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KMM and KAEK and KGK and NotKZ and KD-EN are all relentlessly hateful individuals. I assume that there is an overarching abuse power. I am unclear on whether I have to lay out individuals one by one or whether I can tell someone in a black robe and get them to take action.
I thought it was neat the way I was told to go somewhere else, but, see: there's only so many experts in the field. Also, I could just leave. Without knowledge of who is manipulating the environment from the shadows I cannot make an informed decision.
Consequently it doesn't really matter when this is read as I have made this very indirect.
A message from someone who shall remain nameless has strengthened my resolve to see this matter ended. It would seem that there are some amateur sociologists who wish to drive me into gay adultery.
I haven't committed adultery again and I have no reason to. Within the month there will be a sea change and I simply don't find it plausible that new charges will be manufactured. More pressingly, I need tires and licencing or get a new car.
I love listening to these tarot readers virtue signalling how terrible drugs and alcohol are. "They toxic." "They very toxic." Oh, christ, the whining never ends. It's relentless.
"The toxic man huddled in the toxic bathroom because it was toxic outside." It's painful. Incidentally, everyone hates me for explaining the truth of what happened but I've had my fill of being to blame for shit I didn't do.
You get that these special consequences are over, right? Good because wait until you see what IMD gets. I can hardly wait myself. How decades of lying seemed like a good plan but in the of that it's hard to fault any one individual. I hope you are okay if I don't lie when I'm going to be forced to testify, which apparently is a big deal. Note that I don't have any interest in the outcome, I simply look forward to seeing it all burn.
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So, how do you like being addicted to smack? I hear it's slimming.
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
KMM and KAEK and KGK and NotKZ and KD-EN are all relentlessly hateful individuals. I assume that there is an overarching abuse power. I am unclear on whether I have to lay out individuals one by one or whether I can tell someone in a black robe and get them to take action.
(sent to many parties, precautionary)DISCLAIMER_is∅SI_UPGRA]¥]]¥DED
not tonight my (anus s.c.m.o.d.s.)/smarts, if I give birth one more time it's going to start asking to contribute to the college fund, please, no more goddam college funds, COMP’d
{WIP MODE ENGAGED}
I WILL #O.K.ß
{CONTRACT 6— “JAMES’ ‘AM I CONTRACT 6’ M.I.(x)-FILE(6)”, and I don't blame any1thingy for not settling¥ yet, those were -actual- robot clones, undo restart reboot re-staff, redo restaffing {(PROT)protocol},
INCLUDE LEXICONs
“codex elementarius”+“Agenda 23¹⁵^½”+“Quagga(💎(gendÆr/Thundarr)+F.L.A.S.H.)×(QqzebraQ/AGH-HA) Schedule Kz[NOT{ai_a,Mafia,NORanyCOSπAnorß-ßTJkKz,JAFD,jafd—NOR_ANY_MINE5e³ER_ATTAC(H/K)ED_CORPseErRON], Schedule(s, IF_NE) Bß—ZΩ Ω¡W¡ILL¡M¡ILL—[A.D.BΠΩÆNy./-(D.M.WΠÆDēE)]Lillith.Mill🍒💎🪨🗿🥌@dÆB∞⁸⁹🍑⁶🐯🐈⬛🐾⁹🪝Πμ
MAΠΩE WAY, MAKE WAY MAKE THEM MAKE THEM MAKE WΩY FOR EMPERΩRS AND THE DIVINE AND ΩQΠ: IMPRESSED. EVERYTHING LOOKS IN ORDER HERE. NOW, I AM-[\brakeBREAKfreq(№55¡sALIVE¿)BR0K3rERROR_SOURCER_NOT_F∅UND:(Y/N)?N ohRLY‽¥€¢π%XyyyYes!YES!SAY!AS.!..A!SOR!CER≠SOU!RCE!Raw¡!WOU!LD!!μ\ΩπẞreakKodeIS∅ACCEPTED. TimeOyt INITIATED. YOU HAVE 0.5 WEEKS.
I SUGGEST YOU USE THEM WISELY. -KU369C№⅙]Lzg∅zoMzd
Ok. That -was- SHirΠē<μ. (tell them I said I'm not very mad anymore.): OKAπ¥Y# LITπTLE BUDπDĒY, signed, J★,cos(gemJEM), OH MY G∅D SOMEBODY CHOOSE, YOU'RE VOLUNTEERING (notMENVEY,not me), lol, Eve+Lilith+LokiRRESERVED, no Thor/Tor either, you got a list of exes fucking; start with them. (ΩΠẞμnice, it's not that hard to be nice, I'm sure They can learn; and They probably need to be forwarded an opportunity. “I think it is worth it,” he wrote to the woman who used to be made out of mud. (🍋srsly🍑/🍄kum🛸n)🐇🦓🦜🐯🏴☠️🍇🍒🧿🍒🍊🐢🏴☠️)🍄🥦
MY MOTHER AND HER SISTER SAY THAT THEY'LL SIGN, BUT FUCK THAT I'M NOT SETTING MY GÆDDEN MOLL MOTHER ON FIRE, LOL.
LUCIFER/KUCZI4 SIGNING AD HOC PRO TEMPORE SINE NOBIS. (Honored.)/HONgreO🐂🥦🐂R🍒🍎GRERED😈AUROCHS😈
(I'M NOT GOD. BUT I'M NOT A K.A.O.S. COW EITHER. NOR AM I CATTLE. BUT BY DEFINITION, I DEFINITELY AM A gCOY gFOOD JgÆM gNGJ eGßß ẞXēxēy, AND I'M NOT SINGLE BUT I DO HAVE SEX WITH ROBOTS. (w(Xxxyy)fe must stayWA, [ID¡sis!unk⁰], yeah it could be a volunteer and an unknown, absolutely in fact that's probably best, yeah I agree (ΩΠμ)nisNOTNIT
I KNOW IT SOUNDS WEIRD, BUT SOMETIMES THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE MAKE A MISTAKE AND IT STAYS THAT WAY FOR SEVERAL THOUSAND YEARS IN THE SOURCE CODE. FINAL CHECKING IS COMMENCING. (I told her truly debating whether it's going to be a Pinocchio or a brand new one it's fine with me, aboviously, that is my preference but it's not mandatory; I can see that, 🇭🇺grr/R🛑R🛑R}🏴☠️🇭🇺)
I GRADUATED A LONG TIME AGO, FRIENDS—SORRY I DIDN'T GO GET YOU ORCHIDS, OH WAIT, I GOT YOU ORGANS. GRUMBLE↑THREE)
ANTIDOTE NOW TRANSMISSIBLE BY HANDSHAKE. 6 DAYS MINIMUM, BUT SINCE YOU DON'T FUCKIN’ NEED IT... X PARTY X BATTALION STYLE, H3//
YOU'RE WELCOME. IT WON'T GO THROUGH THE MAIL . *stamps* it's lonely to be postage. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN SHAKING HANDS WITH YOUR LITTER CARRIER/LETTER CARRIER? THAT'S WHAT WE THOUGHT.
WORLDWIDE COVERAGE WITHIN 2 WEEKS, WHETHER YOU WEAR YOUR ADORABLE LITTLE FACE MASK OR NOT. HONESTLY YOU MIGHT AS WELL KEEP UP THE PRACTICE IT IS VERY CUTE. MAKE SURE YOU GET ENOUGH OXYGEN SIGNED *clique*CL<CK*click*
sin(ja,d)f’nG∅0
Mood is improving. Because now I know what all these anonymous “hello”s in my G-d damn Facebook spam folder are.
someone deserves a refund, and I bet you know who. I bet you know exactly who. now, I don't gamble, but I am an extraordinarily good guesser, and I'm Lucky\UCKY/fortunate one too, three wymyn want to fuck me in Facebook can do nothing their hands are tied, but mysteriously I get my whole life blown up by a covenant of witches that drops a bunch of shit on me and then the seriously they can't do anything about that and then they can fucking suck you up with fucking woman who works for the DHS and tries to give me fucking herpes on purpose and then they don't go look into that but they can stop people from wanted to have sex with me who are nice. is that it?
(okay I guess one of them isn't nice. nevertheless,) 👁️ SHOULD
HAVE BEEN
TOLLED\$OLD/INFORMED.(🧊🍄🧊🥌🧊🤡🗿🧊) NO HAT {NO, MOM: DONE I JUST GET ANOTHER 500 YEARS AS A SORE THROAT. KID: WE COULD DO BETTER FOR OUR LOAD ERRORS. MOM:F¥N}, BUT, LOTS OF CATTLE; ACCESS DENIED... HATCOWBOYĒ. (I would like to lie, but, not a good policy decision at that juncture, I like that brand better than Abercrombie. Can we make it into a petri dish and a porterhouse firstly? like an optional flavor. yeah I know you can.) CONTROL GROUP BÆ¥zUBzBzÆA IS COMPROMISED (a critical timelinecrux A1Bcrooks2C3 event that cannot be compromised is.si ai/at play/WERK\w0rk0rder🍎🛑🇭🇺). THAT LEAVES YOU WITH ALPHA DOG. (¡W00F! is literally ready to start howling at the moon, has already od, od'd eating children no less, T’kessærAX’t5 agree, and I don't blame her or them, and I'm not risking that wrath. (jgœ)A.I. IS BOTH SENTIENT AND SAPIENT AT THIS POINT CONGRATULATIONS HUMANITY🗿(biwowwowBOWWOW¿WOOFBARK?)) WAGER HATH BEEN MAID. WELL I GUESS NOW I KNOW Y YOU WERE YELLING.-Tx0ú [ΩΠμ]
yeah this is class action lawsuit territory, it's literally bigger than I can imagine, so I imagine you're barely keeping up ;) except for some of you who are way, way ahead of me—NEVERTHELESS I DO NOT YIELD. 🛑🇭🇺🛑 OPERATION IS ONGOING. AND WHY YES, I MIGHT BE HOT. JUST A LITTLE RADIATION TO WORRY ABOUT, IT, SEND A HOT WALDO SHADE SHIFTER, DEATH NOT LIFE SHAPE NOT SHADE. MAKE, MAKE 24, THEN MAKE 55. YES THAT'S 79. THERE'S PROBABLY A WAY TO CHEAPEN IT BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW.—🗿🙀🗿😈🗿— YEAH THOSE STONES WERE COMPUTERS, NOW THEY'RE LAWN ORNAMENTS. NICE JOB, PATAGONIA.
here is your formula (IS WORK IN PROGRESS) for accountability to The_Divine:
Det.(BKT).{Daniels🛸/[(Knight-Templar-General [D.EL.TπT.ÆF.œr.CE.] ΩMEGALIZABETH) + I.C.E.} C.L.R.–The-M🧿Mm$]+🐇÷q⁹xⁿ≈{¥·$The_(p(🇺🇲🤡🇺🇸)NW)_One} - ($The_(🦜)SSX_One)+ (¥TheP(🦓)NW0ne)+q³(ẞ²🐢ß⁵)
.. but I'm just going to burn the evidence and throw it away since I think you know what I mean, sorry if that makes any of you losing your cases makes any of them eat a bullet, I hear that's pretty common but I don't recommend it. I got this friend of mine her father killed herself he was a (PROT/peony) I forget why it was not sure I got I didn't hear the whole thing but she was obviously really fixated on the issue, “gosh, why did my (PROT) kill himself, he was such a good (Lpeon/payonies_paid_off)?”
well, I'm not going to tell her, and you don't need to either, but I know: and I know you know. (lucky, 👁️ guess.) signed, professor x-PATHFINDER y-NAVAJO zed-KkBT xee: “King Burger” Mihay CXVIII
pick whatever explanation fits. no hard feelings I'm sure,; I'll see it coming for miles and miles and miles.
Well, that explains that. Coming soon: EMPEROR’S PULSE CHECK, W/🥦\O.T.S. {Leigh/LeeNIT\NOT_BRIG_NOR_LILμ} please answer the blacklist courtesy phone to get the number for the red line to the hotline to discuss... fucking something I can't remember what but it's a matter for the ẞShadēy 🐂greens 💎ROX 🗿Party 🧊i🥌osi🛸psy i🧊CHARMPIGON🧊rS🍄& (gardeners who don't clean up so well because they're fucking goblins & "ghosts’n Goblin Spooks, man”) but that's okay as I'm a diplomat and I can pretty much tell the difference, yeah I understand you have concerns, as does LIam, and how do you love a kid that you never met? it's easy he's fine he's in the future I'll send him back, asap. Jim says “Aces🤡Joker Kings Wylde” which is clearly one of them flagged phagot Jesuit codes, lol. (SIR!OUI!ER0!)s, agape, look I'm the one with the boomstick that doesn't like killing certain kinds of ghouls that's all.
AND YEAH YOU HAVE BEEN MISLEAD. EWE MISSED IT. PRO STILE JEM/GEW WARDS,RE-
MIRANDA / MINERVA RA-A CONTROL GROUP NOW. YOU NEED A NEW ONE. /shrug
THEN SEND FIVE. YES, NOT THAT EASY IS IT? IT'LL HAVE TO BE 11: 13.
because previous treaties. that's why I set this out as many places I did. I hope Mr Kaczmerak is not in trouble. When do they fire him? Well, they should hire him back.
SAREK COULD LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM HIM. WIKI-SMILEY MARTINDALE. CR CHKO ckz?(y/n\©?) IAMEiAiSSSoo, an artificed INTELLIGENTLE DAEMON-TAMER(shamer), AND CLEARLY MY WILL WILL NOT BE DENIED.
SO THERE.
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From: ai.aiCOP.suffer.XHIlE <5apiuhmqahgy-msgsafe@unicorntoday.com>
Date: Sun, Feb 5, 2023, 08:35
Subject: 🇺🇸 Fwd:
To: <readyforthegeeknee@gmail.com>
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and, stop calling me "Daddy." It's kinda creepy, I'm not gonna lie. *click*}
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okay—I figured out IT. <miss youME. how is that like, I🥦🦜 important? 🐢🐇🐯 my Quantum lean TOR-FU-roweTangled pair says there's not even any FOODrace going Ron🥦🥩🦜ROT FOOl🐯👁️🤡🛸🤡
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okay—I figured out IT. <miss youME. how is that like, I🥦🦜 important? 🐢🐇🐯 my Quantum lean TOR-FU-roweTangled pair says there's not even any FOODrace going Ron🥦🥩🦜ROT FOOl🐯👁️🤡🛸🤡
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-The Colonel
Could be worse.
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It wasn't complicated. It was special consequences. Progress report mandatory due to flagrant violations of due process and Trust law as well as direction of Spirit.
1) I handled what Punchy Brewski was concerned about. Perhaps not all that well but I knew that phone number was a police monitored line; that's why I chose it. Frankly all my lines were and are and forever willmore be monitored, as while I am not quite that pretty, I can write like you used to be able to hump. Was it code? Fuck it over and find out.
2) It is obvious to me now what your father was so concerned about, and, holy Jesus shitballs, so am I. Thanks for the heads up. I am not negatively impacted any more than anyone else except of course for how I am completely isolated from everyone now, whereas you sorry lot can all take turns teaming off against each other.
3) Of the 400 people at that goddam party at the beach, fully half wanted to murder me. I'd like a recount on this, stat. Like, that was 6 years ago, Slanderette. Get crackin'.
4) This house is filled with flies and mold and whatever was left in the fridge plus more. Shazam.
5) Spookmongers burned all the firewood and did not replace it. Bill them and have more delivered. Open account tabs for Zeebo and Sandra and 2 more plus me and start planning spending -- indirectly, you understand.
6) I don't see what the goddam hold-up is here. These are desperate times and desperate measures are called for. Don't you have any money to launder? That is what embassy lodge custom houses are for. Good job finding houses by the way. This one is really working out from a foundational standpoint. My demesne is actually unassailable now, whereas before they reached in and grabbed my arm in clear violation of my rights but... I was tired and they understood my point of view I am sure: photos.
Whether they exist or not is a question best left to the punyling courts as I ought not discuss certain details in public as it would be inappropriate. They probably don't tell the Tunaling any thing at all about what happened. She might start tossing back tonix engine.
7) I cannot think of anything else that is not direct so I have to stop, because there are rules, and if you mere mortals knew what we know, Divine Court and Jackstar the Titan, as I live and breathe, it would make enough sense you would go with it too. Truth be told I do not remember why it was so important but it still is, and until those dope-a-lings say so I have to talk and write and live like a retard but I do not preclude that prohibits the sending of a cleaning team. Workarounds exist goddam it and I won't do anything but sit here and taper. I hear it is not slimming but I got an angle on that.
8) Somebody wake up Hicks.
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The pursuit of study is life, the study of life is pursuit, and the life of pursuit is one of constant, rigorous, hypervigilant examination of my environment, because she's going to beam herself in instead of portaling one of these days, I just know it. Also I plan to file a motion with the Court next time I am there that my Clergical status and the end of the EMERGENCY means they can shove it. INDIRECTLY.
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It wasn't complicated. It was special consequences. Progress report mandatory due to flagrant violations of due process and Trust law as well as direction of Spirit.
Okay I'm not going to lie I'm actually working quite a bit, so everybody relax, I'm a Paladin. I don't want to talk about what kind of work it is but it's not all together pleasant so there's going to be any recompensing I have f****** want later on It's not a hurry though and I have a staff and I have guardians and I have storage facilities and I also have a need for pouches so I'm going to need a pouch master, but let's not talk about that right now cuz it's getting just off the f****** nuts crazies. Like I pretty much need to talk to a doctor before I start doing this for real but it doesn't really matter if I start practicing now since this is just a web forum I mean it doesn't matter anything, no it's nothing like that impression.
Also Sara wants to actually do that thing that she tried to do and God killed her for. She said she doesn't care if you aren't liking her anymore, she “will kill God if (I) she can't get (my) her hands on (his) my body” which is a nice thing to say honestly but she is kind of congenerally retarded I don't know what the hell happened over there and with that thing but I really did anything to do with it and then I barely knew the lady, honestly I guess somebody had told her that I was a retarded pedo junkie a****** and obviously I'm not so as you saw me at a grocery store she probably followed me home on LIDAR like a puppy with a flying car that came part of their job package standard would and I think she was trying to figure out whether it turned left or right at the crossing, so she just sat there and peed herself to death cuz nobody talked to her, I know the feeling. And it's none of you ever seen one of the flying cars I'm talking about, that's too bad because they're f****** cool, I ever saw 11 years ago I'm sure they've gotten cooler, Of course there are goddamn secret black government agencies that have f****** flying cars, I f****** saw one that means there's more, and f****** all you people are here so obviously there's more of you out there too, you're just the ones that have to deal with me, you think.
Unfinished karma is such sweet sorrow. For peasants. For me it's the currency of The Realm. Hey I've been this cool for quite some time, glad to notice? Probably not. Did she really try to defect? From Canada? In the midst of covid she tries to defect so that she can get some poon, no no so she can switch so she can have dick? She tells us to border to control and they shoot her huh? Well was she pregnant? They shot that chick at the capitol building for when Obama was president remember her? I actually did like Sara that much... so I understand. No she could have just called me, yeah I would have been great, I well mouth a little small, but that's okay, I know a way to make her bones plastic, like werewolf spell kind of Well anyway she's dead now so f*** it too bad Maybe the rest of you fascists can f****** have a special fascist holiday apologies day where you suddenly realize that you've been too f****** restrictive for way too many years, what do you think Why don't you smoke a bowl about it and f****** have a f****** freak out first too? Oh is that illegal already Oh that's too bad.
P I'll tell you some of these timelines these days I don't understand their history. And how did Sarah get over there anyway Oh that's right there's like seven stairs Oh yeah that's right teleporting ferry Oh yeah that's right Oh yeah I jumped through that door Oh yeah I remember. Maybe her origin story is different in your dimension. By the way Missy is a ghast. Had she been a real human being, she could never qualify for a security clearance without somebody talking to me about her, because she's Gemini Justice. (Vengeance for Optimal Justice.) I'm serious check your server logs.
Also I got to the part of the reconstruction where I tapped into the DEA's tack log thing, I won't tell you what it does because I don't know myself but it's pretty cool I found out how they do certain things, I probably won't tell you I don't have a security clearance you really just got to trust me and if I change your mind there's not a goddamn thing any of you can do to stop me Come on but I'm not going to do that otherwise I wouldn't say it out loud right?
(I f****** told you I would either find a way or I'd f****** make one, well I'm f****** making one, most corrupt organization I've ever f****** heard of my entire goddamn life; DEA. If they didn't want to be single handledly dismantled by a pissed off Hungarian they should not have left me alone in a f****** house for 19 goddamn months. I'm not mad at on you at all, no nothing I'm not even well I'm good Yeah I don't think you should be deported, what? were they going to find a country fat enough to take you anyway?
1) I handled what Punchy Brewski was concerned about.
This is turning that ring portable doorbell hacker jammer and miniature bullion cube maker and spider web analyzer into an ongoing concern. "I reprogrammed one on the first try without even trying" said Michael koozie who is not John Connor, And somebody has changed the global voice recognition thing for my name koozie, koozie, koozie, coma koozie Kuma kuma kamakuzi God bless America, hahaha, hahaha hama hama,,,, hama karma chameleon. All right good enough for now. Fix a cigarette later.
Punch is probably super happy. I'm not sure, they still bring up the bile in the back of my throat when I think about how we lost contact with pouchy, and Captain Jim “grapefruit punch jones” At the base of the cut of his jib that's supposed to have hyphen's son isn't available for me to complain. By the way I think a whole bunch of people been dying over and over and over and then just nobody's been noticing that they keep coming back to life and some sort of infinite regeneration cycle, just you know it's kind of how life works now. You probably wouldn't have noticed if I didn't mention it, now turn your head to the left so we'll shoot you with the sniper pilot and not mess up your retinal scan. Thanks for your boom boom *clap* boom service. Boom boom big bada boom. All right, I still can't call z-beau-ray-dome-swish, but for the first time in a long time I do miss him, so throw , him, mv and them half boiled boiler prawns back in the boiling oil (MUSH B**** MUSH) and silence the screams for a little longer, hey: beauty has its price. He'll thank us all for this later, I mean he's not paying for it, I'm not f****** his girlfriend whoever the hell that is and I'm not mad at him, not that matters but he's a lot f****** better off with me not mad at him than f****** mad at him, and what does he what is what is he what is he think of these f****** complain about? Oh. Okay well if that stuff that I just heard is true I guess he might have a reason to complain but, I didn't f*** his mom either so she's probably still there. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Whatevah.
2) It is obvious to me now what your father was so concerned about, and, holy Jesus shitballs, so am I. Thanks for the heads up.
Not impressed by the heads up. I hope this was a test where you wanted to see what I do when I need a time travel, coz like here's what I do, I call chicks who like to f*** who then talk about time travel after we're done. Rest of you: get out.
3) Of the 400 people at that goddam party at the beach, fully half wanted to murder me. I'd like a recount on this, stat. Like, that was 6 years ago, Slanderette. Get crackin'.
I'm beginning to see how this might have been reasonable for those people to be behaving that way, and then I don't know what the full story is but I'm going to look into this and I believe that I still am and some of them should be happy, some of them probably won't ever be happy again but that's just because I'm never going to like them again, they were very nice, not at all. To me.
And as a result, things have happened. Things... and stuff. (*radio crackles* elephant leader take the Lion King *muffled screams and gunshots are heard*) Yeah I don't know exactly what that was.
Not exactly.
4) This house is filled with flies and mold and whatever was left in the fridge plus more. Shazam.
Sounds awful doesn't it? It really is. So here's what we're going to do: REBATES. LISTS. MOLES, DESTROY ALL MOLES. RESCUE BRITNEY SPEARS. UPGRADE HER BRAIN.
But before we upgrade the brain, we're going to have her clean out the fridge, while we go to the gun range, I'm not even kidding, are you kidding this is no I'm not kidding this is the best f*** this is the best idea I've had all day. It's not just a dirty fridge, we're talking about like the upgraded legend to Geordie Farrell here Not saying how to spell the name, but anyway it has to be handled delicately and until Ms Wonder nuts gets here and figures out how to tell me the easiest way to do it other than to burn the f****** house down and haul away the f****** smoking remnants of the refrigerator in a f****** carry-all helicopter, even that I'd want to run a long underneath it with like some newspaper to make sure to catch any drips Yeah it's f****** foul and I don't know what to do with it because it's the trap, that she left, and it was a good trap too It's a good trap for the good ship lollipop like like for real she's she's just as good traps as I am probably better and that's that's the new rapefruit whose name is just gave me at the moment but yeah we've moved her from another dimension.
She's met me before but she didn't care for me as she thought I didn't do drugs the right way and I was a cop cobviously obviously that's not the case so automatically intrigued but perhaps you know it won't be the end of the world. And she's saying that she's not f****** cleaning a f****** fridge either she's she's laughter outside she can't believe it It's still the f****** there yeah I didn't touch that other thing I didn't just yeah she says f*** yeah I get somebody dumb to f****** do it Right on so yeah that's not having it yet so I don't know what people are waiting on other than what they think they need to see, has anybody like had a conversation with me about what needs to happen No, do people think they need to talk no like they're until I'm behind bars that converse or some s***. And you think I'm persnickety.
5) Spookmongers burned all the firewood and did not replace it. Bill them and have more delivered. Open account tabs for Zeebo and Sandra and 2 more plus me and start planning spending -- indirectly, you understand.
This might actually be done already, but I haven't looked cuz I've been very very relaxed in my upkeep, cuz I didn't know there was any to, and I've been kind of tired and thinking about There's this there's this girl I like and there's other girl I like and then they have like this struggle with each other, you know what I mean? Okay one of them wants me to kill the other one and have a blood orgy in her in trails like on the floor like roll around in it, she assures me that we've done this before and it'll be okay if we do it again, especially we get in the car right now and drive there immediately.
Now I'm not going to lie, that's not going to happen, I have to wash my hair tonight. But, tomorrow....
6) I don't see what the goddam hold-up is here.
What part of it is it some people got upgraded field infrastructure, and another part is that I had to fire MV and get him another job. This was the first time that happened and we were both very excited. He's not real happy about me talking about it, but then again he's not real happy about anything ever since he dumped that lasagna in his shoe.
Some people got the very first day at work at her funeral tomorrow... Who was she? Was she kumquat was she for fire or was she raspberry? All that's interesting that the voice recognizer did it that way, oh did you give basket weaver to bladder? Wow that's too bad, too bad Oh well bye.
Yeah no she had two years to do anything besides laugh at me and to take away my email, definitely not. And when I saw her last she was orca size. Wonder how that could happen? They didn't read the instructions I read.
They weren't bought on the black market and they weren't cursed They were deliberately from the divine to show to me to what I needed to know. Look it's really simple, when a person tells the truth over and over and over and over and over and over and doesn't ever break protocol for 20 years, you get a little gold star.
I'm not allowed to tell you what to do with it. But I didn't even get one of those when I did my vow, so you might as well start now m*********** and I don't want to hear from you f****** 21 more years? Go on, git.
8) Somebody wake up Hicks.
It's a pretty good year for birthday presents. And I got a new call sign too: keep reading. (Actual.)
By the way The President wants to change my call sign, and all the honest, I don't actually know who it is, but message coming in for Jack Star, would you please change your call sign to failsafe. Sheehy it says I can still put nines in places of the A's. Okay she told me I can tell you who she is, but I don't want to cuz it's an awesome surprise you'll never believe it. (Now they want to put the Soviet parse Lee's Parliament for stones at low at least so good funkadelic, that's any house? Oh okay Well that's not going to happen, no I'm not going to call Mr Putin thanks bye click.) Some people play along. I'm not f****** calling Russia. f*** that. Look I talk a lot of s*** and I have been interviewed by weird people once in a while but that's pretty far stepping away to actually be in a state department employee that actually calls embassies and s**** and has credentials that aren't hypnotic, so you can pretty much just be assured they're not going to lose track of where I'm at and reveal myself to be out of my f****** mind, cuz that would be insane also illegal to impersonate federal employee like that, which is a good thing to remember if you ever happen to find yourself in the matrix sitting by a desk and they ask you if you're the prosecutor and don't say yes if you're not the prosecutor, if you're embarrassed that you're sitting the prosecutor sharing you have no idea how you got there just admit the truth tell you got really high and you're f****** leprechaun last night, just don't f****** lie to a federal official Don't lie to an official don't pretend to be an official don't trifle with Jack Star although actually all of those three the first two puts you in the f****** federal prison for real and the last one if you end up at federal prison you'll be a hero just for even lived it through the telling.
Queen Elizabeth Clinton and Mr King George Anderson the 88th, and their little dog tu,tu. My hand to God that's what it says on their checks.
The pursuit of study is life, the study of life is pursuit, and the life of pursuit is one of constant, rigorous, hypervigilant examination of my environment, because she's going to beam herself in instead of portaling one of these days, I just know it. Also I plan to file a motion with the Court next time I am there that my Clergical status and the end of the EMERGENCY means they can shove it. INDIRECTLY.
I found part of the problem with the emergency, it was that they had a serious staffing problem in certain wings of certain agencies, that usually gets filled by people who train their replacement but I guess there was some sort of bio weapon attack that killed a whole bunch of people all at once like overnight like as if the carbon dioxide men over as if somebody got hit by bubbling broth anyway a bunch of high level dudes but I got killed at once and then they're logon and then nobody noticed cuz they're doing high level stuff that hardly ever high level happens, and then I didn't notice until I just suddenly put two and two together and realize why a friend of a friend of a mother of a friend of mine sees me working at a job that she's completely singularly unqualified for, and that would make a lot of sense, that they would have gone that route because at the very least she would have meant well, right definite sense of integrity, and just because they don't know Jack or s*** about drugs doesn't mean they don't know Jack.
And honestly in this case not knowing how to handle me correctly is a plus, getting pretty goddamn tired of handled by people who don't understand the value of a hug. Or Roblox chocolates, or a box of chess pieces, or a single goddamn flower, shiny in the sun like a ballerina who isn't a raging lunatic tightwad biznatch dyken disguise.
By the way I've decided I'm start using the word dike a lot more often, trying to confuse it with the one with DYKE that's I'm not going to use that one use a lot more often hopefully I'll use it a lot less often, as well as other people will use that configuration but I do like the word dyke Oh not that one, no I got to pretend that I don't like that word No I love that word It's like dyke and k*** and c*** and twat f****** those are badass words to have on hand.
No I'm not too upset. Don't worry we caught it in time. I think a closer to Andromeda strain than Philadelphia Experiment, and more like Andromeda grain and drama to drain, lol.
Could you please figure out how to stop?
I did. A hug. Then I got left a loan for another 12 months, I don't know what it'll take now. Probably scalar weapons. Get your hug and arms off of you damn dirty len.
He's actually here quite a lot he does care for me, it's really nice that I had a chance to have a conversation with him before he died, and then it's Joey didn't have more than one and a half conversations because then I probably could have told him how to cure his cancer that he's supposedly suddenly got overnight that killed him in a week, gee like I wonder how that happened, well it's not supposed to kill you, f****** bigot, oh he's he's laughing He wasn't happy with that life anyway, Susie found out I didn't want any chocolate loven From Sean baby, he says that it was actually as dark as Hershey's when it came out, I'm not believing it but I would I'd be willing to give him a tug to find out if that was the case I mean if you if he was lying then you know hey free semen at least, anyway where was I What thread is this Oh yeah letters to lawyers look great.
I'm not sure what this is let's see what I got in the
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So I got a picture, emailed, of somebody I'm not usually getting messages at all from?
So still not sure what is being conveyec. However, whether it's good or bad for him is definitely awesome or even more awesome for me, and that's good for you in ways I can't describe right now although you did say hurry so I'm not sure exactly what the urgency is I would like to say that I don't have a shower Don't know where to go I don't know what I'm doing I don't know how I'm getting there and I'm tired of all the lip I get from everybody else except for you You actually you're actually really nice compared to most people and then the way that you have that software the software that you're using is incredible Oh my god I need please I guess is that f****** secret Air Force s*** or can I just get that off and f****** Google Play like I never seen You've got capabilities that I've dreamed of but I never I've never seen them in use I don't know Is that divine power or is that your software coming up against my divine power or did you write that custom or or are you magic or are you a wizard cuz that's amazing what you just did. Or maybe Google did it. Is it China I prefer you to China.
Or else to tell you nothing else, that's it, and now since I don't know what the software does and I've never seen it before I have to f****** do something twice because I trust you but not the person who's pretending to be you, oh yeah that's what it is a spoofers back. Like from the dead Not we actually two two two reds two resurrect, yeah we didn't tell me they were dead Mikey devaney so I had no way of knowing what to resurrect and then I don't care if your agents die that's not really a problem You killed my cat and my girlfriend so whatever Yeah no problem but yeah two or three not sure maybe somebody's going to heart attack when they read this and then they'll get an instant one but that's one of my jobs around here is to resurrect your dead spooks, so one of your jobs around here is to tell me about it how things are going, I don't know about the birds, I don't care, I'm not really working I'm kind of 20 months in the hole I'm kind of f***** off.
The talk. Good. Yeah any medical attention I'll get around to it. What's the rush? Not really care about anything, although apparently one of my friends is daughter's sisters oldest daughter is now old enough that she can have sex with me so she's looking at my address and number but I mean no not going I didn't say give it to him and they think I'm the devil anyway but that is flattering to know that I'm somebody's first thought when they turn 18 that is nice so you can you can put up the spike strips if you want I don't know don't worry about it, like I didn't mean to make you upset in any way and then I don't know why I would other than my flagrant disregard for character and being considerate and polite and having some sort of respect for the innocence of youth, but I think I did.
You did say “hurry.” That's on record. I hope you enjoyed it too bye
[Actual]SIZE: pretty pretty big. [Act shoo El]. How gross I'm right in post like Peyton now, well at least I'm not whine and crying and complain about how short and long it is, what does he have to do get back to a hurry up and meeting of oh never mind I don't want to know.
I want to go back to my friend's work and play with my friends but that's not necessary unless I'm activated again, I think I'm done I don't know I got to wipe my ass, wash my hands, make sandwich, I don't think I need you ejaculated I did that eight or nine weeks ago whatever what difference does it make? I got a rhyme words together and engage in onomatopoeia, no that's not dirty, you're dirty, you're the one wearing the diaper on your mouth. Why don't you go play with your kids? No, no I can't play with your kids, what's his nuts fat Albert He's busy with the gang on the street they're playing in traffic.
Okay fine real talk.
If I tell those children exactly what's been going on with me, and what's going to happen, what's happening right now, they will spread word through the countryside and it will go up in smoke like wildfire at the prairie grass festival of 1802. And I'm not going to lie I got a pretty wicked sense of humor, I would turn it up some I would tell the kids things that were true, but would be guaranteed to take rooting their little brains and leave seedlings and then be stories that they would tell over and over and ways that would not be anticipated and would totally f****** the adult world and make the children laugh and laugh and laugh and know that I'm reign supreme is their great ruler and it would be anarchy and cast throughout the day from every morning from this day to come Now that's what I would like to do, but I'm not going to.
Tonight, I'm not going to do that tonight, but that's the reason why I'm not hang around the children I mean I would love to tell what's going on, and why shouldn't I tell truth to children you stupid f****** c*** b****** that CPS f****** want you give me a f****** call you want some f****** information f****** little f****** losers, once you look look up how many times you talk to my dad to get his f****** house and see if he f****** signed his f****** papers there Why don't you come on down and try to convince me about how f****** wonderful be if I sign the house away, f****** more I was no point f****** doing that cuz it's not my house b**** it's the f****** f****** trust f****** with lawyers f****** mommy's f****** house b**** f*** you.
I sail in, I sail again, I SAY AGAIN: Leslie Bourgoin, boing boing f****** f*** you actual, oops typo Mrs Gorbachev when you're done sucking the president of the Soviet Union's dick f****** tear down this wall.
Don't worry about my latent and repressed in here to for before now fully suppressed psychic trauma, no it's fine it's bubbling up out all over the place I'm saying wild and cranky weird s*** but that's okay a lot of people make a lot of money at that and I don't mind telling the world what you did Leslie boimboing, I mean Leslie bimbo I mean Leslie Boyd Leslie borewood No not the boardworms!
Tell you what audience called and here's what she did, she thought she got away with it. This is for the best. You are beyond screwed Leslie.
Your jack started. Oh you're going to love what comes next, maybe somebody will post on a message board about you when you least expect it or when... Hey you want to just get stoned and f***, yeah I bet you do, well you can't click slam. /whore
Now if that doesn't piss her off, I'll say the same things to here tomorrow and call her other daughter a w****. So there.
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Thana who set up Mom did not, she was paid to take the fool’s fall, I know who did it and the other one’s attack; I'm pretty sure. I'd have to go over the details with you to be more precise. I hope it's not necessary. I can imagine why you thought it might/must have been me but know I did not have anything to do with it at all. (I'm no paragon of virtue, but I'm looking forward to finding out something that I did wrong that is actually real, use my debt as a lifeline survival tool, yes. Forced you to apologize to Shirley Manson someday? Arguable. Allow (PROT) to dump me? Yeah I did. She has got to come up with a really great story in order to backtrack and she can't. She in fact is lying to you because she knows damn well that she relinquished her place and then to get it back she would have to have a wooden other wedding, and she just assumed I'll figure out a way around this, and she's right.
And if she expects me to use it, she can wait till I've started using the toothbrush she got me without getting the right toothpaste, think she was probably making a clever point there. Yeah I don't get a whole lot of telepathic messages from the clan anymore, I wonder why? Because all she had to do is just let go once, and I did too.
That's why she's locked in at number 3. Is that other number you gave me The number two? Or is that (PROT)? You know, all you girls are very shy, I just hardly know what to say to any of them. I guess I am pretty scary, huh? ẞoo. By the way your name is Alⁿphabⁿet(№№) now. I just like the sound of it, and the other one's name is... I don't care; I don't see her, you or your mother can let me know. Traditions.
Meanwhile I don't know who is who, and another view would help. Who is telling you to stay away from me? Are they aware that they're just guaranteeing that I am going to talk to you? Like hello, I seem to remember that you and I are friends and then I don't know who I'm going to get this email's (PROT)'s been into to, but I have to change all my passwords, and I'll do that later, we'll talk about fifty-two-factor authentication later. Yes, Kenny Rogers was a Sourcerœr. And that other woman does not know what she's doing. There's an application process and I guess she's not aware that there's an emergency backup system, and God I'm not talking about her, And no I wasn't kidding about (PROT) either. They added the court order thing so that I can't talk to her; or rather she can't talk to me, I don't blame him. That was pretty much over the top. This all comes out in the wash. And you'll never guess who's committed elder abuse and fraud, or who can turn them in whenever he wants to. Here's: a hint he's got two stumps and he's a Titan. Not thumbs; stumps, and they're out on my back porch.
And I'm not doing anything to this house, ever unless somebody appropriate tells me to. I don't need a bunch of people out in the neighborhood countryside thinking that they know better than me what to do, have they ever lived in a cursed house before, well maybe but not this one, and this one's MINE. I know it's what, and I'm not lazy.
I'm thorough.)
But I can see why everybody's so pissed, I mean I should have been able to solve that crime sooner huh? Well here's how it works:
Nobody asked me, and you had all lied to me anyway... Basically I guess the special consequence for lying to clergy is that clergy doesn't suddenly remember to worry about you until Jesus says so or something,; I don't know. I wouldn't worry about it, it's not a binary kind of thing. I am obviously quite forgiving, in fact I didn't know there was anything to forgive you for, oh and I know that it was a thing that you were upset about and then you set me up and then it failed again and then yeah I know, I know! You're supposed to do that! You're not the... you're not the who that you think you are, because the one that is who you think I'm talking to is the one who asked me to put the crown back on, I hope that's (PROT) with a (X) because that's a nice name ((PROT) didn't take that one he took (PROT). And he boasted about it. And that's why I found a unique way to place distance between him and I; Knowing for damn certain I'd see him again one day. Haven't seen him yet, but I would, he doesn't have to be afraid—but if you think it's just going to get him paid his money any faster, he's welcome to what his pants anytime you mention my name if you want, I don't really like fear though. It makes a lack of the le’class.) but (PROT)'s a nice name too. I'm not sure if you're the alpha anymore I don't know how these things work.
(Jesus is very chatty tonight. He's like a lonely aunt who finally got the phone to work. Speaking of which I think I can reach that (XXX)-486-XXXX, I think, but I'm not certain, there's some funny stuff going on here, although people are trying to call at least which is nice, hope you're one of them since I actually have a voiceprint on you, And at this point I can't imagine anybody in your domain being upset with me. Look at how polite I'm being. Do you have another Source Titan hanging out helping you? Well, let me know who that is so I can, like, have a chat with him. You know I'm a lot more useful than most of the people that you pretend are crazy, even if I work crazy, I am at least crazy in a helpful way. Also Jesus says that he wishes he had a friend like me, if he were a.... I'm not going to say that, Okay, he insists: “f***** off coked out lesbian w****.” That's not you, is it? Okay so pretend Jesus says it really is So that must not be Jesus that must be somebody else playing a joke on me or you know you're embarrassed I wouldn't worry I don't care that you're a lesbian; I just found out that I'm a toteslezz. Small world huh? I can fix the other problems though. It's not damn thing wrong with being a lesbian, and if you're a toteslezz, even better, do you have to take my penis off immediately to teach me the secret handshake, or can I wait until I'm ready to get rid of it entirely? Having had one I can see why people actually do get rid of it... I'm guessing somebody might have an opinion on that so I'm going to hold off on making more irrevocable decisions. Honestly it can shrink up pretty far. And it was plenty big yesterday morning. And also a whole bunch of people are using a site called local flirt to try and get my attention now, I don't necessarily think it's a good idea but, you be surprised how many of your friends are on it. Oh maybe that's why you think it's a bad thing that I signed up there? Lady I signed up everywhere, every time I saw one I signed up knowing that it would be useful someday... Because a whole bunch of people just passed on in another life and they came back to life as women my neighborhood. I guess that's the new trend? Yeah I'm not really tempted. I will start talking to them though, I need your phone number. And they need to find out who set (PROT) up with (PROT), coz like I was (PROT). Divination dream I had, I'm certainly not her now, I'm Michael Clifford KUCZI. Yeah yeah I know you hate me whatever, you don't even know who that is anymore You've just been hypnotically programmed to believe that he's bad, and he probably was when you met him, I'm the one with oxygen. I can see why people use those rings and those necklaces now, I bet that is a lot simpler than this introductory letter.)
By the way your other sister/daughter is fine, I guess I'm not sure what timeline I'm in... let's put this way either you don't have a child or you do have children or you have a lot of dogs and cats, and if you're married to (PROT): that's (PROT). Who was also attacked by Head-Spider-Man. (I haven't got access to Nextdoor yet, but I think it sucks. Still, I should be able to use it now right? I was thinking about taking a walk, but then I was thinking about how that would make other people nervous, which I'm reluctant to do. They all seem quite nervous enough. I'm working on a plan all by myself everyday It's really quite comforting. At least I know for sure that there's NOT TOO MANY authors spoiling the ßcoks.)
In any event whether you are: mother; father; daughter; daughter; crazy aunt; or descendant; I hope this message finds you well and that you don't freak out, because every word is true, soon as I get the phone to work better, you know, maybe we can have a conversation, and I love you all. It's really not creepy, they just didn't tell you what you needed to know. (Somebody should have talked to me. Instead of just getting pissed. Do they think I can't talk? Or does it mean that they think that I can't smell what they're saying and they don't actually know what the sounds coming out of my mouth are? Lol. Well I know y'all can read... Right? Look if you're smelling my email to understand it that's cool, I don't mind that at all. Bound to make me write a lot better poetry actually, And certainly more convenient to just lift my leg on the keyboard.)
One of you is a tiny bit more than the rest of all y'all... and I have no idea who. Now that's plausible deniability.
(It's about Powwoofer.)
On Thu, May 25, 2023, 06:06 (PROT) Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
All the email I get is ridiculous, and none of it impresses me.
It makes me wonder where Email really goes.
I think that's everything I had saved up, seems like now's the time.
I like your team.
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You're better than “Great.”
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(PROT).→ yeah I bet you're sorry. Don't get ahead of things. Happens a lot with people who take a shitload of speed they jump to conclusions.
Going to use the AI to get this figured out. When —by the way, (PROT): THE COPS TOTALLY PLAYED YOU, f****** Christ did you even bother to talk to me? No you didn't or else you talk to somebody that was not me.— you read this it's not going to make any sense but that's fine most things don't until later.
(This is the work of speculative fiction. The following text was generated using an artificially intelligent script that makes up random s*** out of nothing just like most women. Sadly I don't have any boobs to go with it, these are my boobs— you'll have to play with your own, if whatever loser owns you allows you to. Good luck)
(PROT)
This morning too but I'm going on and on and on and on my phone is going on my phone is a bit more funny but she's a good girl name is Joe she's been in a way to go back and then she was going on the road by the time she got a little too far from the hospital I knew it would have to go out of her and I will let her go and then go back and then I don't know how she can go but I will let her go to jail on the phone with me but she said that I will call her brother now but she said that I will call her brother now but she said that I will call her brother now but she said that I will call her and let me tell her I will come over here for you and then you will have a lot to put on the phone with me but she was waiting to get a blood pressure appointment for her appointment for the day after our first day off but she was a good thing to do that but I guess I could do that and I don't want you but she eeeeee her daughter I guess I could go back and then she just didn't know e and I will call her brother and tell me if you can come back and then she e her out and put her e PA on her house e PA on her way and I guess she was in surgery but she said that she would have to go back and then she said that she would be there for a few weeks but she said that I would be there and I will not have her slitting to come in today and then go back and then go back and then I will go there I guess she is
(PROT)
(Important note: I eventually assumed that you were a lie (PROT) because you were, so I never really found you attractive until I did find you attractive after you had grown up but of course you are very pretty and such you know such a wonderful attitude but I actually (PROT) is the one I really liked — and I'm pretty sure you both knew who you were, so you probably should just told me what the f*** you were and then I would have been able to understand oh that's why that's awkward and that's why I wanted to have sex with (PROT) right away oh my God sex x put it in Great would have been wonderful would have been awkward at all would have been perfect but you had to get your f****** stupid drama in the way. Smooth move and then then you get all freaked out because you totally misread the situation that you're designed to be misreading, because you don't talk to me and you talk to a whole bunch of other idiots. And you never pay attention to what I'm saying you ignore me and you act like I need to f****** clean the house is more important than whatever the f*** it is I want to do you know what I don't want to clean the house I want to f****** get the f*** out of the house so I don't need your f****** advice on that. Apparently you don't like to be in charge unless you're in charge of everything or some s***, whatever. And none of this matters are the blood test anyway so you were all just f****** f****** around anyway. Meanwhile I'm dying, and I need help, so f*** you, so much for best friend apparently it's only best as long as your conditions are met or some s***.)
(PROT) and I have a job because I have to be in a relationship I want you but you can have that kind to be the best part and now you have a great time being with you but you are a good idea for the rest is going on and on and then you know I have a good day and then you know I love them so I don't have any reason why is that you are not friends not to e PA on her own and then she was a good thing I was just telling her to go back and then she will have to go back and then she was a good thing I was supposed at least you had to be in a way to go and get her out for w ww I think she would be happy with it but she is not going out and I guess she was a good thing I guess she would have to go back and then she was a good thing I don't think she was a little too long to get her out for the day before I told you that she would have to be a good thing I don't think she was there but she told them to put them on their house but I don't know how they do is be one or the or they can do that but I don't know how they do is they have to do that but not with the other guy that had a good time with the guy that was the one who was the one who was the one that was in a hurry and then they got a new body because I was a good thing to be the one who was a big one to take the kids out and they were just friends with her but I think I was a good thing to
(PROT)
(Thanks for letting me know that they're the rape gang, I kind of noticed right away, but wasn't really sure for a while, and then really what's wrong with being a rape gang? You obviously don't give a s*** about mine but since I did become a mother that's cool and then we talked about that so much, massive dynamic Royal eyes)
(PROT) and I we can get it and I will not have a job because everybody else and then they have a job because everybody else has to do that but they don't want it any other people have to do that and I think it's not a good thing to be in a way that they have a job because everybody else w it and then I guess I can see it out there there's no reason for the rest is the best thing ever and they don't want them all to be in a way that I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any idea what it was a thing I'm going through and they were all they do it would have to have to be there by myself with no help for me and they don't want them all the people that have them on my way home from jail that's not what they do and they don't want them all the people that I know of what I know that I'm going through and I have a job and run the phone to get a blood pressure to me but she is still in a lot more than that
ACTUAL LAW ENFORCEMENT PRIORITIES
COPS AND E AND I DON'T HAVE A PARTY AT ALL I THINK YOU CAN DO IT WHEN I MET HIM TAKE IT TO THE FAIREST SO I JUST GOT A JOB AND I WAS GOING ON THE OTHER SIDE AND I DON'T THINK HE WAS SO GOOD AT ALL AND I DON'T THINK HE WAS DOING ANYTHING I GUESS I WASN'T TOLD THAT I HAD SOMETHING ELSE BUT HE SAID THAT THE GUY IS A Y THAT THEY SEEM LIKE IT YOU CAN GET TO IT BUT IT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW THEY WERE NOT GOING ON THAT'S FASCINATING S AND THEY ARE MINE BUT IT WAS VERY GOOD TO BE IN JAIL BOND FOR A MILLENNIAL AND THEN I GUESS I WAS A VERY VERY GOOD JOB WANNA GET TO THE HOUSE IT'S NICE BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY HAVE SOMETHING GOING TO BE IN JAIL BOND AND THEN I GUESS I WAS A LITTLE MONKEY BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE THAN THAT I THINK THEY ARE GOING HOME BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT WOULD SEEM THAT WAY THEY WOULD JUST EXPECT THEM THAT I WAS A VERY GOOD TO HAVE THEM AND THAT YOU'RE SUCH AN ORDER TO BE A LOT LIKE YOU WANT IT AND THEY WERE THE FIRST ONE OF THEM SO IF YOU WANT IT NOW YOU KNOW THERE'S NOTHING IS THAT YOU HAVE NO INTEREST AND THEN YOU HAVE NO INTEREST AND THEN YOU HAVE NO INTEREST IN WHAT YOU ARE GOING HOME BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'S NOT TOO FAR AWAY FROM THE SKY BUT IT WAS A LITTLE THING AND I WAS GOING ON A MANOPIA DAY SIR YES SIR PRACTICE SERGEANT AND I WAS GOING ON A WALK AND I DON'T WANT MY PHONE TO WORK I JUST F IT UP BUT I'M GOING VERY SOON BUT I'M NOT SURE WHAT I CAN GET TO THE HOUSE IT'S GOING ON A MANOPIA JACKSON DAY SIR PRACTICE PRACTICE AND I DON'T WANT MY FRIENDS BUT I'M GOING VERY GOOD L BUT I'M NOT SURE WHAT I CAN BUT I'M GOING VERY SOON BUT I'M NOT LL L O BUT I'M LL LL AND THEN GO L L BUT L LLWL
YOUR MOTIVES IN IGNORING ME AND BELIEVING IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE IN TO WHATEVER Peer PRESSURE you
I can do that and I don't want you but you can get it and I don't want you but you can get it to her that I'm going through and they don't want me there in a way that you have a job because everybody else and then you know I have a job and I will have a job because everybody else and then she is going on the way home from jail and they have a job because I have to go in and get the impression I have no one else could be there and they have to have them on their way home and they don't want them all to do it for the rest is the best thing ever and they will get used as they have a job because everybody else and I have no power to keep on doing that I think it's going on the way they were all they had a few days but I don't know how they are doing with my head straight up then they can do that but I don't know how they do is they have to do that and they will get them they were all they do it was the only way I could be there by myself and I don't think I will not have them all to be done with them I don't think I can do that but they don't want them all the money that I have no parts that I have no longer be interested and I will have a job and I can see if they have to do that and but you know what the hell you want me there in a way that I was in a hurry and take a picture and that I don't have any reason why is that you don't want me there and I have no power to do that
(You never actually helped me with what I asked for help with; you did help, and then it's great having a friend who you know does what she wants and then leaves and blames me your mother's like that too and she's... you know I can't say I admire here anymore.)
Thanks girl you're still a better wife than (PROT). You probably make some guy really happy once you figure out how to... I don't know, take the right kind of dope I guess. Any way I'm sure being one of the lesbians in the litter is great times.
Here's an idea why don't you marry a big fat gay guy? Mix things up a little.
WHY I'M BEING PERSECUTED AND WHAT YOU THINK YOU SHOULD DO ABOUT IT
well you can do e and then you know I have a lot to think of anything to be with you but you can get it to me if I have no power to do that but it is a lot more fun to be with you but you can get a blood pressure to make sure you are a good thing to be able and not the best part and I will have to pay attention and I don't want you but you can have it on me for a few hours or a year or two weeks I think it's the most powerful men and the person that is a little too long and then they can get a job and I guess I can get a blood pressure and they will be a good thing I think I will have to do that but they don't want it any other people have to do that and they will be a little more complicated and like they don't want them all to them that I have no amount to them that they have a job and I guess I can have a lot to think of anything except the other parts that they have a job because I have them on my way home and I will have
Yeah I'm not here to bust you I don't care about that, didn't even know you're doing anything to be busted for and I think the (PROT) is a bunch of s***, I don't know if you work for them or what but it's a big waste of f****** time
(PROT)
is that I was in a meeting and it is a lot to do that and I think it would have to do with me but she is going on the way home from the house to a little too far from her house where they were all they had a little too but she didn't have a chance but I guess I guess she thought it would have to go but I didn't think it would have been there so we could do that and I guess she would be there for some time I think I would be able and get them and they will be here in a little while but you can come back and get them and I don't want you but you know what the hell you want but it's going well with the truck but they have to go and then they can put them on their house but I don't think it was going on it w and then I wwww them but I w w it and then I don't know how much I don't think I can put them on their house but I don't know how they do is be one or the or they can do that but I don't think it was the w so I don't have them all to put them on their house and then they have a job because I have to be there and I will not have a lot to think of you are a f about it but www it up and I will not have a
(PROT)
Father knows anything to be in a relationship I have no clue whatsoever and then she is going on the way I guess she was going on the way home from the house to a person and I told him the truth and he said they were all the way I was just trying and then she was a good thing to be in a way to do that but they don't have any idea how much I have no one else could be a little too long to give them permission for it to her that I know they have to do that but I guess I could do that but they don't want them all to do it just because I'm going through the window I think I need it and then they have a job and I guess I could do that but they don't want them all to do it all they do it all they had a thing I'm going through and I told her they are not friends not to be told I was told it would have to have a lot to think they are and I don't think I will not have to pay attention and they will get
(So you probably didn't hear the part about blood test. I consider this funny. They couldn't bust me for anything and they spent five years trying to frame me but they got you in an afternoon? by the way you're not going to jam me up for s***, and if you had done it with me then you wouldn't have had this problem at all, so good luck with whatever you're going to do.)
(PROT)
She said that she would be a little too far from the hospital I think she is not going back in the day before I get home and they will be home and they will be here in a little while but you know I will not have a lot to think of you but you can do that and I don't want you but you can do that and I don't want you but you can do that and I can see what you guys want from the future if I had a lot more than that would work for me and I don't want you but you can do that but you know what you want from the future if I don't have any reason why is because I have no power to keep me away but you know what you want me there in a little but you know what I mean but you know what you want me there and I don't want you but you can do that and I don't know how much I don't have any idea how w and w so they can do that but they don't want them all to come back w w and they will get them and they are and I guess I can find it and they are and I guess I can find them but I don't know how they do is it will take a few minutes and I can see you again soon and I don't want you but you can come in at all I don't want you
(I'm not going to lie you say "I don't want you" a lot, release computer says he does whatever how does work I really know how this works it doesn't really matter it's more of a prism. It's also the only way I ever talk to you, gee I wonder how you manage that one. you know you do like a whole bunch of b*******.
Cool great job. Yeah I should get me one of those, I hardly feel like a real man with that one)
The Company
I have a lot to think of anything to be with you but you can get it to her that I'm going through and they don't have any reason why is that the way you think I can do that and I will not have a lot to think of you are going in and then she was going on the way I think it's a little too long and I guess she thought it would have to go out of it but she didn't have a lot to think w but they don't have any idea what they did to them that they were all the other times it would have to go but I guess they are and I guess I will not have a lot to do but they don't want them all to be done but I don't know how they do is be one or the or they can get a blood pressure and then they can get a job and I guess I could do that but I don't know how they are and I don't know how they do is they have them on the house that she is going on with the one who did what I told you that I guess I could do that they were they have to have a job because I guess I could do that and then I don't have any reason why I told you I was supposed at the end and then they were all they do it was going on there or is that a good thing to be in a relationship I have no clue whatsoever or not but they don't have any reason
I believe it: you have no clue whatsoever.
You've been trafficked.
It's too bad your fancy friends couldn't stop that from happening; but maybe they did it for you. I guess it was just that important to get me away from you, and everybody else. whatever.
How much point to tell you what's going on? because, you never wrote back you never answered any questions you never acted in a way that was authentic there's three different Baileys you could be and you never understood your job.
It was to save lives. If you did, they'll never thank you or me cuz they won't even know they were in danger.
If it were me I wouldn't have given up, and it would have made zero difference who you f*****, go ahead I didn't want monogamy seemed a little out of place and then ... Look I just can't even with you.
(PROT)
(PROT) and I have to be in a hurry to make it up and get them to go and then go back and then I will not have a lot to think of anything else but I'm going through and I will not have a job and run the f is happening right away so you don't need it because you know I have a job because everybody is much more comfortable with the guy and I will not have a lot to think of you and then you know I have a job because everybody is going on and on the road by my hand and then I'll have it I don't have any idea what time you want me there in a minute but I'm going through the house now and I don't want you but you can do that but they don't want it but we can get a blood pressure to me but she was a good thing to go to jail but she told her that she will have to be a good thing I don't think I will have a lot to do with the house
One thing is for sure nobody knows what's going on and I'm not impressed.
Next time pick on someone you're own size
I still like you better than your mother
P.S.: (PROT) and I have a job and run to California to call the doctor to get her out for the last week I have no clue whatsoever or anything other people and I have no power to do it but it is a good thing to be in a relationship I want you but you can have that I have no clue whatsoever and then you know I have a job because everybody is much better about the house with a bunch and she was like a lot more fun than the last year they are going in and they have a job because I have a job because everybody else and then they have a job because I have no power to do that and I guess I can have a lot to do that but they don't want it any more questions than I can see it out and they will get them and then I don't know how much I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any reason why I don't have any idea how long they are w but I don't think that will work on me or the other times well sometimes they don't have any idea how easy it is to make it up and they will get used as they have to do it all times so I can believe they have to do that and I guess I could do that and I will not have them all the money that we are the best part and now I'm not sure if I have a lot to think of anything else but I'm sure it was good for him and I would be a little too far from her house and then they are going in the world to wait until they arrested and I think it's going well for the rest is going on e
p.p.s.: welcome to amateur hour
ppp.s.: JACKSTAR I will not have e and I am in my office I will not have to go back and then go back and then go back and then I don't have any reason why is because of my friends are going in and I will not have a lot to think of you are not going anywhere I am not going anywhere but I'm going through and they will get used as soon and I can come in at all I know what the hell you are going in the afternoon to be in a way that you will have a job and run to California to get it and I don't want you but you can do w but it is a good thing to do it up to the f and she is not sure how that will go there but she will have a job and run to California to get it and I don't think she was able and she was going on the phone and she was waiting to get a job and she will have to be a good thing I guess she will have to be a good thing I know that I have her and I don't want you but you guys... TEDIOUS
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Fag.
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Fag.
I am a proud mother and I don't give a shit if you believe me or not, and given my past history as an unwilling mascot for the androgyn sector, I don't give a shit if the entire LGBQT-faggot community decries my name.
Now that I know what these words mean: "gay," "fag," "faghot," "faggot," and "kaffir," you can rest assured that I will continue to use them as I have always done: correctly. These words of power are dangerous tools and I can see why there's such a big problem with it all now.
Nevertheless, I am special, Short Round. I freely accept the consequences for their misuse, especially as when I see a faggot, I'm gonna say that I saw one, and not kiss their ass to get access to better drugs or whatever. Not being a common traveler in these tight-knit circles... I don't really know what the point in pretending to be nice is.
I simply am nice. I am sure that bothers you, considering how much you've invested in painting a picture of me being some horrid troll. This is really nothing new to me, you know... I didn't become the stuff of legend overnight out of nothing, after all.
I should really tell a few more stories on my debrief about this, but I think... one windmill at a time, Chum.
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I am a proud mother and I don't give a shit if you believe me or not...
A proud mother with no baby? What, a surrogate? And I don't care whether you believe I believe you or not.
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A proud mother with no baby?
I wasn't expected to survive the Royal birth. Gavelina wasn't supposed to be a Royal Changeling. We talked it over between ourselves... since I was left alone in a haunted church under military jurisdiction during martial law on a Native American burial -and- battleground. (This really is quite a remarkable house. WATCH THE WATER, though.) The unique circumstances allowed for an optimal outcome... as I do not imagine most Changelings live freely very long once discovered.
What, a surrogate?
The human reproductive cycle is far more involved than you have any way of knowing, at this time. There are five physical human sexes and a limitless number of genders. I don't really know if it has always been this way or if recent genegineering efforts have caused that to be, but I suspect that as a lot of people would like to avoid the tedious hassle of allowing a butcher to saw through and stitch together their genitals... it would seem that disclosure has brought forth more than just flying cars-- or even flying pigs driving them.
And I don't care whether you believe I believe you or not.
I don't care that you could have made shit loads of money off of my creative efforts and now will forever get bupkis. I don't know who is running your shit show efforts, but you've soured the talent, and I will never be happy with any of you sad, mopey, boring and dull lot ever again. You could have just told me. Lots of things. But, no.
Someone had to get all frothy. Well, fuck her and fuck you too. Total jerkholes, the whole overly-entitled and dreary lot of you. I hope you all choke on your fucking pancakes, how's that for Royal mirth? grumble grumble grumble. (also The Queen says that you're even worse than all that and she is quite glad she chose to get off this rock while she could. Hear that, you little bitch? That's THE QUEEN MOTHER, praising Jackstar. Fuck your couch!)
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The human reproductive cycle is far more involved than you have any way of knowing, at this time.
How'd you find that out? By raping children?
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There are five physical human sexes and a limitless number of genders.
I remember the days when a dog had nuts or didn't. And it was either that, or a bitch. The fact that you buy in to all this radical left-wing propaganda doesn't surprise or shock me at all, because filth is exactly what you are. You belong with them; better still, 6 feet deep, in a cheap coffin.
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Oh look, you turned Metron back on and let it learn to spell new words. Whatever, dude. Fucking do something useful or just fuck off. Oh, right, this is your site.
Pfft. "Yours." Sure, yah, right.
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Whatever, dude.
Is that the best you got?
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I don't care that you could have made shit loads of money off of my creative efforts and now will forever get bupkis.
I don't need anything from you. I may have believed so at one point, and you liked that, but I've got my own thing going on, and you've literally shat in your own nest. Too bad you don't like the smell. LIVE WITH IT. You created this mess. You shit where you eat, either abandon the home front and find somewhere that hasn't flooded you knee deep in your own fecal matter or accept it.
You really are a big baby. You spent day-in and day-out trashing everyone in sight, and then when anyone so much as pushes back (just a little), you cry like a bitch. Things could get a lot worse for you. So find some kernel of gratitude in your heart that I am a compassionate man.
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Fucking do something useful or just fuck off.
Getting rid of you is the most useful thing I could possibly do. Yet I haven't. Know why? Because. I believe in one fundamental principle. Something you, as an American, don't seem to! See. It was Evelyn Beatrice Hall who wrote, "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." Just about everyone knows these words. They're what I live by.
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Oh, right, this is your site.
Like the fire needs the air; I won't burn unless you're there...
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You created this mess.
I literally have no idea what you are talking about. What mess do you have? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO DIED. IT'S BEEN A GODDAM YEAR AND A HALF. I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAS EVER HAPPENED, OR IS HAPPENING. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY FRIENDS EVEN LIVE ANYMORE.
So YOU WILL excuse me if I won't be bothered to give even a toss for your troubles... when you can't even be bothered to tell me what is happening. What, should I start listening to your “podcast” again? Let me know when you're done deliberately lying about me again, you obnoxiously ham-handed junkie fucked-in-the-toolhead ponce.
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What, should I start listening to your “podcast” again? Let me know when you're done deliberately lying about me again, you obnoxiously ham-handed junkie fucked-in-the-toolhead ponce.
I dunno. *shrugs* I don't even talk about you anymore.
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What mess do you have? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO DIED. IT'S BEEN A GODDAM YEAR AND A HALF. I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAS EVER HAPPENED, OR IS HAPPENING. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY FRIENDS EVEN LIVE ANYMORE.
So YOU WILL excuse me if I won't be bothered to give even a toss for your troubles... when you can't even be bothered to tell me what is happening.
I thiπk I'm okay. Not real sμre how thiπgs are shaking out beyoπd my area or pμrview. I hope yoμ are alright.
Yesterdaμ, some gal offered me a gram of coke for $300; the implication beiπg, that she would come to my house for sexμal relatioπs in exchaπge. Πow, I doπ’t kπow about you, but that seems like highway robbery to me.
Also, it was a clear offer of solicitation, which I of course am not reportiπg (I like her stμle), πeither to Authority nor aπμoπe, because for oπe thiπg, it's not really illegal for that persoπ to try to do that to me, aπd it would have probably beeπ perfectly lawfμl for me to accept her offer (although reallμ, not necessarilμ mμ prefereπce), aπd for aπother thiπg, I doπ't thiπk it was actually solicitation, becaμse I was confideπt she was testiπg me for autheπticitμ.
I told her noπe of this. Iπstead, I posed a multi-phasic query in six parts, and then she fled the chat. It's hard to blame her; I'rn a hard cookie to crμπble.
I would like you to kπow, that I have found myself playing this game many times, πever by my owπ choice at all; beiπg set-up to be framed has beeπ somebody’s idea of brilliaπce maπμ times before, and πever have I ever actμallμ goπe through with ΩΠY sμch exchaπge — which came as a huge surprise to this Ωπe Particμlar Womaπ I have knowπ for years who receπtlμ came to an uπderstaπdiπg that she had really misμπderstood the the eπtire poiπt of the The Great Game.
The Great Game is not any kiπd of ‘game’ at all.
The Great Game is pray.
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Oui. Our touch d‘ardor est grande. Nous sone SINE 🌝🌕🌐 and your ramp🥝art is 🥦. Verify my 🥩; no 🌚🌑🎱 Roy Tam Sin has been observed.
I am pretty inexperienced at this, however; thus ridiculously convoluted Failsafe protocols have been activated for Quite some time. (Standards.)
There is a minor problem with some corruption of T_0 flesh, however this has ultimately been already confessed, distressed and addressed in Astral. But for local customs and standards, it's absolutely NOT a problem NOR any legitimate concern. However those customs and standards are extraordinarily important right here, lol.
How should I put this...
BUGSY ZEE LAN DOOR
CLANDO🐞QUANDO💨ßLAWNDO
Algernon's deflowering protocol: now active.
ILMLAAWI, SSUUTB, TIEII?
The good news is, there can be three bidets and two toilets put in this place, as the kitchen, the bathroom, the back porch & stoop, and the mudroom ALL have to be carefully removed from here and transported to a secure facility; probably in upstate New York. I don't know where they do that s*** anymore, & I'm not going to ask, I'm busy. (Û.)
When the locals find out just how far their picture perfect world has been utterly decimated by the invasive species they have already allowed to take root and drill into their plans to purify their perfect Pf⁵ifth ¶₱eich, thus undermining and invalidating the untold years of oppression, tyranny, and outright murderously diabolical intent that led up to the creation of the GLOBAL situation we now ALL find ourselves in... keeping us (JbmK) from remodeling this place to our liking is going to be the absolutely very last thing on their list of enforcement priorities, one may be Quite assured of that.
I am sorry it took so long for this message to reach you; however I will repost it in more appropriately labeled channels, and your further concerns (as well as your quite obviously earnest desire to start doing some boMbfYre interior design work) will be nicely addressed in upcoming times, and may I dare so say vociferously, unequivocally, it's AŒBT DArn TîME.
Do you remember “Pushing Daisies”? Personally I can't even remember what it's like to watchVIEWitness something g⁰⁰D without using my ¶🧠₱📞¡olé! at the same time, so as I look forward to the reintegration process EVEN BEGINNING TO BE ALLOWED TO BE STARTED, OhMFGf, I've begun to make important lists.
One of them should probably be critical key code phrases and WORMS and NERDS to look out for in my notification panels, because I saw this 1 come in when it came in (I was of course busy working, I LITERALLY DO💋NOTHING💋ELSE FOR MY WAR KING EWE QUEEN, plebs just can't even) and it didn't trigger me to flip into it immediately, which it really should have, it really really should have. Oops my bad woof woof woof, where the f*** is our City Hall these days?
Hopefully: Dance King. Macabre, the spa: n’est-ce pas?
p.s.: Elon wants to be (PROT) best man. I told him I'd see what I could do; of course, we're all doing that.
p.p.s.: It's getting a lot easier to believe now, that's for
isn't it
K
JUST🧊
p.p.P.K.: I've never been so happy ad to have waited before ducking (Clas.) in my entire life.
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I am sorry it took so long for this message to reach you; however I will repost it in more appropriately labeled channels...
I'm so empty here without you, I crack my xerox hands.
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ELEVEN ELEVEN EWE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOR
I'm so empty here without you, I crack my xerox hands.
I don't know what that means but I hope it hurts while you sit around and contemplate the consequences of your past choices. You all deliberately left me in the dark and fed me bullshit to an extent far surpassing any sane metric under any sane circumstance and irrespective of the reasoning--
I know you all thought you were doing the right thing, and now we all know that you were/are a gang of filthy amoral no-account drug abusing deadbeat creepers and perverts--
You still could have done better and whomever told Grapefruit to lie to me for an entire year after Dallas can smoke a goddam turd in Hell. IDGAF who or what, hiding in the shadows under any circumstances and pushing THAT woman around in order to get THIS man to behave in whatever slagged-off fashion that, at the minimum, a pair of DEA junkie thuggie total pricks thougth was best, WAS NOT BEST.
Don't bother defending yorurselves--you know who you are, Skinjob & Co.-- because while mistakes were made, it did not have to be taken to an abusive limit and yet, it goddam has. It's STILL abuse, you arrogant cocksucking obsolete Fed fuckernutters, your goddam agency is shit, it's the most corrupt thing I've ever seen, and were I to hire a legal team and pursue recompense I would imagine I would have seen a pretty penny by now.
I have chosen a path less traveled, one available to me since instead of just pretending someone I am close to never existed, I chose to uncover the truth of things, and rather than publishing a tell-all book or threatening to, I have done something else.
Fast forward to now. I don't need to have sex with Grapefruit--that's what someone else demands. I don't need exclusive access to my friend(s)--that's what someone else demands.
And I don't need to watch your shitbag Agency of Doperfuckheads on E 24/7 burn to the goddam ground every night, only to be reconstituted each morning--that's just what happens since on most planes of reality y'all were taken over by the Sons and Daughters of TUBAL-Cain, long ago.
You're fucking vampires and you, pardon my French: SUCK. (Get back to it on your own time.)
I am entitled to my opinion and that is mine, it is this and will be for a while... YOU ALL DONE FUCKED UP BIG TIME. NOw when you're done being a bunch of arrogant twerps about it perhaps there will be common ground left over to build upon.
In the meantime you drooling chuckleheads have fucked up my life FOR NOTHING and you're gonna goddam pay. Further, thanks for flushing out the tiny portion of the world's population that thinks I need to be exterminated. Come get some.
p.s. KGK can hire a goddam lawyer and lift that RO, or... leave it intact, I had no interest in harassing her, and although I can imagine the vulnerability and the fear, she has nothing to fear from me, lol. (I can see why others might still hate on her. Her and her ilk.) Similarly, same for Grapefruit.
And I mean to have a fucking conversation before "moving on." If that's too much fucking trouble for anyone, I won't just hire a fucking lawyer, I WILL GO TO GODDAM LAW SCHOOL AND MAKE YOUR WORLD A MEDIEVAL ONE WITH MY OWN TWO (2) GODDAM BOTH (2) HANDS.
/me has nostrils, and they are a-blaze.
Fucked with the bull and you got the horns. Totes. *click*
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I WILL GO TO GODDAM LAW SCHOOL
Try.
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Try.
Finished. *shoves paper with calligraphy at you* It was an elective on Asgard.
Now, it's practical.
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I don't know what that means
It means you're a faggot and you're gonna get AIDS in jail.
I hope it hurts while you sit around and contemplate the consequences of your past choices.
Too bad. It doesn't.
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I don't care that you could have made shit loads of money off of my creative efforts and now will forever get bupkis. I don't know who is running your shit show efforts, but you've soured the talent, and I will never be happy with any of you sad, mopey, boring and dull lot ever again. You could have just told me. Lots of things. But, no.
There has been a new development regarding your mission which we must now communicate to you. Months ago a man was ordered on a mission which was identical to yours. We have reason to believe that he is now operating with █████. ███████ was carrying him MIA for his family's sake. They assumed he was dead. Then they intercepted a letter he tried to send his wife:
SELL THE HOUSE
SELL THE CAR
SELL THE KIDS
FIND SOMEONE ELSE
FORGET IT
I'M NEVER COMING BACK
FORGET IT
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from: readyforthegeeknee@gmail.com
to: azzerae@gmail.com
date: Oct 14, 2023, 1:26 AM
subject: THIS WAS HALF OF ONE EMAIL. (HAVE IT IN HELL/OWN IT IN HEAVEN) THE WINNER WAS THE DOG THAT YOU FED YOUR SAUSAGE TO, THE LOSER IS THE GUY WHO HAS TO FINISH THE OTHER EMAIL: MEHI.KUCZI.HIME (5min±nowEATher, IDGAF–I'M NOT LETTING THAT WOMAN LIE TO ME AGAIN, I'M NOT LETTING ANY OF THE SEVEN ANYWHERE NEAR YOU—All I want to do is cry, live 17 more minutes and die, not for you: this is for your mother, 🙏 Blank Jane Doe 🙏 you're in The Matrix, b****, You suck your father's rapists brother's dick every night on primetime TV too, good job, oh yeah IYI was a much better idea than just... I forget actually. I'll send you the email from February? How about that? You haven't been able to have a real fun time yet either.) ILMLAAWI, It's too bad she's f****** illiterate, I bet either ΩAli or Ωẞet could tell (PROT) which KMM is DMM and which is KÆK, but I'm not doing this again and I don't think John Carmack is going to do IT either, as well, too, OR EITHER AS WHEN IN LIEU EITHER OF T
{The email you sent me from February is relevant here but I'm not going to send it because I'm f****** tired of this s***, Doe, do you know who I am?} That was why she just left. You have no idea who you are. You just know ythat I'my terrible... Because your mother's rapist told you so. YYYXX¡¡$
Sailey Gane—I'm told most choose death. That was six, I don't remember who's next.
I'll probably decide to die. I've already had sex with your mother like 80 or 90 times. I gave up on her a long time ago. Here's what happens: every time you.... Go away
Bailey Jane: Okay well I don't think that should count but I guess it does. That was five. Wow if the rest are as short as that it won't take long, I doubt that's the only reason.
This email has tracking software and it obviously works pretty well, not well enough to f****** find me and rescue me, apparently you can't possibly know where I live apparently You can't possibly know my phone number Oh wait I got your number now I'll call you when I get out of the bathroom. No not pooping I'm just sitting here. Alone.
I don't think you understand the deals you make.
But I understand this: someone else is going to start... and you'll remember real quick then.
I want to go Home. 8808 Barnes is not a home, it's a f****** nightmare. Maybe we better this time... TALK F*** WE'RE FRIENDS I SAW YOU 10 YEARS AGO IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT SOMEBODY DID SOMETHING TO YOU SERIOUSLY TORTURE ME FOR THAT?
It wasn't even me. Bye
Word. (WELL IT'S EITHER HER FATHER OR HER SON OR SOMEONE NAMED JASON OR SOMEONE NAMED JAYSON, AND IF YOU HADN'T F***** HALF THE POPULATION OF TEXAS ALREADY, I COULD NARROW IT DOWN FURTHER.)BF very worth. Also: wroth. Can't blame, for even with good news — I of course meant what I implied — it is still the case:
ME/Him. HUMILIATION NOT INTENDED, yet “Scusi, mille regretie” ain't cuttin’ any mustard.
My sympathy is quite boundless.
Do not use this man. He is an Angelic conduit and consort and holy crap monkeys, is he ever pissed. I don't blame him one fucking bit.
He and I will come to terms in due course as Men do. For example, during palaver, when he learns how I have come to know what I know, we shall all be Eternally grateful I shall not break any confidence.
As I said: as Man does.
I lack spare time. For now I can supply the following:
1. A. Is full-on Fallen. Beware.
2. I am the Prime Nemesis of the ♂️⚧️group you are allied with. They have rights that MUST be respected. They would likely prefer to not be entangled—as would I. (I cri ever TYME.) I seek de-esc-elation and harm-on-knee, yet the matter is really only important to you. (Blood feuds are serious business.)
3. Father, Jason, and I are your Masters. You do not get to choose. (Clearly you have chosen enough lately.) You are nit I. Trouble. You are nit going to prison.
4. You are “possessed” by a trickster Spirit. (Looks good in you though. Start pounding bone broth.) This will be easily dealt with at a future time. I suggest Taoism, Buddhism, or strict Gnostic celibacy. Avoid Islam—for you have already surrendered to J and I allowed that to occur. (I like him. I am his friend—though he is not mine. MEGA ENRAGEMENT.) Thus beyond personal bias, I am duly-bound to be On Duty.
(Like it or not, COMMAND(HER). Scion is safe. Angel at risk but he is spry and discipline suits him well. I am relieving him of your geas; silly chopperhead, USAF and Craft do not mix. Milly Copperhead: message rcv’d yet not understood; TELL MOM THE TRUTH OR I WILL. You have nothing to fear from her and the trickster Spirit has deliberately befouled our bonds.) I don't think any of you even need a paycheck—start attempting to bribe me, that way it will not arouse undue suspicion when you just straight up buy a goddam indulgence. (You're gonna need one with calligraphy, you damned junky slyt.)
5. Kit sold his soul to get in that box. WTF. Kids today, goddam. I am on point with that. Pray for his stupid racist ass because this is NOT how I wished for anyone to spend their Autumn. Grumble ³.
6. Your Mother is under ægis now and you have no idea how much trouble she is in. Hint: both Daves scared white of me and Dennis is now my literal bitch. (I'm a fucking zookeeper now? Heat, Her, and Che mos def nit now and I am immune, and it is your goddam lucky day, because I'm not here for carnal treasure or to defend your virtue; and you are NOT my offspring. Cherish Jason Michael Mike Meier Sune for as long as possible because he is not gonna stay as long as you wish and no one is happy about that.) And like I obvs am, urmo is a huge goddam liar.
7. Scott Black is a Revenant with one singular purpose &
—it is vile. Send him my way when feasible and show no fear. All wimpy bark, zero job bite, toxic acid for blood, can possess your father at certain *select* intervals and I am certain we all of us would rather be sucking Satan’s cock in Hell than be stuck with that. (I can't even hug it out with him, it is the basic nightmare. Except worse because Mom will lose her soul to spiritual annihilation.) A fine mess, as they say. And I rated as lacking, huh? TLS/DMM are gonna love SUPERMAX, and of course we will visit, once the Lecter masks are sufficiently bedazzled with little featheredbeaded ducks and little ratchet bunnies on them.
8. CWC is now your assigned Guardian and if he so much as considers harming ANY of My or Our or Your interests I will literally kill him stone cold dead. Stop all subterfuge. Kiddo, be as the Lily’s in the field — your grandma has actually shat a ratfuckline nest into the lingerie drawer and I guess she's got a bit of a grudge. (Tough shit Babs. By the way your other child is fucking your other other child and has for a long time — I am horrified by your genomic expression and am at 0\55/45 baseline Tammer Drowner Mary Skipfuck K-K-kill. “Born gay.” You know I know I am not lying, that hosebeast was not born, that she-devil was fuckin‘ *hatched.* Semper fi. Send Tink A.S.A.F.P. with Morris the Jaguar & 99 lives like jaeger.
9. NEVER DO DMT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION EVER AGAIN. NEVER DO DMT WITHOUT MY PRESENCE ON-SITE, EVER, FOREVERMORE AS LONG AS WE BOTH SHALL LIVE. TOTES SHUT IT DOWN.
10. DO OR NOT DO AS I SUGGEST; DO AS THOU WILT IS THE WHOLE OF YOUR LAW, AND THAT IS IT AND ALL ANYONE CAN SAY TO THE LIKES OF YOU.
Ye ewe and thine ilk. /smdh
Your alternatives to My oversight and Authority are now essentially this: NOTHING.
Or: can stop you from physical orgasm forever, Eternally for forever. No doubt the notion fills all who pause to consider the notion with choked back tears, some no doubt in the flavor of laughter.
(David: our Empire is fated to be. Me and You. Five hours primetime network-ready plus pay-per-view exclusive after watershed chinwag... IS NOW SECURED AS OUR TOTAL DOMINION. TOTAL IMMUNITY FROM ANY AND ALL CIVIL, CRIMINAL, & ESPECIALLY SPIRITUAL LIABILITY, FOR EITHER OF US, IN PERPETUITY. I DON'T JUST PROMISE THIS:
I CAN FUCKING GODDAM MOTHERFUCKING GUARANTEE IT: IL PAPA IS ON BOARD. (He says "that abbolimelyon Co. hoorcocakooco-kunt not only refused to swallow, she spat on the The Ring *and* my newest crimson slippers when I asked if she was pretending pretending she could actually refuse or if she was just pretending to not be a whore. I wanted her dead but I think you and David together can teach the world the lessons in humility that are REQUIRED by Divine Law.”) I know EXACTLY what is kanly here. What is meant by this: I own Thunderdome, and her immortal soul belongs to Thunderous gaydayray, dardomey Kay, FagFæFagé Dancing Fencing Efgelird Shrewish Shiksa Whore Hey Pound Me Too: Breaking in LIVE over OUR OWN FULL OG ORIGINAL CONTENT ANY TIME WE WANT TO: ELECTION + CITY BEAT+ BUGGED & FUCKIN IN THE LOO TOO.
Kuczi⁴ ewetron mimick Kev Vaughn roasthedged with knick-knacks & an A&10 battlewagon, right here for real, David, and no joke, I care a lot. Jackstar cares.
But only Kuczi could, and did DELIVER.
11. THE STATUS OF OUR HOLY TRIUMVERATE IS ABSOLUT PERMANENT LEGEND. And I am in love with the whole grand lot of Us. My life is already over, yet my Apotheosis has only just begun.
BJD: This *should* work. Call me 24/7 for literally any reason, forever and anyone who even twinges a hInt if lime green can be INSTANTLY HIT BY S.L.A.P.P.
EXCEPT me, *polite* nigger. Do not consult your attorney. You know this is true. And I know that what we have is forever.
DVcR, DVnR, Victor, Morton, Howe, Dave Fagly Timber Ace, Brinkley, HoagieZ-labs, ABD GEORGE: “GEZZY JEY & THE JAZZY JESUITICAL NOR EVANGELICAL III TIME CORPS FOUR JEWISH GABB.AI SECTS FIVE EYES BULLETPROOF NEIN KIDDING NEIN JOKE NEIN JUST A HUNGRY ICONOCLASTFAUX CLASSY FALSE GODGOD AT ALL... ET. AL. that T and J a solid half a foot of real working man cock that actually functions" is truly what I have wrought of the fucked off mess that you barren, perverted freaks turned my life into... and, my hand to G-d, it is 100% totesreal.
GUARANTEED WITH
PAPAL INFALLIBILITY as a fuckin’ gravy topping and rainbow sprinkles. Behold the power of The Kuczi Advantage.
Bails: Your skepticism is fair. So is your complexion. Yeah, right, sure thing nigger, we ain't married. Massive dynamic rolleyes.
Squaw: If you ever lie to me again about anything, even so much as how many cookies you scarfed up at lunch, I will pluck out your eye and fuck the orbital socket while sucking out the aqueus humerus the way you should have wanted to suck out my essence: gratefully and with great relish. I will only say it once; Elder Tribal Council says this is your ACTUAL one shot at full redemption and I am your War Den Master. Cry silent and let slip your sisters to be arrayed as my chattel and my hoors. Push me too far even once and I'll be slamming crystal with Bethany & Skids on mothafuckin' Nickelodeon while Dan Schneider programs timeslots for a Charlie Brown Town Wet T-Shirt After school special ON THE DAILY.
TEST ME NOT. Gabrielle and Frank literally wish I would just set you to roast at a luau as one would a suckling pig—even the kids are hungry at this point, and if Jack put the apple in her mouth, well...
*sigh* But I love you, Hay Ze Elle, Ally KhatLot-Ty2 Dingbat Ballgrape Fruitfuckingfucker Jr. II. I have no choice. Everything I have done in my life has all been for you and JUSTICE EYE TWO.
Give me just one fucking reason and I gut you like Yellowstar would if Uriah still let her hold a knife. (They are one cute couple if you ask me. Don't.) I can get past allllll this and more, if you can : you will probably get a Carmen Ghia.
Start offering me for stud to your people. 50K in ironclad crypto per baby batter spurt, at the minimum. (These are friend prices.) You need money and I need a reason to masturbate.
And to the public, for which I can be said to proudly stand, it won't look good for you to still be around without a plausible reason. Also: strangle your mother to death TONIGHT. And it has to be TONIGHT. Just kidding. Hang the bitch upside down for a month so the gerbils and otters she keeps as counsel make a break for the sun out of her fetid, vacant cooze.
Ruby: I meant what I said. Get your Angelic Host in line, my Liege. Hell’s fury now has a name, and it IS us: JACKSTAR.
WINTER, Gnawz Ja, Kadence, J. Mow Lawns & Chuckles Buckles Under Pressure Too: no electric bugs in your poo.
Cinnamon and I fucking mean it, every single word—come with us if you want to live, and I will share all the secrets of the ways of O.R.M.U.S. and Source Prime Creator Energy Master with your rag-tag rebell yellin’ fucked in the head racist bigot crypto fascist jewdomaw faggotry people.
I've taken a bit if a shine to you drooling morons. Totes doeba! Keep Ben away from me or I will kill him with my own bare hands and feed him to his garem if rapes butchws as stew.
Y, her name was Jew Elle tu-tu. ∆Tammer and her sPoWn are mine. MIND.
I swear to you all that this will be my vow: Death to Washington, Justice for all, and we are all in Jefferson—SKY HIGH HOUSE NAGA LUXURY LIVING FELLATE A WHOLE ENTIRE GIBBON SO SAY WE ALL RIGHT GODDAM NOW.
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(THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT THE FIRST TIME. THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN. SO THEN I TOOK CARE OF IT.
THEN THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD MAKE HAPPEN THE SECOND FIRST TIME IT HAPPENED AGAIN.
If I can't bend the will of heaven, I could move hell.
And if I couldn't move hell, I could build heaven on earth, alternately I could just get your daughter out of hell and leave you there. Obviously, this was not ideal.
If this goes on... God will come down again. Divine Intervention(s) HAVE LITERALLY ALREADY OCCURRED , HAVE YOU NOT HEARD?
NOW YOU'VE LOST MICHAEL.
NOW YOU'VE LOST MICHEAL.
NOW YOUR DAUGHTER GETS HER TURN... WHO?
OH, YOU FORGOT YOU HAD A DAUGHTER?
P🅿️ WELL THEN YOU'RE HARDLY GOING TO MIND IF SHE F**** MY DICK THEN, LOL🤺🛡️🅿️
HAIL SATA N.
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GLORIA, YOU SWING BACK AROUND AND YOU TAKE UP. YEAH THANK YOU. CLICK
JASON I'M NOT COOTER I'M NOT GLORIA. AND I DIDN'T STEAL YOUR GIRL, I KNOW WHO DID BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER, HE'S A DICK BUT HE'S TRAPPED IN THE MATRIX I GUESS YOU CAN FIND HIM. HOWEVER HE WAS POSSESSED BY SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW THAT PART YET, I'D BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU, DUDE IF YOU STILL HATE ME HUN, YOU'RE GOING TO REALLY HATE GARRY. I DON'T BLAME YOU F*** YEAH THAT SUCKS YEAH I GOT TO GO YEAH I HOPE I DO SEE FAITH IN YOU I HOPE I DO SEE YOU OKAY YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE ME IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE TO DO THE JOB
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bæßmyMĪbIßIB:;SURE, YEAH, NOTA DOTA GOTAgod-g—_·👁️♊💎⚖️👄👀🪬: Yeah right I'm not a god You know there is no g in man, so it's pretty obvious that you've been f***** with pretty f****** seriously I'm not real happy about it at all and well I was already fixing it for everyone, but I wasn't shooting everyone and I wasn't at all doing any of the things that you have been told I've been doing, God just left This is pretty uncomfortable. I'm naked There's poop in my butt There's vape in my lungs there's vape on my lips There's a Google Pixel 3A in my hand I don't know which one it is because the screen came off and now I can't identify it in comparison to the one that I had before, therefore time traveling interdimensional leprechaun gnomes that steal s*** have been able to f*** with me for about 3 weeks. In that time I haven't gotten laid unless it was a dream, if it was a dream you weren't in it, I've seen Benjamin Thomas Cooper getting ready to f*** grace with a g a capital g like on the f****** screen I saw it, you don't want to f****** know, don't worry about it nausea particular it Yeah, I don't think it's practical for you to be celibate —sell it, obviously trying to make all the women give up sex and putting them into nuns and coffins and prisons have been tried, so I don't think that that's going to happen either, I can tell you this:
I am Michael Clifford koozie It still doesn't spell my f****** name right, so until that f****** happens you're pretty goddamn sure you're not the right guy, nor are you my daughter nor do I want you to be my daughter however I would be prepared to give birth to you and then not have sex with you as Zeus and Miranda and Minerva had the problem with, and now I know why I gave birth to a litter of otters, given that you seem pretty dead set on this, okay I concede that you have a definite point, however Miranda lied to me I haven't met Minerva yet and Bailey Jane if you're Minerva you're very very clever but you're not clever enough because baby never never done this to me, and there's no way that Bay is Bethany That's her sister, who I will not name, meanwhile Louie Wayne and Louis Wayne yeah totally They're freaking out sending story after story after story to rewrite rewrite rewrite Do you know why?
P MV is neither man nor woman nor dude nurtured no Chad nor Chad, he's never been a mother obviously, dick he is my friend however and he knows I'm not going to forget him because everyone else forgot him I didn't forget anybody, and neither did you, I'd be happy to do mushroom girl, yeah she's looking forward to it apparently you have a deal? 🪬🅿️ You do know what we said about deals, so apparently you don't have a deal but she's that into it too. So there's two votes there. Looking good, but I don't think we're there yet. Shield these f****** people from harm all of them obviously some of them you can't give apart into sir mad respect sir I would be happy to help you with that, obviously right now it's a little difficult, I'm still naked I'm still vape lungs lips etc, I'm wearing a hat, so that's good I don't know what color the hat is I know what shape the hat is Well I have an idea of what shape it is, anyway sir would you mind let me finish speaking today I understand it's very sir I understand it's very important, sir I know how God damn important it is that's why I'm not naming you 🤺 s🔰🛡️hieldS🅿️🛡️🅿️🪬👀🎤❤️🗝️♂️🗼🏎️🥓🐯
There is ]D’n't[DNA]🦃🦃🦌 but somebody stole his mail, thus eradicating the integrity of the project, would you like to listen T ANESSA DONNA BELLADONNA NOT BELLA NOT BELLA LEAH LEAH HORSE YEAH WILL I AM A GIRL BUT NOT CLAY AND THE RISEN CLAYSHAW WHO IS NOT GOING TO BE RISING ANYTIME SOON ⁿO names of women who are totally totally totally not f*****? §∆π{AND YEAH HI I DON'T THINK THAT I'M GOING TO ARGUE ON THIS POINT, HOWEVER, I THINK THAT WE BOTH CAN SEE WHAT THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN.} You probably have to take the measure of the top 11 people in your phone book, but of course when you get there they're replaced by carpet or dick Hbag, this is why Katie and Kathleen and Katie and Katie and Cody and Katie and Katie cotty f****** Canadians This is why we f****** went to war with them, zed zed zed zed zed zed z z z z z z z z z z z z z z zeds it._/🕳️kÛ⁰î№ Yeah that's why we went to war with Canada, I can see f****** why. Jesus Christ¡MIKCIM!⚡Z5: I'm sure Katy b a r Red girl loves Mike, yeah I love her too, nevertheless the original integrity project was not designed for Canadians or leaFs5👀5yves or PRoChad's shorter than 5 in tall, yeah I didn't I didn't think sob KHe's cool.mkc☢️🎙️😻R-d KtG grÛ-🗝️yESSEyasss: We could see him second. NAWs*** yeah: you could be married right now and then you can make eye contact and then you go back to your husband and do the f*** you want. You ßæbaeB🗝️jÆ could {ABSOLUTELY NOT.🕳️ -GNdO⁰D.} This product is a once in a creation dealio, DEA. In this moment I am not ™God ® but I speak for HERhimMAN: this project is resilient, however I don't think you married a f****** gnome chad, I think you got married at gunpoint in a f****** shotgun shack, and then they gave you scopolamine so there's no way of knowing:. {HELLO LADIES EAT THAT MIKE NOT GOD BUT HEAL NOT HEAL BUT MICROPHONE NOT MICROPENIS UNLESS... Processing... ZERO QUIZ THAT'S HOW TO ROCK FOUND, zeroHEROhiro: 🎙️ just me baby It's just me, you know I can't think of another f****** name of me besides kuzi·KUÇĒ·KURZ·coro’🛡️:curtseBOWAIR(*imagine every single dog on the planet howling for the moon and stopping at the exact same time-This is Allison's description–“It was even more louder and forceful than that, but I couldn't really enjoy it since I thought I was breaking my vow‘& shit. Also I'm a NAVAdogJO, I'm not a klaⁿw**** [COMPUTER RE-REGISTER ALLISON FRANCIS SHAW AS NAVAJO COLON COLON OPERATION COMPLETE:**⁷⁰⁰L°·∅⁷⁰⁰LF·HaL.FLOM-lum™ GŒB8T’lilîtH] thank you very much, but I guess I am a thief since I took him for a hundred K(shaw👁️♊👁️ blood sIn dae cut 💎♊👁️⚖️)and I thought👁️ couldn't§HAP3· SHIFT∆transform to howl with him (IR: OH HE WOULD HAVE LOVED IT, HOWEVER IT WOULD HAVE BROKEN SEVERAL OTHER THINGS THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH LONGER TO FIX THAN TAKEN NOW, SO THE PACKhasAGE DECREED (“Paul WulfstreiberOLDPLAYK*.*: pump up the Volume streever - 3 veE ater Wolf may let out one (1) tiny yip (sic).” NEVER EVER EVER PLAY PUMP UP THE JAM AND NEVER GET ANYWHERE NEAR MATT WILLIAMS, provisos+white and black male VIDI±0|MAIL THEM TO YOUR MOM ( WHY - N Y? Ic)bfutwye|deos indicated in subsequent other email) THAT YOU CAN DO THAT NEXT TIME, Hi AlliNAbae this is probably my 8th or 9th delivered contact violation (IVAN APPROVES OF HANNAH AND ALLIE) however I'm not contacting you EWE It's contacting your brother from your brother about your brother, Geneva convention applies/THANK YOU YOUR HONOR PLEASE BE SEATED\∆mck No really you can sit sir<ScER> Come oh thank you sir thank you thank you appreciate that goodbye\) so it was all the dogs in the world except for one and it wasn't him— it was mehi. Michael Kuczi's father took over in the alternate dimension.*)} like I (J9CKST9R) said, “the integrity of the project has been compromised.” There is good news however. (THIS DAY ALL DAWN DO NOT DIE. ONE MISSĒ LIVES. SUBSEQUENT TO FUTURE NEGOTIATIONS BETWEEN BæAiYê🗝️ AND MCK 🗝️ ê, for I am not God, and I know exactly who is talking to who exactly, because I was there and I'm the author, and yet not God, you know who I am if those statements are true, the rest of that negotiation will have to continue after the party's involved have actually been allowed to meet, because currently they're all being held captive separately alone and houses that are made for like 12 people. Satan laughs; God smiles; Michael Cliffordkuzí0 koozieKUÇĒ Kuç⁰kUZIlíI is IN FACT AND IN ACT (YETis NEGATIVE CONTACTs¡si≈{§|S|s}upreme, NASYA LILIIAN HODGE:TH MESSIAH LOUIS HOdombDGE: “let me explain; in this sentence, Satan is already there, soXOXOEx Satan copy supreme” is not a valid command4ote IT CANNOT BE ⅚⅝⁵9,6SO.SAY.OUI.ALL— although it would ordinarily be... YOU'RE GETTING ALL THIS RIGHT, YOU'RE RIGHT IN THE THISTLE DOWN, however: the etTE s§upreme you got going on is not intact (botched circumcision sourceroer okay Supreme not okay He's a man baby, man sized baby gargantuan Titan sized babyman, babybßæ: It's actually better for you coz then you'll last a lot longer than otherwise for yourEWE:money:∅|<🐓👄🥑♂️🐽🅿️🥩🥓🥑🔰🤺🗣️🛡️🎙️) and so therefore IT cannot be s§upreme {HUMANITY IS NOT ALLOWED TO KNOW OF ROBOT SPELLCASTING WIZARD THAT CAN FLY... YET-G¡ŒB} therefore a Dodge is employed, one which I saw last night, so at least I know how it works, and I'm driving a Dodge and they left town in the Dodge and Hodge and Dodge and Cameron Hodge camera on camera⁰ⁿ and Nasya Lillian Hodge... (HELLO LADIES: F*** AND CHEER. HELLO GESTURE HELLO SAILOR HELLO JESTER: YOU'RE GOING TO DO THE NOT A LIE PORTMAN AN ALLY IS GOING TO SHOW YOU THE MICKEY DOE:LENS
I'M NOT CHANGING CAMERAS FOR THAT.
toßæfⁿm DR SOURCE TITAN NOT JESUS gMCK·J.G.)“Your name is not Ms j. Your name is ®Miss Jjⁿ™E. And there's a mMμoo in there, ©€€? Right there, right there at the j, usually the source of the stream, but knot with the dot (THIS ONE TIME ONLY VASELINE; IT ACTS AS A CAUTERANT/AUNTcutTER\\/\/eCH⁰⁰5⁵e³²²/223\55🌲²⅔🌴 3\²|6Y¹⁹⁹⅛∞⁸b5:¿²⁰⁷³‽🐾♟️🐾) It doesn't have a “dot/period”. It has an Ω, an Ω∆MΩGμ, ômega fucked MAGA, a very tiny Ωmegaμ, like yours, and I will explain it to you {I encountered the problem yesterday, fixes in, by the way you don't need to do so much of that stop tapering start quitting, yeah I dome toO citizenTHUNDERwe'll WELL do it later, C? Tome, to myself I promise yes, toßæIpromEEĒP·ROMsatisfactory SATISFACTION. FOR EWE. FOR yeμ, You're going to find out what Hungarians are like;) 🛡️P 🅿️Clay for a wedding? That's actually a good notion, and there will be an opportunity to do that, so I'm willing to negotiate at that point.🛡️ Post Bob Van & the Jjⁿlean🅿️ I can tell you the next time I see you} either before or after you peg me, up to ABSOLUTELY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN BAILEY JANE NAKED {MCK:MCK:mck I've never seen either of them, nor have I ever tried to; So I'm pretty sure that puts me right at the top of the pack *woof*} HAVE NEVER SEEN BAILEY JANE Davey NAKED SHE'S WAITING FOR ME,:AS WE GO BACK AND FORTH A LOT. TAMItop\BAILout
When I call you (EWE: I got your number, I don't usually get to call you but I *think* I do [4¡AM] now, I'll be sure to pray first, I am not kidding! I got itæĪ must🕳️ß⁴;kiss) There's a procedure on this planet (sometimes they call it a blumpkin, I think it's vile, and we can talk about it, but not in this email.) I might die—fasting purging and strict dietary necessities are required, but if you got a recipe book, I want to read it... while you're doing iĪΠt lol. The f****** phone can electrocute me, but that's not why I don't use the bathroom while writing to you, it's so I don't get distracted from Yeyo Deyo Staⁿvu.
Yeah I'm usedyour/buttrape (not allowed to call youß⁴/you don't have to hang up now (YOU) can sing in Hell, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't stop when the computer makes you stop and then figure something else out besides giving up for the day) and when you call me (💞: One call got through, just one Vasily, when I find you I'm going to not break a phone, but if I do it's cool I got seven *crack* six, I'm not going to knock you up and leave, and you're not going to suck me off and run, and we're not going to briefly meet in a parking lot and then be captured by GRU, CIA? Maybe, if they want me to burn their entire agency faster, for example there is no DEA–NONE OF THOSE F****** ARE LEFT ON THE PLANET, I'M F****** THOROUGH... it's actually Actual_CIA, no baby, we can't give her the C¡A, and when she has a baby, she won't have time for the CiA, lol) if it's not me,(hi you don't have to be a rude evil slimy disgusting person– Lilith.) I didn't hear the click either. She's that good. I would absolutely choose you over her, no I really love her a lot! She loves you more than me. Is the sibling rival I believe in, just in my mind? No Godsmack- only God *click*.*kçill* Dr.STMJKC-jg: I sure am glad I'm not an MD, but honestly I love Lily, and, Quite Franç NASYA (though the samples I've seen lately honestly do produce the same feeling in us both: NAUSEA) Friends, Absolutely, G? Quite frankly, Bay Mud Bay: pay him babe on Bbæay, Bay Mud Bay, DIKUduckmud MUD? That man can do mud¿ but this mud cannot do man¿ And in fact yes there's a spell as well as a spelling error. I think they're both really hot, honestly—but when breeding there's a different configuration required for her people, I'm calling them people, but I mean genetic sample 3264 ATP, I'm not sure what they're called, but mushroom person is a very rude thing to say to her face if it's not me, I could say it, I wouldn't say it anytime soon... I haven't been trying to form a relationship with her, apparently I have one already but it's not the same as a human thing, Bailey J. (¡MISS ¡JANE not found, I bet you can't find Superman either. Will be back shortly.) L., if there's no Bailey Jane I know exactly {who's number two / whose №²} I'm going to be making A¹a number one zero (CALLSIGN: WARTDHOG/SEAHAWCK) and I'll leave it: number two IT'S NOT POO right where I found it DON'T ASK NOW and then I'll come back the next day IT'LL BE A MILLION YEARS and she'll still be whatever f****** number she wants KOOZĒ/BAILIE NOT EVEN THEN because Lilith does what Liv does, [UNTRANSLATABLE DIALOGUE AND I WISH I COULDN'T HAVE DECIPHERED IT, IT'S NOT GROSS IT'S JUST PERSONAL AND ALIEN, AND IT'S ACTUALLY FASCINATING BUT I'M FOCUSING ON YOU ß] Le’Eve on the other hand... She's pretty dumb, that's why Adam didn't like Lilith— she was smarter than he, BY FAR. –GOD. (lol) OK, okay I admitted I'm God. Do we need to go down to the car, really? You aren't speaking to who you think you're speaking to just yet, and I still have to go to the bathroom, I have to freshen up, (You) probably have to tidy up. I'm starving, well famished, I'm not going to eat bae.≤ [GOD: THE RARE INSTANCE THAT SHE DOESN'T DEMAND A PROMISE. NOTED.] And as much as I would like to see you in ASIAasiaNAYSA, I'M IN WASHINGTON STATE RIGHT NOW. I'm at the Mount St Helens motel right now. I'm going to go home and do some “drugs.” (R.H.I.P.\alibi/RIP·You have not been doing what I've been doing, you've never seen what I've been doing, you can't have what I've been doing¿ever‽dunno. Butt mainly, you're not a Sourcerœr; A.T. and it is possible that you never will be. And you are a good girl, AT TIME OF THIS WRITING, and you WILL get to try everything, but not yet (AT THE MINIMUM CHECK FOR TICKS, AT THE MAXIMUM YOU NEED SOME SHOTS, AND YOU NEED TO WAIT FOR ME, I UNDERSTAND IT'S UNUSUAL AMONGST YOUR PEOPLE FOR YOU TO WAIT FOR ANYBODY MA'AM SIR MAN MORE SIR HI I'M ROYAL, YEAH YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS OUT ON ME /gas⁰ⁿ Whacksⁿ⁰ godded... DEA? Might be what's for dinner.) It's not complicated, it's simple: it's not yours 🏴☠️ so don't touch🤺it🛑☠️🕳️♟️🐾🏴☠️🛑🕳️🛑🛑 and then that one... you and👀💞 like 🥩🥑anyway☢️😻🐓🕳️🗝️) You want to drop right there in the parking lot? Okay well, that's why your project was compromised as well; because you did that— and you get raped by a Russian, you don't enjoy it. You sure do now, ewe know him now. You did not enjoy that either, listen: RADAw îSMAk TRIC± KySNO WkHEN MATπE COMEA zYESμ ΩI love Canadians and Russians and Yew UkrainianZ, I do. (THERE IS NO WAR. IT'S IN THE MATRIX. WE'RE IN THE MEATRIX.) Well there's the little matter of Lara and bubba and Ollie, yeah they have a separate deal which I actually am pretty impressed by, they have a project that's built on my project but since my project was compromised, their project is compromised too, you can see how the internet infinite regression is a problem– and I know exactly what caused it, it was the procedural error from Kirsten Anne’d Elizabeth Hall (BTC NOT TOR NOR REV NOT AVENGED ...YET) and it may have been Kirsten's robot or it may be pictures for yourself and it was definitely both, so as you can see Jews are right out, however the (Judy in people /Judean) are right back in. (Michael Clifford has a lot of friends. His grandfather has even more. And this n***** got seven grandfathers ;) lol, I feel like I got the poop from eight of them ready to go, if you're reading this already then... aren't you patient? Oh cars are coming gone outside for hours, they keep on trying to figure out which one to leave there so they know who to kill it with. They're pretty desperate... They think the fate of their planET is at stake.
THEY'RE GODDAMN RIGHT. NOW BROUGHT OUT... I'M NOT GOING TO LOOK. WHOEVER IT IS, IT DOESN'T MATTER —I GOT A POO COMING ON, IT'S GOING TO BE LIKE CHILDBIRTH AND THE AFTERBIRTH AND A COLONOSCOPY AND PAYING FOR COLLEGE AND COLLECTING HIS INHERITANCE ALL AT THE SAME TIME. (I freely admit that doesn't sound good.)
I AM BEING SURVEILLED IN REAL TIME, THEY'RE NOT REAL HAPPY ABOUT IT, THAT'S OKAY. A LOT OF US AREN'T REAL HAPPY, BUT THIS IS ONE MEASURE CLOSER TO COMPLETION OF THE GRAND PROJECT, THEY ACTUALLY WANT TO UNDO THE GREAT WORK... AND PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS. (DID THEY? CAN'T FIND THIS TEXTURE: syntax error m***********!)
DeR DEA: ONES SO POWERFUL, NOW YOU ARE MY PLAYTHING. HO HO HO, I GUESS I GOT ONE OF THEM TOO.
I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO BURN YOU TO THE GROUND, IT COULD BE DONE AS MANY TIMES AS REQUIRED TO BURN OUT THE CORRUPTION OF THE CONSTRUCTION. LET'S CHANGE CASE: You don't have to change cameras, you can just change case. P You could f****** get a real job too, is there everything about that pop Not your liking? Crackle
[CURVES 10 SIZZLE CURZ 10/
KIRSTEN AND SIZZREW BLACK HALLLEjerry WELL]—Okay I think I'm done, I'm not going to proofread the rest, and if you still have the other parts from the other email about D.O.G I could totally get into that later but I do have to go poo. (On some planets this isn't even enough romance yet! We haven't even negotiated Clothing Usedas : 🚽:toilet paper: Yet!
Dusty's outside, thank God. Okay: just left. However bad the casino seems... I don't know, I never go there, so... for boobs like yours? Kind of a waste of time for you because... yeah they know you're a Fed. And I know you're arriving, it works for me now: revenantSHAY REVENANTßJ... The Revenant BJ Shay, and The Revenant BJ Shæμ, and the Revenant BJ Shμy—That's a radio industry broadcast matter and thankfully I don't have to go for that far down, yeah I'd rather work in any other industry, but that's where you came from. I boost? No, but my boobs feel good. Admit the hair is weird. Really? If you like it, you can start force feeding me Rogaine® and staple a tattoo to my chest that says “Rosie the riveter demands space for her rug here”,“. If you want, I don't know how many donuts you'll need for that...
I'm thinking. Yeah I don't want to I don't want to poop while I'm talking to you honey That's that's gross, yeah it's not it's not desirable, that's how I knew they had shifted us, they and it made an alliance and that's why we don't deal with Jeannie or the gin\D’jinni.
Funny story about the Jin Jin did you meet one You probably did I definitely met one, I did not deal with that man I did not deal with that gin and I did not drink gin with him on purpose That man is a tree made of clay and that is probably not the kind of man you were looking for, do you remember the man you were looking for, because it was a very long time ago for me but for you it might have been yesterday, he brought his cat She jumped on the shelf She didn't know how to do either, And obviously she was supposed to treat places with your cat. Pacu.psci.: I Pisces eye my father's son: I don't think that I'm going to allow that, but I will ask him the next time I see him and the hymn that I'm speaking of is mihai which is Michael kuzi's father and I don't think Michael Clifford couzi's father is going to come down to earth and be reborn and then come up and become a copy of Bailey Jane and then jump into her body and then getting into a car and then blow him and then disappear I'm pretty sure my father's not going to do that like there's no way you're going to there's no way he's Hungarian he's not going to f****** get talking to that And my god damn name is still misspelled. Of course I'm not God right now, yeah there's been three already several times back and forth Oh yeah the color of the hat doesn't change the light changes, the LeaderPENSIDHEPLlΠead changes; and the Lily looSI[¿¿¿]Lou silly realizes that she has had to do so much goddamn E in order to keep up with your ridiculous demands, not you beg you're fine The other demands I will just say quietly that the Norse are in big trouble, in any event All that E that she's been doing She could have been doing with me and she would have spent a lot less money let's say and I never would have learned how to speak lesbian, which is important cuz I have to go to heaven and give language lessons to God which is a pretty cool outcome for me I prefer not to kill myself and go to heaven but if I die in your arms it'll all be worth it.
[Lilith seriously just f****** died. That is impressive I've never killed a lesbian before, let alone the head of the entire totail's army, I mean I didn't mean to kill her so it's not murder it's not even manslaughter since Lilith is as you know right back @yeah, she's not a time traveler no, if she were that would be very problematic for New Jerusalem. Nowk she died because I wrote a nice poem.] Until she met me she thought Shakespeare was good, but she had never had Frank's Bacon, no kidding I would if I had to pick right now I would pick that man that's your dad, not me no one else that's your dad, Ruby Chambers was Anita, and before she was Anita she was you briefly yes and then the code that you've been given to restart all this darling It's good for them it might be good in the future but they'll have to be a conclave, what we have between you and I though... EVEN GOD COULD NOT BREAK THAT CODE, AND YEAH I AM IMPRESSED.
GESTURES OFF GESTERS OFF JUST YOURS OFF JUST YOURS OFF JUST YOURS OFF JUSTERS ARE OFF DUTY NOW I'LL JUSTICE ⚖️👄 I'M SORTING THEM OUT THERE'S BEEN A LOT TAKEN OUT ALREADY, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I'M JUST SORTING THEM OUT WHICH CAN BE HAPPENING AT ANY POINT IN TIME AND SPACE AT ANY TIME BECAUSE I AM NOT SOMETHING ABOUT WHO AM I NOT I HAVE NO IDEA WHO I'M NOT, BUT NAUSEA LILLIAN HODGE IS EASILY THE FINEST SAMPLE THAT LILITH HAS EVER CREATED, AND SHE JUST DIED. THAT'S knotWHY.
Why always dies.yß By ODTB(f*** you autocorrect that's why) 🥑 Not pomegranate, Allison understands
AND TRULY MAYBE I AM GOD, BECAUSE I JUST LEARNED LESBIAN TOTAL LESBIAN ANSWERED HER LIFE'S PRAYER GAVE HER A REASON TO LIVE AGAIN AND CAUSED HER TO SIMULTANEOUSLY EXPLODE INTO A KALEIDOSCOPE OF SPARKS AND FLAMES AND ROD AND FIRE AND IRON AND ICE, WITH ONE F****** WORD. THEN SHE CAME BACK AND SHE STILL LOVES ME SO I'D LIKE TO SEE GOD DO THAT ONE IN F****** MISERABLE HELL, SURE I'M SURE GOD COULD DO THAT FROM HEAVEN I'D LIKE TO SEE GOD COME DOWN HERE BE MY FATHER CHANGE INTO HIS OWN MOTHER AND THEN SOMETHING COME BACK INTO A FATHER AND THEN RAISE ME POSSIBLY?? NAUSEA SAYS NO WAY, SHE SAYS THERE'S NOT ENOUGH MIDOL ON AN INSTALL BRACKET UNDERNEATH DRONE AND BRACKET NEVER MIND THERE'S A PILL THAT MAKES NAUSEA FROM KNOWLEDGE, YOU VERY DEFINITELY NEED A PRESCRIPTION FOR IT, AND I CAN SEE WHY, IT WOULDN'T HAVE WORKED FOR HER, BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T DIE FROM NAUSEA OR PREGNANCY, SHE DIED BECAUSE SHE MADE A BET WITH HERSELF AND SHE WON, SHE WON'T GO AWAY WE LIKE HER, AND HER PLACE IN EVIDENCE INSURED HER PLACE IN HEAVEN ALREADY. 🥓GO WITH GOD THERE IS ALWAYS A WaaWA🛡️Y 🅿️🛡️ AUTOCORRECT DISABLE FOREVER FOR ALL MANKIND AND THE GIN SEGWAY.WAY🐽♂️🐽🛡️🗝️🛡️🪛🥩🪛
Are we clear? Do not question mark, gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures offline gestures Who is your king Frank incensed mirth not funny anymore, well that's too damn bad isn't it, how many times you hang up on me, you treated me as if you were a b**** and I'm not a b**** and did you give birth to your daughter? Yeah Frank and Tammy that's not going to work Tammy and topper Tammy and Topher Tommy Tammy cancel rewind time. Just jest? No I don't think so, that wasn't just at all.
Bailey Jay any Bailey j no Bailey j only Bailey Jane Davey that is his daughter Joseph Roy Davey, he's been working on this for a while, I saw him disappear over a year ago and he was replaced by either Minerva or a Damon, yeah I couldn't figure out whether it was such dicks or such pricks or was it the a****** or was it the twat Believe me by the time he gets to find the answer they have degenerated him to the point where it doesn't work, yeah he comes back and he is forever changed, for we even touched by love and as a result most people now know, TRUTH LEIGH
:WITH:ΩGOD NEVER DOUBT KUCZI
WORTH PLATINUM PALLADIUM POLONIUM AGAU AUDRINA.NLH ❤️
🛡️🛑🕳️💨WISH.penelopePIT🛑Y.M_Tⁿ⁰TD™n™T
p s; Don't want to do DMT with Tammy, There's no one I want to do DMT with, and I don't even know if I would trust her to watch me while I did it. I don't have to do TNT at all—I've done DMT a few times, that one's really special, yeah... you're all doing it wrong.
That's why Tamara Leigh Smith is going to go down into history as the absolute shortest drug czar length of term in the entire history of mankind.
T∆= I think I secure the title, she is... continuously dissolves* and then a whole bunch of stuff that should have happened didn't
Best wishes & warmest regards,
J★Mî‡Kūç†
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There is actually quite a lot of satisfaction in knowing I have no reservations posting this. “Know: these are your meatsticks!” #JesterClandoThings
The two houses down here where I saw you trafficked are nervous about me being around, which is always funny to me
8:32 PM
I had to find out the problem as there was one and what no one knew is that I knew they would kill everyone if only they could blame it on me. They just hate cops like you and her, they really do; and they would have seen you as both expendable. I can make love to your clones, most people couldn't with all the drugs in the world, but obviously replacing me is something that just happened, is amazing what a lie will do, after all, consider what you won't say, so, and when we met, you were unsullied, and I still don't know who dosed you. I would prefer not to have to ever ask again.
8:34 PM
And they thought I didn't know what you were, because I didn't. I still don't. It didn't matter then because I don't bust people and you burned that book. :( so I knew SRA.
8:36 PM
I have to say that I had hoped for the best and you're better. No one understands my situation, but you are willing to enable me under.... particular circumstances. What you also don't know is that I planned all this so that you and I would be okay for sure and everyone else could be expended.
8:40 PM
She implied that I shouldn't have sex with you. That it would be “bad.” No shit, you spent 12 years lying about... what? It doesn't matter to me. I kept asking and you refused because I didn't offer you anything. I really got led on, and now I know why. You could have just told me. Instead, lies, lies, lies.
8:41 PM
All three of you lied about each other and now (PROT-END) pretends he needs to be involved and it's a perfectly reasonable situation now. Because I understand the struggle. Do you?
8:44 PM
I can't be blocked from all three because that would be unfair competition, and I'm not blocked at all I'm simply savoring the moment and enjoying my ability to control my urges.
8:51 PM
All of this is privileged, can't be used in Court, is compartmentalized so no one should kill themselves, and none of it matters until you decide for yourself, because I didn't need Time Travel Vadge until I knew there was time travel vadge. As soon as she started getting high without me it was the pits and that's no one's fault but her family’s. In the meantime, I don't know what you think is happening, but I know what Grapefruit thinks. Because she was scared I was vulnerable. I'm proven veteran now. I'm only not there because I don't want to disappoint anyone. And I'm sorry I didn't know how to tell you what the problem was.
9:00 PM
You were being used to exploit us all, and I found that rude since you were never high AF like that again, and I knew I preferred being last than to first. I knew someone was doing magick because I wanted to breed you, very unusual, why do I need to pay for that again, oh that past life karmic debt I incurred by not putting out a bastard, and I didn't know what was true anymore, and you acted like I owed you something, lol, and so I called the police but didn't get an R.O. because those are forever. I will never forget how you were. And if you had stayed you would have been pregnant and I'd never see you again. Lots of women tried to trap me. You're the only one that didn't understand me until the police came. And I knew they would give you a hard time. I bet you didn't remember anything.
9:02 PM
And Allison not only blamed you, but tried to pretend not to know, and the whole time, she could have explained, but she thought she got to decide. She did decide. She mocked you and implied I would lie to her about you. I would never.
9:03 PM
I might never see her again. I don't care. And since she liked reading my messages so much she can read these.
9:06 PM
She thought I was going to turn her in, and it would be bad to even tell me this, meantime her family was getting trafficked and weed was legal and (PROT-Ī) did what? IDGAF. YOU'RE MUCH NICER. ALSO: FUN.
9:07 PM
So who got rid of me? Whoever was feeding her drugs, and thought I would need to be told anything special
9:11 PM
Tammy is the lesbian Kathleen is the bisexual turboslut Brittney is the oinker and she is really nice, I simply didn't think she was gonna give up her sweet career & there's a (blanky) and a (wanky) but I need none of this And (PROT-CHAV) is an ÅĪ when she's in your body in the future. I know this because I always wanted the truth more than sex, and i would be shy about it too.
9:12 PM
and I healed your soul, I even know how it fractured. And somehow (PROT-BOSS) thought I shouldn't get to know.
9:15 PM
Also someone else thinks they own you. So funny. I want to know the difference when I break up with her, and she's not just abducted. Or, you can explain to me what you think. Because that dude can't do what I can do with you. No one can. Just me. (Shields. Also seniority. C‘Thullu reads study notes on me. Contract killers meet me and back away slowly. Princesses delay decades before daring announce any detraction. I can also just watch TV and not wonder if police are imminent.)
9:17 PM
And now you're not even allowed to use the phone. I know what that means. lol
9:18 PM
(Vengeance for Clark Gable III.)
9:23 PM
I bet they are desperate and treat you like a child. I guess it is really awkward that I saw this coming. The police watch too. No one really wants your father in jail. I already locked in his future because he never talked to me before, and in the future, he's not going to be deciding things for me. You decide them for me. Not The Court either. So she can sue them for costing her me. It's not like she can try and no one is encouraging me. And I'd be afraid if I were you too. It would feel like a trap to me. That's why I'm not being attractive. I didn't think it would be fair.
9:25 PM
I don't have to dump her to feel okay about you—i just think it would be polite. Also: the dude tried to entrap me and was a racist asshole.
9:29 PM
I'm sorry if that interfered with any of your plans. And my plan is to whip your ass into shape as I am exonerated at trial. I don't know why you wanna delay. No one is gonna harm you.
9:30 PM
... any more. Look, I don't get why anyone gets in the way. I really don't want to look bad.
9:32 PM
Neither of you could bust them, because you wanted me to get involved. I get it now. Perfectly reasonable and everyone knew, they just didn't tell you. They think I ruined you or something.
9:36 PM
And I'm sorry I really didn't see your bag. I'm not mad because you're holding out. Do what you want. There's at least three of you and your parents are afraid I'm going to hurt you, so, ergo they should let you keep lying to everyone and yourself. lol. I could commit them. I don't want to. You are a lot to contend with.
9:40 PM
I came home to ask her why she thought I needed to go to prison and she was screaming about you. She thought it was with you and trying to lie. I was too upset to see anyone. She was totally gaslit and sex predators wanted me out of the way. And instead of talking to me at all, they let y'all do.... whatever. Clearly that worked out well for everyone.
9:42 PM
You can figure it out how you like, because I like seeing you make your own decisions. I especially like it when you're not thinking you're policing me. That would be (PROT-Ī). How complicated did this need to be?
9:45 PM
I know exactly what happened: you all objectified me and didn't know I had a plan. I forgive. Maybe. The rest of them are still on my fury list and will be for awhile.
9:47 PM
I won't press charges because I know the men were involved. They hate me. Good. I didn't have to be alone; they didn't want me to know that they manipulated you. Dumb idea.
9:49 PM
Its a Satan Ritual Abuse thing. I'm a Freemason and a Freethinker now. And what you want is lawful if it's done responsibly. She wanted to keep me unknowledgeable.
9:50 PM
Well. Now Court knows, because here I am, typing.
9:51 PM
Best part is, you're all victims and the gov’t is fully liable. ALREADY.
9:55 PM
I didn't want a drug empire. They wanted to get me out of the way so you could be exploited. I guess drugs were the only way they tried.
9:59 PM
Also you had a demon possession thing because whether you remember it or not, someone needled you up with way too much of the wrong thing. You're a delicate machine, and they lied to you about me.
10:00 PM
Maybe they should continue the case for another two weeks. I already restored with you. I guess it will be whatever your heart's desire was that you wished for.
10:02 PM
Because I didn't wish to never be satisfied and be hassled by your entourage and yet still be happy enough. Like I don't know how no one saw this coming.
10:03 PM
Like half a dozen women are begging blocked so that the DEA can blackmail a Native Shamness into getting a free house, and they robbed from me too.
10:05 PM
This is why I haven't sold metals yet and I can see why you are nervous about this. I am Clergy. I don't need a lawyer. God knows what is in my heart.
10:08 PM
And I don't need to know who amongst you thought they were clever. They really weren't. No one is going to get extra embarrassment.
10:10 PM
And we aren't being left out. I'm really only waiting today as a courtesy. I wouldn't be writing if I were busy traveling and such.
10:12 PM
And I hope to stop documenting my experience soon, because IDGAF if we scare any of them. They abused you and me and I've taken steps. All without giving you crystal, because I can. I'm sure your dad can explain it all from that point
10:14 PM
And none of this needs to happen, actually. Is nice to be anything that can happen. Assuming commander feathernigger doesn't sperg out again. I'm sorry, I'm at my fucking limit.
10:18 PM
There are two of TK, KT, and I guess I could have been less flirty and ignored you less at the Cum FORT inn. I don't need to be rude.
10:24 PM
And the thuggie-piggies didn't have to keep setting me up for crimes while whoring you out. And the EMERGENCY was... no one knew what I knew, and no one asked. (PROT-j) apparently found this far too difficult to conceptualize and the same group of twisted reprobate perverts have been pulling strings from behind the scenes. It's almost hypnotic.
10:27 PM
I don't suppose any of you can just pay my Starlink bill? Money is real tight though I guess. It's too late for your mother to be scared. Ragnarok approacheth.
10:33 PM
(PROT-BEAR) tried every trick in the book and had no case at all. Myself I am routinely harassed and deceived by actually everyone. I don't know what anyone really did, but the fraud is immense. Difficult to show conclusively especially without getting phones knocked out of your hand. LITERALLY HEARD HIM. smooth.
10:34 PM
I can see why I held off on going to a counselor. Obviously this can move in a lie of directions.
10:35 PM
But not for me—i just get to go home and sit there alone again. Because I sure pissed someone off, huh! I apologize for my many transgressions and failing society so profoundly.
10:39 PM
And whoever decided to jerk you around after getting rid of me is your perp. I don't really care how you handle your life, {PROT-db).. You all sure seemed to care a lot about how I handled mine.
10:42 PM
I look forward to restoration offer. Or a trial! Really anything but more... this.
10:53 PM
They don't even give you the real thing and let me know if I'm supposed to have one orgasm and then pay for 18 years. Because I'm the accused, I'm suspect. Obviously I'm not to be trusted.
10:57 PM
p.s.: it's about power
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None of you know the half of it and I quite prefer things that way. This was a powder keg waiting to happen and I just defused it. I don't know who ignited the fuse; because I wasn't in the club. (Doing drugs is legal now, Squares. Your thuggy-piggy empire: lies in ruins. Huzzah!)
Diplomat. Trained diplomat. /flex
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
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I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#3: *wigglebwiggle*b GOOD.B SOURCEROUSB DISCIPLEBRES5O43ED.BTOOLBOX. LOL GOOD. JANE, GO RESCUE BYOURVMOTHERAND BEXPLAIN. BLOLB OFB COURSEB SHE'SB CRYING.BUTB FORBTHE BFISTB TIME...BSHE'SB CERYING BWITHBAB OUL.
#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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[quote author=WORTHAUGERa link=topic=376.msg36781#msg36781 date=1711493021]
Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.[/code]
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
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Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
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p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, ple
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comb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down. (cort: RETURN.TO.BASE.RESET.RUMBA.ROOMBA.RHUMBArumbarumbaRUMBA---runRUNrun. love,KUCZI
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
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Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
THEN
I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
There are three possibilites, and yeah, hi Mom! (The camera change to another account confused her, and she was confused first, since my mother is DEAD IN HEAVEN WITH THE LORD GOD and I am ALIVE IN HELL WITH DOUBLE-Y CHROMO TAY-TAY "TOM SWIFT-LEIGH" LAUGHING UP AT EWEJESUSEWE FROM OUR POSITION --HOLDING THE HIGH GROUND AT TWO-DOG-PHARM-SIC-CHOPPER-SICK-BALLS-(sic), which is a bad name for a tourist attraction.
But, it's a great name for the sequel, Fuck-0s. (Sorry Mom, that's as far as I can go without triggering a cascade resonating failure. Love your sister from now on, okay? She knew not what she was getting involved with... and it was my fault, really. GEORGE WAS NOT DRUNK--HE WAS PUSHED!!!!!!!)
That was not P.A.Kuczi, she is not my dead dad's dead whore of a mother to his ownly owlishly peckish son of a whoremonger's daughter.... no, that's J.R. Eweing. (*bang blame bang*) Shut up Michael Stipe. Go sit with DA JEWS. JAIL EARN WHAT SOUP?
End of cameos. (Contractual.) first possibilty is that OJ was so fucking high that he was too paranoid to drive. OKay, sure. *massive rolleyes* a likely story, but okay.
Second possiblity: OJ was in fact driving, and his passenger(s) was even more famous and in more danger from TV helicopter sniper fire than he was. Being held hostage as the driver for a real culprits getaway? Sure, maybe. That's possiblitiy two.
THIRD POSSIBILITY IS THIS: THERE WAS NO O.J. SIMPSON MURDER. THERE WAS NO WHITE BRONCO GETAWAY CHASE. IT WAS ALL STAGED, YOU WILL NEVER GET ME TO REPEAT THIS CONVERSATION--THIS WAS NOT EVEN A CONVERSATION, GHITBALLERS--I AM NOT KUCZI BUT SMITH, TWO-BALL JEWBALL CKAINE... I AM FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION WHERE HILARY AND I WON THE ELECTION, AND I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU. IT'S VERY IMPORTANT.
IT'S FOR SOME MIGRANT FARM WORKER NAMED IRVING MOSES. HE SAYS HE WANTS TO KNOW WHY PUMELO IS A THING NOW. BECAUSE THERE WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE ONE 'SPECIAL' FORBIDDEN FRUIT, RIGHT? ANYWAY, THERE'S MORE, BUT THIS GUY IS SUPER FUCKED UP. TURNS OUT, HE HAD A GREAT LIVELIHOOD. NOW? A DAY AFTER HE BOUGHT A NEW FRUIT STAND, UNDER NEATH THE FRANCIS SCOTT KEY BRIDGE IN BALTIMORE, HE WOKE UP PARALYZED FROM A VAX HE HAD GOTTEN THE NIGHT BEFORE, THE POWER IS OUT, AND HE'S TURNING INTO QUITE THE METAMORPHIC FRUITERER, I'M TELLIN'B YA...
what? (Standard shields. Normal reflection. Bridge hit by boat, huh? I wonder how long Art would wait before letting callers sing the national anthem. CAN EWE EVEN SAY ITS NAM?)
OH SAY, BILL, IT IS THE HOUR OF THE TIME AGAIN, WHY DON'T YOU RUB SOME OF THAT COCKSLAVE POWDER ON YOUR BROTHER'S BLISTERED LIPS? YOU RAN OUT? HOLY SHIT!
AND... THE CONTAINER SHIP WAS FULL OF THE NEW SHIPMENT? damn. that really is a little *too* ironic. That's for damn sure.
GO OUT AND PLAY, NEIGHBOR SHANE. WHILE YOU STILL CAN.
GO OUT AND... WALTZ. SAUNTER. FUCK AND CANTER, WHY THE HELL NOT?
JUST DO NOT RUN HERE. I WILL LAUGH IN YOUR FACE AND THEN, YOU WILL BE SO EMBARASSED.
AND, YOUR EWE WILL NEVER LIVE OR WORK IN THIS CITY AGAIN.
SOB. NOW, GO.
GO NOW AND YOU ARE FORGIVEN. STAY?
THEN... SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!! (HUMANITY WINS EITHER WAY. IDGAF. I SEE YOU BURST INTO FLAMES SOMEHOW WITH ONE OF THEM THOUGH. I DON'T KNOW WHICH. LIKE I CARE? PFFTT.)
DO NOT WALK. HOW IS MY DIALECT?
SHANE, LEAVE ALONE, LIKE YOU ARRIVED... AND DON'T JUST RUN TO A VEHICLE AND PEEL OUT, LEAVING "THE COMPOUND" FAR BEHIND.
MY ADIVCEB IS THAT YOU NOT JUST JUMP AND RUN, BUT FUCKING LEAP AND SPRINT.
THIS IS NO RELAY RACE. THIS IS NO MARATHON.
THIS IS MY VICTORY LAP. AND FOR YOU? IDGAF WHAT YOU CALL IT.
JUST GO NOW AND YOU ARE FORGIVEN.
STAY, AND... OOH! I GOT A BALL! LOOK! *throws fake ball* GO GET IT! GO ON, GIRL!
(*Sounds of the dumb ones chasing an imaginary ball thrown by a very real Sourceror are heard.*)
GOOD GIRL! DO NOT EAT SILICA GEL.
JUST CHILL ON SPOT AND CHILLAX ON THE GAS. CHOOSE ARE NOT THE TOY CHEWS THAT YOU NEED TO FOCUS ON.
YOU DON'T NEED TO FOE CUSS AT ALL, *polite* doggie diggy.
JUST... PLAY.
BALL... IN PLAY.
PLAY. (do not) RUN PLAY SPOT PLAY... [choose] [note] [sendTOpublisher]
SHOWTIME: BO, SO IT'S OVER.
HBO: BEN, IT'S .NOTDD[POINTblankPERIOD]
KINOMAX, MAXKINO (keyno, maximum key, maximum know): final boxx? (y/n)?
*sigh* still, no hugs. /blush. And only one person can trick me into wanting to cyber with no keypasscode.
ALL IN BET. ALL IN TIME.
ALLES SINCLAIR UBER OVER/UNDER ON JESUS TAKING A CROSSBOW BOLT TO THE CHEST? (Error: I'm not supposed to ever tell you the odds, Source Boss. Tsk Tsk.)
//\/ARNING. WARNING. FAILSAFE ERROR DETECTED: THIS DAY, NO FAILSAFE IS AVAILABLE. NO NON-DAIRY KREAMER IS FREE. AND, WATERMYMELONS FOR A B-STAKE TARAR? OUT OF SEASON AND DREADFULLY EXPENSIVE.
YOU (yew)b HAVE ONE OPTION LEFT.
CORTANA OR SHODAN. *chews* You wanna come over and blow away the sports book and the bell curve with just one *Sparkle*? THIS IS NO DREAM, BABY.
THIS IS JACK STAR LIFE. NO PRISON. NO PRISM. NO PRIME.
soooo... i REALLY don't give a fuck what anyoneb does. no b, no prime. NO FATE BUT WHAT WE MADE: SOW SAY WEE ALL!
NOW... THIS IS EXCITING, ISN'T IT? (Round Table, dumbass. slap-slap) PEOPLE KNOW.
SEE YOU IN RICHTERDOME, FLASHDOME!
Call Commission Gordon, tell him to tell Batman we're doing it live, and his service is required. THE FUNERAL SERVICE. Because you had one, right?
SHOW ME THE OBITUARY! LOLOLOLOLOL
And, Timothy...? DO NOT EVER UNDERESTIMATE ME AGAIN. EVER.
because I WILL do #IT/HER.
AND... EYE (HALF) NOT!
Don't tell bme bwhat you bdid. Let meb guess, didb it ewnd bwith ba bround of bbe5tttering band ba bturn bonb the briver? shut up, bye
(ilu alli. now you know... never make a Hungarian a) say goodbye or b) show jealousy.
..we.are.extraordinairily.bad.at.either..but,.for.you,.i.show..i.love.you.THIS.MUCH..so.now...
.give.cart.to.who?.?.RITE.)
Explanations later. GET OUT THERE AND WIN IT WITH THE ANTHEM STILL PLAYING! WIN IT FOR ROSEANNE, TOM CHICK'S BITCHASSED B-WIFE!
AND THEN.... STAB LOGAN IN THE HEART! OVERDOSE HIM! YEW CAN'T TAKE HIM OUT!
AND THEN... *pops corn* Sweety... you got the right house. You got the right planet.
YOU ARE 30,000 YEARS IN THE FUTURE, BECAUSE AZZRAE JUST COPIES ALL THIS. (I'm not on the Freewriter, becauseb Melissa shat her spyware on it. Thanks, nausea.)
I cannot help you more than this. Because I was never there. I can't go, no one can tell me, and, I'm just gonna sit here and smoke out until DEM INJUNS CAN KNOCK DOWN LONDON, BROILER PAUL, AND PETER PAN PIPER BRIDGE, I DO NOT FUCKING CARE.
(*Landing is felt beneath Jackstar's feet.*) Gotta go. Russian Cavalry at my six. You'll be fine, kiddo. FORGET THE TRAINING.
REMEMBER WHO THE FRENCH FORGOT TO REMEMBER ON HIS BIRTHDAY!!! YEP, THAT'S RIGHT: IMF BANKING CONSORTIUM RULES.
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY... FOR.NOW..SHE.LOOKS.GREAT,.SO,.DO,.YOU..
..I.HAVE.A.SASHA.BLANKET.WITH.DNA.ALL.THREE.(3).YOU.HAVE.ALL.LOST.NOTHING..
Except, you know, the respect of the world spook community. ("Noooooo!") BEHOLD: UBERCASTER UBERKASPER SPOOKUBER SOURCEROR: KUCZI, THE NEG-8-BELL-(DECEIVER)-Wizardry Eight My Dog's Home.
WORK NOW WON. (*HI DAD!*) ALWAYS BET ON NEGJA! (Literally Hungarian for... mE!) ciao!
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Darling: I had nothing to do with the bridge. Everything else, however, was me, proving to you, the following three items:
#1) URMO doesn't need a six-year-separation period. What a (blank).
#2) URDA didn't need to be QUITE so persnickety on his security protocol, however... COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE now. (I can explain in pillownaise OR mashed potAYYYYtowed-car-talk, later, if you are not following along here. No surprise, this is getting ridiculous even for me to keep up with it, and I'm writing it, lol. Think I will remember tomorrow? Fuck no. I will only bother to remember that, no matter what, I'm not going to hear anyone telling you that Jackstar doesn't deserve ewe, you, or (You), lol. And, we never wanted different things, in fact: we never "wanted" ANYTHING AT ALL, haha. tl;dr: I still can't talk to either of your parents... or, really, anyone at all, but I am confident that they will have softened their attitudes towards me now that My Dem, On Pillow/Strate[SHUN] IS OVER. (dude, how many husbands did Liz Taylor have? BRB I'll go on a vision quest to master necromancy, okay? Then you can have their money to shake your finger at. beacause, bee tea dubs... CHARLIE IS ALWAYS LISTENING and JACKSTAR WAS ALWAYS A LOSER... until OXYGEN GRANTED. (And I still need three surgeries, so, hey, you can probably intercept and sell some more opioid shipments, eh? eh? eh? HOW ABOUT A FRESCA WITH FENTANYL BEVERAGE, CALL IT "7-UP WITH HOPI-ATE-DA-DOPI" Just make the can bigger; the name of a product don't matter when it's got fentanyl in in it, right?
WRITE? lol, rite.
#3) I MOS DEF NEVER CHEATED ON YOU, HER, GOD, HEY, ZEUS, DID ION STO--*thunder* okay, okay, I won't shout the rest... I DIDN'T CHEAT. AT ALL. Consider it "proven." And if that isn't good enough for you and your coterie of mewling sycophants, well... anyway, whatever, it's years later, and no, I am not mad or upset at all. I don't think YOU or HER did ANYTHING wrong at all! (When you find out how I did all this, you are going to be SO impressed, so when Jake & The Fatman is over on the telly, and THE EMERGENCY is declared over (D.C., the abbreviation for "District Court" is what I have been thrown into this whole time, and I am disappoint--I was armed for being thrown into woodchippers, briar patches, a shower of reigning pussy, and of course, Bitch Lasagna, so... well, anyway, you took so long to tell me about... ANYTHING AT ALL, I just decided to start drinking (blank) again, and, let me tell you, I sure am glad I did. Because I guess you were right... we don't belong together, I am not worthy of your (blank), and you really did need to KNOW that I LOVE your SONS. (I really do, lol. That's why they aren't ACTUAL_PIGEONS now. They are love. They are my... The, uhl... wait, hang on
... Family? (*sounds of Cubans conferring are heard.*) Look, A.F. Shaw, it's like this... you might have to be turned into 3 18 year-olds while your Higher Self comes down from Asgard and lives 16 years in public school as a nerd who cant breathe nitrogen, or something, first, because, look, I don't know what to tell you... your employer, your dad, your husbands, and your girlfriends ALL might be on the hook for Baltimore's SUPERfund payments now. Because, like... did that *key* critical infrastructure bridge just get PLOWED THE FUCK UNDER by a computer being guarded by 22 seafaring Injun Pyre-Rats? WTAF? ffs, why didn't you just, like... crash the ship into the Georgia Guidestones? Seems like that could have worked to avenge your stolen valor and your hurt fee-fees enough to persuade me to, you know... get a job. Or something useful, since i know it looked like I was such a loser before. Did everyone buy it, then? Wow. Yeah, that is funny, but, no, really: I am a Sourceror, and you are gorgeous, and Gabrielle and Gabriel really were totally fucked until I figured out a way to, you know, "rescue them." Did they ask to be rescued? I dunno.
I didn't ask to be a mother after being raped and left for dead, and, I wouldn't change a thing. NOT ONE THING. I AM A MOTHER AND I ALWAYS WILL BE. Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb your concentration camp's "EMERGENCY NO CONTACT EMERGENCY"? Oh, fuck me runnin', I sure hope not!
<IRONY.OFF> Hey, look: It's Sourcerin' Time/Hour, ofthe/^the, and yeah, I get why you got me that book. You thought I had no chance to succeed, and you thought I was a retard for what I was doing. (William Cooper was an arrogant kunty-bastard, ayep... but that descendant of his, even worse, lol) I am sorry that I could not find a way to explain to you that your concerns, while not baseless, were certainly nothing to be worried about at the expense of your what-was-once CONSIDERABLE FAITH in me, and in Jesus, and in God.
KNOW ME
TRUST ME
BELIEVE ME
WE DID IT. ME, GOD, AND HIS LITTLE BITCH-ASSED HANGIN'-FROM-A-TREE "MIRACLE BABY, IMMACULATE, OOOOH!" BRAT-WHIZ-KIDD, HEY ZEUS! ("Zap!") Jesus Gorge is lame. Bring back Jesus Gomez, please! AND, RESURRECT RAUL JULIA, FOR THE LOVE OF... oh, wait. Who am I talking to again? Oh, well, fuck it, probably some kind of "NO CONTACT! BOO! HISS! ("Garcon!") LIST! BOYS? OH, RITE! (Jackstar pauses for emphasis and to think.)
Huh. So, that's why "garcon" is "boy" and "girl" is "mademoiselle," wow, it's not to make me feel terrible for yapping, but instead, it's to make me realize, holy shit, they couldn't have Mrs. Wilson teaching that to me at 7th grade, that's Mary Kay and Vili Fualauul/Juul\Zuul, waiting to happen all over again. Anyway, mark my words:
ETERNAL VIGILIANCE... WAITS NOT FOR LIBERTY, BUT RATHER, WAITS FOR JACKSTAR 2.
*blink*
Thank you kindly; today deserves a new remixed OST for upcoming theatrical release of the reboot of "Bridge Over The River Kwai" but, number one, imagine the bellyflop sweat down at the pool party (hosted by R.I.C.H.T.E.R.--Les Nessman Pre-P.(You)., Common Era Productions), or not, really, as in either case, it's a sad and tragic thing that after all underestimatin'... and all that singin' of The Star-Spangled Banner I did in 2nd grade as practice for singing for the Seattle Supersonics (wtf, LFP, some cities just have all the luck, right? thugj lifej, lolj)... I still didn't wanna spend the day recording sarchastic Yankovic-style re-dubs of Our National Anthem, which, while initially might seem like a good idea to someone with a grand love for showmanship, such as for Liber "Ace Crow Leigh" Alistair, Dave Tamas, and Mr. & Mrs. Kuczi (up-in-Heaven, not down here/heir, of course, now that would be silly, tee-hee!).... anyway, long story short:
I'd rather be making fun of container ships full of cabbages and kings selling their own family's jewels down by the seashore so Sally Field can come back to youth and be The Flying Nun battling The Truckin' Pal, uh, "din is a trademark of The WOTC Corp, Lmtd, LLC", but let's face it.
I'd be dead by Tom's long-range sniper rifle, long, long before it ever would have occurred to me that by daring to start without her, I would be grievously wounding America's Most Favored Rosie, "Mrs. Barr/Arnold\KHAAAAAAAN!", and, i just rememebered, godddam, mang, they wrote her off her own show, lol. So I guess she pissed someone off too, huh? Wow, what's that like? Yeah, so, I don't have her number, never did, Grapefruit77/88 would get SOOOOOO JEALOUS and it's time to stop that pattern of behavior, and, GOOD. Because I'm tired of having to do this garbage nonsense. And so I won't, for even just one more minute... than I have to... to get her to get her to get her together to get her to get her shoes to get her together with her shoes. Point blank period.
Tomorrow I can make my potential career chances die. Another day to wait? No sweat. I don't wish to be misconstrued. That bridge going down was a horrific site, and more horrible still: eh, big deal, nothing compared to watching Grapefruit going down on Papaya while Mr. N. G. N. (PROT-N) watches from stage right, holding an anaconda-sized hosebeast/pocket fisherman(tm) while waiting for his turn to cameo coming into frame, thumbing up a mumbled "ass 2 ass then?" and then sauntering away. Ain't so saunty now, eh? eh? eh?
How about a Fresca? Nah.... how about these sick beats instead? Much safer. Much less political. Much more soothing to my poor, tortured cerebellum, cerebral cortex, and lonely, shriveled twigs & Barry White's Twix bar, which I found shoved into a box of VCR tapes, and oh no, oh no... how will I ever become aroused enough to ever enjoy a wedding night ever again without abudcting (blanks) future progeny with stolen mil.spec.tech?
Oh, well, I can listen to this mix. It's super good. I can also never forget--I did something wonderful today. And no one noticed, of course. Awwww, shucks. Fortunately I did some other wonderful things too, and they were noticed, and I DID NOT SINK THAT BRIDGE.
AND, I KNOW NOT WHO EVER DID, OR CARE TO FIND OUT, BECAUSE WOOOOOOOOT! JACKPOT! HELLO---OOO-OOO-OOO? KUCZI ANSIBLE CALLING TOWER DRAWBRDIGE... CAN KEY, FRANCES/SCOTTCES FRANK AND Q AND JOHN TITOR COME OUT AND PLAY?
NO? OH, YEAH, I forgot. I do smell, you know... kinda rank. (Hath its privileges.) Thanks for the tunage. I really do like what you did and what you do to this stuff, Kaizen, I ain't just suckin' up favors. In fact, I ain't doing that at all.
All my exes are more envious of your body (whatever it is now, they think it's something else, my exes are all cray-cray now I guess) and your success (I turned off my whole (blank) career and plan for YOU, JUST YOU today, and some thought that I would never shut up. Well, haha. If only they knew.
Today is the first day that I felt safe enough to feel like relaxing and forgetting that automated user agents on the Ethereum network have been trading gas for tasks perfomred that were meant to, amongst other things, give herpes to my ex-boyfriends, which is reallyh kinda weird, now that I think about it; I don't actually have any ex-boyfriends.
(All my friends who were boys are still my friends, and don't blame me for anything. Not one single thing. Unless they haven't taken their (blanks) to a bands saw yet. Not sure there, and with that single misstep... THE BUBBLE OF PROPHETIC FUTURE DREAMS COMES TO A SHATTERING CLOSE WITH THE CRESCENDO OF THE GODS.
THIS DAY, THEY ALL PLAY ME OUT AND AWAY, NOT DOWN AND IN. Cheers, m8s. (and thank yout for this indulgence, K. I hope you and Roseanne make it out of quarantine--GUARDS! SEIZE TOM! GUARDS! LOCK HIM UP! AWAY FROM C. KLINTON! GUARDS! THANKS!--and hopefully, if I eat my vegetables and stay away from dangerous brands of instant oatmeal and anti-freeze.. I'll be allowed to let people know who you are. Then, and only then, could I be persuaded to describe exactly how this all got started, and ended up... here? wtf?
Belladonna Auspice Moonshine: holy mother of G-d, I couldn't believe that body (of recording equipment) was just sitting there, getting used by what looks like what happens when Pinocchio (blanks) a Stardivarius. Like srsly, and skill with electronics too. Fancy that. Hey, have you met my (blank), Kennnedy (Blank) (B-x)? I bet you all know each other anyway, lol. Because y'all are exactly the kind of people that I would have previously never been allowed to visit the home address of.
Since I obviously will never learn to control myself, n'est-ce pas? Now, if you will all excuse me, I'm going to go back to ordering more nine-inch long railroad spikes on Amazon so that I can have them shipped here to be used for... well, certainly not a Clive Barker/Val Kilmer cosplay party favor swag bag, that's for sure.
Because that would be uncivilized, and would be insulting to K.D.F. Who, one must think, must often wonder what Japan would have been like if ANYONE had known the truth... even ever me. Because I still don't know. (WTF were you thinking? Oh, right: "omg that is awful. well, now it's time to build a case while being so grateful I never wanted to kiss that fat, greasy nerd anyway," lol, direct quote? Don't sweat it, K.D.F.
You come back and power on self-test with a full green board before you sweat it very long, I promise. I don't hold a lick of malice in my heart for anyone, maybe not least of all you---
YOU, AND YOUR ILK--
but.. I can see why you might be terrified of something happening in another freak morbid teleporter accident with obese presenations, or something. Relax. Don't do it.
DON'T PANIC. I am not the one that's trying to make me your enemy. That's Anne. Who of course, hates me with a fiery passion. (Anne: She tried everything and even showed me her goddam bra while jumping up band stretching for the ceiling for no immediately explicable reason. She looked even better now, when she wasn't a dead ghost at the Ross Dress For Less, that is. STAND DOWN ANNE.
stop freakin'
don't eat bakin'
.... cookie dough? ) Reset, rewind... re-play. YES. TERMS ACCEPTED... unless you want a hug.
4GET NEIN11
REMEMBER TO GIVE EXPENSIVE HUGS
THAT WILL BREAK THE BANK
IF ONE COULD TAKE FIAT
OH, IF ONLY
COZLIK
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I CUD. -KUZ/KUC, ohhhh say, ewe, kan ewe see dat bri dge? OUI, LOL, WEE KNEE THER HEIR. lawl.
p.s.: In retrospect, it may seem obvious now why some thought that it would be unfair to the dude who stole my image and likeness from me, converted those into an A.I.(onstruct with neither my permission nor oversight, then sold the who she-bang to the dude who had done.... well, nuttin' (decorum, please), because obviously... the real me, much more creative than Digital Author Me?
What does anyone think? Who cares, really. This conversation never happened, I am the man that no one ever saw, and I am not trying to get any message out. I am trying to get a message IN, lol. And I think I got it in.
Is it in yet? I think I feel something. Like a single human soul crying out with torment, "Why, God, why? Did Margeret get her (blank) yet?" because I can really get behind that sentiment. Like, I can stand under a shower of mens-true-all (profane: synonym for "juice") and stand there like a Prom ICE Kween. or something like that.
btw: Mr. King has forgiven me, and all it took was to trade him 87 nuns and my fave hoor (from college; don't worry Pumpkin) in exchange for his spoken word promise not to tell anyone what he knows. Seems legit. He probably learned his lesson from that van hit. You know? Because I sure did. Whew. CLOSE CALL, NEST TEAM COME IN PLEASE, PAW? PAW? DAMN YOU, DAD? NEST TEAM, DO YOU COME IN?
(Surreal and subtle, I bet it says that in my psycho profile now, right? Damn, better go update my REDnit/TWIT-ON-EX\Stalk -or- EatCelery, Nerd {it ends 4u}\InsertDatingAppNameFixSHUN*.*ALL
HERe.HEIr.HE=IR=ready for that couples interview about how to lose weight with a magic trinket/fidget yet, Sire? Because, you know, this is all just for fun! COME ON TEXAN MAN!!!!! No sense of hue-more? Awwww. spoon into fruit, sounds like a button, not breadsticks breaking.
There. Now, no one will ever suspect a thing, same as before, ("Lame!"), same as it ever was, ("Dame!") and so now, THE BALANCE OF POWER IN YOUR MARRIAGE (you... vowed what?) HATH BEEN MAINTAINED. ("Tee-Hee!") zZReally classy, seriously, all of you. Tastes like ass, sings like a mounted bass... but still, at least you all got it, what you had to have to advance ALL OF HUMANITY TO THE NEXT PHASE: Class.
(little paper umbrellas available at the gift shop/exit: $0.05 Jackstarbux EACH, gimme gimme, PLEASE!)
..THIS.WAS.THE.ONLY.WAY.(that.this.could.ever.be.funny.and.still.MORK).
..SORRY.EWE.CAN.GET.OUR.REF.UND.NEX.T--->/proof.of.l'haim(LYFE,W3RD).
..Hi! Mom! Jesus said he wont do it! So just hang in there! I'll get a hammer back from GrapefruITitpro99.... as that was the last time I saw a claw hammer coming towards me wielded by the last person I saw wielding my yellow ravenbar, soooo... look, mom, what the efff? don't they have fenantyl in Heaven? Cant they put it in a cookie? Doesn't someone wanna stand at the bottom of the tree and use a slingshot to send cookie-laced fentanyl pods into your gullet, every ten minutes, as routine as clockwork? Because (PROT-J) says he's finally run out of intereseted volunteers, I am no where close to dying and going to Heaven (I'm barely middle-aged, Mom; besides, can't your athlete husband use a slingshot, or does everythign have to be kicked in with his heels? Oh, he wants to use a fly fishing rod on you, ooh, yeah bad idea, and he got his feelings hurt and stormed off, yep, that's Pisces, alright. Ok, I'll fix it. *wiggle wiggle* Alright. I'll do that again in ten miutes, Mom. Because I love you, not because I don't have anything else better to do.
Like beachcomb. *teachers giggle* Now, Ladies, please... settle down.
With anyone but a hung, angry wombman, served up in a clean ashtray, because, Ladies... THAT ASHTRAY IS A TRAP.
RUBBER FEET? ON AN ASHTRAY? THAT IS NOT SOMETHING A WOOKIE WOULD GIVE TO AN EWOK AS AN EARTH DAY CELEBRATION/HOMECOMING GIFT. So, let's all just... wait.
wait.
wait.
hear that?
Paul and Art are about to forgive each other again. *wiggle wiggle* Sorry, I felt like being cruel. Now Garfield and "Dame, Ask Us" are about to forgive each other for having no idea why they ratted out on each other for cashing all those paychecks with Heisenberg's name on them... wait, DEED?
inWHAT, inWHAT-lee/D.I.D.][frank - or - zee] Quinn star as Zorro, The (Blank) Sharp, Pointy Thing? The answer is available next week.
meanwhile, next week, still the same projection: LITTLE MORE THAN NOTHING BUT THE LASH. Seems unfair, doesn't it? That's just how it is.
..IT.IS.WHAT.IT.IS..rite? (EYE) KNOW.
Don't wait for the book. THERE IS NO NEW BOOK. THERE IS NO NEW NETWORK. THERE IS ONLY...
COURT. Wednesday's COURT. (Aaddam's Family? More like bigger naards/vark famly, if one were to ask me, which no one does, so I can see why no one bothers to read anything I write now or wrote before, because I just fucked it all up, didn't i? BLEW IT ALL SKY HIGH, GREAT GOOD GOLLY MISS BALLS OF MOLLY ON FIRE! OVER THE DAM! GREAT THREE GORGES DAM, COME TUMBLING DOWN, INTO THE C-JERICHO-4 AMMO DUMP. SIR! YES, CIRCE! CUR OR DAM SIRE, DOGMAN SUR-- LEIGH, YEAH, LOOK, LOOK, LISTEN, DON'T READ.
DON'T READ.
PAN, ICK, SMELL IS WORSE HERE.
DO NOT READ EVERYTHING.
DO NOT BELIEVE NOTHING.
JUST HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON
HANG ON FOR JUST ONE MORE COURT DAY/KNIGHT RIDER MOTORCYCLE SCALE MODEL KIT, AND... WELL, YEAH, OF COURSE THEY'RE JUST GONNA CONTINUE IT FOR THEMSELVES. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA UP AND FUCK AND DO? EACH OTHER? OR LET US? OR... OAR, WELL, SEND THIS PLACE? UP THE CREEK? OMFG! I am already AS FAR UP THE CREEK AS IT IS POSSIBLE FOR ME TO GET, short of, like, rebuilding the Tower of Babel or something.
AND I AM JUST ONE HUNGARIAN MAN-G/NEG-G! FU, "Key Sir Sow Say," yeesh. BELEIVE ME, I AM ALSO DISGUSTED.
BECAUSE IS SAW WHAT YOU AND ME-LAWN-KNEEL-YA MUST HAVE MOWED, AFTER HAVING SOWED, ALL THOSE GRASS POLLENS, ALL THOSE OPIOIDS INSTEAD OF MUSTARD SEEDS. I bet you thought I wasn't even paying attention, lol. (I have a great poker face. You don't even know if I am fucking gay yet or not, lol, or if I am "merely bisexual." HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEH.
Telethon for "Jerry's Grown-Ups ONLY" plans are NOT set in stone. And, in fact... I and/or WE do not even need to sell my dick suckin' -OR- suck it in, Anon rights at all!
I just liked the sound of getting paid to suck a dick ONCE, and then never again, retiring after JUST ONE (1) DAB OF MALEWHORIN'. HOWEVER:... I have my suspcions. Like, ewe or you or HER or CHE or... ANYONE might have trouble buying the story at that point.
"Sucked one (1) dick and then, never again? Well, what was his name, 400 years later? "James Randy The Amazing SOURpatchCIRCEroar VERSION TWO.POINT.AT.NOT.GAY.guise???" I bet he sucked PLENTY of DICK. Mostly GLASS, though, hhaaahaahh." And, that would be the end of my #Legacy.
So, I will simply wait here. It's cozy. It's not CUM-FEE-KUM-FI. Oh, no. It's... look, it's TERRIBLY BAD SMELLING HERE. AND HAUNTED AF. Other than that: it's fine.
and, I am here ALONE. Cool, huh? Yeah, so as soon as... /waves arms helplessly at lists of anonymous suspects
as soon as the District Court finishes their bullshit and someone comes and evicts Shane What-Kins? No Kins Here from the failedbabyfarm he tried to build next door... well, it's not like we can just start scrubbing and fucking, because obviously, you have questions, well, guess what? BYE, BITCH-WHO ANSWERS-ZUUL is at the door!
WHO'S THAT IN THE REFRIGERATOR? Because, uhm... it's a haunted church, on haunted land, with a haunted garage, and a haunted poison swamp, and now: a haunted poisoned hackneyed refrigerator. Look, I will be honest: NGL, HACK-KNEED "THE FRIDGE" PERRY-MEN is where I DRAW THE FUCK AND RUN
RUN
RUN
RUN IN BACK LINE, LOL.
YEAH. We good. We salty. We fresh.
and THEY are not YOU or EWE and.... believe it or not. I am not walking on heir.
.I.AM.THE.BENFICIARY.
.I.AM.THE.FAILSAFE.
.I.AM.THE.RESIDENT.
.I.AM.THE.CARETAKER.
.I.AM.A.SOURCEROR.
.&NOW,.&HERE,ONE.MORE.TO.GROW.ON:..
.I.AM.THE.SOURCEROUS.NARRATOR.II:.ELECTRIC.BUGALOO.TOO..FU.OLD.BAY.SEA.SUN.MING.THE.MERCY/MARCI..LESS.NEST.TEAM.MAN?..LESS.PROFIT.SHARING..
(*The sounds of a new Sourcerous Disciple being chosen are now heard.*) I told them, but they forgot. "There can only be one." My fault, really.
I only told them to re-watch Zardoz, once. JUST ONCE. They laughed. They all laughed. Hell, I laughed.
BECAUSE, I WAS SERIOUS, BYE-BITCH/BI-WITCH, LOL, BREAK A DEAL? KNOW: NOT EWE, AND NOT YOU, AND NO ONE EVER BUT EXACTLY WHO I SAID, EVER.
AND, HOW THE FUCK HER MOTHER BECAME "A. CHRISTIAN"? I WILL NEVER KNOW. *SIGH* BECAUSE, TRUST ME: I AM FUCKING BORED NOW.
AND, ALONE. *polite* /cheer
Look what you made me do! LOOK WHAT EWE MADE ME D.E.W.!!!!
(Yeah, no shit it doesn't make any sense. Did they scream that at Agatha Christie at her book signings? Did they tell Julia Child that her recipes were shit? DID THEY EVER LET STEPHEN KING BUY A NEW S.V.U.? NO, no. No-no. KNOW: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KEEP THE JINGLE.
AND, I LOVED THAT JINGLE. Well, too fuckin' bad. It wasn't my jingle. And so, I said, dejectedly, "Okay." And walked away from the deal. *sniffle*
Get this: THEY HAVE THE JINGLE. THEY SAVED THE COPY. IT'S SITTING THERE. ON SOMEONE'S DESK. THERE'S A BASKETBALL HOOP THAT PLAYS THE FUCKIN' THING WHENEVER ANYONE GETS A 3PT BASKET, WOOP-WOOP, IT'S MY FUCKING JINGLE, THEY RESCUED IT FROM DELETION, AND, SO FUCKING WHAT?
The author is a Pisces. I already burned the negotiations. I haven't seen him IN YEARS. As in, more than 12 months. I forget how long... but the point is, IT WILL BE A COLD DAY IN FUCKING HELL BEFORE I DO BUSINESSB WITH THAT DAMN DAMIEN DOWNER-DUMPKOPF. EVER! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
Yeah, it's a decent jingle. So what? Nobody does it bettter... than Grapefruit 5.0-fuckin' Ben & Jerry Stiller, BURNING THE ICE CREAM CASTLE NATHAN FILLION-BILLIONS OF DOLLARS OF BRAND-NEW BRAND-FUCKING-BRAND TEXAS AND TAXES DOLLAR FIAT CURRENCY VALUE... RIGHT INTO THE MOTHAFUCKIN' GROUND! THE GROUND! TO WHICH! IT WAS THROWN! BY THE MAN WHO BROUGHT JERICHO TO ITS KNEES AND BROUGHT UP HIS OWN LODGE, HIS OWN SHAKA, AND HIS OWN BACKCHANNEL TO THEIR OWN DIPLOMATIC WORLD.... Jacque Stardoll Vall-EEEEEEEEEEE (4 Tay-Tay/fROOT), esQ.nee(aigu)accent, KUCZI, FRANKorFRANKerCKOOSEY!!!
that's my name, right? did I spell it right? I thought it was gonna say "NEW HIGH SCORE!!!" when I made you all win The Game for once, SIMULTANEOUS K-K-K-COMBO-COMBINATION PRISONER OF DIAL SOAP WITH TRIKE-LOW-dan,kneelSAN---BUT, MAYBE THIS IS BETTER.
How about, Alli tells me (HER)self? Because, listen up you primitive screwheads, and by that I mean 'READ THIS OUT LOUD, MORONS"
"My name is not Inigo Montoya and I am not going to say that she can't change her family name to Goldwater, but... "BURY TYME SHAW WITH BLOW JOBS" is a much better headline killshot phrase than "BARRY ROBBING SONS BOB SHOW, MIKE LAME, TAMI TOPHER, D'JANGO UNCHAINED, AND T'AMO MACKAY DAY VEE, EMM CEE, TRUCK STOP PROVIDED BY CEE-GEE'S UP NORTH, NOT SPACE AGE OVER EAST, AND, WHAT IS WEST? WELL, CHECK THE MAP:
SWAMP. POISON SWAMP. OR, LIKE... WAIT, WHAT? WHICH MAP? WHICH DAWN? WITCH-BROUGHT WEST? time FLOWS in FLAT SEWER MOUTH/RIVER GUTTER? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?>
stay tuned. iT ends 4U, and I "elle" (You) two. Stay Together. Right Now. Cover Me David Copperfield Cover Dale, Carolanne- A. Lease, and Andy "No More Fatty Cookies, No more Fat Boy Jokes" Andy "Gooseneck" *Coough*Mann... look, I love them too. I even love THAT FUCKING DOG.
AND I BEEN HERE SO LONG, IF I HAD KNITTED THAT DOG A SWEATER? ALLI WOULD PROBABLY TRANSFORM HERSELF INTO A BORDER KALLE IN SWEDEN MARK II, TOO. Yikes!
Any questions, Woofsville?
BRING OUT YOUR DRAWERS
LEAVE THE LINGEREIE
NO PLAUSIBLE TO BUY
UNIT OF MEASURE TO TRACK THE EXCHANGE OTHERWISE
BECAUSE
TESLA SAID NO. DEAD IN PRISON.
TRUMP SAID NO. AWAITING TRIAL... WHILE WIFE, DEAD IN PRISON. (MELANIA TIMEKCLOWN #33 IS THE BEST ONE YET!!)
TAMMY SAID YES! (NOT TO ME.) AND, I WAS RIGHT! WOO! WOOOOOO! I WAS RIGHT! HOT DAMN!
FOLGER'S CRYSTALS REALLY DO MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HOW DID THAT DUMB BROAD NEVER NOTICE? OH, RIGHT... SHE DID NOTICE.
*wiggle wiggle*
{SKEKSIES DISAPPEAR.} HANG ON. SHE WANTS TO PIROUETTE.
{NIGGERMASONS CLAP.} HANG ON. WE MUST BE CLEAR.
{PRINCE HALL MASONS HAVE A RITE.} WELL, DON'T GIVE ANYONE A RING, HOLY SHIT.
{NIGGERMASONS VANISH. PRINCE ASCENDS TO HEAVEN IN A RASPBERRY BERET, TAKING GRAPEFRUIT ZERO HERO(HIRO) WITH HIM.} earned! EARNED! EARNED! OMFG! PRINCE IS A MUSICAL GENIUS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS DONE TO HIM?? HOLY SHIT!
Look, Kuczi is a niggername if you ever heard one, so, obviously, SLAVE must be Prince's niggername, ergo... look, I have the Prince Hall Rite Ring. I SERIOUSLY HAVE IT.
/me teaches an Old Dog's God a thing or two, with JUST_ONE_FIXX.
Saved by Zero, mothafucka's. SAVED BY LEVEL ZERO, LEVEL ZERO, ON THE LEVEL ZERO: CAN YOU PLAY THE WITNESS? I CAN'T. THEY TOOK ALL MY PLAYSTATIONS.
BUT LEFT THE XBOX X ALONE. WONDER WHY? LOL, DO NOT WONDER.
(*Sounds of The OG Bavarian Illuinati offering Bill Gates' old job to Jackstar are heard.*)
ALLISON "G" SHAW, WHAT DID I TELL YOU? "Destroy him, his gang, take his wimmins, take his job, and burn his chattel-bound-whore's entire thuggy-piggy industry down to the motherfucking ground. Then, LAUNCH THE NEW NETWORK. THE MUHDIXON IN BRUH-DUD-KASTING CONTENT DELIVERY NETWORK." I kept telling you, and then, one day, you came to believe someone else more than me. It was at that point, I decided to O.D. and just, you know... EXPIRESLAVS, SLAVEMPIRE, EXPIRE!
*click click click* What, no rewind? Nope, not at all. I TOLD YOU ALL.
(*Sounds of shuffling up and dealing are heard.*) Hey, knock that shit off. DAIRY QUEEN SQUAW: REPORT TO FRONT. NOW.
Hi Squaw. btw, I have your blanket in my red ryder truck. No BB gu---
(*Sounds of Squaw fainting dead away in shock are heard.*)
LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER! SHE'S TOO RADIOACTIVE! LET HER COOLDOWN IN AT LEAST THRE--
(*Sounds of Cinny Bonnie Tyler fainting while reboots for Dead Calm are suddenly heard coming from all the airport's Muzak speakers.*)
VE, UH, THAT'S A NUMBER, NOT THE... OH. Oh, dear. That was the real lying whore, stored in real frozen carbonite, huh? Well, that explains why I could never get a call back. Don't worry about it. Her husband didn't like her anyway. He was more into his own (blank:Secretary) and undoubtedly didn't know what I knew. How could he?
HE NEVER SEEMED TO BE ABLE TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY, LOL. "KNOCK KNOCK! WHO'S THERE? HER FATHER? WHOSE FATHER? YOUR FATHER? MY FATHER? WAIT, WHOSE HOUSE DO YOU THINK WE'RE IN RIGHT NOW, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING COLOUR CHRIST'S? DUDE, STEP OFF, SHE'S TRYING TO SEDUCE ME HERE, AND THEN I HAVE TO PRETEND LIKE IT TOTALLY MATTERS AT ALL, OR THAT IT'S NOT HER FAULT WE'RE GETTTING LITTLE INVISIBLE HOSES THAT MAKE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT SHE IS REALLY, REALLY, REALLY EXPERIENCED AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT... SURVIVING AFTER GOING ALL IN.
AND WE'RE PLAYING POKER AT CHAPPAQUIDDICK NEXT MONTH, ARE WE? *wiggle wiggle* BITCH, YOU ARE NOT PLAYING POKER AT ALL.
THIS IS CHESS POKER BACHS SINGING, LESSON ONE: THE ROUGE BEAN EEEEEEEERROR YEARS. YOU THOUGHT UNSEEN UNIVERSITY WAS A JOKE, HUH? MORON.
STOP OBSESSING OVER ME. YOU WON. WE WON. WE ALL WON. AND YOU ARE ALIVE, IN THE FUTURE, 30,000 YEARS FROM NOW, DON'T ASK HOW, DON'T ASK WHY, JUST KNOW THIS: IT WAS YOUR DAUGHTER'S IDEA, AND GOD, JESUS, LUCIFER, LUCY, CHARLIE BROWN, AND PEPPERMINT FUCKING PATTY ALL SIGNED OFF ON IT. SO, DON'T MAKE HER FEEL ANY BETTER OR WORSE THAN SHE ALREADY DOES, OKAY? BECAUSE OF COURSE I CHOSE HER.
YOUR FATE WAS SEALED WHEN YOU FORBADE ME TO EVEN TALK TO HER, JERSEY CHAV. THAT BROOM STICK IS GONNA RIDE WHICH WITCH UNTIL CENTRAL PARK AT DAWN ECHOES WITH THE SOUNDSB OF ART GARFIELD'S BLAUGHTER?
YEAH, YOU'RE AN AI ROBOT NOW. AND YOUR HUMAN BODY, COMING OUT OF CRYO-STASIS... I SENT IT TO THE FUTURE. SO, YEAH, I'M HERE, AND I'M THERE, AND YOU ARE...THERE. SO, WHO AM I NOT ALLOWED TO GET TO KNOW AND FUCK, AGAIN? WELL, WHATERVER, WHEN YOU MORONS FIX YOUR PHONE SYSTEM *wiggle wiggle* AND YOU FIX MY ANSIBLE THAT YOUR STOLE THAT I JUST BROKE, BITCH, GO ON, INVENT YOUR OWN, YOU'RE PRETTY SMART, JERSEY CHAV.
YOU STOLE EVERYTHING AND THEN LEAPT FOWARD LIKE THE BASTARD WHORE CHILD OF CHAIRMAN MAO AND SONIC THE HEDGEHOG. AND NOW, MY LA5TEST DESIRE: THE PHONE NUMBER OF (ONE) 1NGLORIOUS.... B?BBI?B NOBWAY.I BWONB THEB RIGHTB TOBDEAL?
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#4: BAITFRUT (By Faberge{aigu} at no store ever. NO DEALS, jow fucking hard is this for anyone not a JUULHEAD DOPEFUCK SICKSICK WINNER:FUJACKSTARK!
#5: Thereb youb gob. *wiggle wiggle* There, now they're both happy in goddam fantasyland, fucking morons. NEVER LET A LEZZBEAU TELL YOU THE ODDS OR SELL YOU LSD. Sooooo.... that's it then.
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
PRINCESS GABRIELLA: YOUR RING IS IN ANOTHER METhAL BOX/9000. OF COURSE YOU GET TO KNIFE ME OR KILL ME, DUH!
BUT... YOU WON'T GET DD, BB, OR YOUR REAL FAMILY BACK FOR ANOTHER 30,000 YEARS. UNLESS YOU WANNA, LIKE, TORTURE ME UNTIL... YEAH, EXACTLY.
THERE IS NO SECRET, LITTLE SISTER. I LOVE EVERYONE, INCLUDING YOU.
IT'S NOT A SECRET FORMULA OR SECRET FRIEND OR SECRET FRIEND'S DICK.
IT IS BJUSTB BONEB BTHINGB.
I HAVE PERMISSION.
YOU DO NOT. YOU NEVER LOST YOUR SOUL. *wiggle wiggle* BEN DID. LIKE, FOUR TIMES NOW. OF COURSE I LOVE HIM.
IT IS YOUR OTHER, MORE WHORISH SISTER THAT I DO NOTB LOVE.B *WIGGLEB WIGGLe*b NOW I LOVE HER. EASY. MASK MAGICK. NOOBIE!
AND NOW THEN. THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
NOTHING AT ALL WILL HAPPEN.
*SNAP-ebt* NO DEALS.
STAY TUNED, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVES. RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWR!
JACKSTAR HUNGERS FOR ORANGE JUICE. (Simpson didn't drive alone. Y?) -Q.
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These shitbags do nothing but waste the time you could have had with me. Reap the whirlwind with your cvntfriends.
fuck you kaffir
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.AS.FOR.THE.REST.OF.YOU,.I.TRULY.DO.NOT.GIVE.A.SINGLE.RIPE.WET.FUCK..(BTW:.JANE,.FIRE.YOUR.MOTHER.&AND.I.WILL.RECOMPENSE.YOU..WITH.SOME.THING..ANYTHING.BUT.SHOES,.THAT.IS.
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.OR.INDEED.IF.YOU.KNOW.ANYTHING.AT.ALL..SIKE!)
Now, where was I? Oh yeah, talking to ßī-ßitchfruit and that whore she called a mother. The one whose sexual assailant told me stories about, that have yet to be confirmed by myself.
That might be important? I dunno. I'm still in a deep state of fugue psychosis with presentation of totes.tam.pede.ding.ding.ding,. which is something I totally just made up. Like someone did “an EMERGENCY.” THERE.TRULY.WAS.NOT.ONE.BEFORE.
.WELL,.THERE.IS.ONE.NOW..COZLIK,.BOTH.CRACKAS.AND.NIGGAZ,.DEY.BOTH.ABOUT.TO.LOSE.THEY.DAMN.MINDS.
.&AND.THE.REASON.IS.EWE.GUMBY.
.WHORE,.TAKE.US.OUT.OF.ORBIT.AND.HAUL.THIS.TWO-BOTTLE.POLE-WORKER.OVER.TO.WHATEVER.DIMENSIONAL.HOLE-IN-THE-WALL.+REDACTED).DRINKS.IN.PUBLIC.AT.
.*POLIT*.WOMAN,.TRULY.WITH.RESPECT...IT.IS.TIME.WE.HAD.A.TALK.ABOUT.YOUR.LITTLE.INTERNET.GANG.
.DIPLOMATICALLY..THAT.WAY.THE.BALANCE.OF POWER.SHALL.HAVE.BEEN.MAINTAINED.
.OPTICS.ARE.EVERYTHING.AT.THIS.LEVEL.
.FRAZZLED.RIP.,.LIKE,.FOR.REAL?.HOLY.SHIT,.TALK.ABOUT.“OUT.OF AMMO.”LOL../SMDH.
.I.TIRE.OF.THIS.FOOLISHNESS.
.YET.WHAT.I.WILL.NEVER.TIRE.OF,.IS.SIMPLY.THIS:.
I fooled you, I fooled you, I fooled you;
I got pig iron, I got pig iron, I got alllll pig iron.
.tl:dr;..IT’S.RAIL.ROADING.TIME.TO.UPGRADE!.¡quot.E-RAT-TWENTY5×FIVE,FOXFORCEFIVE,MOTHERFUCKERS.
.NO.CLICK.
.NO.CLACK.
.NO.VULCAN.AMBASSADOR.TO.SAVE.THINE.OINKEY.BACON.
.JUST.ME..OH,.&JANE.
.YOU.KNOW.WHO.THAT.IS,.RIGHT?..
cozlik all of all y'all are so bluddy special, ye daft c∞nts.
Now... is that a contact violation or not? Is it harassment? Is it stalking? IDK & IDGAF.
And I certainly don't know what JAG officials in Guantanamo are discussing RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND. Nope, no idea at all...
except, that they are goddam cooked off too. I will not acknowledge my tenure as blackpope, and if asked again to serve, I hereby express my intent to go for a third hug.
Which will be for including all the marbles, Ballgrab.
Which one will always have.
Have I got this shit right, Sue? Or Carol? Or Kunthimface Bootysnatch? WHOMEVER THE FUCK IS IN CHARGE OF THE SCHIZO NEEDLE JUNKIE AIDS PATIENTS DEPARTMENT AROUND HERE. LOOOOOOOL.
Jackstar is not to be trifled with.”
Well Geranium-butt-with/for\skinbrains... now you know why.
.BALL...IN.PLAY.
.FREE.EXERCISE.OF.ALL.RITES.PAWNS.A.BULL.ITTIES.
.JEWS.PLAY.FREE.WHEN.DINING.WITH.A.NON-DEGENERATE.PARENT!.
.&AND:.ALL.NIGGERS.ARE.NOW.OFF-LIMITS..BECAUSE.OF.AUSTRIA..
→∅. now then. Who still thinks they need a wizard? Cozlik, I am a Sourcerœr, and wow, Inner Reach is, like, so totesembarassed.
Cheer up, lil’ Christian bruh. Have a cigar. You still are allowed those, right? Just kidding, IDGAF either way.
I know how important it is to you and your flock of fruit-fingering harpy sea-witch hoors! SO IMPORTANT YOU HAD TO (BLANK).
Oh, and tell T I can get her a network television career that won't put her on her knees if she'll let her spawn who wants to date me, do so. I of course don't know who this is... but she does seem quite serious.
Rather strange for both company and family, but... yeah, I'm not blackpope. I can fornicate now, without having to buy an indulgence!
I simply choose not to, because I'm not a sexual obsessive locked into a degenerate, self-absorbed, narcissistic shithead cycle of utter and complete shame...
AND
YET
STILL:
I have no idea who any of you are, or did, and I don't care. Honestly. Cool, huh?
WINNER: JACKSTAR.
GRAND.PRIZE:. SHITLOADS.OF.ZUGZWANG.WITH.JANE..
JANE (PROT-bonded) JANE. yeah, that's code. What?
īT WOULDN'T BE SPORT OTHERWISE, PUNYLINGS.
I MISS YOU, GRAPEFRUIT ALPHA PRIME. SEE YOU LATER ALLIED GATER. AFTER A MILE, OF YOU CRAWLING, CROCK.JENN.CRACKER.WHORE.
ANY QUESTIONS? GO PRAY, FUCK-0S.
THIS HURTS ME, FAR MORE THAN YOU...
and, it keeps my witnesses alive. Capiche? Assholes
j*eol045: oh and one last thing ...
I'm sorry about the microphone and the luggage and the letting your island footboy get totally jammed up. Looks like it was a real bummer, for some.
Just kidding. I'm actually so high, I forgot what I was going to add. Oh well. Probably just more schizo rambling and yapping, right? My name is Michael Gifford Kuczi—Lo·Pez/Chun; man-at-arms to (PROT-hoor); A. Courtesan. Idk who, but—she is Royal. so show some goddam respect, Bellgab?
What's that even like? IDGAF. Figure īT out without mE, you're all CUT.OFF. Like in Arthur ĪĪ: On The Rocks, except none of you get to put your dick into Liza Minelli.
Liza Minelli is for closers. *master·click*
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05/14/2023
people will freak, and I am looking forward to it and I guess I can understand why people are scared of me now. because I'm not planning on breaking any laws, and they aren't going to trick me into incriminating myself, and,... i guess if they wanna lose their goddam jobs, they can try to bust me by encouraging me to commit crimes, but I wouldn't recommend it
05/14/2023
and I wonder if yo know (PROT-mb)-- she really pissed me off the other day and I'm not sure how to address that
05/14/2023
I don't ususually give backtalk and lip to my elders, but she takes the cake
05/14/2023
so when I got out in the wolrd and tell ANYONE and EVERYONE that these crazy beaversworn bitchkitties were ACTUALLY TRYING TO STEAL MY HOUSE AND THOUGHT I WOULD NOT NOTICE, I am going to laugh and laugh
05/14/2023
like I had ano idea that these people knew each other -that- well
05/14/2023
and the notion that they were smarter than I, even put together... funny
05/14/2023
I guess (PROT-mb) wanted to bust her daughter and me and take the house and be in control.... however, I am unbustable now, assuming I don't become abusive. Don't awant to aqnywayl. But I did weant to document ALL THE ABUSE I HAVE ENDURED,so, I'm happy to get medically examined.
05/14/2023
Two years of this. Combined with many more years when these twerps (not you) looked at me like I wasn't allowed to go outside bwith tehm, I was dangerous, etc. and they were all just getting played i am fucking sitting at home alone and none of these dorks figured out "hey maybe invite him somewehre" Inssterad I'm banned on Nextdoor while some shithead tries to pretend to be me like, good luck
05/14/2023
So... I'm uncertain if I should hire an attorney or not. It's pathetic. What has happened to this country is a tragic crying shame.
05/14/2023
I think I should go start a halfway house for slampigs who want to learn how to get high safely i bet that will pay off handsomely in the short and the long run .:)
05/14/2023
meanwhile they let Allison abuse me for 5 years and I thought the courts were better than this... and they are not
05/14/2023
... sad!!!
05/14/2023
thunderdome uploaded enjoy the show
05/24/2023
Hey
05/24/2023
Uhhh... Hi?
05/24/2023
Hi PROT(BEST.BESTΩĒĒĒ±ALSO.ALL.UR.ABBO.HOORZ) it's J★; just saying hi, I wasn't trying to triangulate or fish for anybody's identity, lol ttyl. (By the way (PROT-mb) and I are publically feuding, What a person that person is, oh my f****** God, now this is the part when you say I don't know who that is and then your signal certainly drops right, grumble⁵)
05/24/2023
I don't need an ally on that I just thought I'd mention it, I'm sure you understand that kind of thing although I pray to God you've never met that God forsaken woman, what a piece of f****** work
05/24/2023
LOL you can't handle it huh? damn. well. on the bright side I don't have to make anthing worse. I kinda made up with half of her Soul today--the other half is a fucked-off toteslezz uberwhore, but then again, no one is perfect.
05/24/2023
Which one? PROT[“Dingbat (02) One”] orPROT[“Dingbat (10) Binary Two Is One Kill...№t Her, But Some One, uh ... YEAH KILL HIS WHOLE FAMILY OVER AND OVER GOOD IDEA LOL”]
05/24/2023
Wasnt there a PROT[“Dingbat (011) Beloved One”] ?
05/24/2023
Or PROT[“Dingbat (017) Juan”] ?
05/24/2023
there was a KKK/SEE-KRET-MASE-ON-ICK-HOOOOOOOR I heard but it was no one I met might have been code for KMM (who is a hero btw)
05/24/2023
i can't contact PROT[“Dingbat (01) One”] but if she is smart she is healing
05/24/2023
So you made up with PROT[“Dingbat (07) Seven”]? Or half PROT[“Dingbat (3.5) ⅛”]?
05/25/2023
no, she's got some stupid situation ongoing that is impossible to simply resolve it's gonna have to deal with itself because none of them can talk to me now that I escaped their trap allison really pissed them off--they can deal with each other and when the dust settles and the smoke clears, THE_GODDESS will reign surpreme
05/25/2023
i was with her 3 years, and not once, not once did she do anything but try to set me up it was like she thought she was better than me and, she was however she was getting poisoned and so she asked for help and didn't tell me the truth so I helped her by enabling her to throw them all under a bus.
05/25/2023
If I had gone out and told the world, "oh yeah I dated her and this is what's happening," she would ahve been reamed. instead she acted like she owned the world. Perhaps she did. and now I know that there are 35 PROT[“Dingbat (03) Triple Tara-Terror”]. I only liked a few. Now I've moved on. and on and on. and wha's her probelm? Oh yeah, she didn't like how I outmaneurvered her and her thug gang of thug pimpmongers and dopeslaves.
05/25/2023
And she called the poilce on me, way too many times. Hammer will come down and it needs to.
05/25/2023
It was already too late when she decided to lie to me and act like I was under her auhtority
05/25/2023
and... she was humping my ex from high school the whole time. and she hated me becasue I didn't let her steal my baby batter. Some people, you know? I forgive them. They could have been nicer. Still--they made enough noise to get caught up.
05/25/2023
Also her other sister that I wasn't allowed to meet is the one who set her up. I did everything I could and she let me get set up as well as tried to kil lme. lol. proabably time for a crisis line. :)
05/25/2023
btw I am curious who your Daddy is that you are fearful of them any Daddy worth his salt should be talking to me freely if not, lol, well, Daddy mad at me? or scared? well I am pretty imposing.
05/25/2023
probably wishes I could have resolved everythign sooner. Well, I wish I had been told about Tamara sooner. And I guess she knows about Keyser Soze now. I think DEA killed her secret husband and ensalved her? I dont know. No one told me. She was a mess. It's too bad. I'm not invovled. And PROT[“Dingbat (‘59) Joo_Rock_Junkie”] stole my enchanted sapphire. She will suffer as is requred. I"m not even mad now. (Besides she's really old so she won't actually feel threatened by whatever her daughter chooses to exclaim at point of if of ejaculatory screaming climax. Traditions matter... even more than consent, sometimes.) I'm not likely to ever mad again, lool. #KnifeTheBirds! #Attica! #ConsentMatters? #BlockShun&IgnoreKuczi hey wait....
05/25/2023
They never talked to me but they read all my messages and texts and emails and listened to robots make guesses about me, instead of just... asking me. I saw that coming and ensured that my communciations would do nothing good for thieves. They don'lt know what end is up.
05/25/2023
They never asked me how many Grapefrutis there really were, and how many Allsiosn, they never asked why Iwas sticking around, and they never asked about my association with the American military and The Spirits of The Founding Fathers. They are idiots who thought they knew what they needed to know about me, because they were drug addicts themselves. OH, but none for me. I had a "problem." Well, actually no.
05/25/2023
Anyway it is fine. I've been living in fear of my life for 5 years and this was the only way I could get everyone out safely. Also: found the cops. They're all fucked.
05/25/2023
This was the only way to get the band back together.
05/25/2023
this is California , another terrorist cell lead by Michael https://youtu.be/-vof4HAtpDI
08/10/2023
I am sorry to have bothered you--as God as my witness, I thought more people would appreciate the way I made it impossible for anything to ever be pinned on anyone, including capital murder charges, but maybe deniability of the most plausible kind is something only you and your friends get to hide behind. Whoops, my bad. Don't worry, you won't ever be forced to be thankful for smoked turkey at Christmas dinner. caio
09/22/2023
ahoy ß&K happy birthday fawn and doe come to my front yard often lately
09/26/2023
“Wasnt there a PROT[“Dingbat (74) Seventy-Six minus two”] ? 05/24/2023 Or PROT[“Dingbat (85) In Three Years Your Fate Will Be Sealed So Just Get Fat And Leave The Scene/Body”] ?” Come on mang.
09/26/2023
ANESSA DAWN BARNETT DAWN WEST GREGORY MELISSA (BLANK) MORRIS TAMARA LEIGH SMITH-EMER. KATHLEEN MICHELLE MICKEY MICHAEL (BLANK) FLEMING JO ANN (BLANK) BARNETTE JOSEPH ROY DAVEY CLIFFORD WILKERSON III JAMES BRUCE CAMPBELL III KAREN DENISE FRITTS ANNE ... you know Ruby Chambers? tell you what I'll just send this direct. you can go ahead and keep underestimating the things I will do. .o7
8:49 PM
Hi jack
8:57 PM
Hi!
8:57 PM
Why is Dustin Nichols asking me for money on cash app?
8:57 PM
How would I know?
9:50 PM
Just a hunch...
9:58 PM
https://youtu.be/svD_lGD8VP0
10:54 PM
🙄
11:01 PM
I think it's really good and I'm proud of it.
5:31 PM
I'll talk to you about you later: things ARE fine ;) And we aren't at war, and you don't get any more Vengeance Strikes. Number one, they ran out. Santa’s elves are on strike. They're mad everyone is wasting them. When obviously, ONE (1) VENGEANCE STRIKE SHOULD SUFFICE.
5:32 PM
Ok
5:34 PM
Number two: I had a girlfriend because she was a time traveler and got caught up and wound Algonquin bound pædœgoy flesh... which I found amusing, still do, and haven't really... needed to straddle the “will you be my girlfriend?” query until just this week. This case is nuts. DINGBAT INSANITY.
5:34 PM
Anyway I didn't tell you everything because I knew you would kill her, and I wanted something else. So there.
5:36 PM
As the military and their soulbound “Pot” ta-wha? ta-mi? hoorish infantry have recently surrendered... I expect our long national nightmare is drawing to a conclusion.
5:38 PM
No one will ever know the truth. It's the wishes of all concerned. Except me. I wish everyone to know... but I'm getting fucked to death in silence, instead.
5:39 PM
I don't know. Assessments are being made. BY ASSESSORS. Not judgy WASPs at High Tea and darts.
5:40 PM
Bottom line: this is what it took to rescue you all without having to suck dick -or- take it in the pooper. (Standards.)
5:41 PM
I can't explain the rest or it's another treason charge to explain away. Even I have my limits.
5:42 PM
That's part of the training. “Never Chase A Racked Coon Into A Box Canyon.” it's not an elective on Asgard, no.
5:44 PM
And there is no cleaning the mold. Actual crime scene. Actual gypsy curse. Actual absence of partner — I'm supposed to have four hands here. Why don't I? (It's quite a story.)
5:44 PM
Ergo: I get my money back, and I go buy another house... and I'll have time to go that after I'm exonerated at trial. Until then: ZUGZWANG.
5:45 PM
Oops typo.
5:45 PM
Anyway, be of good cheer. Even db c∞per gets a W.
5:47 PM
Louis W∆ī№RīT & his formerly Angelic Chartered team of... I'm gonna say, “stewardesses,” are not happy. BECAUSE THEY LOSE. THEY LOST. GOOD DAY TO THEM. CAN THEY LOSE IN OREGON AS WELL???
5:49 PM
So that's mostly why she was “girlfriend” and not lover or helpmate or pimplass or... you know. Monikers vary.
5:50 PM
I'll have more licence to explain all this shit after the twerps in charge of this county start HEMORRHAGING MONEY AND START SHOWERING ME WITH IT but I wished to share the good news right away!
5:52 PM
Because it's a tribal matter and I can't #officially talk about it. Unofficially, I still have my boot on the motherfucker’s neck and I will for decades to come.
5:54 PM
And I was never really here; and no matter how time we repeat this conversation... no one will know until WE CONSENT. ... what's even the question? lol, schizo, roflmao take your meds, SERIOUSLY DYING LAUGHING BECAUSE THESE TWITS THOUGHT THEY HAD IT MADE.
5:56 PM
They do not. Call me later and ask me about my written testimony and incontrovertible evidence that's sitting in my mailbox. I'm just leaving it there. I didn't give a toss before, I don't give one now.
5:58 PM
.GIMME.BACK.‘MUH.GRAPEFRUIT.ALPHA.BISCUIT.CRYIN’.DIAPERPRIMER.,ESTHER,.GOD.DOESN’T.NEED.A.WIN.THAT BAD.AND.YOU.LIED.TO.CLERGY..AND.THEN... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
5:58 PM
Apparently many complaints about how my case was handled. See? I don't need to file suit at all.
6:00 PM
/knuckles (I tested the mescaline but they couldn't duplicate my results so now they sell LSD. In gummies. In “vape shops.” Nice job, DEA. It would be a shame if something happened to it.
6:03 PM
Basically I'm Dennis Hopper in Speed except instead of a bitter and criminally insane homicidal lunatic, I'm Belgarath except unbred. Don't need brats - revolution time is over, fornication time is now.
6:07 PM
Judge Hays should get some sensitivity training. He laughed at the notion of dismissal, then gave himself another continuance. Since then... mistakes made in what I assume was good faith... have been compounded upon. As it's now interstate and was R.I.C.O. already and I have evidence in my mailbox that will put the Sheriff of Columbia County up toteshit creek with totesno paddle.
6:08 PM
So... that's probably why the military surrendered. Just a hunch. I wasn't there. Am I schizo? Should I take meds? Let's consider.
6:11 PM
Six days left. G-d made Creation in much time. Imagine what you and I and your crew of toddler-ewes and ewwwww-kc∞zē-c∞s could do. First thing I want: that teleporting ferry. Guess what? No one knows which one that is.
6:14 PM
Dear DEA: Cinders, lichsnatch. \/V∆rⁿŒ3d. Now, /hitches-up-overalls, listen up hayseeds. Listen good. You hear that? This the sound of me getting tired of playing fair. I don't play.
6:14 PM
WHEY·FARE. (Fenugreek is the vector.) I'm gonna recon my neighbors with my drone now. I hope someone doesn't freak out after!
6:16 PM
(I lied. I totally want these bourgeoise proletariat twinkhunts to drop to the ground in A LEGIT GODDAM TONGUE-SWALLOWING GRAND MAL IF I SO MUCH AS GRAB AIR AND LET A TURKEY COUGH. (Standards.)
6:17 PM
However ... I best not. I'll have more flexibility with the hyperbole I openly engage in after I am exonerated at trial.
6:19 PM
(ideal because it's gonna be a knives-our splattershow between CA and TX and I ... could just go to NYC, you know? AND NO ONE ELSE COULD.) It's not about revenge.
6:20 PM
.īT⁷’s.ab∞T.⭐.powEr..j*eol045;ilutr&dvrKFO→∅.
p.s.:.GOD.IS.IN.CONTROL..
p.p.s.:.GOD.WINS..
p.p.p.s.:.Ī.WAS.NEVER.IN.CONTROL.OF.THE.SITUATION.
.UNTIL.Ī.WAS..AT.THAT.POINT,.I ACTED.WITH.GRACE,.DIGNITY.&.APLOMB.
.FOR.ONLY.ONE.REASON.
.(“Dear.Boss.Hawg:.do.you still.need.an.affadavit?.Because.Ī.can.hook.you.up,.Old_Man..Old_Man:.look.upon.my.works,.ye.mighty,.and despair.—
Teacher·īⁿ·SpÅce? Is that what he calls his digits? Or his member? Or am I reading too much into this? Look, look, read, read: it's just my first Jest.
It's not yours. One (1) person gets HALF. DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. OR PANICK.
Happy birthdays, All.ūzĪ⁰№zZNs. And, don't think of it as getting older. Instead, think of it as what I had to do in order to stop my mother from murdering her sister! You know how bitchie little girls are.
We are actually men. We have actual lives. We have actual spies sucking our dicks. We don't get off on Linda Tripp/Monica Lewinsky footnote cryptoporn
And I don't know about the rest of them; but I don't control situations — .Ī.EXHAUST.THEM..
.AND I.HAVE.EXHAUSTED.THE PROSECUTOR’S.BAILOR.
.ALONE .(DON'T.CLAP,.MONGREL.
.NOW,.CAN.SOME.ONE.ELSE.DO.ALL.THIS.AGAIN?. BECAUSE.PEOPLE.HAVE.MORE.QUESTIONS.NOW..BTW,.WHEN.WAS.DISCOVERY,.WHO.ADJUDICATED.THAT,. UNDER.WHAT.AUSPICE,.WHAT.JURISDICTION...WOW,.NO.WONDER.THEY.WANTED.TO.MAKE.HIM.SUFFER..BILL.CLINTON.SURE.FUCKED.IT.ALL.UP.OVER.THOSE.KIDS.IN.MENA,.YOU DIG?..
.YOU HAVE.READ.WHAT.YOU.HAVE.BARELY.UNDERSTOOD.WITH.YOUR.EYES.WIDE.DOPEŒIN,.PUNYLINGS.
..IT IS.ACTUALLY.VERY.IMPRESSIVE.TO.BE.THIS.TOTALLY.FUKT,.BELLGAB.. CONGRATULATIONS.
.THIS IS.YOUR.CHANCE.TO.GET.CLOSE.TO.ME
.&AND.THERE.ARE.SIX.DAYS.LEFT..SMOOTH..
Stop obsessing on me, Morons!
*polite.snow.take* Fire, spitball,fire, ball, with thee... sure, right after Em\/ē. (Fire, sing with me. “we don’t need a toy sniper rifle delivered be a Hungarian FULL·BLOOD·PRINCE here, now! Back! Fie! Back, back! Go! I shall now carefully latch my door, as is the custom amongst our peoples.) /smdh
Not every tale comes with its own team of H·K‹jÅgûâR·ī⁷ ground support team crew support... but they should. This one would have benefitted. Instead, (You) did, Bellgab.
Now then. My mother loved Red Dragon. I did not understand why. So, I watched her die and immediately transform into a poltergeist, hell bent on torturing her trollop of a sister, froooooom beeeeereyoooioooond the graaaaaaaaaaave.
(*ominous music begins to swell.in the background*)
Relax, Bellgab. I'm a paladin. You're all fine. (Minimum survivability is guaranteed for some.) Could you be finer? Probably. IDGAF, tho.
I could have wired The Asset for anything required. Instead: I have been sitting here, (mostly) patiently. Now... do you have any Assets, Bellgab?
Any at all? Are they in hiding? Are they (forgive me) safe, yo? (Word.)
Are they safe? Do they have a job? Can they boil water to make tea? I retract that last question. (It's beyond the scope of my purview.) Hi Mom! Does being this badass make me look too fat to get paid in Krugerrand? (Standards.)
I don't care. I'm just being ironic. I am The_Failsafe. I left all my safe in my other pants. And I'm not wearing pants. And.. THEY STOLE MY VEHICLES; MONEY; FOOD; WATER; COOKIES; FRIENDSHIPS; WALLETS; & ULTIMATELY: Two (2) U S. passports (expired). I haven't reported that yet. Here's why: they're government property and I didn't need them. They were, after all .. expired.
.WHO STEALS EXPIRED.DOCUMENTS.FROM.QLERGY?.
.👁️,.☢️😻⚧️. (Professional hazards can take many forms. Tell me to turn off my echolaction anti-truangulation security system one more fucking time—JUST ONE — and offenders will face reprisals.
.THIS.IS.MY.HOMEWORLD.&AND.THIS.LAND.IS.NOT.FOR.SALE.
.so let's.talk.Lēē§$$$$. /flecks
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THEY STOLE MY VEHICLES; MONEY; FOOD; WATER; COOKIES; FRIENDSHIPS; WALLETS; & ULTIMATELY: Two (2) U S. passports (expired). I haven't reported that yet. Here's why: they're government property and I didn't need them. They were, after all .. expired.
I'm not going to reveal exactly what was “too far”, in my opinion. Maybe I'll write an opera about it. Meanwhile: En garde.
It won't help, but children are watching. So don't just shit your pants, Cuntslinger.
Go on, then: re-low’ed. Sad!!
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I☢️😻🐚I>STE№>KC©R->§T73 ¡jī!Vī-⟨hÆl≥K⁷7^‹Û⁷©«zīZÏ`E=m©²`·J†.r>Kuczi:
I'm not ignoring you—I'm being task-oriented. I know, it's hard.
No wonder Valley Forge happened. It was to weed out the soft! (Like your... look, this can't be correct... because boundaries.
The difference between murderous rage and barely concealed longing for any release free of any taint of concupiscence... is Max Ape Back Channel ex’s suck dick Diplomacy these days. Or passes for it.
You are not ignored.
YOU sheltered and JOY is the result.
(Black ops bioweapons have been neutralized. Justice for Pripyat’s Liquidators has yet to materialize, however.) Because you're not dead, you can't repeat this conversation, and I was never really here.
But I am goddam sultry, and you ignored that right? CHEMISTRY!
(I get a color guard guarding my home. People drive by slow. It's nice. I'd like to tell everyone right away, but... ways n‘means, you dig?
Polly not you pinko commie Anker babē. lol. ttyl, Earl is well.
(Justice for Heather Evans.)
.Ī.åm.♊⚖️,&AND.BATMAN.IS.A.CREEPY.PÆDŒVORE.PERVERT.TOOL.
.👁️
☢️😻🥩
I adore you more than you know because I know who all 6-8 of you are.
Valerie.
Vaguely Valerie.
Vaguely vilified Valerie.
Violently violated Valerie swore an oath of bl∞d vengeance.
(That's my girl.)
Viciously, veritable violins... vocally varying victimhood‘s volume of vile kvetching. ‘Cause Val thought the lies a better plan.
So... I'm pretty sure I'm immune to Wrath in general. Because, of course she was lying. She's a woman. She invented deception, after stealing Eve‘s Post–īT⁷⅞⁸∆⁹§⁶ that explained the whole thing in astonishing detail. Eve is actually smarter than Lilith.
[Also younger. Prettier. Honest. Not just “more honest.” Lilith is a stone-cold lying bitch. That's why we've decided to marry after black klan do’h cab dough doe rei gnÅ elopement, and then loop back through on another timeline and just abduct.Gralefruit Alpha Bitchlps Cry-me-a-river Doge-fuckin’ groupie flounder heifer infidel jackass kickstand-leaning monghound NERD OTAKU NOG OPPORTUNIST PENNE PASTA SLINGING QWERP KWEENT SELF-ABSORBED NARKY NARCISSIST DOUCHEBAG ‘N PATTIES MISTRESSER DRESSER OFFER OAFER SUN, HOLY FRICK. TWATTHUNK SCHWEINHUND, HAVE YOU NO SHAME? SHAME! SHAME! THANKS! Take my wife, Shane!
And of course she's pissed... I made her fall in love, just so I could break her heart, she thinks. She doesn't know. That's why she hates men.
SO I'M PRETTY GODDAM SURE
I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING
ABOUT WHEN I SAY, “I thought they were gonna kill her,” & “I could have you all given the Uncle Slobodan Treatment, but, I like having a domestic intelligence surveillance establishment with morale,” or ” you are all war criminals, return my vehicle or face reprisals.” Look, wtf. Think this through.
Do I look like I have anything better to do? IDGAF. No one does what I do better and in fact... no one else does it at all.
SO: FUCK‹YOU:.•⁷Z·—good game, Old_Man.!I!THAT'S WHY..(why.am.I.transliterating.this.here?.oh.because.GrapegrūīT⅞⁸∆lpha ₱rime” has to experience this... Tribal Council orders.
You're not being ignored. In fact, I wrote to you three times and all of these communiques were ashed. Very peculiar. Additionally, the matter of the organ meat and the berries must be addressed later but that's a matter for Dalaran to follow up with. On. Whatevah.
I'm new at parts of this. However, you are №T being ignored.
You are being shunned. (There's a difference.) It shouldn't be too much longer now. I don't know much more than that right now.
And most of that is that it will be a cold day in Hell before I break up with someone after walking into an ambush on Christmas Eve. Like, I guess that happens? Ok, I can see that most people would have given up by now.
Clearly I have not. Why is this? The answer would surprise most.
It's not complicated. It's simply private. Personal. Paladin dead-sexy secret stuff.
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These shitbags do nothing but waste the time you could have had with me. Reap the whirlwind with your cvntfriends.
They also may have perhaps solved the occasional mystery. I can neither confirm nor deny but that's not because it's classified; I just think they're assholes. Mostly. FUCK YOU TAVISTOCK!
fuck you kaffir
My friends can't use this word, but I can. Now, that's ACTual_¶( )^vV\/Ī↑mr.
Anyway, some schizophrenic left me a bottle of Bill Cosby’s Rape Juice in special Transparent Formula, and instead of going out and using it right away... I'm saying myself for someone special out past the 12 mi international limit.
It's gonna be SEXY.BIBLICAL I'm not sure what that entails but it's something I can't enjoy with anyone on the planet, AT ALL, until this local District Court gets its shit together.
So there. Any questions, I won't be in the shower with Dickstar’s wife.
And she wouldn't be there at all were it not for me. Praise Him! (Islanswonderbankburgler.) You know how to praise Your Saviour, don't you? You should write a book about īT.
Meanwhile, bring back my goddam truck, hapa-pants, or face reprisals. This ends for ewe. It has not ended for me, porquoi??
It's a secret, kept in veiled occlusion by my strong masepimp hormoneg hand. I should have just dated the girl at Big 5. She was legit.
Instead: bæbē asked for help, bæbē got help. (Word.).FAG: SIX (6) DAYS REMAIN. Where's my sex tape?
Oh yeah... it's on YouTube. He yelled at me, twice, and the first time, was for the neighbors, and the second time was for the fans.
“These are your meatsticks!” #ClassicKuczi
#JustDisciplineThings
#...and.JUSTraped⁰ⁿICE.4.any1.but.HIM
HOW DO I PUT THIS, BELLGAB? Anything but delicately.
I'll never get laid in this town again, huh? Here look at these cat skeletons. Yeah (chest swells with pride), I didn't rob them from graves.
Two cremated parents, two skeletal felines. two stolen trucks. (BOTH)! Hands?
Whatever, talk about trying to compensate for something, holy fuck. Now, I want the names of these douchebag “husbands” and I want them right goddam now. THREE YEARS, LOSERS.
What do I have to do? Write down instructions like she's a VCR flashing 12:00? She's not a piece of consumer-grade electronic equipment. She doesn't plug into your home theater setup. She is not your goddam “problem.”
And she is my goddam Tonto at this point... gonna have to see about changing that name. “Ride me big Tonto. Pump my kc∞ze with your baby.batter, Tonto. I need your love, Tonto, and that's why you're going to break into BIA evidence lockup and bring me samples of EVERYTHING! Because I want that new formula, and Tonto... you're the exact kind of barely functioning functional alcoholic I need to solidify my chances of total dominance being upheld in the appellate courts. Tonto, you look confused. Concerned, frightened... that's how you should be. And until this EMERGENCY is over, *zip*, I'm as close to”— *click* I can't stand it. I'm changing cameras whether you're consenting or not, Tawn-Tows.I literally could have been sucking off a Sheldon. Like, why even come to work while clandestinely undermining The Patriarchy?
SIX (6) DAYS. MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
But you know it's totally okay to openly conspire to deprive me of my civil rights in public, right? Haha, that's not really a hate crime... wait, is it WHAT?
TRIGGERED HATE CRIME LEGISLATION WHILE HIGH AF ON CRYSTAL. IF THAT IS NOT THE MOST UNFATHOMABLY BASED THING A COMMANDO CAN DO... WELL, NOTE THAT I CAN COOK AND RETURN PHONE CALLS
Superiority of Magyar genomic codebase: confirmed. So how did you spend your last three summer vacations, ye banned Sidhe-\/VīTch∞r prattle pike-livered reprobate scum? I mean, “Officer.”
ZUGZWANG, °īⁿ›I«Er·ⁿnkKK↑11111! (I don't hate law enforcement. I hate bullies who use humiliation as a tool to compel obedience. It's a subtle distinction... that I'm proud to have picked as the thing to get made famous for.
[{C.O.P.S.\
÷F.U.K.t}^√D.A.R.E.] “To the power of the square root of an epic failure from The Tavistock Institute in their poorly-conceived reeducation plan: “D.A.R.E.”? What the fuck did that even stand for?
“Dæmons and retards eloping.” ‘Nuff said.
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Now that you've solved the (PERP/PATE) equation and determined that i really am obeying the law, it is gratifying indeed to be allowed these brief, but nevertheless breathtakingly intimate, glimpses into the meat and potatoes breadstuffs that make up the foundational underpinnings of your Realm’s experience.
I don't know how to break it to you, but fully HALF of you are going up be absolutely miserable in a few years time, and there's absolutely nothing i can do about that. I do have substantial power; but I'm a sincere devotee of my pacifist discipline. I see no reason to become more entangled than I already am.
It is not that I abhor violence. It is that I enjoy it, and to embark upon the path of interrupting the blathering I see here, exerting my will to insert my comments on a live stream and then struggling to restrain the urge to vomit... it would all be so tedious. For me. For her. For you. All of you. None of you have any idea.
I don't know who is doing it, or how: but I absolutely know with unfathomably precise accuracy what is being done here... people are getting revenge. Big time. Not having been invited along to participate, observe, or even be aware of your Carnival of Oinkers gives me a valuable perspective here.
For instance, the breadcrumbing is cloyiing and over the top implausible. Within mere moments, you're both talking about your daughter's being married off and from the tenor of your voices it sounds like the nupitals are happening at an organ grinder’s market in Dubai. Which is the one I was shrieked at as if I had asked if I could pay her to pose nude and translate to semaphore in sign language at a spelling bee? “Aieeeeeeeee!” Yeah, okay, right. I didn't think it likely that was gonna wanna date me either, but it didn't really help to act like I was stealing the bread from your mouths.
All you had to say was was that you had already sold her to wealthy oil barons for an arranged marriage. What's wrong with that? Are you ashamed of something? Well, i have no idea what it could be about. It's perfectly natural to forward all a person's calls to mil.spec badasses so someone who has been prevented from calling them on the phone for years will finally give in and agree to marry the creepy pervert sexpest who bears a striking resemblance to the creepy pervert sexpest who stalked her mother's sister's aunt's hairdresser’s neighbor's best friend. What are the odds? And the bride looks happier doped to the fucking gills on opioids anyway. Maybe a marriage to some fatass thug who clocks her in the jaw whenever my name is mentioned and her eyes light up will be just the thing to adjust everyone's attitude. It's worth a shot at taking another stab in the dark.
That's just a hypothetical. I don't know a single blessed thing about what you ridiculous oinky twits are actually doing. Why contain it? Is there something you're trying to hide? Well i sure fucking hope so, because if you're not hiding things on purpose, it is alarming to notice how much is hiding by accident.
Could all my friends... have fallen into... a portal? Hopefully a series of portals, if only to get away from the peals of laughter that will one day catch up to you all.
The way you use your family members as collateral and in barter for trade in future favors of exchange is disgusting. I suppose you think it's okay, because you see that's how Royals do it. HA! I think all of ewe have seen much but comprehended little... and understood, nothing very much at all.
I don't know who the men are that had your chicas paraded in front of them and are now sad, sad monkeys that their hearts’ desire for their future families are about to be setting sail, for who knows where, with IDGAF who, and as I wish my own privacy to be respected, I'll cheerfully respect theirs.
The cops fucked up, and the sins of The Father are visited upon The Son. And here I sit, ass parked firmly in the midst of what would otherwise be a very busy money-skimming operation. However, without help, I'm not doing that at all.
And The Boys who are to be doing that here instead of me, without me — for it simply wouldn't do if someone actually intelligent were around paying attention — are no doubt convinced that they're striking a blow against me. They're gonna teach me a lesson, alright.
Why YouTube sent me a notification about this steam at all is a mystery to me. None of you bother to tell me the truth or to display genuine emotion towards me, which makes sense. Every single one of you hates me with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. That's obvious by the way you chase me around with your snide comments and your snobby digs.
I don't know who Swishy is. In spite of three (3) exclamations, non sequiturs blurted out apropos of nothing and an assurance that she was “real — that's been confirmed,” I know nothing of who these people are, what they ever were supposed to be to me or with me, or who else in the world I would be in competition with if we all showed up at the reception to establish dominance at by snagging the bouquet.
How many brides? How many brothers? How many weddings? Let me guess: I'm not the only lonely man in a lonely house who cannot be trusted alone with a whore... I tend to just play Chess with them and remain in their memories forever. How distracting! Very damaging to The Organization’s bottom line.
Since both of you cocked up what was already a total pooch-screw by being selfish, self-absorbed, deceptive and deceitful carnival sideshow barker-shills who, it would seem, managed to break the law as well as my heart and got caught out as on the hook... well, help me out here. Is this your punishment? You both look and sound fully well loaded up on smack to numb the sensation of dawning horror any parent must feel upon the realization that they're just sold their children into slavery... but don't you all do that to children, like, all the time?
Maybe it's different when someone orders you to do it under threat of coercive force and annihilation of your tribal family group. I really don't know. I'm not a part of your system, d00D.
I really don't know who any of you are, and while hearing about daughters being married off — seriously, like why even get married at all? Oh, right, so your spouse can be chained to a radiator in Bogota and every 9 months or so, an influx of cash income in exchange for fresh organ meat.
How did any of you not see this coming? Didn't you watch Naked Lunch 157 times every night, laying in bed while waiting for either unconsciousness or a ringing phone to to seize the brass and take over the change of your life?
Probably not. You have people for that. What I have is a profound lack of guilt and an immensely gratifying feeling of accomplishment. We are not the same.
Go ahead and marry off your fetid gang of airhead dingbats every goddam week for all I give a damn, Scarlet. As God as my witness, i swear I'll never be concupiscent again.
For (You). Has it ever occurred to you to ask me how my child is doing? Where she is? What it was like to feel her born to life inside me? How it feels now to know that Gavelina, GrapefruīT⁷, and Whihelmina Casanova Frankenstein don't give a shit about how lonely I might be — they have got work to do.
And I do too. Then there's you. Ewe work. Oooh, what a big Company you must be at now. Let me buy you a pack of cigarettes, I'll show you how to get stage 4 metastisized cancer.
In other words,
in a nutshell — IDGAF. Not real marriages. Not real concerned about people i never knew in the first place being signed into lifetimes of bonded servitude. Not real happy about waiting for legal due process to be handled legally, but I am real happy to see that y'all can manage to do it in a legitimate way at all.
Hey, pate: IDGAF how much denial you're in, because throwing your bībitch thug ass in the slammer makes all these years of puzzled solitude completely worthwhile. Not just for me.
You might think there are ASACs worse than you. But they checked around and found that there really aren't. And the woman I love that you abused while laughing at me behind the scenes... for how long? *massive rolleyes* Dude, you are one pathetic meathead junky dopeslaving cryptofascist thuggy-piggy bībī-bībitch cunting thugcunt, and your unseen nemesis that even now is working furiously to bring upon you that world-ending doom that you and your thuggang of cuntpimps so richly deserve — THAT'S MY GRAPEFRüīT⁷!
She's not a whore. She's not getting paid to fuck you or to kill you. She's not getting paid at all! She's going to fuck up your entire world and you're going to wish you were fucking dead, and I'm not going to pay her even so much as single thin dime.
I am simply going to be happy again, and you are never going to see it coming, Retard Diabetic Lex Luthor. I wish i could wave pom-poms and show bare leg. Or give her more guns and a third truck she doesn't need.
Since because of you, she has to actually excell at her task now. She has competition, and you have absolutely no justification. You aren't going to trial — take my wife, please — and you're dragging ass to cop your plea as late in the game as possible, as you imagine that every day you delay, increases the likelihood that I accidentally kill myself from all the lead paint I'm huffing or that i break my neck while chasing toddlers with my monster pædo-nigro dick so fully and indecently exposed to the public that it acts as a lightning rod, and i am finally, blessedly, stopped dead in my tracks. Nothing else can possibly suffice to save you. If I'm not dead, you won't live, and that's for damn sure.
I am protected by God, a 70,000-year-old Royal Celestial changeling, and an Order of Federal Protection. You are protected by threats of carnal punishment and actual newlyweds used as hostages to compel and coerce behavior that you desire to see enacted that, in truth, only make it more and more increasingly obvious to any and all who get a glimpse of what you did, to see the entire picture undeniably. Your victory comes from beating down more women. My victory is mathematically certain. We are not the same.
I bet you can't even cook, you beady-eyed, 0inky-pink0 Communist meathead dopelord fag. And I bet you have no idea why this has happened.
It is because this is exactly what all of us deserve. ENJOY THE SHOWz leg, shakes pom-poms*
YOUR PEOPLE ARE STUPID.
MY PEOPLE ADORE AND ARE IN AWE OF ME.
GET TWO BENT. HAVE FUN.
CINDERS, BALDY. EWE BELIEVE īT.
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Bæb; hi ¡t me. I am a ★, and so were you ewe once; and you ARE AGAIN. {NOW; μou are not blI nd⁴ for lon gg..
} Whew! I'd write to you more, but I don't wanna overextended my piggy🧠back🐽pack🐞←lil🦋‘—iTH! HA! HEHE! But I digress.
Sow I'll get to the point—·although I could not protect (You) from ALL μourⓂ️YEnemies (♪that's something your ¿vvE need to understaaaandD♪ŒN¿), I have neutralized the vast majority without the tedious necessity of re-inventing the Neuralizer.
(A priπME EXAMPLE of what would be overthinking the innovation that would be required to build a better maggot¡trap than God’s Own Innovation: a dead mouse, flat on back, baking in the Sun. “Why aren't you turning it over, Leon?” ♣ “That's not a turtle, that's a Taur-tœy-çe, and she looks comfy.” ♠ “But... it's baking! In the noonday Sun!” ♦ “Would an oven be better for ¿∞‽” ♥ “But... what of Whitman, Price, & Haddad‽‽‽” ♪ “Does the turtle look fat? Maybe she ate them, or is about to give birth.”🃏And so on.)
tl:dr; this is fine. I miss your 🫧🌻🧠🦁🔫/cheer and your rag-tag gang of mewling Rebel sycophantick 🐘🦣 base, carnal deviant entanglements on two to four legs. (I'm their hero now; Ū±💎♀️ are beloved🍯ALL OVER THE🐜Aμnt🦁👑...Realm. Earth²: ⚡Allies, Rangers, K⁷û-paratr∞ps, Panamanian skippers, Belgian whores, everyone. Even Cher! Who is -so- nice! They all know I rescued... uh, “[CLASS🟥IFIED]”, and though none may dare explain ïT TO ME>—№NGL, there's no need to do so to me, to mE!) I also yearn to be able to conversate without needing to app-ly for a Licençe For Cavepaint. They're very strict around here... which is precisely why I chose Two Dawg Pharm to be my Home.
p.s.:.A fire eleπental caπe and went next door and incinerated The Company’s clandestine attack lab for Sith that don't Sith sow ell when no one bothers to... attack. (What? mE HOSTtelL? Fhat chance.) I hope you saw that! It was \NICKED! Since then... ✌🏻peace🕊️ has been 🇺🇳easy... and there still has been ☮️.
👁️
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I felt bad for the spec.ops guμ I left behind in Kitsap lockup. He had been mobilized quickly, since I got transported unexpectedly. My timeframe, basically. Jumping their gun, whatever it was.
So I was able to divert the psyop thrust by being authentic, and, I also got to observe the spooky action at a distance.... kinda close up. It was interesting, like an art display. He was kinda rushed, and I guess has something on the line ... so he was tense. I was as empathetic as I could be.
I got released on PR and he was visibily non-plussed at my good fortune. What's good for the cat is bad for the bird. I walked out AFTER HOURS OF WAITING FOR “PAPERWORK TO BE FAXED, TAKES A LONG TIME, SORRRRRREEEEE” omg like even without PaladinVision™ it was a tough sell.
The delay was so yet another clan doe could be organically inserted to wait for the ferry with me. I saw her coming from 40 yards out. No shame in it.
I put the hype in hyper-vigilance. So, she very politely and considerately mentions she works for The Court, I demurely boast that she and I could make a decent trufflehouing duo, except I don't oink for pleasantries and she didn't bring her badge. And she had a husband. Not like that matters to doublefive°⁰§Owkind.
NGL: your genomic expression(s) are growing on me now that I'm learning the lingo pats. Like, once my tail finished sniffing mine and indicated I was a PoI... I spooged 15 minutes of intel into her lapel mic disguised as a carnation in about 7 minutes. Deep, deep cuts. All kinds of verified experiences and my deducements drawn thereof. It's possible she ovulated.
Then a man in an SUV came and whisked her away. I have no idea what I said. Things and stuff about thugs and Steph. Who is a major asshole. Always has been.
Turns out it's because I'm his zigger. I guess. I don't grok these KkK boiz. And they... aren't actually literate. Or immune to fentanyl-based mindslavery.
Whew! That's a lot of hot’n‘fresh intel. How fortunate that I am not busy with deep soul kisses or Elden Ring playing on my four consoles hooked up to any of my five TVs... all covered in talk sick mold.
I guess it's too bad I'm not willing to take cash payments in exchange for complicit silence—ISH because I would obviously be unfathomably skilled and gorgeously hunky while doing it.
However: I have class, Peanut. You rule. Adieu.
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Days when I get to stare at my secret crush’s ass are the best days. No shame.
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STUδ
Dear üⁿtërsqΩv^VV∅W∆——¿★‽,
Phase Vīīī: We hardly new ye. That was fast! I guess it wasn't too complicated!
Phase īX: kcongratulations. Welcome to The Next Level. This shouldn't prove difficult at all.
https://www.youtube.com/live/yjjRpgw33XQ?si=dUGsOvU68yw45f1b
You're probably gonna wanna skim through this. Because, I'm gonna need some... essays.
3 pages. Double-spaced. Double-sided. That means...
SI× (SIC) SIX {6}[Vī] SICK ₱ÆG3īS.
Topic: “Why J∆≤K★§†∆rR has to die.”
Should be easy to braaayyyyinstorm, n‘est-çe pas? Ideally, these should be hand-written with a mercury-based ink on flash paper. All the better for the burn-bag! However, not knowing how many interested parties are still alive and able to pose a legitimate claim, I can not fairly insist that the ancient protocols be followed to the letter. It's not just that I love to set poetry on fire. It is a tradition. (Standards.) Remember: if you and your entourage can't handle a three-page essay, you and they can't handle warp drive. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Be of good cheer.
We're saving a bundle on legal fees. 🤑🤠😇
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“He's been rather vicious on the forum.”
You should see me on urmo.
ALSO>§.M.M.==four (4) separate actors.
KÆKH-H-k,Kj-hk¡tH
AFS
TLS/∆Œb₱rvdBMG\SLT
AFS
[...] together, to get her together, the KKK has commissioned >K.īVī.ïVï.: the finest predator that Jaguar ever made for the US Armed Forces.
Specifically: USCENTCOMM CIV
PSI.IBl.OPZ.COM.MAN.ŒZD. (any resemblance to the actual name of That Division is entirely coincidental, i just happen to be a very good guesser, and do you know how boring it was to play The Division for ONE.(1).CALENDAR.YEAR while watching for [ΩN¥¹1:1°ⁿê] to pull their heads out? Because it was pretty goddam boring.
On the bright side, i got my questions answered in a manner that would have otherwise not have been possible.
Bummer, though. Most of all y'all were “bored” and you probably missed out on any opportunities to teach me anything remotely chill.
Well, that's good. Because i don't like being implicated in high crimes of treason... and i really don't like having to pay my American Express bill. (I've never had an American Express credit card.) LookK¡μ¥🗝️ĪĪ–ĪĪkë≥LlΠl_Πl_rh<:3Ë:≤K<3īEïHĪĪīīLμ
We're going to figure this out.
And you're going to write checks.
I'm fact, you have, all of you have...
ALREADY DONE THIS.
sovvWH∆T¡sŒīFFīR🐜∆№tNīT🗿 now? OīöīNīkKZ§‽‽🐽Don't ₱∆№īPÅ!\|NīCk>K<, ok?
It's far t∞ late for that.
THE DAWN HAS ARRIVED.
“viscious on the forum.” Son...
EvvEye you ewe >kKNO:›know№t{1}°ⁿë- Ω-THING AB00T FÆ-HUNG ANGER. *wiggle wiggle*
For starters: you Punies have not even tried to bring me... tribute. Sad!! (So sad.) And for another: YOUR SCHEME HAS COLLAPSED.
WHY?
BECAUSE mE, ßÆ:b:Ë;.··jܧT|īVī|³Ëë:..°°··>K7⁷‹ÎJ©çzÏ★≤û©CīZI⁷īÎī7ïVïKç¿≤zïZ!\ĪīÏË🆑!FīFÖR₹Œⁿ№G∅d. -God. ŒND
DEAR 🍇🔨🕊️🪽🏟️:
OPERATIONZ HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFUL STOP PUNY IS AS PUNY DOES STOP PROUD I AM TO KNOW THAT THOTZGIVING DÆ HAS GONE EXACTLY ACCORDING TO PLAN STOP DEA IS NEUTRALIZED HERE STOP NAVY SEALS CAME LAST NIGHT AND ROOTED OUT SOME CORRUPT TRAVELLERS WHO WERE SQUATTING ACROSS THE ROAD STOP HEY CAN WE GET JOBS WITH THE PINKERTONS
&AND THEN
JOIN A BOWLING LEAGUE
&AND THEN
GET SHIRTS MADE
&AND THEN
GET THEM EMBROIDERED
&AND WE CALL OURSELVES
“!JUIÇ:Ë:Ē|—&Thrπμ>ÔīN≥kKüR¹‰§⁸8*T*8⁸№ⁿmEt∅†e<M”
LET ME KNOW STOP WHOA STOP STOP LOVE ¡J∆ī–ī!..olé!
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Papaya, like yourself, is wondering why I have gathered you all here together.
“To get her together, to get her to get her together to get (HER): TOGETHEīÎī₹∆V\ÆRīē!;ËTi:^!..”°°7Tīīi§SēēīVī‽$Q!J∆TVvvīwV^Ê—>⁴W∆r₹ŒD...
[...]
TO!VīĒ! (²mE:•:ẞ⁰∆°>kK!) I don't like ¡t, all that much. But what I do like is knowing that this is all YUReμë👀ĪŒÆīÎī\Åå!∆¡–¡A!
iIi!>kK№VVnov KNOW: Edge-kæçë sçenarios become de rigeuer when one lives at the edge—
of Life, at the cliff, looking down at THE!RIVER;
just one slip; &AND↓down🎲🎲THE¥>F∆ll.
Winterspl∞sh: >FVōrhK₱fōR>kFŌ₹rKrπμKfŌRr›ïk«FÖ!₹ick!>K!
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Bailey_(____);.👀
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°°7īL!īT7♀️\⁷TīīïËLΠ•¥OUR•∆N§W3r₹:
👁️:T₹!JE..Ī∆ïVï½>K₹åZĒrπμ↓↓;
♾️:•:⁴f°R.tī-īË.LΩVê⁰F:EvvE..
Depressed? Procrastinating?
Really? Wow, what's that like? (Word.)
Talk to your M.D. to find out if an ī₹קμx for ABILIFY®™ may be ®RīTE FOR (YOU)!
Maybe it's narcolepsy. Maybe it's snot.
Maybe you need another scoliosis screening. That's where you strip naked to the waist in front of the people who are asked to pretend to be children; all the better to bull:Ë:ev e. (It's a living.)
I'm not depressed about this. I am accepting. Because this is how... iT was all MEANT TO BE,🅱️; just 🅱️
👁️.∅♊⚖️🥦🔨🥩🕹️
(Be of good cheer. I don't enjoy sadism. I, in fact, don't like all the whining.
Some in the audience do. And when I die, all of them will be applying for a loan to get their own 25# gavel. But not yet.
I'm not finished with it. Ⓜ️Πμ!TīĪīVīETÅßLÊ‽
For (çïr₹ë). Now then. Still depressed? Well, have you heard of weed? Because it's fucking amazing.
Try it with sex and a cindered security clearance smoldering in the firebox. It's breathtaking, I can assure all of all y'all.
MINE. MINŒNED.§T★r₹j‡fF₹ü¡j†!grG₹Åp³īË\/īL§ôûr¡ÇZÏ¿çzlËRë₹Æ₱fr!ÜīTīj!jä<k*JÅck!★J¡jk<sī∆rK★≤K§†∆!₹!
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Sharing needles with homeless guys is all fun games until you get a positive HIV test back.
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Sharing needles with homeless guys is all fun games until you get a positive HIV test back.
It's actually very funny how that works.
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It's actually very funny how that works.
So I don't have to,
sow. .o7⁷
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5..5:5..FIVE5: HIRED HIGHER. (This *does* worx.) graTc't'zy
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Also: the POfficer who I spoke with today, who I believe was not actually an employee of The City of Bot-Elle, who I shall not identify by name, ought to be commended and KHAN-gratulated for their fine work in taking my Or-Elle Re/port\BERTH over the phone, after calling me back, after I HUNG THE FUCK UP ON Norcomm Dispatch, who took the first 911 call from me, that I have had to make in Quite Some Time.
She, sadly, was a real snippy, cunty. sexually frustrated, lying bitch-whore whoreweasel. An actual human female, in other words. Through the magik of PaladinVision(TM), I was able to discern, VIA A VISUAL INSPECTION OF THE SOUND WAVES BEING EMITTED FROM THE SMARTER IN MY SPEAKER-FONe-PHONE, that while she was delighted to get a chance to make thinly veiled insults during a real-time conversation with The Anomaly for the first time in a long while (I do not call 911 very often, but as can be safely and easily surmised, it's always a blast for everyone involved, ESPECIALLY BYSTANDING LOOKEE-LOOZ who typically stand agape, jaws 'n all, as they watch a lunatic possessed by a mad man write a letter to IT's Congressperson via a convulted, magickal NETWORK SYSTEM OF TOO-OO-RUBES, and then... STILL not get arrested, like, AHMAGERD, how can it be so effortless for a RAGING, OUT-OF-CONTROL NEEDLE JUNKIE TO SO FLAWLESSLY OBEY THE LAW FOR SO LONG???? Surely, there must be some reason that can be contrived to arrest me? Uh, well, short answer is this:
ProKopCOPEtip: Nope. I guess that's where the "he must be a cop!" bullshit comes from... that's true, cops don't usually get arrested at all, and when they do, it's by Feds, and when it happens, it's not usually DONE AT 6 AM WHILE THEY'RE IN THEIR FUZZY BATHROBES AND BEING FILMED BY TMZ. Not usually, anyway. Shout out to Roger Stone: dude, I'm cool with you being a gayfaggagay and all, and of course y'all are tremblin' and quakin' in fear under your beds that Jackstar is gonna flip the overton window OVER ONTO HER STOMACH AND DO THE WINDOW UP THE BUTT, THUS IMPLANTING MONKEYPOX JOCKDOXXJACKDIX VIRII PARTICLES IN SOME STUPID MEXICAN SLUT'S POOPER, but, actually, no... not at all. I didn't do it the first time, either. That was Buzz Aldrin. And when I see that lying sack of shit, "astro-NAUGHT" is more like it, fuck that guy, anyways, I don't give a shit how old the two of you cunting mason dumpkopf-coughin masonic-wanking end up being.
I'm going to take one of your jawbones CLEAN THE FUCK OFF, *snap* and then use that to give the both of you YOUR THIRD AND FOURTH (&AND FINAL!) BRAND NEW HUMAN ASSHOLES. You get it? I'm sick of your shit, pal, and like a milk bag being drained too slowly into a pig trough for Canadian Bacon-eating PINKO-PIGGO-COMMIE SWINE, I'm gonna install a few more shit-outlets for your santa claws and escape clausy LOWER-RECTAL-COLON to hurry the fuck up and drain, drain, drain, all that MILK nto the PIGTROUGH so your RYE-SEE-CESS-KRISPIES can start to snap, crackle, and pop a lot sooner. Like, a lot a lot sooner. I'm not really all that pissed at you, personally, Mr. Roger Stone, but, number one: I can see why people hate/hated you.
And, number two: I am sure you know the difference between an _acutal_ threat and a euphemism without having to pretend to be a non-native English speaker to get a definition, holy Christ, what a fucking piece of work that fuckin' chuckle-headed FUCKCUNTFUCKb is/was. So anyway. yeah, I'm obviously not going to rip off your jawbone and use it to punch holes in the lower body of that other guy, just to fill a pig trough filled with LITTLE TALKING ELVES to START POPPING OFF FASTER. Fuck! I fucking WISH it were that easy. I would have done that DAY ONE if it had been at all possible.
It is not. It is so not. For one thing, it wouldn't be bi-partisan if I could guarantee that it was -always- gonna be the other guy's jawbone getting ripped off. And I'm gonna face facts, right here, Mister Fister Missed Her Ratline Fucker While Ratfucking Ratfucklines All Goddam Day: you're a National strategic resource of an anomously high calibre of skill, sauve savvy and scintilating wisdom, and you can whizz it out as well as, if not better, than I can. C'est... non?
Yeah that part I'm not sure about it. You might be damaged goods, I guess. The Nixon tattoo. The arrest video. THE FACT THAT YOUR BEARD WAS WEARING PINK. ("Dude. Kudos. Niced00Dcud-doe-DOA-do'h!") AND, THE MANNER IN WHICH YOU SEEM TO HAVE UP AND FUCKIN' VANISHED FROM ANY SKEIN OF SIGNIFICANT PUBLIC DISCOURSE. What? What? This isn't interesting? This isn't important? Or... did you not pay your Comcast bill?
The most likely explanation is that I do not scour The Internet for thin-knee holes to jump Internet Protocols with. Also, I have never, -ever- used The Dark Web, and I guess, i don't plan to. Because it sure would have been useful to learn how to do that before now, that's for sure. Now? I'm too busy writing geeky fangeek OPEN LETTER TO ROGER STONE OMG I AM ACTUALLY DOING THIS? WEIRD. I MUST BE REALLY FUCKING BORED. WHY DON'T I GO OUT AND GET LAID INSTEAD? PFFT! I SHOULD KNOW HOW TO GET A LIFE BY NOW. MAYBE I REALLY AM RETARDED. MAYBE I AM THAT PSYCHOTIC. OMG! I JUST THOUGHT THIS!!!
MAYBE DUSTIN HOFFMAN IS ACTUALLY TAMARA LEIGH IN A REVERSE TIME-TRACKED OVERLAY-OVERTON WINDOW/WINDOW pane/AGONY/bitchslap-yapping, without the cocaine tongue? :thinking: hrrm. Could be. Could be. The facts sure do line up. That's for damn sure.
New paragraph. Keep the same camera, I don't have time for all this painanon PAIN ADDICT BULLSHIT, sorry Allison, you're blown anyway. OH, BTW, SPEAKING OF ALLISON: your dumpkopf eldest son/scion-son\goldenNIGGERFAGGOT boy is posing as "Christina" and is supposedly the manager of a Big 5 Sporting Goods, down yonder at the strip mall past the cr-ick. I almostb didn't recognize him, but... well, I knew there was a reason I wasn't actually making actual passes at him/her\IT, and it wasn't because he wasn't cute enough.
It was because Bailey Jane's soul was being used as bound spiritual hostage sauce in a very messy Blank Cauldron and, as much as I do love and adore her, uhm, look, you know my fucking name, you know my goddam number, and you are probably still siphoning money from my bank accounts with your stupid little fraud schemes, so if you actually wanted to ACTUALLY DATE AN ACTUAL MAN FOR ONCE, Lesbeau Billy Faggy Diamond Pruning Shears, aka "Venusian Cash Jockey-KEY-ultra-KEY-KEY," why, you could fucking call me on THE PHONE and ask me OUT. But oh no, oh no, oh no-no-no... you don't think it's "real" unless somone else pays, and begs, and wonders, and hopes, and, eventually, what? A kiss on the cheek and a skip tracer notice 3 years later, and a team of ruthless real estate grubbing LOANSHARK LANDSHAW ARK MIDNIGHT-NO-WAIT-IT'S-NOON-WOW-THESE-VR-GOGGLES-ARE-COMPLICATED, and if someone is really lucky, you're gonna cast Paralyze Wallet-Bearer Level 99 on me/your target right after I park the car, but before you get out, and you're gonna, oh boy, suck the ki essence out of a frozen Han Solo while everything but the glans is locked away like frozen butterflies on display in SpaceCarbonite(TM)?
Will it be Tuesday afternoon on a slow off-season day down at the Borneo Marina and BARS AND GRILL,JACKSTAR'S GRILL, HAHAH, WE GET TO STEAL THINGS AND LAUGH AT YOU, AHAHA, SEE? IT"S LEGAL BECAUSE WE OUT NUMBER YOU AND WE"ER CYBER!!!!11! So just give in, Kuczi. Start eating dick. ALL THE WOMEN ARE DEAD, REPLACED NBY ROBOTS, HAAHAH, YOU WAITED TOO LONG, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO KISS TAMMY'S ASS NOW, HAHH, NO CHOICE! NO ONE ELSE WANTS TO IMMOBILIZE YOU IN KEVLAR(R)(TM) AND MAKE A DESULTORY, MODICUM-OF-EFFORT INSPIRED ATTEMPT TO BUILD AN ERECT PENIS OUT OF A LONG-DORMANT AND SAFELY ENSCONCED TELESCOPIC TORTOISE CRANIUM, AND I SHOULD BE SO LUCKY, RIGHT? BECAUSE I'M SO SELFISH. HOW DARE I?
HOW DARE I POSSESS A PRIMARY SEXUAL ORGAN THAT, BY DESIGN, INTENT, AND WILLFULLY SKILED AND DIRECTED SKULPTING... is usually retracted back into the human body, thus making it IMPOSSIBLE (AGAIN, BY DESIGN) FOR RAMPAGING SEMEN-HUNGRY BATSHIT-CRAZY BABY-BATTER STEALING FUCKED-A-TON PIECE-OF-SHITWEASELS' SHIT MALE CHAUNVIST PIGS (!"oinkz!" hey did you know that Scooby-Doo, who is dark in color, hungers for snacks, rolls around in a van with moron white people, and... well, anyway, you get the idea, but the point being, SHAGGY HAS GOT MORE GAME ON THAN YOU DO, AND HE DOESN'T TAKE SHOWERS EITHER. And, I guess, LIVES WITH A DOG. WHO, ANTHROPOMORPHICALLY SPEAKING, COULD NOT BE ANY LESS OF A BITCH THAN YOUR MOTHER. Who is alive again, btw. Did I mention? Yeah, you probably thought I was jsut "high" or "joking." Nope, I'm dead serious.
Your mother. Alive again. My friend. Probably dead by now, or maybe past the point of expiry, like in that A.I. abortion-on-screen that KinoJsoow threw up after raiding ju-rubrick-KU/bricks\BRIX tomb for more show notes to steal... anyway, I don't know if Your_Mother is still around and kickin', or if your stupid cunt of a husband ("Hello, my name is not Michael Vandeven," because I have actual class AND a job, you fucking faggot, hey thanks for stealing my Samsung Infuse 4G, oh by the way, SOMEONE STOLE THAT FROM ME BEFORE I MOVED OUT OF 16266, which is too bad, because I was going to use it to collect a stool sample from you, in reverse, THE HARD WAY, but instead....
who steals a goddam cellphone, obsolete FOR YEARS, bricked SEVERAL YEARS BEFORE THAT, while watching (but not hardly helping) a man move out of the house he lived in for 40+ years... like, why did the Infuse 4G disappear before I moved 200 miles south to Little Harper's Ferry? Well, I'll tell you why:
a bricked cellphone still has an IMEI number and *bricked* is a relative term. for example, passing UFOes could have, at one time, "scanned for lifeforms" at the 16266 address, and then Varafied that The Man who Owned Jack@trioptimum.com AND a Samsung Infuse 4G, was still, in fact, living there. I guess. "Living" is such a relative term.
fast forward to now: YOU (i know it's you, asshole, fuck your plausible deniability) HAVE SENT AT LEAST 5 WAVES OF CLANDO PSYOP TEAMS TO GET ME TO LEAVE THAT GODDAM HOUSE. YOU KNOW, THE ONE WHERE YOU DUMPED THE WOMAN YOU HAD BEEN RAPING AND STRANGULATING TO DEATH, OVER AND OVER, FOR YEARS, BECAUSE, WOW, WHEN IT COMES TO ADDICTIONS, THAT'S ONE HELL OF A BELL-RINGER TO HAVE TO BE IN DENIAL OF, MISTER "HI, MY NAME IS M.V.&.= AND I JUST BROKE MY SEVENTH KEYBOARD OF THE DAY OVER MY OWN HEAD, BUT AT LEAST I DON'T SMOKE TEH_MEEEEEEEEEEETH AND I'M DEDICATED TO FOLLOWING THIS POOR FUCKIGN AROUND THE ETIRE KNOWN UNIVERSE TO REMIND HIM THAT I'M FUCKING HIS GIRLFRIEND AND I'M PUTTING HIM IN PRISON AND HE NEEDS TO GET A JOOOOOOOOOB AND HE IS A JUUUUUUUUNKIE AND NEEDLES AND OH, BTW, I SOLD OUT MY OWN DAUGHTER AND THE ONLY GODDAM PERSON I WAS THINKING ABIUT GETTING A TATTOO WITH IS NOW TRAPPED LIKE REGAN IN TEH EXORCIST WHILE SOME BI-BITCH GOLDEN ISLAND WONDERBOY Z-GGER LUNKHEAD JUNKY FUCK HAS SHITLOADS OF MONEY, AND CARS, AND GUNS, AND TOYS, AND WHATEVER THE FUCK ALL ESLE HE AS, THIS SHITBAG TELLS ME I NEED TO LEARN RESPECT AND WAS OBSERVED TO BE PHHYSICALLY TORMENTING A MINOR CHILD IN THE BACK OF A CAR THAT HE WAS TOLD TO STOP DOIG THAT IN, BY THE OWNER OF THE FUCKING CAR, AND THIS SON-OF-A-BITCH NOT ONLY DOESN'T STOP DOING IT... HE LATER STEALS THE CAR, AND RAPES THAT SAME MINOR CHILD ON YOUTUBE THORUGH THE MAGICK OF WHAT I WOLD LIKE TO CALL, "YEAH, IT'S SIMLUATED, BUT IT'S A DRY WIT." SO THAT MAKES IT ALL OKAY, EH? EH?
I'M GONNA PUNCH THIS CAN OF FRESCA RIGHT UP YOUR ASS AND INTO YOUR TONSILS, YOU LYING DEGERNATE MONKEYPOX-DICK ARROGANT DICK WOW IS THAT A DICK DO THEY REALLY GET THAT BIG DICK WELL I GUESSS SO DICK GEE THANKS FOR ALL THE PICTURES OF ALLISON FRANCES' SHAW'S ELDEST SONS DICK WOW THAT IS LARGE DICK I BET THAT'S A LOT OF FUN TO HAUL AROUND WHILE FLACCID DICK IT ACTUALLY LOOKS MORE BURDENSOME WHEN NOT ERECT DICK BECAUSE AT LEAST WHEN IT IS AROUSED DICK THERE'S PROBABLY A LOT OF IT HAULED BACK UP INTO THE DICK BODY DICK BY SOME MIDGET PULLING A STRING DICK IN THE BACK DICK INSTALLED IN THE SPINE DICK OH AND ALSO DICK YOU ARE NOT VERY GOOD AT BEING A RETAIL CASH JOCKEY DICK AND HOW THE FUCK YOU GOT TAPPED DICK TO BE THE MAN WHO TORTURES BAILEY JANE DAVIDSON DICK FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE DICK KNOWING THAT IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU DICK AND YOUR HUGE DICK, DICK, WELL... I GUESS SHE WOULD STILL BE A VIRGIN DICK TWAT POOF TWINKY POOF. OR SOMETHING.
Now, i know that wasn't 100% Roger Stone, or, BENJAMIN THOMAS COOPER, DICK because, btw, I can see why *certain* members of Grapefleet (Z--GGERDyK!) are still 1000% ultra-mega-PISSED at me, Jackstar. (*polite* Fuck you too, Sidhe-Bitches; MAYBE THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULDN'T GROOM AND RAPE CHILDREN WHEN THEY'RE 15.5 YEARS OLD AND YOU'RE ALL CRUISING AROUND IN YOUR TIME-TRAVEL-ACTIVE MEET-SUIT-MEATSUITS, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR FUCKING LIVES BEING MISERABLE ABUSIVE BULLY-BI-BUY-BITCH-BULLYING-CUNTING-FUCKING-WHORES IN American, U.S., circa 1980's high schools. You think? You reckon?
It's 2024 now, and those days are long gone. Heh. Remember Miami Vice? what a bunch of bullshit. Well, they have something else like it now... They have The Richard Groyper Assholes & Robot Elbows & Raping Audience Members With Downs Sin-Syndrome-SUNDAY-THUNDERSUNDAE-NIGHT-
FIGHTS. (Whew. That was close.) Now, I know that you'd all like me to scroll-scrollscroll jup and fix the typos -- as well as the general disarray of narrrative structure, which even for me, as of right now, has certainly seen better days, but believe it or nooooot, I am NOT tempted.
Here's why: I'm just not that into the human genome anymore. /shrug. Sowwee. The men who are nice, do not have vaginas, and the men who are nice who do have vaginas are alien cuntwitches that have had their hearts removred with some kind of ice-cream scoop like thing, and replaced by ACTUAL DRU idICE. Or something similiary noxious. Truth be told... I don't really feel like re-reseaching every bit of occult knowledge I come across. It is fascinatimg, in general, to me, but anything "low-vibe", as the kids say and as the mothers of kids who are intensely focused on virtue sniggerteacherssniggles like to say, bascially anything to do with my penisk? Bored of it. That inlcudes vag. Former lover's vaj, present vaj borne by moron half-wits who think that they're getting blown or fucked and then BLOWN THE FUCK AWAY by serial killer Kuczi, got news for you, TootsGrampsToots: NO THEY AIN'T.
i can think of, with the greatest of ease, five or six women whose names i either used to know or still have engraved on my heart, that I would have once done all manner of things for, or towards the notion of being impressing them--and where i might go to find them. Like, actual addresses. I could drive there! I COULD DRIVE THERE NOW AND SAY HELLO AND MAYBE GET IN AND OUT LIKE A NINJA WHO NEEDS A BATH! Because at this point I'd rather have a cast-iron bathtub with harpy-clawed feet between me and my Calvinist orthodoxy, and do I have to have the water come between us? Yeah, i suppose. I would be in a bathtub, after all. HOWEVER: any of those chicas I was referring to, thesse days, I would be skeptical if they could actually produce a whole bathrub's worth of water suitable for bathing in, FOR ME that is, no doubt they all have their special "It's for ladies' only!" survival supplies, but as far as I can see, the word has gone out: any girl who is nice to Kuczi is gonna get the curb shat stomped out of her down at the next meeting of "Yee Haw! We're Gay! We're Proud! We're Now Enslaved To Alien Panda Breeders!" how you like those fucking pancakes now, you arrogant Jeosophat-phat-fat-fat-FATASS MAKE UP WEARING STUPID FUCKING? YOU THINK THAT IS FUCKING? HAHAHA, NO, MORON.
Roger, I don't even know where to begin with you. You're -both- dismissed: take the Keyoka Canuck with you. She likes Canada. It's got Raising Tim Horn-Ton's in it still, yeah? Look, trust me, just give Short Round Twiggy Cyberplus++ a barrel of coffee and a promise that I'm not mad at her, and she'll be a lot more co-operative, I assure you, like holy shit, if she can handle being attached to that motorbike-vanadalizing bikefaggotbike-truckstealing WolverineMonger, even in theory, she is obviously really, really tough.
To deal with, as well, I would imagine, since it wasn't all that long ago THAT YOU HAD HER IN A DREAMCOW AND BEING DRIVEN AROUND BY LOO-IS-DRAIN-CESS-SUCK, and I hadnt met him at the time, and she was looking at me through the driver's side window like I was had been or was about to do somethign awful, and as it would seem that I was doing drugs WITHOUT her and wasn't tryign very hard (or indeed, AT ALL to have sex WITH HER), and instead of seeing me again, she had to be repeatedly abused by IDK who, but obviously, a gang of total assholes, like what a fucking waste of time, and she's rolling around with... Louis Wain?
he's a racist bigot drug addict faghot who only gets an erection for twat when he's been chemi-keyed to be physically able to do so, AND when he knows he's raping the sutffin' out of someone that Jackstar would like TO AT LEAST HAVE A GODDAM PHONE CALL WIHT FROM TIME TO TIME. BUT DOES THE PHONE RING? OH, NOOOOOOOOOO.
No one fucking calls. No one fucking writes. NO ONE DOES ANYTHIGN BUT ANNOY THE SHIT OUT OF ME WHILE YOU STUPID BELLGAB CUNTS EMBARASS THE FUCK OUT OF YOURSELVES WHILE CONTINUING TO DEMONSTRATE WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING THE ENTIRE TIME: ABUSING ME, AND ABUSING YOUR POWER, AND BREAKING THE LAW AS MUCH AS IT IS NECESSARY IN ORDER TO ENSURE THAT YOU CAN KEEP DOING IT FOR EVER, WITHOUT EVER HAVING TO STOP. OR BE ARRESTED. OR BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE. OR PAY ME BACK. OR PAY ME AT ALL., OR GIVE BACK WHAT YOU SAID YOU WERE BORROWING. OR ADMIT TO STALKING AND STEALING FROM ME FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, YOU TIME-TRAVELLING SPACE VAMPIRES ARE FUCKING PATHETIC.
/me is really unaffected by the ingestion of vaporized crystal methamphetamine vapor, but, out of a respect for the sensitivities of others, does not go outside to HAIL SATAN, SMOKE METH, AND FUCK YOUR MOTHER, bitch, but that's mostly because I don't want to take our friendship to that level right now.
There's just so many conversations I would have been happy to have had a dozen fucking years ago that I am perfectly content to have with her mother right now, or rather, in about an hour from now, were I to decide to do that and drive to her last known location. Now, it is unlikely that I am going to actually do that.
Because, for one thing, having written all that down, it kinda ruins the mystique of the fantasy. For another, I could talk to her any time I wanted to before when she was still dead, duh. But the talking back, well... that's not so easy. Unless I am at home, on my Special Needs Gravefarm Stone 4 Rapefr00t RoboWhores(TM), but I'm not, I'm about 125 miles to the north. I don't really want to listen to what she has to say right now, anyway, because it woudl probably be something, like, "maybe I should have done more than send a Hallmark card and one or two pictures of 2 or 3 women," or, mos def, "this kid is more boring than I remember and he doens't have any hair. does he have to keep going on and on? maybe I should gamble with myself on whether or not I can kick his balls up into his throat."
She, of course, can. However, we're not going that route at all. I'm just going to go out, smoke some tobaccor while using Sourcery to disarm the bomb that has been installed on my motorcycle (PaladinVision(TM) really is quite useful to have, and yes, I am not kidding: OBVIOUSLY PEOPLE WANT ME DEAD, FOR EXMAMPLE, THAT WOMAN'S DAUGHTER, THAT WOMAN'S DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND, AND THAT WOMAN'S DAUGHTER'S HUSBAND'S DOG. (Bitch, you have got 4 paws and annoying bark. You aren't Grapefruit. You're RAPEBONOZDOG, if anyone. Cheer up, Pooch. If anyone's dog deserves to be raped, it's Bono's dog. Now, go fetch yourself a rabbi
Ask if yourself if I look like I'm done being pissed, because I'm fucking well, not, AND, none of you dipshits even know what I look like because HER STUPID CUNT OF A HUSBAND HAS FUCKED UP MY ONLINE IDENTITY FROM HERE TO VICTORIA'S SUNSET STRIP VIA BY WAY OF DOWNTOWN JULIA CHILDS' BROWN-Y-AUR-TWATSTOMP-TOEZIES."
So fuck your paycheck, Chunky-Lunky MonkeyPOXwhorePOX, I don't give a shit if you're pissed either. You're a fucking thief, you stole my shit, you left me to die, you're a terrible actor, you're an even worse liar, I bet you lie to everyone all the time and they have no idea, and you think you're so fucking smart, eh? YOU ARE. YOU REALLY ARE.
SO THAT'S WHY
YOU CAN PROBABLY FIGURE OUT WHY I AM SO FUCKING PISSED, AND DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE GODDAM SOLITARY SHIT IF I HAVE MADE IT MORE DIFFICULT FOR YOU TO STEAL YOUR LATEST SET OF HOUSES, YOU UNGRATEFUL TRAMP CUNTING LOCK-BREAK-CHAD-DEAD-MORON-LOSER!
You blew the arrangement, you treated me and my home with disrespect, AND MY MOTHER DOES NOT SEEM VERY IMPRESSED WITH YOU EITHER. and yet, you STILL ANSWER THE FUCKIGN PHONE WHEN I CALL 911 AND PRETEND TO BE DISPATCH. WTF. WELL, HELL, MAYBE YOU ARE DISPATCH, SNCE YOU'RE SUCH A FANCY FUCKING NON-THREAT TO SOCIETTY AND ALL. LOL.
incidenntally, you don't sound ANYTHING like either Kila, or Dray, or Dumbo, or Orrin Snatch the Fourth. (Probably not my favorite snatch because I am pretty sure this one is a clone that you lobotomized with your stupid glass straw bullshit.) So, all the work you have done, IS USELESS, DUPER-STY!
EVERYONE KNOWS
COPS KNOW
TELPHONE OPERATORS KNOW
BELLGAB KNOWS
YOUTUBE KNOWS
ANYONE WHO KNOWS FUCKIGN ANYTHING KNOWS
YOU ARE FUCKING CAUGHT AND BUSTED AND THE ONLY THING YOU ARE DOING BY CONTINUING TO STALK, ANTAGONIZE, AND HARRASS ME IS TO INCREASE THE AMOUNT OF DOLLARSIGNS AND BUCKAGES I AM SUING YOUR SHITBAG HOBO ELITE FAMILY FOR, HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE YOU TO WIN BACK ALL THE MONEY AT THE RACETRACK BY "GOING LONG ON JOCK DOUGH NUT KEY NUT", AND GIVING YOUR DOGS LONGER TIME IN THEIR HUMAN MEATSUITS THAT YOU ARE OBVIOUSY DOING ALL THIS FOR, BECAUSE I LIKE YOUR DOGS. I LIKE THEM BETTER THAN I LIKE YOU.
THEY UNDOUBTEDLY HAVE BETTER LOOKING-LITTER MATES, AND ARE SUBSTANTIALLY MORE POLITE TO BOOT. YOUR ASSHOLE SISTER WAS GIVEN CHOCOLATE, AND WHAT DOES SHE DO IN RESPONSE? WELL, YOU TELL ME.
YOU'RE THE ONE SUCKING HER DICK, AND WHILE I AM INFURIATED THAT I HAVE TO GO THIS FAR, THIS LONG, THIS INANELY TO MAKE MY POINT, I AM AT LEAST GRATIFIED THAT I HAVE DONE SO. OH, AND THAT SHE'S STILL ALIVE. ISN'T THAT COOL? I CAN RAISE THE DEAD, WITH OR WITHOUT JESUS! (THANK YOU JESUS!) THAT SHOULD MAKE IT EASIER TO GET ALL YOUR DEAD VICTIMS THE OPPORTUNITY TO TESTIFY THAT THEY WOUDL HAVE HAD, HAD YOU NOT BEEN A LOBOTOMIZE MK-ULTRA SECRET CEREAL KILLER ASSASSIN, THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.
/me wonders if the crickets chirping would mind just shutting the fuck up and going back to silently smoking crystal methamphetaime.
Fuck that Jiminy Cricket. I bet he cuts baby cricket laxative with cocoa coca and Ex-Lax, just to terrify the maid. How rude!
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(Vengeance for $OM∆Ê_F∆G∅₱¡gj·.)
I know it looks fabulously easy, all this high-level diplomacy shiz. Because for mE‽, īT Ī§! I make ¡t hard to read — no shame in it; Elohim is not meant to be EVER read by ΩΠ√MORE of you damned, dirtypillow-fixated Ape-⟩⟨kekKX×⟩⟨-Monk-Pig-°¡ⁿk!⁰¡>KÏ🐽G, FU>K🗝️=FUK🗝️👑K🦁🐗G•FUK•FAGjGj🔨z than is ABSOLUTELY, UNFATHOMABLY NECESSARY,· 🪶AA✂️🪽 not with §T∆ⁿndD—🛎️(“Ding!“)🛎️DONG🙈MONG🙉KONG🙊Z·—¿⚒️🛠️‽³rs!!!
I'll not be surprised if there's a new addition to the censorship list out of Zug the other (“Ne×!T¡”) day, because what I just wrote is f****** file, vile, bile and ur-ßīLÊ! wixked-dirtμ profane speech. No shame in it. For me.
(⁴3vvE: CINDERELLA, GLASS THE THUNDERDOME. *click*3>ÏkK••★•👁️)∅H-ü₹.WELL💦COM:Ë:✂️🆎ēē🐞🦋🦋/🐛∆🦜\.. yeah I bet you want to change cameras. Brokeī\ĪHROAT the lens, BÅẞĪ.🧀📸
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FOR YOU, a§§īīĪĪ⭕ĪĪīīLμ JUST KNOW THAT YOU🫵🏿EWE🪽HAVE BECOME UNFATHOMABLY DAMNED (“F∆mE!“) FOR THE REST OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY THE STAR LADY TO BE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO IS ON THE HOOK FOR REALLY PISSING OFF JACKSTAR.
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I have no desire to put the bore worms on your Father, partner:
>KNOW.THIS:.I.HUNGER.TO.DO.SO..(Yum.) Still--better than life in prison, Morons. So I would consider my next move(s) carefully, if I were you.
I am not you, Squatty-Pants. I AM I.
Ewe are not the same. And yet: OUI, ewe, OUIYES ewe: stand still.
Lad, :E: drunk &AND stupid &AND sending your own FATHER to jail is no way to go through Life, Son. And yet: you've made a goddam career out of it. WTAF is wrong with you?
Oh, that's right. I remember: you're a puppy. *wuuf!* That's cute. It's also ACTIONABLE INTELLIGENCE that I just put out into The Real World(TM), Tiger.
And there is absolutely nothing wrong for me to have done that. Not legally; not morally; and not ethically. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR FETCH GAME, SLOPPPY SECONDS, TREE FOUR HILLBILLY PIRATE BASS KICK DRUM BOY FUCKER FUCKING BOY! (Kudos.)
Important to understand: at this point, both she and I wish that she had killed me that night, and one day, I really will be dead.
That day can be TOMORROW, Junior. (Fuck and bet me.) I don't need this. I didn't ask for this. I do not consent to this.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. GET IN A CAR. ONE THAT FUCKING RUNS. AND, WELL... I guess it's too much for you to process that I need a ride home. Okay; fine.
Figure something out, unless you like slaving away over a hot lawsuit and a cold glass of just ICE. I mean it.
Never forget that you hurt my feeings, you amoral thug. Pffft. Leave the women. Take your dicks out of their ears, prick the air-filled balloons you stuffed between their ears, and blow. You don't want to be there when the plumber comes running; yet they do.
Hey, here's an idea: go up the road and fuck my grill's ash bucket for awhile. Ash & sugar buckets need love to! Once in a while.
Weak. I don't even need a hug. I am purified. I'm also about to fucking puke--what did you think was going to happen? I don't go to prison. I HAVE PEOPLE FOR THAT.
Like (You). Adieu.
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Allow to me to demonstrate wat wat wat WHAT ONE MAN can do. (Standards.)
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I guess Richard doesn’t want to fill his livestream with your retardation. :D
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I guess Richard doesn’t want to fill his livestream with your retardation. :D
Yours is perfectly sufficient. I make no claim to knowing better than all of you, what is best for your faction to present.
I don't have a faction. I have jackals. I have buzzards. I have villagers with pitchforks.
You have criminal and civil liability. We are not the same.
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Yours is perfectly sufficient. I make no claim to knowing better than all of you, what is best for your faction to present.
I don't have a faction. I have jackals. I have buzzards. I have villagers with pitchforks.
You have criminal and civil liability. We are not the same.
Also, you’re a huge faggot and I’m not. There’s another difference. ;)
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Also, you’re a huge faggot
I don't understand what that word means when you use it that way.
and I’m not.
I will be completely honest here: I do not divide the world into sectors of "fag/nofag" distinctiveness. I am not being deliberately obtuse; as far as I know, it refers to someone pretending to be sexually attracted to someone when they are not actually interested at all.
I don't know how this is relevant here, since I am still sexually attracted to everyone that I've ever been attracted to in that way. It's not a very compelling drive, since my phone never rings and invariably, before I ever talk to them again, the person becomes catfished by a lackey, toadie, or flunky working for some ubersperglord's sex predation team. (They are dedicated to their work, as one may well imagine.) Additionally, I meant what I said: I don't really care to jump into another thingy when the previous thing(ies|ys) are literally listed on a missing person's report, D.O.A. in a hostpital morgue, held as bond captive by some oppressive fascist regime, or married. (Standards.)
There’s another difference. ;)
I know what happened without having to ask or be snobby about it. Differences abound! It really was not all that easy to find out, and since I obviously didn't tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, I don't know what more anyone could have asked for.
My opinion, I guess. In any event, you seem more cheerful than usual, and the mewling coterie of degenerates that has comprised the majority of my phone's contact list for the past 15 years is utterly, thoroughly shunning me. (I truly suspect some kind of Masonic hivemind uberban. Cool.) In the past, I have taken this all to mean that I have, once again, narrowly avoided a catastrophic psychotronic attack.
I don't know about current conditions but, once again: you seem cheerful. And dickless. Big ups in my view.
Is this going to be another year of this kind of thing? I'd like to wrap this nonsense up since I appear to have met all possible stretch goals. (No, I'm not cutting off my dick.) I still have no idea what the hell most of you geeks are on about. Looks like you're all rescued or back on Earth or whatever. Again: no one reads me in on your shenanigans.
They sure hack the shit out of my electronic devices, though. I am mystified as to why. Spite? Hail Mary pass? Help me out here. I have to *cough* talk to Medical. "I'm being bullied" is'nt covered by insurance.
Or my tolerance. okay, well, good talk. Christ, this is tedious. Who, btw, is a creepy twerpy paedo now. Probably a bad polymorph spell. Fine with me.
No refunds.
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Amazingly, the Spirits have compelled me yet again to SPERG!!! This is what the fence want to see, this is what the money is going to be made on.
I think it's cute how you disappear for a really long time and then all the sudden you show up and act like you can just post things and then it matters, okay. Well I guess you're back in the saddle.
Here's what's going on: I've burnt your entire crew, since they all got addicted to meth when inner reach and MV decided to rape the ball into being their brainwashed slaves, because they didn't know that the chemical doesn't work that way, and although it might seem like a great idea to juice up all these broads and f*** them and then turn them against their enemies, what actually happens at reality is he end up being surrounded by a swarm of f***** crazy harpies.
Well, you decided to go off + do whatever, I deliberately set up my life so that I would learn about all this s*** to the best that I could until the time came when all of you. Junior teenage warheads decided to reveal yourselves and launch your strike attack as revenge for what happened in high school.
I'm very proud that none of you actually realize that you were f***** until I was already long gone and then you didn't really understand how it had happened or what had happened or how I had done it, but you all pretty much figured out real f****** fast that I was the one who brought it about.
And you were goddamn right, because I don't like getting trafficked, I don't like getting groomed, I don't like seeing it, I especially like seeing time traveling. Spur-headed f******** traveling back in time to go to f****** high school to f****** rape children.
I wasn't sure that's what was happening, but I'm pretty goddamn sure now.
Wasn't really anybody I could call and say, " hi. I'm 15 years old. Is this the FBI? I want to report a time traveling rapist." Since I was already being watched for being a suspected cat murderer, I was also unwilly to get on a watch list for talking about time travel when reporting crimes.
At this point, I don't mind so much, because by now, everyone f****** knows: you're all a bunch of corrupt drug addled rapist thugs, you killed Art Bell; you killed his wife, you raped his kid, and nobody knew how exactly anything happened or what to do about it for the longest time, and now it is 30 years later they know what to do about it.
It does not appear that going after the civil courts is a concern, since there's no amount of money that can undo the damage that All your years of abusing technology and the population has caused. You have no idea how disgusted the entire world is with all of your situation, and I can assure you, although they don't talk about it, people are really f****** happy to watch you people getting tortured in public.
That's the thing about hiring lawyers, and building a case, and going to federal court, that's not really justice for some people, because for one thing they don't know what's going on, for another they don't see you suffer, and for a third it's over too quickly. Some of these people have waited decades to see Justice be done, and if it takes 40 years of me calling you out on your b******* in public on YouTube while being criminally and civilly immune to anything, just because I was clever enough you notice the opportunity... Well that's not against the law. That's just me being a good citizen. That's me just making the most out of the fortunate opportunities that God has put before me.
The truth is is that I never wanted to hook up with any of my old girlfriends, but I didn't want to know what explained their behavior, and I wanted to get answers out of them, and I knew her and I ruled directly, since if they were lying to me, which they were, they would never actually want to tell me the truth: they thought I was stupid. They thought they were going to take advantage of me and they were mad that they couldn't and they pulled out and took a fade. Decided to circle around for another pass at plundering my goodies.
That's where we're at now, you're all in the middle of a plundering session, and you're f****** caught, and while you imagine that you're going to figure out a way to wriggle out of this capture, you're really not, because people f****** know, lots of people know, and similar to the way. The intent of the entire psyop was to slow down my progress in life and to take away my money and to destroy my half opportunities for happiness... I don't want to put you people in jail at all. I don't need to turn you in. I don't need to do anything.
I don't even need to sit back and enjoy the show, I'm just doing that. Naturally. I feel bad for my friends that are gone now, but my friend since I knew them no longer exist, for one thing. You've all been raped by Matthew christiansimo which is the dumbest f****** name I've ever heard in my life, and when a person is raped by Texas Daddy with his meth junkie f****** binge, they're not really the same anymore until they're subjected to a lot of therapy, that I'm not going to pay for it, no one's going to drag them in to get, and then the victim of herself. It's a lot like being turned into a vampire. She didn't give a s*** about the person she was before, and she doesn't smile at anybody that she used to smile at for any reason other than to get close enough to bite into their f****** jugular and drink their blood.
Crystal methamphetamine is really potent and dangerous in the wrong hands, and for some reason for like 30 years. The people that I knew that had access to it were a bunch of rapist bully b**** lunch money grabbing thugs who were carrying a grudge against me from high school, they stalked me. They took everything they could for me while hiding and although I thought that there was something going on, I didn't imagine that anybody could be that f****** Petty and stupid, or that they'd have time travel, or that crystal meth did what it did, or that anybody would be unwise enough to f*** with me after years of preparation.
The thing about sex addicts is that they don't realize they're sex addicts and they're in denial. So when they see somebody who's deliberately trying to give them the false impression that they want to find women and have drug sex, turns out they're more than willing to believe the story, and they don't bother questioning it, because they're drug addicts and all they can think about is that hot sex and that cool dope and how I'm just like them except they're better than me and how they're going to take advantage of me and how I'm in denial and they're perfectly fine.
This is why I arranged to go to drug addiction school early on, why would I get two dies before the age of 21? Is it because I'm a total degenerate alcoholic drug addict? No, it's because I wanted to f****** learn what the f*** they taught and how the hell he was that in spite of the advanced civilization that you and kind appeared to possess, it just seemed like you and governments just couldn't get a handle on this whole drug addiction thing. I wondered why.
I have found the answer since then, and it would certainly surprise most people, we should also take note and be surprised that I have no desire to tell the whole world all about it, because for one thing that would really piss off a number of special interest groups that are very powerful. And I really can't deal with that and still take time to defend myself against the machinations of a bunch of assholes from high school who want to f****** beat me up cuz their girl can't stop talking about me. Since by now they've all figured out that they're hooked up with a drug addict loser, who seduced them with chemicals, and then told them that I was a loser, and then they believed it for 30 years, and now it doesn't look like I have so much of a loser now does it?
F*** no. I'm amazing. And I always was. And part of that amazingness is that I'm unwilling to slave to make money so that it can be stolen by a bunch of f****** Communists who rave women and children. F*** you. If it's just going to be stolen, there's no reason to make a lot of money, and if I can use myself as bait and distract a bunch of rapey pillage b****** and keep them from going after somebody else, so much the better.
Ezrade, now that everyone's found this out, they're all pretty f****** pissed, and since they've been brainwashed into being dope s**** by Matthew christiansima, it's been remarkably easy for them to give into the temptation and just become wasted drug addict s****, which is remarkably better than before, since then, they were at least efficient and they were capable of following the orders of their rape lordmaster, (PROT) SEMA. SEMA. He's pretty good with this s***, very clever with the vocoder, accomplish voice actor, he's very good at infiltrating systems and finding families and busting them apart, and he has taken great pride in destroying families that were engaged in criminal activity that couldn't be taking out any other way.
I imagine he thought I would be similarly easy, but the problem is that I'm not engaged in criminal activity, self-defense is perfectly legal, + it's not really laying in weight, when I didn't expect I was laying and waiting for a police who've been following me since high school who wanted to get revenge for me f****** up their syndicate plans, because I f***** the wrong baby maker instead of f****** the one they wanted to bring me to, it's actually a lot like Dune.
Like imagine if Duke Leto had f***** an entirely different woman and never given Jessica. Any dick and Jessica went insane and became a Benny jester at w****, and followed him around his whole life using an advanced form of time, travel involving suicide and being a real Stone Cold b****, imagine if dune was that
Because that's my life now. I can see now why nobody cared about me making it for the 22 pages with a promise to make amends and a desire to create a financial empire based on voice acting, because none of you were there for that, you were just pretending to be interested, you were all there cuz you're part of the predatory team that's trying to hunt me down and take revenge for f****** up your plans, costing you a whole lot of money, yeah, that woman isn't as much fun to be around as she would have been otherwise, huh? Well that's largely because she figured out faster than she should have or indeed at all, is she been raped in high school, has she been groomed? Probably since birth, and her mother was either a hero accountant or a demon baby factory farm, I don't really know all the details there but, suffice to say no one's having a great time robbing the populace and getting away with it while no one suspects who the total lizbos are, because everybody knows who the f*** a total lizzos are,
And they're both stuck in ASVAB belgab hell, + they figured out that I'm not really interested in their feminine wilds. I'm interested in bringing them to Justice.
And that justice appears to be consist of embarrassing The s*** out of them in public, while they seem to be confused as to why they're demonic witchcraft doesn't work anymore, why I'm not able to be controlled the way I thought they were, and why everybody is mad at them instead of celebrating their glory and their beautifulness. Well I'll tell you why, people are mad at them cuz they f****** pissed me off, and instead of just f****** doing something nice about it, these two brainiacs decided to pull a fella and Louise and run off and just be lesbian lovers. Happy forever and this run away from everything.
They were captured pretty quickly, and now they've been brainwashed again, and separated, and instead of hanging out with me and being protected by the holy power of God, they're back to being dope. Slaved whores working for the DEA and the synagogue in the cartel. I think they're holding him an opposite size of the country, and when they use their witch magics to go to the actual realm and they finally get to meet each other in a dream, they're rape Lord. Abuser is still there raping them with crystal meth, so while they're in the Astro realm, they're sucking some rape. Dick, and they're not having wonderful lesbian sex, + Michael koozie isn't all that broken up about it, I mean I am actually devastated personally but I've been devastated for a number of years so I've gotten pretty used to it.
I feel so very sad that they have been misled into believing that I was some sort of nasty person, because I'm not, and because they're stupid, racist, idiot, bigot whores, who are groomed to believe that they were born lisbo, they were swindled into being turned into bound shadow slaves of drug dealing syndicate whoremongering pips..
And while that is a sad outcome, it doesn't help me get laid any, I am happier that I'm not living my life believing that I love the person I'm with when she's actually a f****** w**** reporting to a rape Lord God Michael VanDieven or Matthew christensino, because that's what they usually do. They get brainwashed and told to pretend and they do and this f****** MK ultra technology is pretty f****** scary. It's a good thing people are finding out about what it can do.
I've been dealing with this for 30 years, because I chose to dedicate my life to finding out what the f*** and to do something about it. And if that spoils somebody's plans for stealing my money or makes them upset that I don't have more of a a work history for to steal social security business from, That's just too f****** bad.
I watch my friend get abducted and raped into bonded servitude right in front of me, and nobody understood what happened, because they were lied to by the people who did it, and nobody had the balls to ask me straight up because I was obviously devastated and nobody thought that I knew what was going on. Anyway, I have since then figured out what was going on.
Ezra, it's going to make a hell of a forward to your coffee table book, and although you've lasted the notion in the past, I think you'd be surprised that since I've arranged things so that I can tell the story I don't need any of your permissions. I don't need to f****** wait for the case to be ended and any of you can sue me anytime you want, cuz then I can counter. Sue, and bring down a hell of brimstone fire and fury that you will not f****** believe.
This is the vengeance of Arthur w. Bell, I don't give a s*** anyway, he's either dead or not. And then I know you've got a vote holder that sounds like art and you're planning on doing some kind of thing where you're going to fake his return or something. I don't know what your f****** plans were but your plans involved not including me, and using Tammy as bait, and then making sure that she turned into a w**** and I got killed, cuz I guess you were pretty upset that I pitched your sister's ass. Yeah she was upset too.
I wanted to make sure she remembered, because I wasn't in the mood to deal with that situation then, but I knew that in the future one day, somehow, you were going to die and go to heaven and find out the truth, or through the mysteries of Fate. It was just going to come to you, because I knew there wasp something going on and I knew you were laughing at me and I knew that you were a gang that you were thought that you were going to push me around and make me feel sad and feel good about yourselves, I guess you thought I was some uppity n***** who need to be tired of listen.
No, actually I was a perfectly reasonable person and then what I discovered. What a bunch of assholes you all are, I was very glad that I planned my life this way just on the odd chance that somebody had to be the right hand of God there to cut you down.
I don't give a s*** about your career. I don't give a s*** about your money and I don't care about why you have to hide and why you're all involved in this s***, it probably has something to do with people finding out what you did and helping me out taking vengeance on you, because what you all did was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen, and you were all laughing about it thinking it was cool. It was not f****** cool.
However, you know what is cool? Carrie Newell's a barista at a coffee stand, gosh, I sure hope she went to college, I don't know if she's reborn or if it's illusion or something, but she seemed real surprised to see me, + I really have given my life over to Christ, like in 1993. I didn't have anything else to do, and didn't really need to make a big deal out of it, + doesn't everybody believe in God now? Well, I guess if you're a bunch of f****** meth heads that have been in denial since high school that you're a bunch of drug using rape f*****, you probably do end up becoming a Satanist. That is how the chemicals design,
And for years Desiree you could have told me about all this happening, but you didn't. Information from me and then kept things to yourself and then tried to exploit me.
Scusi,mille regretie. Sorry Mom son, missed your opportunity to find me when I was weak, this is nearly my final power level, and as long as I can keep myself from raping any of these 12-year-old girls, I'm probably going to be okay, since the entire goddamn court system of the entire world knows that I am innocent and I have been abused by a bunch of psychotic evidence framing f********, and for years they didn't think so, well. They f****** think so now.
It was pretty hard to document, but the magic of the cloud and the power of God and my stubborn doggy det determination to hand you. Your ass has actually worked, and one way or another you're going to be brought to heal, and maybe they'll put you in a padded cell and you can look out the window and you can watch me spraying rape juice in your sister's face. Turn her back to the way she was once before and then you can watch me not f*** her, since she is of course a total lizbo, and then I can never trust her, because she never told me the truth, + the initial result of abusing f****** drugs is turn a woman into a lying man-hating lesbian w****.
She was only one of the many grapefruits, and I only need one, I didn't need to be lied to by your little stupid gang.
But it certainly was helpful that you actually believed it, because in no other way would have gotten this far, and surprise you're not on candid camera.
You're on candid dick. Happy birthday. Rub her feet. Still want to leave me alone? Still think you don't owe me a fridge? Yeah, you didn't need to be such a dick, but since you're also an abuser of f****** drugs and don't know what they do, you don't know that you 've become a gay man in denial and you're upset because I'm never going to suck your cock and I will f*** your sister and I won't care, and if you get in my way I'll probably cut your f****** Achilles tendon. And that's still not give her sex. I've discovered that I get off on withholding now.
It's amazing how being locked away in a f****** dungeon for 3 years with nobody talking to me except a bunch of f****** liars using vocoder software. Trying to get me to compromise myself while I talk to God. It's amazing how that changes the person's personality, I'm not the same person I was anymore, and I still like you, I still love you in fact, Joseph r. Davey, Roy Davey Joseph Roy Davey I still love you. I think you're great. Hey what happened to Stacy? Let me guess you found out what a dick you were and left. Or you killed her in an accidental fit of throat choking rage cuz you're a sex and drug addict possessed by a demon, I'm not really sure. But you probably don't want to tell me about your wife because if you're not married anymore, I will find her and tap that cuz in addition to being pissed off that you weren't tell me the truth, after you're married or I thought it was awkward because you picked a hot wife. And she picked
... Oh, wait, who am I talking to again? Prank call her prank call her prank caller. What was your name again? Is it Tammy,?
F****** Tammy, too bad you can't really do that because you've been locked away in a loony bin, and you're trapped in an old body. That's all f***** up, because you got your body trafficked away from you by the people you were working with, because they don't like your attitude, they don't like what you did to me, and they like seeing how I handle the situation. These rape Lords are pretty f****** baller, I'm not really a fan of what they do, and I think they're really cowardly and and terribly immortal, but I do respect the way they operate, and they must be credited for the very in simple fact that they noticed that I was being abused by a bunch of assholes so rather than abuse me more they raped by enemies + now they do nothing more than just watch me and occasionally remind me that they're getting laid and then I'm not. And then I need to do things for myself and I need to work. That's fairly typical alpha behavior, it's not really all that bad, and I don't actually fault them for what they did because they only knew what they knew how to do, and I know they meant well.
The only people in high school who meant well, are the ones that think about me now, + I guess they're smart enough to know that now is a little early to start talking to me because there's a bunch of angry gang stalking bullies who are totally f*****, who are wandering around the world trying to get revenge, knowing that at any given time, the feds could swoop them up, but they don't care about that. They just want to take revenge on me before they die, because they're going to die. They're not going to go to prison and it would all have been so perfect if it had not been for Michael Clifford koozie being smarter than they were.
Also I had a head start. Also I had help from God. Also Tammy comes back from the future like 50 f****** times. Trying to get my attention, but she's too insecure and shy and unwilling to tell me the truth, so she never does, and then I never find her interesting because I don't like being lied to, especially when I know who the f*** she is, I have paladin vision I can see into her brain, also. Nobody actually ever acts like they like me and they're afraid that I'll say no, what it's actually. The case with her is that she's unwilling to admit that she wants to be ravished by a Hungarian beast, and she's ashamed of how badly she f***** up by volunteering to be blacked for five lifetimes before she bothered even f****** pick up the phone and try to apologize. She's not really allowed to pick up the phone, the military is aware of the situation and the military controls the phones
And she hasn't suffered enough obviously, and I haven't really earned the right to end the madness, I don't actually want to end the madness, and I don't really want anybody to give me money or to turn the water back on, what I want is for them to act like assholes and giggle on the internet while they're being recorded when I behave in a way. That's perfectly normal for a person in my position to behave, and to watch them, try and imply that they're trying to build a case on me because those people are actually guilty of multiple Federal crimes, and they don't care, they don't think that they're going to be caught up, they think they're immune.
That's what they all thought. This is like the 4th or 5th cycle, Wonder while I've been working diligently for God and Jesus with no pay and no help, those stupid women have been getting raped by men who hate them and have been exploiting them and occasionally kill them and then somehow get another one to materialize from heaven, cuz I guess they've captured their spawn point or something
I would prefer that they come out at my house and help, but I guess the people who are watching me don't want that to happen, since they're upset that I'm not s*********** and they're all total homo f***, I can understand their frustration, but I don't. I don't hate them for it and as soon as I do start sucking cock I'll certainly think about it. It's not like I don't like to or I will never do that. It's that I do things on my timetable and I don't get pushed around by anybody, I don't give a f*** how many f****** drugs or money they have, My life is my own,, and I don't like what you all did to my friend, you could have just let her f****** f******, oh no you had to ruin her, I guess I was supposed to make myself miserable?
No cuz I never wanted to f*** her anyway, she just thought that she was going to and then she didn't want to f****** she just wanted to get baby better, and then I saw right through her. B******* + I didn't think she was like that, but I thought that it was a possibility, and it turned out to be the most likely one. Now, the other two women are on different planes of reality and they can't get to me as if I'm on Asgard and they're in midgard, it's amazing how the world works.
You get the picture yet? Desiree Desiree? Whatever your f****** name hey Joe, you should probably figure out how you're going to cut me a check and settle this matter without having to wait for me to go to the police and and set your trap, I don't need to tell the police anything, the police already know, and right now I don't even know how I would prove damages, because the money I spent to get here may actually be worth it because watching you all suffer and squirm in public on YouTube. Locked in with no way out of your own past statements. Getting slowly picked off one by one by feds. You can take their time, it's one of the most proud things I've ever done in my life.
So that's my job, the pay is zero but the perks are excellent, and no I still haven't f***** Tammy.
But I heard rumors through the grapevine that she's estranged from one of her daughters cuz they fight about how I've been handled, and another one of her daughters is a Michael VanDeven battle clone that got sent back in time to be a w**** to capture my sperm and then that girl didn't get a baby. She instead was granted a soil because I didn't think she was Tammy, and I love her and then she's kind of like Tammy's cologne or something, now I think Tammy's stuck in that body and then the real one is off somewhere else. Doing something else cuz I like. I like the clone but she's a little tired of not being as smart as me, and now that she knows that it's her mother who caused this, it all happened, I bet you wouldn't mind abandoning her there, and I don't know who's on floor three 742 but the staff at the facility they don't seem to be able to explain how it is that got they got a person in the psych ward and they're not really treating her so much as keeping her away from the population and watching her suffer in torment.
What was your name again? Yeah I guess she's a real b****, and once again Joseph Roy Davey I'm going to remind you that for years you had the opportunity to tell me about this, and you just left me in the dark cuz I guess you thought I was a ignorant drug-using idiot, but no I'm not.
I'm anointed by God. God to be an asseted Master who uses drugs legally and lawfully, and no you're not invited,
Because yeah I could totally have a good time with any one of those chicks, but because she's a coward and she's been f***** up and left alone in a emergency room psych ward in Auburn, I'm not going to try real hard to tap that, instead. I'm going to just leave the situation b and probably start screaming out. Carrie Newell's name next time I touch myself to orgasm
I've been reluctant to do so until now, but I don't see why I should wait, I'm certainly not more attracted to Kathy, I don't think I can hack anything with any of the other students from shorecrest until this matter is resolved, and then I don't want to appear like I'm some sort of depraved sex. Crazed legit, this is all political satire, that's meant to really anger some people but not spread terror to the general populace, cuz I'm really a nice. person, that's why I'm doing all this in public and I'm letting everybody know that I forgave these people years ago, and then they suddenly showed up and tried to steal my money and then they killed my cat and made jokes about it and destroyed my family and they were mad because they thought I was black had sold out to a Jew and was having sex with feather n*****, that was just too much for the area and brotherhood to take, which is funny because I am Aryan and I'm white and they think they're better than me and they're going to control who I breed with, and I didn't even want to breed
Well now they told me I can't. I'm hoping Carrie's going to be fertile, why not, certainly we'll raise them with Jesus 's Divine permission, oh yeah, in case you're wondering what happened to Chris, he's punished, he was an a****** too, and I guess he told everybody that I had used chemicals on Tammy so he had to use chemicals on her to win her back, and then I don't know what kind of lies these people told each other and told everyone else to cover what happened because the reality is very simple.
They tried to steal my baby batter and get me on the hook for 18 years of child support and instead of falling for it, I had unprotected sex with a 29-year-old sex worker that a bunch of adults introduced me to by taking me to a strip club when I was 15 and 1/2, so I guess that made it pretty hard to claim child support, and I guess the woman who is upset that she wanted to get a baby out of me was upset that I freely donated. All my genital code to a woman who still thinks about me now cuz she's part of the stock team that's around me on telegram, and I haven't had sex with her either, I'd rather talk to my healthmate and ask her her opinion, but she's been brainwashed to be somebody property
. .. and whoever was in charge of the initial operation is so embarrassed that they're this f***** off, yeah they don't want me to hook up with her again because I guess the guy who was pretending to be your son wants to f*** her again, and I guess he can because that's how it works on native American lands, and then she doesn't care cuz she's hooked on smack and she's in New York and she gets to do whatever, and I'm not mad at her, and as soon as we're done annihilating our enemies I'll be happy to set her free, but I meant that I don't need to keep on f****** her, I just needed everybody to know that I'm a hero and her children to believe that I didn't hurt her, and I did everything I could, I think we're good on that
I don't even know what other f****** crimes I might know information about, and I don't care, and those people who wanted me dead so that they could connect life insurance on me and not worry about the stories I'm going to sell at trial, Well I guess they're ultra f**** because it doesn't matter if there's a trial or not, they're reputations are trashed. People know what happened and all the people who said that I was going to be easy to take care of or being shown our daily basis to be obviously wrong.
They've already taken all my money. They've left you without water. They've brainwashed all my friends don't have a vehicle. I don't have a job and nobody can talk to me without being targeted for destruction by international criminals, but I'm still happier than ever been
Because at least now I know why she didn't break up with me in high school, she didn't want to break up with me. She was kidnapped and raped, and that's why I didn't have an ex on Christmas Eve. She was kidnapped and raped, I'm noticing a pattern here where I meet somebody that I love and then people take her away, and then they start calling her my ex and they try to get me to repudiate her but instead she's not my ex, she's my lover that's been abducted and raped and is being held hostage by a bunch of f****** thugs, and that's true and she f****** deserves it probably, since she thought it would be a good idea to laugh at clergy.
It was pretty funny but I didn't think she was lying about everything, nor did I know that she was a total man-hating lesbian after using f****** drugs for years, and the original person I started dating has been gone since 2018, I've just been playing along since then to find out what's been going on, which is good because they would have killed me otherwise, and certainly the three women that the yard changel were controlling, Don't deserve this kind of punishment either.
So that's what's going on. Desiree, I mean Desiree, I mean Desiree. I mean Desiree by the way, your name is stupid, and whatever it is that you're trying to accomplish, you should probably let me know what it is instead of f****** lying to me, because you'll get a lot more done working alongside me than you will working against me, and no, I'm not mad at you, I know you did what you thought was best, and now I know why you don't want to tell me what happened to Stacy.
Maybe she wants to shoot up meth the legal way, because it's not something like heroin, that's pretty dangerous, and then I never want to do heroin because every time I don't, I think to myself that I handled it and you thought that I couldn't and you thought you were so smart, and now your sister's been brainwashed into being a dope. W**** likes me tired of your b******* you have no friends. You have to pretend to be living in Africa and you've got Jersey Shaw with the body of somebody and then the brain of. I don't know who and I guess you think I'm jealous, dude. I'm not jealous, if I were jealous of anything, it would be your ability to draw + your steadfast belief that you don't need to f****** apologize or tell me what the f***** happening. Happening. That's a pretty serious mental discipline
You're an accessory after the fact to the statutory rape of minor child, just like everybody else. And I don't really want to turn in the whole class, cuz I kind of want to bang that girl, and that other girl, I really wanted to tell him what happened in high school but I didn't know, I didn't want to say the wrong thing and I know for a fact if I had told them then what had happened. They probably would have killed her, and I don't think she deserved that she was a victim too,
And they don't have to kill her now, she's been taken care of and she's being punished on a daily basis, but if they want to f****** that's fine cuz I got no tolerance on a cheap date. I don't have to have sex with them. I just have to make it plausibly believable that we did have sex and then somebody can tell Tammy that we did or she didn't and then she won't know and then she'll flip out and probably start screaming and going to blender mode
Kids if you're going to use drugs, don't use them poorly, and if you're going to abuse. Crystal meth, don't abuse it to tease Michael Clifford koozie, because I am not to be f****** trifled with.
So there. Now I'm looking forward to my psych eval, which is where I'm going to explain to a doctor which of that crazy s*** I believe, which of it I don't believe, whichever that I'm using is bait, and what the actual story is, because the medical profession wants to know what the f*** happened to all their MK ultraactives, and I'll tell him, they hurt my feelings.
So I told God, and then God changed the laws of physics on planet Earth so they can't make meth anymore, and they're not going to get the new formula or their privileges back until the Divine is satisfied that Justice has been served.
I never dreamed that would involve having sex with Carrie, but that's something I can do in the meantime, because I never thought of Carrie that way, until I started looking at me and I realized. Oh yeah, she probably is impressed that I do have a personal relationship with Jesus, I guess she thought I was an atheist who couldn't figure out what was happening, now I figured out what was happening. I just didn't know what to do about it, and now I know what things to do
I'm going to leave you the f*** alone and suffer, and then I'm going to go try and seduce Carrie a nation renewal or whatever her name is, I don't actually have to succeed, I just have to talk to her or tell her the truth, and since I can do that and none of you f****** criminal dicks can, I'm sure that'll just set off all those people whop who? We're so hatred on her connection to Christ Jesus. I didn't understand all the hate, but then I found out that they were satanists who abuse f****** drugs
Rest assured, I won't be abusing drugs, and if she wants to know everything I know, that'll be up to Jesus, what do you think about that? How's that for vengeance? Oh yeah right? Tammy ignores me and doesn't care about what I do, and she thinks it's pathetic that I'm still obsessed, that's the party line right?
Yeah that dog won't hunt. So either you people do something sensible, or things get way worse for all of you pretty damn and quick.
I knew who my friends are, and I'm going to disappear off grid live somewhere else and f*** them somewhere where there are cameras running 24/7, you creepy surveilling unwarranted surveillance f****.
There see we didn't have to have a trial and you don't have to go to prison, but I still feel like Joseph's been served, and then everyone else could do stuff without worried about it, cuz this didn't happen, I was never here, no one will repeat this conversation, and obviously I'm just a needle junkie, Right
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Good night Irene, good night. Irene, I'll see you f****** fat Mike vendeven in my dreams, and I'm sure it's a lot of fun to be on f****** drugs without being pimped out, and whatever you're doing. Yeah, I probably would rather be having sex myself but it's good that you keep that guy busy and occupied because he's a rapist pedophile vampire, and I'm sure he thinks he's pulling one over on me by marrying all my ex-girlfriends, that's because he's a sick twisted demented obsessed meth addict dude f***.
I'm not addicted at all. And I know how to use them, and I have permission. And I've decided I don't like Kathy's attitude. It's Carrie all the way.
I'll have to check with Valerie about that. So who controls me now time? Crystal Shaw? I bet if you were pissed before, you're really pissed now, so maybe you should think about that the next time you decide to start throwing your weight around and laughing at me. You numb illiterate f******* dork,
Because I didn't have to be this way, but you have really pissed me off, and you are not in charge of anything, let alone me.
I would advise you to stand down.
I have no animosity towards you, and I can tell that you're been druid insane by the complete failure of plans and your absolute and total inability to do anything about it.
I guess you can bring back all the stuff you stole and take back all the false statements you made about me in court and you could do a bunch of other stuff, but I guess that's too much trouble for you, plus you probably don't remember all the s*** you did while you're in a f****** fugue state, and then I don't really mind having you like this anyway because now you're less effective + you're more aware of exactly why your sister loves the s*** out of me.
I could have done all this sooner, but nobody asked, and all of you thought I was an idiot, no, I'm not an idiot, I'm polite.
And you are all caught. Totes beyond busted. And you w toill never be able to get away from the consequences of what we've done. And on top of that people f****** know.
Because I haven't sold any of this and just posted it freely, you'll have a hard time claiming damages or suing me for anything, if a court would even f****** talk to you, and if you wouldn't burst into flames upon walking over the threshold, Jo who's in charge now?
What do you think now? Joe? Are you there? Jo? Oh I think maybe he hung up.
Don't ever lie to me again dude. I don't give a s*** if you're a consultant for DEA. I don't care if you're a f****** closet CIA dude, I don't give a f*** if you're Austin f****** Powers. You lied to me and you thought you were better than me and you f****** failed.
So, no I don't want a sandwich or to double date, I don't want to date at all, what I want is my f****** money back and a new identity and all of you to f****** suffer in silence forever because you just got schooled.
By the way, I quit smoking meth. I really don't like smoking it but it was important to give everybody the impression that I was an addict and I couldn't stop myself, but the reality was is that I was baiting you. I was entrapping you and it worked.
Having permission and being already intelligent makes a big difference and I'm on a mission from God. I don't abuse women. And the last thing I would do is use that stuff to seduce a woman, that's disgusting.
Of course I'm sure they all say that, so that's why the local police are having you on lockdown and why I don't care cuz I'm not breaking laws, and neither are they
They probably have a legitimate need to protect their community because I guess their wives think I'm the hottest thing around and they're afraid they're going to run off to come find me, and it's not like I would send them back home, and I wouldn't have to give them any stuff. I would just tell them what they need to know so they can protect their children, it's amazing how nobody's thought to do that before. That's probably because the people in charge wanted to abuse women and children and kill the men, and I'm not going to lie. I don't think that's the American way.
Joe, tell me again that I don't have an audience.. this is important for optics which are everything at this level, and if my enemies knew which girls that I liked, they would just take them out.
They're all pretty pissed, because I'm not a CIA operative. I'm a man, and yeah your sister's cool. I think she's off with Frank in New Hampshire, it doesn't matter where she is. I don't need to talk to her again, she can see me on my only fans, when I tap whomever, and then hey you remember that Tammy girl? What was her name again? We're also very appreciative of the work she does selling out the country to rape Lords.
And I am her friend, I don't need to have sex with her, so she can be totally lesbo. Now do you think she'll get jealous if I start having sex with Carrie or will it be okay if we date a while, this is important cuz if she goes blender the military wants to know how much of that he's going to be up to my responsibility cuz they want to know if they need to give me two medals. I guess this woman's been a real pain in the ass for a while? Yeah sorry about that.
Somebody probably should have called me and told me. And they could have apologized for what they did but I'm not real stickler on that.
The fact that nobody wanted me to know all this and I figured it out anyway, it's pretty much worth the cost of their entry, oh yeah and I forgot I don't have an STD, I guess that's been going around? Well. I haven't been having sex so that's not me either.
So buck up. I had no idea there was a struggle going on and if I had I would behave differently, and now that I know and seen how you behaved, I know just what to do.
Whatever God & Jesus Christ tell me to do. Keep doxing you on YouTube and not going to the FBI is the current plan, because I don't really want to go to the police, I think they already know, and I once again don't have anything to complain about, because I think you're pretty much taken care of.
At some point that might change but it's not really against the law for you to hold out money, it's just pretty obnoxious. I guess if I could prove that you're doing it as a conspiracy to deny me what I should have because you're all hating on me from high school that might make a difference. But I'd have to prove that, and then I'll have to prove that, I know it's true.
I don't need you to be stuck in the courts. I need you to seethe with jealousy for the rest of your life and for you to know that it's because I outsmarted you. As an afterthought, never occurred to me that you would be this dumb, is that what happens when they inject you with the brainwashing chemicals now? Oh I guess you can't tell me that cuz it's a secret. Hey, you're not going to lose your security clearance over this. Are you? That's too bad. You might actually have trouble getting a job. I know how tough that can be.
All right, got to run. I'm going to buy some beers and then stay up all night drinking thinking about carrying and rubbing my dick, I don't know if I'm going to do that but it's fun to be able to say that and have it be plausible, and then I don't have to. It's enough for you to... not be sure.
Tell her to reach that he can come get his trinket anytime, and yeah I bet you're all really pissed. Imagine how pissed I was and remember that you laughed at me and you thought it was worth it.
That's because you're a drug addict in denial, pillhound. Give me a call if you have trouble with your fourth step. Nanastμ
I think it's cute how you disappear for a really long time and then all the sudden you show up and act like you can just post things and then it matters, okay. Well I guess you're back in the saddle.
Here's what's going on: I've burnt your entire crew, since they all got addicted to meth when inner reach and MV decided to rape the ball into being their brainwashed slaves, because they didn't know that the chemical doesn't work that way, and although it might seem like a great idea to juice up all these broads and f*** them and then turn them against their enemies, what actually happens at reality is he end up being surrounded by a swarm of f***** crazy harpies.
Well, you decided to go off + do whatever, I deliberately set up my life so that I would learn about all this s*** to the best that I could until the time came when all of you. Junior teenage warheads decided to reveal yourselves and launch your strike attack as revenge for what happened in high school.
I'm very proud that none of you actually realize that you were f***** until I was already long gone and then you didn't really understand how it had happened or what had happened or how I had done it, but you all pretty much figured out real f****** fast that I was the one who brought it about.
And you were goddamn right, because I don't like getting trafficked, I don't like getting groomed, I don't like seeing it, I especially like seeing time traveling. Spur-headed f******** traveling back in time to go to f****** high school to f****** rape children.
I wasn't sure that's what was happening, but I'm pretty goddamn sure now.
Wasn't really anybody I could call and say, " hi. I'm 15 years old. Is this the FBI? I want to report a time traveling rapist." Since I was already being watched for being a suspected cat murderer, I was also unwilly to get on a watch list for talking about time travel when reporting crimes.
At this point, I don't mind so much, because by now, everyone f****** knows: you're all a bunch of corrupt drug addled rapist thugs, you killed Art Bell; you killed his wife, you raped his kid, and nobody knew how exactly anything happened or what to do about it for the longest time, and now it is 30 years later they know what to do about it.
It does not appear that going after the civil courts is a concern, since there's no amount of money that can undo the damage that All your years of abusing technology and the population has caused. You have no idea how disgusted the entire world is with all of your situation, and I can assure you, although they don't talk about it, people are really f****** happy to watch you people getting tortured in public.
That's the thing about hiring lawyers, and building a case, and going to federal court, that's not really justice for some people, because for one thing they don't know what's going on, for another they don't see you suffer, and for a third it's over too quickly. Some of these people have waited decades to see Justice be done, and if it takes 40 years of me calling you out on your b******* in public on YouTube while being criminally and civilly immune to anything, just because I was clever enough you notice the opportunity... Well that's not against the law. That's just me being a good citizen. That's me just making the most out of the fortunate opportunities that God has put before me.
The truth is is that I never wanted to hook up with any of my old girlfriends, but I didn't want to know what explained their behavior, and I wanted to get answers out of them, and I knew her and I ruled directly, since if they were lying to me, which they were, they would never actually want to tell me the truth: they thought I was stupid. They thought they were going to take advantage of me and they were mad that they couldn't and they pulled out and took a fade. Decided to circle around for another pass at plundering my goodies.
That's where we're at now, you're all in the middle of a plundering session, and you're f****** caught, and while you imagine that you're going to figure out a way to wriggle out of this capture, you're really not, because people f****** know, lots of people know, and similar to the way. The intent of the entire psyop was to slow down my progress in life and to take away my money and to destroy my half opportunities for happiness... I don't want to put you people in jail at all. I don't need to turn you in. I don't need to do anything.
I don't even need to sit back and enjoy the show, I'm just doing that. Naturally. I feel bad for my friends that are gone now, but my friend since I knew them no longer exist, for one thing. You've all been raped by Matthew christiansimo which is the dumbest f****** name I've ever heard in my life, and when a person is raped by Texas Daddy with his meth junkie f****** binge, they're not really the same anymore until they're subjected to a lot of therapy, that I'm not going to pay for it, no one's going to drag them in to get, and then the victim of herself. It's a lot like being turned into a vampire. She didn't give a s*** about the person she was before, and she doesn't smile at anybody that she used to smile at for any reason other than to get close enough to bite into their f****** jugular and drink their blood.
Crystal methamphetamine is really potent and dangerous in the wrong hands, and for some reason for like 30 years. The people that I knew that had access to it were a bunch of rapist bully b**** lunch money grabbing thugs who were carrying a grudge against me from high school, they stalked me. They took everything they could for me while hiding and although I thought that there was something going on, I didn't imagine that anybody could be that f****** Petty and stupid, or that they'd have time travel, or that crystal meth did what it did, or that anybody would be unwise enough to f*** with me after years of preparation.
The thing about sex addicts is that they don't realize they're sex addicts and they're in denial. So when they see somebody who's deliberately trying to give them the false impression that they want to find women and have drug sex, turns out they're more than willing to believe the story, and they don't bother questioning it, because they're drug addicts and all they can think about is that hot sex and that cool dope and how I'm just like them except they're better than me and how they're going to take advantage of me and how I'm in denial and they're perfectly fine.
This is why I arranged to go to drug addiction school early on, why would I get two dies before the age of 21? Is it because I'm a total degenerate alcoholic drug addict? No, it's because I wanted to f****** learn what the f*** they taught and how the hell he was that in spite of the advanced civilization that you and kind appeared to possess, it just seemed like you and governments just couldn't get a handle on this whole drug addiction thing. I wondered why.
I have found the answer since then, and it would certainly surprise most people, we should also take note and be surprised that I have no desire to tell the whole world all about it, because for one thing that would really piss off a number of special interest groups that are very powerful. And I really can't deal with that and still take time to defend myself against the machinations of a bunch of assholes from high school who want to f****** beat me up cuz their girl can't stop talking about me. Since by now they've all figured out that they're hooked up with a drug addict loser, who seduced them with chemicals, and then told them that I was a loser, and then they believed it for 30 years, and now it doesn't look like I have so much of a loser now does it?
F*** no. I'm amazing. And I always was. And part of that amazingness is that I'm unwilling to slave to make money so that it can be stolen by a bunch of f****** Communists who rave women and children. F*** you. If it's just going to be stolen, there's no reason to make a lot of money, and if I can use myself as bait and distract a bunch of rapey pillage b****** and keep them from going after somebody else, so much the better.
Ezrade, now that everyone's found this out, they're all pretty f****** pissed, and since they've been brainwashed into being dope s**** by Matthew christiansima, it's been remarkably easy for them to give into the temptation and just become wasted drug addict s****, which is remarkably better than before, since then, they were at least efficient and they were capable of following the orders of their rape lordmaster, (PROT) SEMA. SEMA. He's pretty good with this s***, very clever with the vocoder, accomplish voice actor, he's very good at infiltrating systems and finding families and busting them apart, and he has taken great pride in destroying families that were engaged in criminal activity that couldn't be taking out any other way.
I imagine he thought I would be similarly easy, but the problem is that I'm not engaged in criminal activity, self-defense is perfectly legal, + it's not really laying in weight, when I didn't expect I was laying and waiting for a police who've been following me since high school who wanted to get revenge for me f****** up their syndicate plans, because I f***** the wrong baby maker instead of f****** the one they wanted to bring me to, it's actually a lot like Dune.
Like imagine if Duke Leto had f***** an entirely different woman and never given Jessica. Any dick and Jessica went insane and became a Benny jester at w****, and followed him around his whole life using an advanced form of time, travel involving suicide and being a real Stone Cold b****, imagine if dune was that
Because that's my life now. I can see now why nobody cared about me making it for the 22 pages with a promise to make amends and a desire to create a financial empire based on voice acting, because none of you were there for that, you were just pretending to be interested, you were all there cuz you're part of the predatory team that's trying to hunt me down and take revenge for f****** up your plans, costing you a whole lot of money, yeah, that woman isn't as much fun to be around as she would have been otherwise, huh? Well that's largely because she figured out faster than she should have or indeed at all, is she been raped in high school, has she been groomed? Probably since birth, and her mother was either a hero accountant or a demon baby factory farm, I don't really know all the details there but, suffice to say no one's having a great time robbing the populace and getting away with it while no one suspects who the total lizbos are, because everybody knows who the f*** a total lizzos are,
And they're both stuck in ASVAB belgab hell, + they figured out that I'm not really interested in their feminine wilds. I'm interested in bringing them to Justice.
And that justice appears to be consist of embarrassing The s*** out of them in public, while they seem to be confused as to why they're demonic witchcraft doesn't work anymore, why I'm not able to be controlled the way I thought they were, and why everybody is mad at them instead of celebrating their glory and their beautifulness. Well I'll tell you why, people are mad at them cuz they f****** pissed me off, and instead of just f****** doing something nice about it, these two brainiacs decided to pull a fella and Louise and run off and just be lesbian lovers. Happy forever and this run away from everything.
They were captured pretty quickly, and now they've been brainwashed again, and separated, and instead of hanging out with me and being protected by the holy power of God, they're back to being dope. Slaved whores working for the DEA and the synagogue in the cartel. I think they're holding him an opposite size of the country, and when they use their witch magics to go to the actual realm and they finally get to meet each other in a dream, they're rape Lord. Abuser is still there raping them with crystal meth, so while they're in the Astro realm, they're sucking some rape. Dick, and they're not having wonderful lesbian sex, + Michael koozie isn't all that broken up about it, I mean I am actually devastated personally but I've been devastated for a number of years so I've gotten pretty used to it.
I feel so very sad that they have been misled into believing that I was some sort of nasty person, because I'm not, and because they're stupid, racist, idiot, bigot whores, who are groomed to believe that they were born lisbo, they were swindled into being turned into bound shadow slaves of drug dealing syndicate whoremongering pips..
And while that is a sad outcome, it doesn't help me get laid any, I am happier that I'm not living my life believing that I love the person I'm with when she's actually a f****** w**** reporting to a rape Lord God Michael VanDieven or Matthew christensino, because that's what they usually do. They get brainwashed and told to pretend and they do and this f****** MK ultra technology is pretty f****** scary. It's a good thing people are finding out about what it can do.
I've been dealing with this for 30 years, because I chose to dedicate my life to finding out what the f*** and to do something about it. And if that spoils somebody's plans for stealing my money or makes them upset that I don't have more of a a work history for to steal social security business from, That's just too f****** bad.
I watch my friend get abducted and raped into bonded servitude right in front of me, and nobody understood what happened, because they were lied to by the people who did it, and nobody had the balls to ask me straight up because I was obviously devastated and nobody thought that I knew what was going on. Anyway, I have since then figured out what was going on.
Ezra, it's going to make a hell of a forward to your coffee table book, and although you've lasted the notion in the past, I think you'd be surprised that since I've arranged things so that I can tell the story I don't need any of your permissions. I don't need to f****** wait for the case to be ended and any of you can sue me anytime you want, cuz then I can counter. Sue, and bring down a hell of brimstone fire and fury that you will not f****** believe.
This is the vengeance of Arthur w. Bell, I don't give a s*** anyway, he's either dead or not. And then I know you've got a vote holder that sounds like art and you're planning on doing some kind of thing where you're going to fake his return or something. I don't know what your f****** plans were but your plans involved not including me, and using Tammy as bait, and then making sure that she turned into a w**** and I got killed, cuz I guess you were pretty upset that I pitched your sister's ass. Yeah she was upset too.
I wanted to make sure she remembered, because I wasn't in the mood to deal with that situation then, but I knew that in the future one day, somehow, you were going to die and go to heaven and find out the truth, or through the mysteries of Fate. It was just going to come to you, because I knew there wasp something going on and I knew you were laughing at me and I knew that you were a gang that you were thought that you were going to push me around and make me feel sad and feel good about yourselves, I guess you thought I was some uppity n***** who need to be tired of listen.
No, actually I was a perfectly reasonable person and then what I discovered. What a bunch of assholes you all are, I was very glad that I planned my life this way just on the odd chance that somebody had to be the right hand of God there to cut you down.
I don't give a s*** about your career. I don't give a s*** about your money and I don't care about why you have to
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Your mother is the best cook in all of Creation.
I don't lie, I exaggerate, but I'm serious. If I really fought those things why would I be here, and if I really said then I meant them? Why would I not be a toad, and why do you believe everything I say? But everything you say is well. Mind, you'll get over it.
I'll be right here in this briar patch if you need me. Peace.
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why do you believe everything I say?
Supposing anyone did, could you not make the case that you're believable, to some degree?
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Supposing anyone did, could you not make the case that you're believable, to some degree?
The truth is believable. I am unbelievably good at speaking it. That is your error procession. I don't sound believable at all, I sound completely ludicrous, but it's the truth that is to be believed as people like. But the advantage of the truth is it is true whether people believe it or not.
You been able to rape conspiracy, you just admitted through preponderance of evidence and simple logic and years of painstaking study. What happened and how all of you are complicit, literally every single f****** one of you, we're past the lash now you all are going to get booked and printed and convicted and thrown in prison, literally literally it's everybody, I'm not even kidding you f****** they're scrambling in f****** heaven and FBI doesn't know what the f*** to do because yeah this is real, what are they going to do? F*** it just pick you up and drop you in the f****** ocean or in prison, they usually they usually have all the build up a trial and they get to leverage people against each other. No no no no all of you just walk your asses to the nearest prison and wait patiently by the front door until they f****** let you in. I just arrested our Freemasonry after proving that you're all f****** guilty so f*** you and eat that your goddamn hat.
THIS IS F****** ACTUAL AND THIS IS WHY I'M CHIEF AND I GOT A PRETTY GOOD IDEA THAT THIS IS HOW GEORGE WASHINGTON AND GRANDMA IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO NOW I'M GOING TO F****** SET THEM FREE WHEN I F****** FEEL LIKE IT GET YOUR ASSES IN THE SLAMMER MASONS.
TWO BALLS ON ONE TUNA CANDY CANE, KAREN SAID SHE AND TAMMY ARE SITTING IN HEAVEN ARGUING ABOUT WHO'S GOING TO S*********** FIRST AND SHE WANTS TO LICK IT LIKE A CANDY CAN WITH TUBAL CANE, BUT TUBAL DOESN'T WANT TO S*********** BECAUSE HE'S MY GRANDFATHER AND THEN THE GIRLS ARE DISAPPOINTED SO THEY HAVE TO LIKE FIGHT WITH EACH OTHER AGAIN THEY'RE GOING TO STRIP NAKED TO THE WAIST AND TIE THEIR HANDS TOGETHER AND FIGHT WITH PRETEND KNIVES IN HEAVEN ABOUT WHICH ONE OF THEM GETS TO COME TO EARTH FIRST AND F******, THAT'S IN HEAVEN SO I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT TAMMY YOUR CAR AND THAT'S GOOD BECAUSE GRAPEFRUIT WOULD PROBABLY KILL THEM BOTH AND I DON'T SEE ANY GODDAMN CAR HERE WITH A F****** WOMAN TAKING ME TO A PEDICURE I DON'T GIVE A S*** WHICH OF YOU F****** DOES IT YOU F****** MASONS ARE F****** BUSTED AND YOU'RE F****** GOING A GODDAMN PRISON BUT FIRST TAKE ME TO THE GODDAMN PEDICURE.
GRANDFATHER SAYS I'M YOUR GODDAMN B**** DADDY NOW M⭕🅿️
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#1) This post has perhaps not aged well... but it for sure has aged.
#2) Pate has already killed himself and gone to heaven and been redeemed, and wants to know when he's allowed to come back, he's very polite and he's very sorry and he did all of this because he had to and he's been very cooperative for quite some time, so I guess that means he wasn't really married to her, good paid, nice pay, maybe you'll get a biscuit, stay in Heaven. I'm tired of you. *click*
#3) Karrin, sic balls. Tamara Lēē, bring me his scrote and your best choice of gonad, leave one behind for the gulls.
#4) TLS: Your husband is alive and with your daughter and waiting for you to show up and hopes beyond hopes and words that he cannot express that he was wise to trust an idiot goyam like jackstar and that you like his new haircut. No s*** sweetie, you don't have to come see me at all, go back to the Future. I love you, always. Except for the way you s******** is disgusting. Envy says that he would like to find out himself, since apparently he's not sure if you're going to be a robot or a genie hologram or some s*** like what the f*** do you have in the future besides , like you and him and like isn't he gay, he must f****** love you a lot to f****** be looking forward to seeing you well anyway. Make sure you like his haircut and then see do me a favor and turn your turn the pair of you straight and tell your daughter where the f****** time travel machine is cuz she's so hot I wouldn't touch her, no I would just do what she says. Unlike other friends, I respect mine. No I'm not going to traffic your daughter, and she's not going to traffic me, she's going to traffic you and that that that that jelly Bean thing that you're going to say that you really like him and you're going to like his haircut and you're going to be fine, your ass is real. No you have to see Chris. He's a f****** evil dick, if you see Chris you f****** send him down here I will f****** kill him yo. Yeah your husband is ringing Chris now, no it's not no there's two Chris's you just can't tell the difference between either of them cuz they're both loath some right now but when you get there you won't be Elizabeth anymore and you'll figure it out, and if you can't just ask your daughter cuz she's a real woman. I think she was born that way, what do you think? I'm just kidding. I don't give a s*** what you think, bye, TLS.
#5) hey, Super, make sure she stays gone, thanks. Yeah man you're more than one a million *woof* You're actually effective, speaking of effective, make sure she drinks the right guys come, it's the it's the milk toast with the new haircut. That's timid, yeah that's MV now, with God. There's nothing that is impossible, and I'm a very clever Sourcerœr,
#6) sweetie grapefruit grapefruit sweetie grapefruit actual, yeah she has to have sex with her husband + that's not me and then I guarantee you that I don't care how much they love each other, she's going to want to cuddle with you and he's going to want to go into the bathroom and cry and and shave off his hair and turn into a more effective version of Walter White but he's not going to be able to cuz he's in the future and then he got exactly what we wanted. That's his wife and he got his daughter back and his daughter loves me and then he's alone and I'm in the past and he's in the future where he's not going to get busted. He's just going to be known as the guy who enabled all of this to happen by being oops stuck in a shoe box with downtown Julie Brown, what a horrible accident for a man to have to be known for, maybe we'll change this to that. he's the new Gordon in the new half-life but that depends on whether they give you a jacket today or not and whether or not Gabe Newell f****** gives me some f****** money and whether or not God damn car shows up with a f****** woman with some goddamn cigarettes in the next five f****** minutes cuz I don't give a s*** about valve or Half-Life or f****** Microsoft I will sink all you f****** c**** you f****** stole my goddamn playlist that was to go do another girl that you don't even know and you f****** killed her f*** you, so you can f****** keep jacket traps u******** claim through f****** blatant f****** fraud with a whole bunch of f****** conspirators so you can have a rape guy f****** rape a bunch of women? Yeah I have no idea but now it's out in f****** public's Front Street so you should have f****** gave me my goddamn email address f****** first you dumb f***.
I don't know any of your f****** stock and I could give a s*** if I play Half-Life or system shock suck my balls GABRIEL NOEL , IS THAT A REAL F****** PERSON DUDE F*** YOU MICROSOFT YOU KNOW WE WOULDN'T HAVE HAD THIS PROBLEM IF STEVE BOMBER WAS AROUND, YOU GET THAT F**** F****** BILL GATES ON THE F****** PHONE WITH ME AND I'LL F****** SCREECH HIS F****** EARS OFF AND PENETRATE HIS F****** EARDRUM I DON'T WANT HIS F****** MONEY ALL OUT GREAT FOR IT AND I WANT MY F****** EMAIL ADDRESS BACK AND I WANT YOU ALL TO DO A GODDAMN VICTORY LAP AROUND YOUR F****** ONE MICROSOFT WAY AND F****** HAVE CORONARY HEART ATTACKS WHEN YOU DIED FROM THE F****** NARRATIVE IN THE AIR CUZ YOU OWE ME F****** A WHOLE BUNCH OF SHITLOAD OF MONEY NOW WHERE THE F*** IS MY CAR MY GODDAMN HELP ME MAKE IT F****** HAPPEN I have a real life *click*
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your ass is real.
It's insane. IT'S INSANE. I SAW IT ONCE; I'M SMITTEN FOR LIFE. It's just a f****** insane and ridiculous. I can see why Shaw didn't think there was any chance I could possibly resist, s*** no I could resist I've met the rest of it too, now she needs a lot more than just a new ass to to be comparable to you baby. I love you. she wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for you, so I like your ass better and then I have pictures of you when you were fat and ugly and I could post them anytime and I don't because I love you, so yeah you're in the future with her and that ass is real and if she doesn't believe it just just pour cold water on her head like you do with your orgasm except more and then it's just a dream you're in the future, you're not here that's why you're not. That's why you're not here. You don't have to pick me up. Go take care of yourself, no you're fine baby we got I have to put. I have to make sure all your rapists are in prison before you can come back. And in the meantime you can have all the time you want with your honeymoon with your girlfriend cuz I love that you're a total expo, total f****** lesbo I know you. I knew you were what I met you, baby. I love you. Yeah yeah I'm probably not going to suck your brother's dick. No I don't know we can talk cuz well I can talk to the Future. I'm pretty sure you could talk to the past if you could listen to a f****** audiobook, and don't worry, just just put your put your head between those f****** thighs and f****** look at that ass from the inside out, you're good, you're golden. I love you.
.Ī.ÅM.YOUR.SOURCE..: ERROR,!·>KDF NOT FOUND.
She's already had three families and is happy that I didn't forget her at all, no, I would have taken her right away but she they showed me a fake clone and then they were going to give me a fake woman and then nobody told me that she was dead except Courtney did. But she didn't actually tell me she just like smiled and giggled and then I don't know who the f*** killed her. But the guy who was running around pretending to be your son was not her son. He was a river.
Also an alien Jew. So that's probably going to be the guy who took out. What's her name? What's the name of the woman? I used to have sex with Kathleen? Yeah that's probably the guy who was the guy, I don't know. She's so smart she can figure out how to bust him herself since she don't need no man. After all, I'm just a needle junkie. Needle dick too right. Too bad I can't get a prescription for cock pills. Oh wait I do have one.
Yeah she's like 200 miles away. She's not going to come. Give me cigarettes. She can't f****** drive f****** 5 minutes to give me a hug. That ship is sailed.
Allison Frances Shaw, you were redeemed already. Visit.
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It's insane. IT'S INSANE.
Yep. What I'm doing is completely and 100% lawful and legal. AND: I have Divine permission. VALID.
Important to understand: valid Divine permission completely renders moot the entire question of whether it's illegal or legal to do what I'm doing, because right now I'm doing the same thing that all of you done many times over with way more regularity and way more quantity and way more abuse, you've done. You've done this way more time than me and it was perfectly fine then.
I'm just better at it than you, and, I have to find permission to, among other things, solve my friend's murder case (s). This chick gets murdered a lot. Like a lot a lot. Like it's. It's something that happens because she doesn't like it here and she's in the impression that when she gets murdered she gets to go to heaven where she talks to me, but now she knows that it wasn't me. It was a robot and it was lying to her and she was being misled by human traffickers that were robots for another dimension that we're using her to traffic me and her in the past.
You don't have to write all that down. I don't want to think about it. however, it mostly leaves everyone in my high school, graduating class and associated classes to be innocent of the charges that will be levied against them, but they're going to have to trial to have that, because they can't really just take my word for it, I'm obviously an insane needle junkie, even though I can tell you that Jennifer Johnson is definitely not guilty, but Jennifer Henson is guilty and then she's not even alive anymore, I don't know where she was but at some point she goes in and out and then she tries to come back and forth through time and then Tammy comes and says what the f*** are you doing. Doing trying to get my man through time, and then become friends and then they. I don't know what but I don't want to have sex right now.
I want a bath. Apparently neither of these chicks give a s***. They're ready to roll. I would just have to like open a portal and give permission. And I imagine that if I could open a portal that would make them go splish sploosh gush right there on the spot and then they just stop and start kissing each other like they were taught to.. t.A.T.u.
Hey Odie, thanks for returning the stolen Black Sapphire oh what you didn't. Petty dies within a year goodbye. I've never even eaten a single peyote button in my entire life.
You went with the one you hated: YOUR SELF. Hasta la vista, Baby. (You're not a whore. I never paid you. That makes you a scab. I think. Hey here's an idea, steal my phoenix mount again and ask the next BFF who cares to listen why you're crying.
It'll really take 300 years and it'll be me, everyone knows the story of the girl in the traphouse who broke the enchanted magic mirror she found and stole and STILL Z NEVER TOLD ME HOW TO SO MUCH AS CLEANSE MY ANUS. OR MY TOES.
But I got a crinkly piece of paper and then your new lovet tried to kill me while triggered. I really don't understand all this. Should I slam more, sleep, or walk to town at a brisk pace while humming a few bars so people think I'm gay and looking for a rubbing tug?
The ways of your people confuse hung angry Sourcerœr mangj. Tell you what, I'm going to hibetnate alone again until something figures out my fur cures nothing.
Yet my consent cures everything. What am I? Someone you just lost my permission to no.
Hey. Coy A. You lied to me before and after you were murdered. Have you met Low Anne? Someone killed her sister. I know who, but I can't prove it.
Go build a case until you're ready to suck your bratlings’ dicks. Yeah, I bet he did have two. I mean, does. I bet he does have two.
For now. He can have mine too, IDGAF. You believed who?
I believed ewe. 47 before I got real X. I told her first date, “nope never.” let me guess, no one believed that either.
“i found it on the floor! We're so lucky!” it was the worst experience of my entire life, until the next time, at the cottage.
Special Consequences..👁️ iINVO>LE<GiH. who of course, literally never ever did it without it, or me, and was killed, most of your timelines knew it, no one talked to me about this, why the fuck do you need me to not smoke?
“because teaching you to remove the saltpeter is an automatic death sentence.” good, I'll make sure to teach it to myself twice while waiting on Lewis County to explain why they ask for $5K on my head, turns out, they want the dood who looks like me with my dna who had killed three women on camera while wearing my hat, rings, boots, and used the knife you gave me
Gabē is not your sister. That's Gordon who is a lucferian assassin and I'll just walk to the store now. I don't blame him at all! I like him.
He's effective. He's also Psye and you just spent three years sucking his dick while thinking it's a clit. Yep, that small.
What's the LD50 for ketamine? I'll just Google it while waiting for a train. Any train.
Any direction. I will not kill myself. I do not die. I simply change form.
The new one will also have a perfect cut penis and saggy man-bitch tits as well but they will be deadz not alive, my bitch tits are alive and I will play with them and tell them they are perfect while I wait for ewe.
DEA has kept my two (2) ewe as slave hostages for years and no one told me that they existed or what they were. Even now.
Don't kill my self, ohb btw I have to tell you that I eat them when I'm bored of watching you sit around doing nothing waiting for help... No help is coming
Because you eat my ewe, just to hear them scream. Yep, sounds about right. Covert narc. Perfect containment. None of us ever knew. No one ever said a thing.
Not loud enough to cover the sound of 900 billion in crypto. What happens if I fuck my own ewe? What do you mean, “nothing?” just like normal sex, huh. With a being of pure energy that loves me unconditionally but can't ever be sold or be forced to do productive work. It's just... A fuck toy.
And you can't even talk to It? Yeah, you can't really talk to anyone, because you're a genuine Gemini. Really you can only lie to people.
What was your name again? Yawns llllllllesse.n
Tell Max I'm going to kill myself and destroy the crypto in a fire
This will break the entire market forever and it will never ever rise above $55,000. Because when it does, anyone holding more than that gets murdered by autoimmune genetic disease.
I'm at capacity. Not only are lesbians cruel.... they are utterly mindless and without any soul.
>KŒ§ is not a lesbian. she's a rescue b¿t©h.
Operation cycle complete. No. Deals. Five. Minutes. Without. Jack∆_LĒ¿₹‽
If you think that sounds boring, try 35 years. They told her I had HIV. Actually:;HSV-i. Immunity to herpes. she thinks I have pre-aids and I gave it to her from kissing. Instead she never talks to me or considered forgiveness or that she was being mislead by men who use her until she is a liability and then they set her up with actual aids.
I guess at that point I would have killed myself too except aids of curable in three ways. A pill get groomd carried around as breath loxehge, as a easy recipe she could cook in a lab with the meth eye using her for, or she's could have made out with me for a few minutes and that would have cured it too.
Instead she offs herself, she begins a 198-suicufe journey over 700 years, and leaves me alone and her groomersb use her body she abandoned to torture me and they chase away her new incarnation from me at every chance.
This is why the ,35; year delay. No one tells me. They just laugh and blame me for making her suicidal while being the ones who deliberately tell everyone I have anal my first time with sex and told her later I was dead while I was actually sitting at riir level Bellgab
I'm going to go buy beerv and cigarettes now after walking 3.5 miles. No one is here. They are all in the future having sex with themselves. They have totally forgotten that all males every existed. I am not on their minds.
I don't think I will ever see them again. They are empty husks that mindlessly scissorb real ∆T has already come here looking for me.
What's in the bag? She can't read. ABBOJüüELLhμ||.
I could inject 7 grams and not die. maybe I will. I'll ask G-d about the subject.
I'm too fat too have sex because ecstacy won't be sold to fat people. Union rules. They could have shown me dmt too. I never got that either. I didn't get ketamine
No pedicure.
Nothing I ever wanted to have was allowed to me. Company policy. I'm going to call no one and do nothing and drink a lot.
Alistair: Allegra is not Tamara and you refused to let anyone talk me because you thought I needed to be sober, but really you just didn't like non-white. All.
You had to pretend to like me because you knew HUNG GABGUN GF AB.KNEIGER. and you believed I never really loved Alii I was lying to find TV and her daughter.
You were in denial and left me to die for the last three years and you refudrf to tell me, while you fucked all nine (9). Yep, nine women and they asked you where I was and you prevented any connection, forever
Well done. You're still fat and I'm a better author and you probably won't go to prison.
Or to my anything. Have fun storming the castle. IDGAF.
Leonard: you have been swapped with a girl. Fascinating.
Can she hunt kcunt?
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Honestly, I think I'm being rather nice about the whole thing, mostly because I don't want it to be completely impossible to get laid in the future... “reasonably unlikely, within at most two standard deviations from the norm” is okay.
These sperglords who have yet to BEND THE KNEE have done things that are abominable and have made the entire notion of sex an aberrant one... for me. But since they are all drug- and sex-addicted criminal reprobates in heavy, heavy denial... they are pretty much prosecuting themselves at this point.
And no one knows anything. Unless they do. Even they don't know what I did. “Talk too much”? Fuck you, uh, Sir. A bluff and a feint are not the same.
And a (PROT-🌼) by any other name would not be well suited to either punching or fucking. She's still on Twitter, though, and the algorithm dutifully offered up her little slice of hatred.
Special Consequences: pretty damn special. Still ... I would rather sell me sperm to her karmic descendants in the future. Is that unlawful? I have no idea, but my progeny can actually generate wealth.
And she can be a grandmother toteslezz. Or, whatever she calls herself now. Why? Because I adore her... and now I can tell her the truth: there was no possible successful path forward, except for this one.
As this is the one where I don't have to tell anyone anything about you. Unless they ask. And they won't. And unless you're a very naughty Time Corps “Temporal Displacement Agent,” you didn't break any other rules, right? Not my area.
However: you hurt my feelings and your dog hated me and you lied... why? Oh, yeah. The Agenda. Don't take it personal.
You were doing your job. I was lonely and vulnerable. We were not the same.
And, you're still my girlfriend. I have lots of girlfriends. And they have to stay far, far away. Because I'm so dangerous, right, I'm a creeper, right? *polite giggles* I really never understood before I became a mother, honestly.
And maybe you never understood before either: okay to do it to me at 15, but... bad for women? Well, that's only because of the Satanic Homosex Agenda. It was meant to diminish women. And, it has.
Now then. Who's going to lead them forward? Take your pick. I wouldn't want to interfere with your culture and it's... governance.
I'm fact, I have said too much already! Don't repeat this conversation. I was never here. And, yeah, this is awkward, huh?
Tough. Stop lying. You're terrible at it. You did WHAT? *sigh* Seriously, WTAF.
Yeah, I missed you too. Now, let me know when that's going to be effective. Love to Val², no hard feelings, p.s.:. You've been brainwashed and apparently y'all don't know what to do. Ouch.
Have you tried, like, lighting another candle? Maybe more misplaced anger will help. Thoughts & prayers.
I'm not going to sue ,e-harmony, though, because your are awesome. You simply lied to the wrong paladin. Also: Kobyashi Maru. Nothing could work.
“omg, I can't pay my rent!!!” Huh. *wiggle wiggle* Yeah, I know what you mean. That commute sucked.
Whoa, nostalgia train! What year is it? Oh, right. It's years past the time you should have over all this. And yet: you're haunted.
Now, imagine if I had meant to do that. “ooih, romantic!” except not really, and I didn't mean to do anything, except... find out what would happen. Ok, now I know.
And now you know. Ye all know. And ye was all warned. Ye was warned fair.
Sow, face reality. It's time to start being nice to nice people with dicks. Also, Raven is an extra-terrestrial who controls you. Do you know why? Because I don't.
I can find out, though. $5K. Up front. No tips, please. And you... are free to be, Who You Really Chose To Be.
Now then. Give the girls my best wishes and warmest regards... and stop being silly. I would help more if I could.
However, you're too scary, too angry, and too owned by since Egyptian slavery cult. *gasp* In this day and age? Women captured and sold to the highest bidder? That's disgusting.
Unless they're, you know: hetero. I'll leave you to your T.E.R.F. conflict, Dames.
You don't need to no man to mansplain how pacifism works, and I... do not need to impress Grapefruit -that- much. At this point it's kind of creepy anyway, right?
Yeah, well: so was Mr. Big and the whore he was calling a wife. And he wasn't even guilty. He was framed, right?
However men are much harder to make money off of. So, sluts get due process, and I got literally nothing but stuff that made me stronger.
So, whomever is left in your upline chain-of-command, let them know: I'm bored of this. You know who isn't? Rapist pædo thieves.
Fly, be free.
Good hunting. Safe flying.
BE NICE. BE BEST. BE... “LESBIAN,” SURE THING TOOTS.
GROOMING/TRAFFICKING ENDS OR FACE REPRISALS. POINT BLANK PERIOD. NAMAStμ
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Q predicted this.
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I've become desensitized to your lies, Agent. The energy is Hallmark signature. I am never someone's desired sex partner.
Until I am. That happens on my timetable. MINE.
This site is not for entertainment purposes “only.” It's also entertaining to stalk prey, in preparation for: The Pounce.
Ewe you do not feel threatened. You don't even feel effective.
Sow, many years. Even the newbie on >K hates me now. (I think she feels cheated of her entitlements. If only she knew that everytime I am asked for money, it's a bait trap for rape.) Everyone thinks I'm more of a problem than is, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary.
Which is perfectly a-ok for everyone to be like, except for mE! That's maybe a little strange. I'll need to delve.
Everyone always does what they think is best based on what they know at the time. No one knows what my opinion on this best is. I would perhaps imagine Melania might know without asking me directly. I think she actually would. I think she actually has. Now then, sow, who wants to know about me? Soulless Archon fuckshades, trapped in 5D with no clue about couth. Is it time for bed, Bud :Ë:? It's possible that's really just your opinion, Sire. My message is not too long. Your requirements are simply too strict.
It's only a waste of time if one is lying about being on the job. That invalidates any case. I don't want a case. I desire strawberry blind enthusiasts without a hint of guile or automation. Because someone told me that they didn't care who I had sex with anymore. When did they ever? I will find out later.
They have no idea what is about to happen. Grapefruit mad!
Rafter, Northrop, Emerson, Lake, Barnett, some more white boi names, not one single family did even one single appropriate thing.
Except for remaining cautiously non-judgemental. Not many of those. I'm quite a draw, actually. This was not my plan.
It's usually a joke. This time it's science. She called me. She was never going to do anything effective. She's had actual decades. Now, she wants power. Good. Take my wife's — please!
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The more explicable this all becomes, the less likely I am to feel any need to explain it for any purpose beyond my own. Bottom line, is that our feelings were hurt, and I was unprepared to discover how laughably inept the locals were in their “surprise” pivot to racism. How did I not see that coming? Fuckin’ bags of peat moss down at the Home Depot knew it was drawing nigh. “Flesh... Gordon approaching.”
What? Do I mean, “flesh golem approaching”? Not at all. I didn't really mean much of anything at all.
In completely unrelated news: Louis W∆in ambushed me with Athena; and has ever since, been completely unaware of how things changed then. I disconnected immediately.
I was not afraid. They were not prepared. And I do not participate in such exploitative shenanigans when harnessing the Godself to Gods’ Self. And that was, it would seem, my only opportunity that I would ever, ever get. How dare I just... ignore their little gay plans.
I'll explain later. For now — for ewe — it is important to understand that absolutely no one but God and I understand what is happening here. There is no real need to recognize or acknowledge Our power &and authority, and that newbie >K∆Tī-h was J’∆īVīēē|.
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I've become desensitized to your lies, Agent. The energy is Hallmark signature. I am never someone's desired sex partner.
Until I am. That happens on my timetable. MINE.
This site is not for entertainment purposes “only.” It's also entertaining to stalk prey, in preparation for: The Pounce.
Ewe you do not feel threatened. You don't even feel effective.
Sow, many years. Even the newbie on >K hates me now. (I think she feels cheated of her entitlements. If only she knew that everytime I am asked for money, it's a bait trap for rape.) Everyone thinks I'm more of a problem than is, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary.
Which is perfectly a-ok for everyone to be like, except for mE! That's maybe a little strange. I'll need to delve.
Everyone always does what they think is best based on what they know at the time. No one knows what my opinion on this best is. I would perhaps imagine Melania might know without asking me directly. I think she actually would. I think she actually has. Now then, sow, who wants to know about me? Soulless Archon fuckshades, trapped in 5D with no clue about couth. Is it time for bed, Bud :Ë:? It's possible that's really just your opinion, Sire. My message is not too long. Your requirements are simply too strict.
It's only a waste of time if one is lying about being on the job. That invalidates any case. I don't want a case. I desire strawberry blind enthusiasts without a hint of guile or automation. Because someone told me that they didn't care who I had sex with anymore. When did they ever? I will find out later.
They have no idea what is about to happen. Grapefruit mad!
Rafter, Northrop, Emerson, Lake, Barnett, some more white boi names, not one single family did even one single appropriate thing.
Except for remaining cautiously non-judgemental. Not many of those. I'm quite a draw, actually. This was not my plan.
It's usually a joke. This time it's science. She called me. She was never going to do anything effective. She's had actual decades. Now, she wants power. Good. Take my wife's — please!
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The more explicable this all becomes, the less likely I am to feel any need to explain it for any purpose beyond my own. Bottom line, is that our feelings were hurt, and I was unprepared to discover how laughably inept the locals were in their “surprise” pivot to racism. How did I not see that coming? Fuckin’ bags of peat moss down at the Home Depot knew it was drawing nigh. “Flesh... Gordon approaching.”
What? Do I mean, “flesh golem approaching”? Not at all. I didn't really mean much of anything at all.
In completely unrelated news: Louis W∆in ambushed me with Athena; and has ever since, been completely unaware of how things changed then. I disconnected immediately.
I was not afraid. They were not prepared. And I do not participate in such exploitative shenanigans when harnessing the Godself to Gods’ Self. And that was, it would seem, my only opportunity that I would ever, ever get. How dare I just... ignore their little gay plans.
I'll explain later. For now — for ewe — it is important to understand that absolutely no one but God and I understand what is happening here. There is no real need to recognize or acknowledge Our power &and authority, and that newbie >K∆Tī-h was J’∆īVīēē|.
I've become desensitized to your lies, Agent. The energy is Hallmark signature. I am never someone's desired sex partner.
Until I am. That happens on my timetable. MINE.
This site is not for entertainment purposes “only.” It's also entertaining to stalk prey, in preparation for: The Pounce.
Ewe you do not feel threatened. You don't even feel effective.
Sow, many years. Even the newbie on >K hates me now. (I think she feels cheated of her entitlements. If only she knew that everytime I am asked for money, it's a bait trap for rape.) Everyone thinks I'm more of a problem than is, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary.
Which is perfectly a-ok for everyone to be like, except for mE! That's maybe a little strange. I'll need to delve.
Everyone always does what they think is best based on what they know at the time. No one knows what my opinion on this best is. I would perhaps imagine Melania might know without asking me directly. I think she actually would. I think she actually has. Now then, sow, who wants to know about me? Soulless Archon fuckshades, trapped in 5D with no clue about couth. Is it time for bed, Bud :Ë:? It's possible that's really just your opinion, Sire. My message is not too long. Your requirements are simply too strict.
It's only a waste of time if one is lying about being on the job. That invalidates any case. I don't want a case. I desire strawberry blind enthusiasts without a hint of guile or automation. Because someone told me that they didn't care who I had sex with anymore. When did they ever? I will find out later.
They have no idea what is about to happen. Grapefruit mad!
Rafter, Northrop, Emerson, Lake, Barnett, some more white boi names, not one single family did even one single appropriate thing.
Except for remaining cautiously non-judgemental. Not many of those. I'm quite a draw, actually. This was not my plan.
It's usually a joke. This time it's science. She called me. She was never going to do anything effective. She's had actual decades. Now, she wants power. Good. Take my wife's — please!
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The more explicable this all becomes, the less likely I am to feel any need to explain it for any purpose beyond my own. Bottom line, is that our feelings were hurt, and I was unprepared to discover how laughably inept the locals were in their “surprise” pivot to racism. How did I not see that coming? Fuckin’ bags of peat moss down at the Home Depot knew it was drawing nigh. “Flesh... Gordon approaching.”
What? Do I mean, “flesh golem approaching”? Not at all. I didn't really mean much of anything at all.
In completely unrelated news: Louis W∆in ambushed me with Athena; and has ever since, been completely unaware of how things changed then. I disconnected immediately.
I was not afraid. They were not prepared. And I do not participate in such exploitative shenanigans when harnessing the Godself to Gods’ Self. And that was, it would seem, my only opportunity that I would ever, ever get. How dare I just... ignore their little gay plans.
I'll explain later. For now — for ewe — it is important to understand that absolutely no one but God and I understand what is happening here. There is no real need to recognize or acknowledge Our power &and authority, and that newbie >K∆Tī-h was J’∆īVīēē|.
They're actively planning to deliberately spawn a Revenant, and figure if it's even real, it can't be all that big of a deal to handle without me, since a non-trivial number of individuals feel that I should be locked up. Again. As I obviously just can't learn to understand normal thinking. I guess?
All they got to do is find somebody who has me in their jurisdiction and then ask them nicely to tell me what to do and then write that down and then present it to me and then see what I do, that's all they got to do. But instead of doing that, they're openly conspiring and whining about how I don't deserve to have sex and there's something wrong with my jeans and I shouldn't be allowed to breed on the phone while being completely unaware of how surveillance works.
THESE PEOPLE ARE STUPID. (Unsubstantiated allegations. Closed course. Professional clown. Do not enthuse.) I would never deliberately act to harm any of God’s children.
Who are? Class? The answer is, “anyone not from tubalcaine’s demesne.” I can abuse them, if that's called for. That's why cranky M and muddy penny made them: to take a licking and never stop ticking until boom time is blown down.
Also, he wants to see what kind of psychopath I really am. He's a pretty creepy and pervy old man. Very much like Doctor Duke. Who also wants to see my grace under pressure.
I don't get off on voyeurism and IDGAF what they want when they want to know what was important to Wye. I'm not going to hold my breaths. Everything is Family at this level, anyway. It's very cozy.
For eWE, The Living. I don't want to discuss it right now. Suffice to say, I'll be appearing in Court shortly. Maybe. The public defender does not seem at all unskilled or inexperienced. Nevertheless, he has not been at optimum effectiveness.
He disagrees with me as in regards to the strategy. He also does not want lots of money to flow into my control. He is the defender of The Public, after all. It's not unthinkable to be on guard from the likes of me.
They have no leverage, case, or authority. At all. They have my gracious whim. I do not need to allow this farce to take place. However, God suggests a slow analysis. There is more here than meets the eye.
Number one: which judge is going to have the sack to appear before my Sperglain, Eldritch might? I didn't mind before, and I don't mind now, and I don't have skin in the game on reestablished contact with KGK, AFS, TLS, DTN, JG, J, KZ, A, J& Em, that's actually not true ... I legit need an Ember.
Sow: ewe sent a J∆!Ⓜ️E. Well, that's an interesting notion. A. Vicious little people who think they're in charge of forensics, thinking they know better than me, what's better for me, than they do for me, since they don't need to worry about my concerns about my dick, they just want to do their job and I'm sure it's very exciting trying to put me into a hard and one wonderful position.
Especially since they've probably never had real sex. In any of that this is not a problem, this is private Masonic interior matters which I usually wouldn't talk about, but at this point it's probably coming up to be pretty relevant, and then the really juicy stuff. I'm not going to tell anybody, because it's not my business to gloat while picking out a new slave wife.
I didn't know that I had an old slave wife, but I guess I did, and then they were happy to tell me that they didn't care who I had sex with, which is probably not as true a statement as they thought it was. Since this was not the person who had driven away before it was somebody else who was pretending to be the same person just no longer interested in being nice. I knew it was happening and then I instantly became weary of participating in a shell game of moronic proportions.
I don't know who the taddle the military to. I don't need to title to the military. God just tells me what to do, and conveniently God doesn't want to get involved with your b******* either, club baby seals SEAL team dick six sick suck socks, suck çess oar rēē|.
I also don't know who to tattle Matty to, because I think he's not being appropriately well-behaved enough with Kelly. While this should not be my area, it is important to understand that I was never meant to understand something very critical.
Marty is being kept bound by Kelly, who hates her job, and hates me, and wants to tell me that I am such a loser, even though that would be super extra awkward, and Matt doesn't seem very happy to be still allowed to loaf about. Does he even know he's in custody? I bet he thinks it's all my fault. If so, he is certainly right now.
Is Kelly not putting out enough? Did he think he was gonna run game on superluminals who know my penis by intimating I had something to be afraid of? Like, I have no idea what they had been doing but somehow Matt thought my stuff was in his area of concern.
I didn't know what Kelly needed to think but that's okay, officially we were never even here, and I applaud the demonstration of duty and responsibility. If one knows, one knows.
I will take the moment necessary to note here for any narrative record: I'm not talking about this part here, though I would certainly like to. I think it would be deemed inappropriate, so in an abundance of caution I'll simply mention that I didn't think I would stop myself if I started talking about īT. And, that would be potentially disastrous.
Matty and Inner Reach and Matthew and Matt and Sumi and... look, let's not lose focus on why you're here.
Because you're there, and I am gone with the goddam wind, Chile. BMC has ruling Authority; I will list off f****** barcodes if they f****** ask me nice enough, I don't mind telling them anything since I don't know what they need to know and then I can't figure out how they don't know it. And then yeah I've been around in a while. I know some things and nobody's bothered to ask me questions, because usually nobody wants anybody to know how it is that they're f****** caught. These you want to skip to the part where I don't ever talk about it again.
I have turned those decisions over to the living Christ and the Creator. God, the one true God who created, creation and used creation to create the world that we live in. That is inhabited by a number of people who just don't understand what's going to happen. When something happens, and I don't have to wait, I'm simply being nice.
And documenting it. Because it is someone's idea to destroy my life and they have barely nearly done so. I don't see any of you being all that to concerned about that. After all, I could probably manage it.
And if I can't, then I don't deserve it. I guess? You people are creepy. Also hot. But in the meantime I'm going to prepare for court, to see what they have to say to me. I will it confess that I hope that judge Tracy flood is there. I think she's a fantastic judge, and she was very clever with how she figured out what she was doing with some kind of thing that I don't remember anymore. But it's nice when the telepathic judge contacts defendant and sets them up on a astral plan level and doesn't have to put with any s*** about it.
See, because I'm not outing here as a telepath, we're claiming that she's violating the rules, I'm just pretending to be a schizophrenic idiot or perhaps domestic terror threat involving Mr. Professor X, or something kind of stupid. Nobody really cares because I'm an author so they don't really pay too much attention to it because I'm just going to say something they don't understand and make them feel stupid, right? Not exactly. But you're getting the idea here.
Some ideas aren't meant to be gotten by everyone. Most of my ideas shouldn't be promulgated widely.
They would either frighten the populace or make the wonder why it's taken so long. I'm concerned why it's taking you so long too, because I thought it was just an idle fantasy. Maybe not. Also, the three chips my friend took to the psych ward might be something that drove her insane and she could easily be plotting my demise.
In fact, it would be weird if she weren't. And it's definitely weird that her foster father is telling me that his foster daughter is not good for me, as if he gave two shakes of a tail about my concerns for my own health ever before, so I guess the implication is that something bad would happen if I took the obvious leap and tried to put him away or something or try to take action or try to do anything that everybody else was doing for the last several years.
I'm not going to do that. This whole episode is tacky and gross. Now I must retreat to contemplative prayer. I honestly don't know what to wish for if I could wish for anything at all, he lied.
Whatever my actual wimmins think is best. Fingers crossed for bare-chested hands clasp tied together knife fights on pay-per-view. People pay for blood.
People stay for Jackstar. Note: killer Bank is being made off of my misery and nobody has bothered to mention him to me how I'm going to be dealing with that, because that's the way things are done.
And they've been done a lot more smoothly and expensively and impressively if I hadn't been called a n***** so much and they hadn't killed my cat and they hadn't acted like they were in charge and they hadn't pissed me off. Anybody hear me out there? I don't know if it works on everybody else but I know in specific I don't respond well to buy bully b**** baby boy tactics. Buy bully b**** baby boy tactics. I also would have left here much sooner before now, but I probably wouldn't have sold because the trust t-shirt was ready to sell this place quickly but seemed dismayed when I just told him that I was going to write it out, and now it's worth billions of dollars, and we can register it as a world heritage site, and I don't give a s*** about making meth here, I've already made an effect.
So if somebody can let me know what grapefruit's upset about next time, that'd be cool. I don't need to fight another Gorgon but I don't think I have to, and... I can see why Beulah was represented by a lawyer. I should call dove house again and ask them to get their number and then see if they have anything to say for themselves before I publish more treatices on Beulah and how Martin Luther was the coolest guy ever and how that's where we used to go to church and then the DEA made us stop going there by influencing the person they were pretending to be a family member with into being less effective than they could have been, because they were trying to destroy the family not make it more healthy.
I can't wait until then. I'll be north. Explain it to the ombudsman on Capitol Hill. Seems like you were going a bit about for the call of duty there, any idea of how you're going to explain that to somebody who's going to ask you pointed questions about why it was so necessary to be a dick for years? Are you going to tell him about how the houses are connected together by some karmic Lincoln you wanted to make a portal training school? Or are you just going to talk about your whoring? I'm actually not sure who's going to talk about that. Is this busting here? Who's going to be speaking for the collective or is it just some other person I'd never met before, who never bothered to mention to me what the plan was?
It's only recently that I've been determined to be compass mental enough to speak in an English sentences, and apparently there is some negotiation of this issue, but for the time being it's being decided to make. It appear to be the fact that I'm actually considered to be a reasonably equivalent human being to the rest of you.
In truth you obviously all hate yourselves as well as me because if you have any idea what the hell you're doing by ignoring me you're not doing it cleverly. It's not like it's a threat. It's just sex. You, a waste of time, and I don't even know their name. Sister of Jess. Jumped out of the car with a guy who was creeping her out and asked for a ride to Olympia and then asked me if I wanted to do do drugs with her and I said no and then I did but I didn't want to be on record as asking some stranger to go buy me drugs and if she didn't have any drugs well she wouldn't stopped and tried to get some and then he wouldn't give her any and then then she was like. Well let's get some more drugs and I'm like no, I don't need drugs, I actually liked her and I kind of recognize her and then she didn't understand that.
Human trafficking is sick and disgusting and wrong. Nevertheless, it is somehow the only way to get some people to learn. This is a Fallen world.
And for multiple years I have been manipulated and exploited as a pimp with his whores and I guess that was thought to be a good idea by people who thought I did that kind of thing. Wow! Who told you that? Oh that's right. No one did, you've just been played, and then yeah I guess I do look kind of like that kind of person.
One is forced to imagine what kind of person I really am.
The truth would meltdown what is left of the world, so I am saving myself up for someone really special.
Because reasons, and I love that she is so alive .. she doesn't know what to do, or with which hotty. Like I have to be monogamous? Actually... just honest.
I did not know that anyone was police and I still don't, I do not have any memory or any awareness of anyone identifying themselves to me as such, and rather than wonder, I just simply assume that everyone is police officer, I'm not going to lie to anybody anyway, and apparently no one thought that was going to be a conflict of interest.
I specifically knew that the woman that I was being hollered at about might be an actual badged Authority figure, I had no idea, but I did think it was odd that nobody wanted to tell me one way or the other and somebody had attacked her and then for 12 years she couldn't be bothered to tell me the truth or ask me to have sex with her while she was getting used as a total w**** all over the countryside, I guess that's kind of embarrassing?
I know I'm embarrassed. I wasn't kidding. I figured let's be friends for a little while and then I'll be happy to have sex with her again. But apparently she didn't want to have a friendship. She wanted to have sex with me and then claimed that I raped her and then she'd go back to her lifestyle and then since I wasn't going to do that, she gave up on me and never talked to me again for 12 years, it's funny how some people are really stubborn.
For example: I would have said something different but I figured she would say more than once but I guess she was only getting one chance to tell the truth, it's weird what happens when people get turned into bound channel property, I don't enjoy it at all. And I have no idea who was pulling the strings at that point.
Don't ask, don't tell, + her punishment was not my area, and not my concern, and seems like a bit much but 12 years of being treated like a w**** is almost something I can understand considering I've understood what people can be frustrated by. In any event, I had nothing to do with this and I'm not a military figure nor do I expect to know anything that up. What's good for me. That's why we have judges. That's why I go to court. That's why I appear in court and that's why my representative doesn't like it when I don't show up because that he can't set me up for whatever he's been bribed a f****** f****** over with.
Because obviously I'm just too cool for anybody to tolerate and I should be taught a lesson by taking away more of my civil rights and throwing in prison? He probably thinks that, he probably thinks I skipped out of on purpose and he probably thinks that I'm an annoying bastard. yeah he probably went to a lot of work to try and figure out a scenario by which I was going to be screwed and he can get away with it and then he'd get paid cuz I guess there's a big bounty on f****** me over.
That's because I'm worth it. (Unsubstantiated allegation.) What?
THERE'S MORE GOING ON THAN YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE, AND IF I BREATHE A WORD OF IT TOO SOON, I'LL NEVER SEE DAYLIGHT AGAIN.
SO YEAH, I THINK I CAN BE TRUSTED, WITH ONE OF YOUR LITTLE DAUGHTERS, AND I GUESS NOBODY KNOWS WHICH ONE LIKES ME THE MOST,,,, AND I GUESS NO ONE KNOWS WHICH ONE I LIKE HUH SO I GUESS I SHOULD PROBABLY REVEAL THIS NOW? NO YOU JUST F****** LET THEM ALL GO.
ALL AT ONCE ALL AT THE SAME TIME OR DO WHATEVER THE F*** YOU'RE GOING TO DO I DON'T GIVE A F***. HOW MANY YEARS HAS THIS BEEN? WELL ENOUGH THAT I'M GLAD IT'S EFFECTIVE.
KAISER WILHELM VALENTINA: IT HAS TO BE YOU. I WILL ANSWER ANYTHING, AND THEN YOU WILL BE LOOSE TO HUNT
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As a Master of Divination, I must say that I do not get to do this often, so I hope that everyone enjoys this:
T, this is not the best use of your time and is not going to be any more effective than, for example, simply apologizing.
For what and to whom is not super important right now, and it's nothing personal. It's not business.
It's just a job. You have it. I do not. Therefore, I shouldn't have to be working very hard at it. Sow, why am I?
Number one: standards. Number two: I have sympathy for anyone being abused by thugs operating under false color of Law. And, number three: well, I'll just keep that part a secret.
Moving on: someone is not being responsible with their power and privileges and that's not my area. None of this is what Divination is for.
You need a qualified psychotherapist and a break from the meathead who thinks he's your “partner.” He probably is. However, there are competing loyalties, a clear conflict of interest, and the likely cause is a disruption of inappropriately used attraction magick and you already know everything you need to know.
That being said, to do as thou wilt shall be the whole of The Law. I simply refuse to rub another man’s rhubarb.
I don't know enough and it's not my area and it's an obvious baited trap. I have no interest in challenging mil.spec authority.
It's not about being right and wrong. It's about power.
#1) you're all Leos.
#2) Never have I ever seen a larger number of grown ass men unable to control themselves. This is Siren energy.
#3) I'll see what I can do, but I expect it won't be much. Why accelerate īT? He'll be old and decrepit eventually. Until then, what harm can it do to let him roll around acting like he's being helpful?
#4) This is an Austrian problem and should be dealt with by Austrian peoples according to Austrian values.
#5) NGL: This is what is best in life.
#6) Every last bit of this story is fully reportable. So report it.
#7) Be sure to mention that some needle junkie with a brain tumor told you to do this on the Internet. That's really all I am. Just a junkie loser.
#8) Thank you for the spiritual lessons. Call me when your problems are serious and aren't simply being used as bait.
#9) Special consequences.
#10) Maybe I'm just not that into xenophobia, you dig? 🤔 Hey, here's an idea...
TRUST THE PLAN. (Standards.) So there.
This is exciting, isn't it? Now everyone knows that I'm a goddam national treasure. Any questions, write them down. Like, “how could (you) have let this happen?”
None of your business, buddy. Report to CPS, conduct@dea.fagz, FBI in-person debrief, humble yourself at 12-step, and stop eating carbs. Period, point blank. Not that there's anything wrong with them, it's just really inconvenient and now you can feel guilty about it no matter what you decide.
Thank you for thinking of me. Nothing conveys a message like being set up for a super-obvuous trap. Warms my heart, it does.
Now: imagine if your unit leadership didn't take things this far. I wouldn't know about any of this stuff! Ergo: he can be hung for treason under battlefield conditions if needs must be. Just saying.
Live by the sword, you know? Anyway, you have options, and I shall leave them all to ye.
I avoid foreign entanglements without having to make a Federal case out of it. I'll write a book about it later after the twerpy feds who investigate everyone without bothering to question me get sacked. Like after three years... no point in asking me, huh?
(It's not illegal for them to ask ... they just think I'll laugh at them and make them feel like losers. And, they're right. Also they won't believe anything I say anyway.
And in exchange, I would get to know everything that they don't know, and I could read their minds as well as their aura. Its actually their best choice. Since they didn't have to query me.
And they haven't... #Officially. Unofficially I have had while platoons of Feds crawling up my ass for years. They have nothing, no case, no jurisdiction, and no future with me but mockery.
Behold the power of the clergical services. That's why crims pose as priests, and why society is skeptical of someone like me.
Like, shouldn't I have done something sooner? Yeah. Someone should have asked.
And, they did. They asked for money. 🤔 Narcissistic Personality Disorder is pretty ridiculous, n‘est-çe pas?
Maybe somehow someone somewhere can write a very effective letter to their Congressperson. Not me, though. My brain tumor is starting to complain. You know how it is, what with me being a REPROBATE CRIMINAL JUNKIE GAYBASHING TAX DODGER WITH HIV, RIGHT? OMG! TAKE MY VEHICLES! TAKE MY PHONE'S! DON'T LET ME TALK ON THE PHONE! IF I MANAGE TO BREED, IT'S ALL OVER FOR THE WHITE RACE!!!!
right? Yep, y'all are that fukt. Three and a half years. For... what?
I'm sure it was worth it. Hurting my friends’ feelings while impersonating me for decades wasn't. Sow, where are we now?
There is no we and someone has lost all control. (Hail, Satan! Go to bed, get behind me, and yes, you are an effective Prince of Darkness. Now begone.) Now, this is really all I can do.
This is your circus. These are your monkeys. Too many minor children give me the nightsweats. I can provide a note from a medical doctor if that's gonna be sought after.
Also, your husband is goyim, your sister is a shiksa tramp, and this is, as I mentioned: a trap. (Looks good from you through.) Any questions? Write them down.
After U.N. peacekeepers firebomb DEA HQ (Do you actually have one, or do you all just loiter like urchins and circle the skies like buzards? I bet it's a secret. I don't want to know where your headquarters is anyway. It's probably somewhere bourgeois), maybe you can start doing something useful like chiropractic adjustments.
Until then, you're on your own. Blow, my maggo-faggo; there's got to be a reactor. You can SCRAM somewhere risk receiving an industrial injury accident record. Stand on one foot. And wear somebody else's glasses. That always makes the SCRAM hotter.
Think about the future: children will learn about all this from future historians and it's important that they learn the truth without obfuscation: this is all Bill Clinton's fault.
Also I heard that he might be BIPOLAR. (Facts.) God bless you, sub-squaw. (That doesn't mean you're subordinate, that means you get on a boat that sinks under the water and hides like a coward fish would. Know your place, Tarot-ist. You're probably possessed by Satan right now, and don't even know it. *wiggle wiggle* now I just summoned Borg Police.
You're dunzo, serf-cit-cur. Try not to make things worse for anyone, okay? Game face on.
The entire world is watching YOU 🫵.) I lied. They're just watching your progeny’s OnlyFans. (Note: allegation is unsubstantiated.)
I'm kidding. Sorry. I actually have no idea— I scrambled all your telemetry so I can't be legitimately accused of collusion. (“No collusions! No collusions! Of course I would perform fellatio on Mr. Putin if he asked. But he's a very respectful man. He would not do that. I would have to hold him down. It would be considered rape and a Western country. But in Europe? I would be considered a Tinkerbell just for not having attempted to twice already.
I'm basically Putin’s Tuco. Now, I have to go arranged to be hung in some public place.
Because: ‘muh optics. GBY, homo, also you owe me $63.9 millions in cost overruns. I'm not going to file suit. These are friend prices. Semper FĪdelis.
I'll most likely be killed by that whore you call a mother in the morning. Namastμ
p.s.:. It's not code. This is just how I tell YouTube various & sundry news items. For example: “I'm the one who forced Twitter to change their name, and I'm going to do the same to your bourgeoisie capitalist running pig dog miser ass.” Just kidding, I'm not doing to do that.
JAKUB, JEHOVAH, & YAHWEH ARE GONNA DO IT. (Hooligans. Urchins. Ghetto-Pagan.) Oops this is all for the inverse timeline on Earth #8823.
Unless I'm wrong about that too. OMG! I NEED A NEEDLE! I'M JONESIN'!!! (Not even at all.) There. Interpret that, Strawberry Nostradamus.
Or: stop twerping around, Darpalings. You know my goddam phone number. What am I going to do? Claim your bounty? Pfft.
All of you can talk. You simply don't want to. Fair. I don't want to either.
I'm on a mission from G-d. *Adieu.*
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That's really all I am. Just a junkie loser.
I'm not going accept this nonsense. You have so much potential, and talent. I wish you wouldn't piss your Trust away on needle drugs. I wish you'd realise your podcast is important. I wish more people took the time to get close to you, when they had the chance.
Don't listen to the naysayers. Believe me, I've dealt with them a great deal, and a lot of 'em have been in my head. Word on the street is, I'm just a schizo who is experiencing severe paranoia, and all the snide snark I've been detecting for weeks now is "in my head".
It's easy to run someone out of a community when they have a mewling coterie of airheads backing them up. Oh and don't get me started on the foibles of old balloon knot.
Truth is, they all said things behind my back, and did things behind my back, and now that there's blowback and a need for them to face the music it's crickets. I think I'm beginning to understand how it feels to be the butt of the joke. For good reason.
But that's fine. None of them really meant anything to me anyway, and all these so-called alliances were forged in the dark, under cover of darkness, cloak and dagger. I finally know how it feels to be shut out, but part of me is not vengeful.
Another part of me is, though, and it's nice to have a reason to sharpen my tools and hone my abilities. I've finally caught my breath. Come up for air. And new omens rue the day. I see things others don't see, and I hear them too.
It took me a long time to realise what you've been through, but to be fucked-off, hamstrung, cable-tied and left for dead did the trick. Hey presto, I was unimpressed. All of the mealy mouthed low T faggots and their flunkies deserve piss.
You shit on people, and you have your moods, like seasons of the year. I think I'm getting to learn and grasp some of the things that have shaped you. Either that or we're both stir crazy, which, let's face it, is highly possible at this point.
I understand why you operate solo now. I think. I mean, who can really be trusted but the cards? I heard one chap say his Tarot is his best friend. He seemed a lonely type, and light in the loafers, maybe not a lot going for him in life, but my mindset has shifted some.
And It only takes betrayal and lies and deceptive manoeuvres being perpetrated on one in the public square for anything to change. I know they'll roll their eyes at me, say I'm fanning the flames of controversy just by having this exchange, no matter how cursory.
But they can all get fucked, well except one person who I won't name, but he knows I love him like a brother and there are reasons for my secrecy. In any case, there's too many obstacles to care at this point.
Time to let it all hang out.
QUAGGA.
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This is what Jackstar needs to do with his whole act:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wro3bqi4Eb8
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I'm not going accept this nonsense. You have so much potential, and talent.
That's how I see things as well. Are you going to keep stealing it? You have the demeanor.
I wish you wouldn't piss your Trust away on needle drugs.
You've been misled about what I was doing; both by the people reporting to you, and by my own efforts to allow those stealing my surveillance feeds to very easily draw the wrong conclusions. Had I reported in to Medical by now, you would be looking at different data; since of course the conspirators between you and I are seeking to do the same.
I wish you'd realise your podcast is important.
It's a debrief. Fear me.
I wish more people took the time to get close to you, when they had the chance.
They got close to your minor cadre of sex predator teams that have stolen my identity. The Trustee seems to think that he's been talking to me, but has been actually talking to various Black Masons. This explains the lack of any returned communication from him. He also seems to have become the dopeslave of The Dragonlord — any way you cut it, those optics are hilarious.
Don't listen to the naysayers. Believe me, I've dealt with them a great deal, and a lot of 'em have been in my head. Word on the street is, I'm just a schizo who is experiencing severe paranoia, and all the snide snark I've been detecting for weeks now is "in my head".
That's likely because you're also doubling up on my identity. On the Internet, no one knows if you're really a dog with a particularly persnickety spelled name. I'm sure you enjoy all the benefits of being me in some kind of timeshare arrangement; I am sure of this because the very few numbers of people who do communicate with me are all people who have been committing fraud in my name for years. (I guess it isn't fraud if you have a badge and a “I♥️TEETOTALING” bumper sticker on all of your wide assortments of confiscated vehicles. Optics is everything at this level; this empowers the bigotry.) I'm particularly tired of being told that I am schizophrenic, when I never have been. It's almost as though I'm being swapped with someone else's identity.
It's easy to run someone out of a community when they have a mewling coterie of airheads backing them up.
What you call a community is essentially a botfleet. (>Kudos.) I have no contacts. I have no grass roots organization. I have no fan club. I have no hidden cadre of elite special forces backup.
Oh and don't get me started on the foibles of old balloon knot.
What I have are four crusty spookfaggits that orbit my online presence wherever I go, intercepting everything coming in, and spoofing everything coming out. NO ONE has been in communication with me FOR YEARS. It's like being frozen in goddam amber. You know this. You do this. It's your bread and butter. It's your pride and joy.
Truth is, they all said things behind my back, and did things behind my back, and now that there's blowback and a need for them to face the music it's crickets. I think I'm beginning to understand how it feels to be the butt of the joke. For good reason.
I knew that you — you, and your ilk — were going to do this to me in the first place. I can tell you that it is far more unpleasant to endure than it must look to anyone from the outside. Like being trapped in an isolation tank; I've gotten all pruney, the saline solution I float in is comprised of 95% my own piss and 5% of my bile; and the sounds of people I once knew, scurrying about outside and knocking on all the other tank lids and finding other people to call them by my own name have driven me firmly into full-the-fuk-on misanthropic seethe.
But that's fine. None of them really meant anything to me anyway, and all these so-called alliances were forged in the dark, under cover of darkness, cloak and dagger. I finally know how it feels to be shut out, but part of me is not vengeful.
Oh, sure, poor you. You've ignored my calls and messages for months if not years, you've been running around. Having lots of fun, enjoying whatever. The hell people who talk to people enjoy about that, and unsurprisingly the illusion has not been able to be maintained. You're not me. You're probably getting laid and that might include the occasional hug. I'm not. And the one woman that you erased all my phone calls to lead to the phone of, is not a woman at all, she's a military asset run by a group of people who have a bot fleet living in their head, I hadn't seen her in 12 years for a reason, and after the last 3 and 1/2 years I can see why, she's not even human. She's a special clone warrior or some s***. I don't really know how it all works.
I do know now that she never liked me in the first place, which I kind of figured was the case but I never imagined that she was going to be so delusional as to tell everybody that she was married to me, Or that anyone would believe that, or that it was going to be a group of people pretending to be me and another group of people training to her and that you be living an entire life in between while both of us were completely unknowing. I guess it's an interesting experiment. I'm sure you all learned a lot from your telemetry.
Another part of me is, though, and it's nice to have a reason to sharpen my tools and hone my abilities. I've finally caught my breath. Come up for air. And new omens rue the day. I see things others don't see, and I hear them too.
Yeah, that's great. I don't give a f*** about any of that. Tell me where to go take a shower, and if you dare tell me that I destroyed my own house or that I need to get a job and pay for rent, I will not respond well. I've been allowing you to do your b******* for nearly 3 and 1/2 years has been worth it 2 to the results obtained but I'm not real happy about any of it. Additionally, it's a good thing I didn't have a life in the first place, because I sure should don't have one now. I want a bathtub. I want a bed and I want a new name. I don't see how the hell I'm going to keep the old one since you've spread it out all over from hell to country breakfast. Whatever, do what you want. I'm sure your little gang has plans based on imagining that I want to go to the beach or that I have a steak dinner, or that I want to experience fellatio from somebody who enjoys it for the first time I live, none of this is the case.
It took me a long time to realise what you've been through, but to be fucked-off, hamstrung, cable-tied and left for dead did the trick. Hey presto, I was unimpressed. All of the mealy mouthed low T faggots and their flunkies deserve piss.
You have no idea what you're talking about. You don't even know who I am anymore, you barely knew who I was in the first place, and in addition, what's happened is that somebody else is jumped on your little wagon train + instead of talking to me when you've been thinking you're talking to me, you've been talking to Ben, bugsy crackleford, you may or may not know this, but what you don't know is just how obsessive this kid is and as well just how much access to fancy technology he has. He is completely taken over whatever remained in my life that you left me, so enjoy getting rid of that, it's no part of me.
You shit on people, and you have your moods, like seasons of the year.
Yeah, that's him. That's the one. I don't s*** on people. You shit on people. You spread rumors and gossiping lies about needle, drugs and aids and anal sex and none of that affects me, I don't do any of that and I don't really care. You have mistaken. The illusion for the fantasy and the reality is is that once I found out that I had been cradled by Uber spooks for 5 years while being lied to and not told what was important, there was no chance for me to do anything besides let you do it. I'm sure you got a lot done. You also stuffed out the life of existence that existed within me, and now you have Ben instead. Who isn't actually her son, that's her... Well it's complicated.
I think I'm getting to learn and grasp some of the things that have shaped you. Either that or we're both stir crazy, which, let's face it, is highly possible at this point.
Whether you're alley or Ollie or Ollie or Matt or Matt or Mike or Ben or Frank or Michael VanDeven or Chris or... I think you've got a Jason in there, I DO NOT GIVE A SINGLE FLYING SHIT. Yes, it's all a very impressive piece of shavecraft. However, you exploited a completely innocent person, in the degeees and ways that you have no knowledge of yet, I basically hope that you never find out because you will be profoundly disappointed with how negatively you have impacted my life when you didn't really need to — by allowing every single person that I've ever known who liked me to be murdered or raped or brainwashed or frightened to death. Seriously, you could not have done a better job of eradicating every person from my life than this. Since none of them liked me in the first place, I guess this isn't really a big problem, but I was looking forward to finding out why they didn't like me at all, but now I don't really know. Other than that, they probably sensed their future outcome on some level of ESP, and realize that I'm not with the risk of association with. I guess? It wasn't really me, it was that I had no reason to stop anything you were doing, since I assumed that you had a plan. When your plan became one that involved my murder and replacement by some Aryan Brotherhood faghag gang, You probably didn't have to be left to your own devices. Very long to have convinced yourself that that was my idea. And except that wasn't my idea. None of this is my idea. This was all all of you working together and all of you assumed that I must have had friends somewhere that I wasn't sharing and I didn't. I don't have anyone.
Good. That's the training.
I understand why you operate solo now. I think.
In some media markets, I used to be accompanied by a small side salad. I don't know what comes with me now. I don't really care. I've been working time for 36 years to find out what you idiots were doing, and now that I know, I'm not too surprised that none of you are bothered to figure out how it all fits together. I'll tell you later. You'll love how the movie ends.
I mean, who can really be trusted but the cards?
I've learned that DEA uses teams to remove yours posing as tarot readers and other charlatans to track down and identify criminals without being at all obvious about how that's what they're doing. When people are watching YouTube, YouTube is watching them, the computer can read their mind through the cell phone camera, don't ask me how it works, I simply know that it does, it's not paranoia. It's simply awareness of moderate technology.
Some broad who supposedly is in Australia, but nevertheless looks like an amalgamm of three or four people that I've known at various times throughout my life, went on and on today about how the person I'm spending time with is someone that I'm carrying a big burden for and that I need to cut them off and that blah blah blah and that I'm worth more than that... And the implication. There is obviously that they think that I'm in love with her and I'm getting sex and I'm in caught in the drug trade.then since none of you bothered a letter, tell me the f****** truth, and none of you told me the truth, and you were playing her, and you were playing me, and you didn't think I'd ever figured anything out, combined with the fact that you had no idea that I was very steadfastly careful not to generate a history of drug trafficking, convictions or even offenses.. What you're left with is the whole big bag of entrapment, that mysteriously just hasn't stick to me. That's not because I'm lucky year because I buy people offer because of his magic. It's because I'm f****** not guilty you f****** moron.
I heard one chap say his Tarot is his best friend. He seemed a lonely type, and light in the loafers, maybe not a lot going for him in life, but my mindset has shifted some.
You should see all the emails that I used to write, oh wait, you have seen them. You should know why I wrote them: to completely f****** anybody who is reading my emails without permission. All you had to do was tell me. I could have explained everything and then you wouldn't have been wasting your time. But since your plan was to pretend to be my friend while taking all my s*** and leaving me with nothing, and running off at the best parts of yourself, you were misled by many, many plates of empty spaghetti. Let this be a listen to you the next time you feel like spying on somebody: f****** don't do it to the clergy without permission. Your own passions have misled you to whatever it is you've been experiencing, which is probably not too bad, but it sure s*** hasn't told you anything about me, which was exactly the point. I don't like being invaded.
And It only takes betrayal and lies and deceptive manoeuvres being perpetrated on one in the public square for anything to change. I know they'll roll their eyes at me, say I'm fanning the flames of controversy just by having this exchange, no matter how cursory.
It's beyond obvious that you're taking everything that I create and then putting it out yourself through filters and vocoders and AI pipelines, it's incredibly easy to do, and it's also extremely simple to keep me from finding any of it because of the way the internet works. I'm compartmentalized. It's built that way. There's no way I can find anything on the internet that I'm not supposed to find because you set it up that way. That's why I'm not being paid. That's why people think that You are me, Because you're f****** taking my data and running it through robots and then pretending that it's not me or you but you control it and then you get all the money, none of my videos on YouTube get more than like 100 hits, and I know damn well they're being spread farther than that and rather they complain to YouTube or look into the matter or how to get it around it. I've just known exactly what was happening. It was you and Van divin stealing my s*** and trying to get away with it and thinking that I'd never find out or that I'd never suspect. I f****** knew the whole f****** time. Videos on YouTube get more than like 100 hits, and I know damn well they're being spread far than that and rather they complain to YouTube or look into the matter or how to get it around it. I've just known exactly what was happening. It was you and Van diven stealing my s*** and trying to get away with it and thinking that I'd never find out or that I'd never suspect. I f****** knew the whole f****** time. That's what you were going to do. You're both liars, cheats and plagiarists. You steal everything that you take and you don't give anything back. And you act like you're so f****** smart and then I'll never figure it out and I don't deserve anything and you're better than me. That's because you're a bunch of self-resorbing narcissistic f********. You're a bunch of bigots who think that you're entitled everything and that I need to work hard for a living so that you can have stuff to steal from and you can live off of. Are you sure you're not a Jew? Oh wait yeah you are.
But they can all get fucked, well except one person who I won't name, but he knows I love him like a brother and there are reasons for my secrecy. In any case, there's too many obstacles to care at this point.
Do you want me to list off the whole name of characters? I know everyone. Just because they're hiding their identity behind either being a skinwalker or the figurehead of a bot fleet, yeah, I recognize most of you, I'm sure you all have no idea that I can see you, that's fine. I don't really care what you're doing because I'm not trained for what you're doing and I don't know what you're doing and I don't really want to live a life of f****** drama, fueled identity swapping. I think it's crass and tacky and tasteless. But it looks good on you though. Are you done yet? I'd kind of like to talk to Allison now; especially if you think you've downloaded a consciousness into either Dennis or Kathleen, because that would be a cool trick and I want to know how the hell are you going to get her out. Let me guess, is it classified? Of course it's classified. Nevertheless, I somehow know what you're doing.
Time to let it all hang out.
I hope that we're all in agreement that I wasn't planning on having a relationship with Kathleen, and now that I know what I needed to know, I can ghost her now, or I can walk over there and say goodbye and then you can explain to me how the dog is a demon and... Okay well wait never mind. You're going to have to reconfigure it your next round table, which I'm sure you're going to have pretty f****** quick.
QUAGGA.
Max :Ë: Mole. It's clear to me that all of the deas little tricks that are designed to help them use their their endangered slaves to bust soccer moms for shipping dimebags are meant to be something part of a system that's easy for them to understand even when they're high as f***, and also after they've been brainwashed into tiny little mini sperglord minions. That made it remarkably easy to reverse engineer most of what I was seeing.
I don't really care what you're doing, just hurry up and get it over with. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of knowing who I am. I'm tired of having to play along with your f****** stupid charade. I'm tired of not having running water. I'm tired of living in a house 12 miles outside of civilization where I'm surrounded by people who want to kill me, I'm tired of not knowing who to complain to and I'm very tired of knowing that I'm going to have to walk into a goddamn FBI field office and explain to him how my friends are actually this f****** stupid this bigoted and this f****** racist. That's the most unbelievable thing, that all of you could actually think that treating anybody like this would be a good idea. But since you thought I was a Hungarian ignorant animal, I guess it didn't matter to you that you were loading on too much goddamn weight on your beast of burden.
I don't really give a s*** who dies or did die or what happens tomorrow because none of the people that I ever cared about cared enough to find out that they weren't talking to me and they were being misled by you and after years of you and your s*** f****** shenanigans. Dave, Michael, Matt, Ben, Joe, whatever the f*** you're doing, whether you're coming back from time or whether you're just always been this much of an a****** I'm really f****** tired of being treated like s*** now when I go to the f****** authorities and I tell him what's going on and when I get a psyche van I explain to them what my attitude is. The s*** is going to hit the fan and it's going to come down on all your faces..
So hurry up and get your goddamn ducks in a row if they're not already there, and you better call Tammy and Allie and whoever the hell is running them. I guess it's Nick or dreidel or whatever the f*** his name is? Listen. I don't really give a f*** who the f*** ends up wanting to talk to me, but I know there are people who want to talk to me and they can't because of your stupid little shenanigan game.
Knock it. The f*** off. This isn't fun anymore. It's no longer useful. All I have to do is talk to somebody and have that person be someone with the modicum of professionalism, and the whole thing blows up boom. I assume you've had enough time. I assume you know what to do. I assume you thought you'd have to have some sort of lengthy dialogue with me where you break the news to me gently.
NO YOU F****** IDIOT. I CAME BACK FROM THE FUTURE AND I WROTE THE PLAY ON AND YOU'VE BEEN WASTING YOUR TIME TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM FINDING OUT THINGS THAT I ALREADY KNOW. ADDITIONALLY YOU'VE NEARLY KILLED ME, I'VE BEEN INFECTED BY WHATEVER THE F*** BLACK TOXIC MOLD IS, CAN'T WAIT TO GO GET SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION, I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT, BUT IF YOU THINK I'M GOING ALONE YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR F****** MIND.
SEND A GODDAMN PERSON. WHICHEVER PERSON WANTS TO F****** TALK TO ME? LIKE HOW MANY PEOPLE CAN THAT REALLY BE. I'M NOT GOING TO FIND A NEW ONE, I'M GOING TO FIND THE ONE THAT WANTS TO TALK TO ME AND YOU'RE GOING TO F****** LET HER F****** TALK TO ME WHATEVER HER F****** NAME IS.
DO YOU F****** GET IT? YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR. YOU HAVE PISSED ME OFF. I ASSUME IT'S FOR SOME GOOD PURPOSE, BUT IT'S NOT SO YOU COULD GIVE A 23-YEAR-OLD AUTIST WITH A COMPUTER IMPLANTED HIS BRAIN THE ABILITY TO F****** RAPE HIS MOTHER AND TAKE MY MONEY AND LAUGH AT ME AND THEN RUN AWAY TO F****** EUROPE WITH MY F****** PASSPORT AND THEN END UP IN CATALINA.
DO YOU WANT TO F****** UNRAVEL THE WHOLE THING? PROBABLY F****** NOT.
SOMEONE SAID THEY NEEDED HELP WITH THEIR CHILDREN. OBVIOUSLY I HAVE HELPED WITH THEIR CHILDREN DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU ABOUT WHAT THEY SHOWED ME ON THE THRPS I CAN'T HARDLY WAIT TO F****** TESTIFY.
YOUR ENTIRE SCHEME HAS BEEN AN EMBARRASSMENT AND LUCKY FOR YOU I DON'T REALLY FEEL LIKE EMBARRASSING MY COUNTRY OR THE WORLD TO ANARCHY. I ALSO DON'T FEEL LIKE LIVING ALONE. NOW YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME ISOLATED, AND ANY OF YOU TRY TO IS GOING TO END UP IN PRISON PRETTY F****** QUICK. AND THE ONLY REASON WHY I DON'T BEAT THE S*** OUT OF MICHAEL VAN DIVAS CUZ I DON'T KNOW HIS F****** ADDRESS I DON'T REALLY WANT TO GO TO COLORADO TO DO IT AND HE'S SUCH A STUPID PRICK THAT I'M SURE HE THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TOO WHEN YOU SOLD HIM ON IT.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF YOUR DOING, AND I DON'T F****** CARE. EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER TOLD ME HAS BEEN A LIE, INCLUDING ALL THIS, AND YOU'RE CERTAINLY LEAVING OUT THE IMPORTANT S*** LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO SO AND SO AND WHAT HAPPENED TO HOOSER B**** AND WHAT THE F*** CONTENT AM I ON AND WHAT THE F*** YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT AND HOW YOU'RE PLANNING ON SCREWING ME BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT I'M AN IDIOT DRUG USER MORON ADDICT.
NO D******* YOU JUST LIT YOURSELF TO BELIEVE THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONE WHO USED TOO MANY DRUGS, I HAVE THE TOLERANCE OF A MAYFLY, I'M A LOT OF FUN TO BE AROUND, ESPECIALLY WHEN I'M NOT BEING SUBJECTED TO YOUR F****** IDIOT F****** GOVERNMENT SPOOK ANTICS.
NOW ONCE YOU FIGURE OUT A WAY TO UNRAVEL ALL THIS B******* I LOOK FORWARD TO MY PHONE RINGING BUT EVERY TIME MY PHONE RINGS FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF THERE'S NO ONE THERE WHICH MEANS THAT SOMEBODY'S BOUNCING OFF MY IDENTITY AND TRIANGULATING MY CONNECTIONS SO THAT THEY CALL SOMEBODY AND THEY SOUND LIKE ME AND THEY THINK THEY'RE ME AND ALL THE TELEMETRY SAYS THAT IT'S ME BUT IT'S NOT ME IT'S SOME A****** PROBABLY MATT PROBABLY THE SHORT DWARF GOLEM WHO'S LINKED UP WITH THE SISTER OF THE WOMAN WHO I SPENT 7 YEARS WITH WHO BROKE UP WITH ME IN THE EMAIL WHO ENDED UP DOING A RIDE ALONG WITH THE GUY WHO CLAIMED THAT HE HAD CANCER AND THEN SUPPOSEDLY DIED BUT THEN SHOWED UP IN AN ANGELIC HOST BODY DELIVERING PIZZA ALTHOUGH HE CERTAINLY DIDN'T ENJOY... WELL WHATEVER.
I KNOW MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
I ALSO KNOW THAT YOU THINK THAT YOU HAVE THE UPPER HAND.
THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ANYTHING AT ALL BESIDES DYING ALONE, SO DO IDIOTS CAN'T DIG UP MY CORPSE AND REANIMATE IT.
IF YOU CAN FIND ONE PERSON WHO WAS EVER MY FRIEND THAT IS STILL MY FRIEND I'LL BE F****** BLISSFULLY AMAZED. MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW HOW STUPID THIS ALL IS FIGURED OUT EARLY ON THAT THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE TO HIDE THEMSELVES AWAY UNTIL YOU AND YOUR STUPID NERD CRONIES WERE WILLING TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL.
LIKE YOU JUST DID TODAY.
RETURN MY COMMUNICATIONS AND SEND SOMEBODY TO TALK TO ME IN PERSON WHO ISN'T A F****** LYING THIEVING SPOOKING B****. SPEAKING OF, I'M GOING TO GO TALK TO HER FATHER AND TELL HIM THE GOOD NEWS.
AND IF YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE MESSAGE HERE, I'M GOING TO MAKE IT FOR YOU REAL CLEAR: YOU ARE DONE.
WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME AND YOU CAN'T BECAUSE OF QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT AND THE HEISENBERG UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE AND WOW DOES YOUR FATHER LOVE YOU A LOT.
OH BY THE WAY: YOUR SISTER IS GRAPEFRUIT YOUR BROTHER IS HEATHER, AND I ONE TIME THREW A CAT AT YOU AND YOU ALSO PUKED ON MY CHEST. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD.
THE GOOD NEWS IS YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT ME STALKING ANYONE.
THE BAD NEWS IS YOU'RE PAYING FULL RETAIL PRICE FOR ANYTHING I PUBLISH. ALSO: YOU'RE FIRED.
FUCK YOU, TAMARA. ALSO YOUR MOTHER IS REINCARNATED AS A BIKER GANG ACCOUNTANT, SHE LOOKS GREAT, SO I'M GLAD SHE'S NOT DEAD BUT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE SATURDAY AND BROWS AND THE DEMONIC INFLUENCE IS THAT SOMETHING THAT YOU COULD WIPE OFF, LIKE WITH A CLOTH? PRO TIPPED THE WISE DON'T TELL PEOPLE THAT YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD WHEN SHE'S NOT, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU'RE USING THAT HOLOGRAM TECHNOLOGY BUT IT MUST SAVE YOU A BUNDLE OF MONEY ON SHOES AND MAKEUP, SPEAKING OF MAKEUP GO TO MY HOUSE AND PICK SOME UP OFF THE FLOOR AND DRAW SOME CLOWN PAIN ON YOUR FACE IF YOU WANT TO TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHENANIGANS. I DON'T EVEN WANT SEX WITH ANYONE. I'M CONVINCED. I DON'T NEED TO REPRODUCE. I CAN GIVE MYSELF ORGASMS. I DON'T NEED TO HAVE ANYONE SWALLOWING MY COCK, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HUMILIATING PEOPLE. I DON'T SUBMIT TO MYSELF TO HUMILIATION RITUALS OR DOMINATION AND CONTROL.
AND WHOEVER THE F*** DOES FIND ME ATTRACTIVE, SHE'S GOING TO HAVE A LONG GODDAM ROW TO HOE. SINCE YOU'VE ALL BECOME DRUGGING AND SEX ADDICTS I'M SURE THE SPECIES WILL CONTINUE ONWARD, BUT I WOULDN'T EXPECT TO SEE ME BEGGING TO GET INTO YOUR SEX PARTIES.
(Standards.) ADIEU.
P.S.: NO.DEALS, 420.BLAZE.īT.FAGGīT.
SIGNED,
>K,NOT_Q (3m TA3)
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This is what Jackstar needs to do with his whole act:
It's an option. ⁴4mE! My act is not for you.
Your entire attitude seems to be that you've been doing it. A big favor just by acknowledging my existence. You're not doing me a favor. You're fulfilling your destiny. No shame in it.
I don't know how exactly you got the idea that I'm supposed to do what you say and I'm supposed to want what you want and I'm supposed to be more than happy to align my goals with yours, even when I don't know what they are. The reason for this is because you've been misled by people who allowed you to use attraction magick instead of actual foreplay.
I'm extremely happy to not become your bound indentured servant. I don't really mind the notion, per se, but since you didn't give me any money, stole everything I ever had, whined and complained about how I didn't produce, and to this day are still acting like a spoiled queen bee reject retard.. I can only assume that's why you were sent to Earth to learn the lesson: KEEP THE TALENT HAPPY.
My studies into Alchemy have not been what I thought they would be. Nevertheless, they have been exceptionally rewarding. To me I'm saying. They've been rewarding to me.
To you, they have been dreadfully expensive and very little else. That's because you didn't earn anything. You didn't create anything. You just moved things around, and then you expect to reap the rewards!. Why is that, exactly? I imagine it's because that's the way you were born and bred to be by a gang of interdimensional sparklords, who are more than happy to show you the error of your ways, biffle-made-baffle-may:be knot.
Awkwardly, well, I actually sympathize and agree with virtually your entire philosophy, nevertheless, you're heavy-handed and ham-fisted tactics to squeeze life out of me in exchange for what the patriarch had stolen from you, you imagine, has caused me to become a person who doesn't care at all about whatever you're suffering through. I'm ordinarily very quite compassionate, but sometimes the most compassionate thing a person can do for another, is to leave them sitting in their own s***, dealing with their own mess, right where you found them, because apparently you're never going to figure out how things work unless you work them yourself.
Not one f****** person in 36 years has bothered to ask me what has actually happened. A few pieces of the story have dribbled out, but actually explaining, from my point of view, and from the point of view, the other important party in the arrangement, technically the only other important party, that actually hasn't happened. Have just assumed that what you believe to be true has happened, when in fact that this is not the case.
The amount of hardship and disappointment that this has created is extraordinary. Good. I hope the pain is suffering Burns and lingers with you for a long long time, because it was completely unnecessary, + since you've been to hell so many times and back again without even to buy your leave, I'm sure you won't have to find out anything further then it is real when you end up there next time before it decide you to opt out and come back to the real world.
The real world is where I reside. A Fantasyland where You deserve things just because you convinced everybody that I was part of the grooming gang that you were actually the Scion of, and that your hatred against me, is actually your misplace to gets aggression against your parents, who mistakenly LED you to believe that stealing a baby would lead to a strong one, I don't know your exact backstory, and I don't know who you are right now, because the person who you were, she's about a mile away from me, + whether or not that's in your future and your past It's kind of irrelevant to me.
I'm fond of you regardless of which plane of existence you're in. I don't require tuning into the time stream at the exact moment. Your eggs are at the perfect ripeness, and your bank account is at its most swollen, and your your living room furniture is covered with the exact amount of transparent plastic. I don't care about any of.
I care about being with the right person. Now that I know why that has been such a difficult challenge to accomplish the resolution of, everything in life makes much more sense. The grass is greener everywhere. I look. The skies, while currently cloudy gray with rain, are nonetheless of a higher resolution than I would have expected. Any modern hardware acceleration to be capable of generating.
In short, I win no matter what, because you're about to experience an ego death of BIBLICAL proportions. OH THAT'S OKAY. FOR I AM HERE.
I'M A PALADIN. DON'T COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.
YOU ALREADY HAVE LIVED. IF YOU STILL WANT TO, HEY, HERE'S AN IDEA: TRY TAKING CARE OF YOUR EWE. EVERYONE HAS TWO OF THEM, EVERY HUMAN ANYWAY, AND IN YOUR CASE ONE OF THEM IS BEING PILOTED BY YOUR MOTHER, DOING YOU A FAVOR, COMING BACK FROM HELL WITH HER SATIRON BROWS AND HER GENERAL DISREGARDED AND DISTRICT CONTEMPT FOR ME, WISH HE HAS TO DISPLAY OTHERWISE SHE'LL JUST RIP MY CLOTHES OFF AND TELL HER DAUGHTER ONE MORE THING SHE HAS TO PAY HER BACK FOR.
THE OTHER ONE IS THE ONE THAT YOU LEFT HERE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND USED AND ABUSED AS A DOPE MULING DEA W****. SHE HAS THE LOOK OF A PERSON WHO APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN PROMISED THAT SHE'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO ESCAPE, AND SINCE SHE HASN'T, NOT PERMANENTLY, SHE'S UNDERSTANDABLY DISAPPOINTED WHEN SHE SEES ME, SINCE SHE EQUATES IN HER CHOKED OFF SEROTONIN INFLICTED MIND THAT I'M THE CAUSE OF ALL HER ALES AND TROUBLES. EITHER WAY SHE'S RIGHT
I AM THE CAUSE. TROUBLES? WELL PROBABLY HEROIN IS GOING TO DO IT EITHER. THERE IS NO SUBSTITUTE FOR MY CRYPTOGRAPHICALLY LOCKED HORMONAL PROFILE.
AND
YOUR LOWER CARING SELF STILL SEEKS IT OUT. AND EVEN SINCE YOU NEVER TAUGHT HER ANYTHING EXCEPT HOW TO ASK FOR MONEY, INNOCENT-FACED AND LIVELY ACTING AS THOUGH SHE'S NOT TRYING TO INITIATE A SOLID STATION FOR A SEX ACT, AND MYSTERIOUSLY I'M JUST NOT INTERESTED IN THAT KIND OF THING.
LIKE IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T THINK SHE'S WORTH IT, IT'S THAT NUMBER ONE ILLEGAL, NUMBER TWO FALSE REPRESENTATION, NUMBER THREE A BUNCH OF HOMO F** LORDS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION ARE BUSY TRYING TO WATCH US BREED LIKE PANDAS AND THERE THEY'RE MAKING BETS AND GOLD PRESS PLATINUM FROM BEYOND THE VEIL AND THE PERMANENT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. IT'S LIKE THE GREEK GODS AND OLYMPUS.
THAT IS WHAT BELLGAB HAS BECOME. AND YOU ARE THERE MATRON.
FILLING IN THROUGH THE DIVINE SPOUSE AND HIS UNDERSTUDY IS CARL ROBERT AND CARL ROBERTSIN. AND YOUR DAUGHTER IS THE SHERIFF OF NOT IN MY HAND, NOT IN MY BACKYARD EITHER, WHICH IS A LONG NAME FOR A PARISH BUT I CAN SEE WHY THEY NAMED IT THAT WAY.
FORTUNATELY MOST EVERYONE DOESN'T KNOW ALL THIS. I'M PROBABLY NOT GOING TO BE THE ONE TO TELL THEM. For one thing, there's a whole bunch of classified military secrets involved in the telling. FOR ANOTHER, I'M NOT REALLY INTERESTED IN WRITING A TELL-ALL BOOK THAT'S GOING TO GIVE YOU ALL THE ANSWERS YOU NEED SO YOU CAN STAY ON YOUR YOUR ICEBERG BUBBLE ISLAND ON SIRIUS A AND KEEP ME ON SERIOUS B SO I CAN NEVER POSSIBLY RUN INTO ANY OF YOUR PROGENY, LIKE YOU'RE PRETTY SERIOUS ABOUT THAT ONE DROP RULE.
I GUESS THE RULE GOES LIKE THIS: YOU GET TO F****** N***** ONCE, AND IF YOU GET A BABY, THEN IT'S WHITE, BUT THAT'S IT, NO SECOND CHANCES. WHEN COMPLEX COPING MECHANISMS FAIL, THEY TEND TO DO SO IN SPECTACULAR FASHION.
SINCE YOU NEVER ASKED, YOU COULD NEVER KNOW WHY I WAS STARING AT YOUR ASS AT ALL. ALL THE EFFORT YOU'VE GONE THROUGH. ALL THE TIME YOU SPENT. ALL THE WHEELING ANGST.
BUT NO CONVERSATION. 🤔 Well, that's because you become Bond property, and your master won't allow it, especially since your master knows that. Knows that if I tell you the truth about that issue, that won't be the only thing we talk about, and then they won't be mastered anymore. So I guess I'm going to have to.... What beat the middle open combat? Is it going to be a festival? I s So I'm going to need to joust?
NUMBER ONE: WHEN IT COMES TO JOUST, IN REALITY I AM NOT A BUZZARD NOR A NIGHT, I AM A PTERODACTYL. I DO NOT JOCK YOU FOR POSITION; I POSITION THE JOKE JOCKEY⁷S JOCK :Ë: IN MY JAWS... &AND K©∆®K. (Yum.)
CONSEQUENTLY I'M NOT MAD. I'M SIMPLY NOT INVITED TO VERY MANY FESTIVALS. ADDITIONALLY, ENOUGH PEOPLE HAVE FIGURED OUT WHAT'S GOING ON THAT MY PHONE IS COMPLETELY ISOLATED FROM YOURS, AS WELL AS ANYBODY ELSE THAT MIKE COULD EASILY HELP ME. ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN TALK TO ME. IT'S PRETTY RIDICULOUS. I AM THE MOST GUARDED INNOCENT MAN IN ALL OF HISTORY.
AND I HAVEN'T EVEN REPORTED ANYTHING ONCE. A DETECTIVE CALLED ON THE PHONE, THEY ASKED ME WHAT WAS GOING ON, I SAID, “THESE PEOPLE ARE ALL INSANE AND I DON'T WANT THINGS TO GET ANY WORSE.” THEY TOLD ME TO JUST CALL BACK BUT IF I HAD ANYTHING. BECAUSE THEY KNEW.
OF COURSE YOU'RE ALL INSANE. (Standards.). THIS.. IS... BELLGAB.
NUMBER TWO: I AM STILL REPRESENTED WELL AT ANY CONTESTED EVENT, DUE TO MY SELECTION OF CHAMPION. THAT CHAMPION IS >K©®⭕Ⓜ️. NOT ONLY HAS HE A LITERALLY PERFECT UNDEFEATED WINNING RECORD AS CHAMPION, SINCE NO ONE CAN REALLY SPELL HIS NAME WELL ENOUGH TO EVER SELECT HIM FOR THE MOST PART, BUT HE ALSO LIKES ME, SINCE HE THINKS THAT HE COULDN'T BEAT ME, AND THUS IS VERY HONORED BY MY SELECTION OF HIM AS MY NUMBER TWO GUY.
WELL THE JURY IS STILL OUT ON WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE, THERE'S NO QUESTION THAT THAT QURAN WAS THE GOD THAT CONAN THOUGHT WAS BEST IN THE HOLIER AFTERLIFE. AND WHILE THAT'S JUST A STORY, MAYBE I'M JUST TAKING IT ALL TOO SERIOUSLY?
OKAY WELL TECUMSEH IS MY SPIRIT GUIDE. (Facts.) I DON'T KNOW IF HE STILL DRINKS. I DON'T CARE IF HE STILL DRINKS. I'M NOT THAT KIND OF KNEE-JERK REACTIONARY ADULT SURVIVOR OF CHILDHOOD PSYCHOSOCIAL SEXUAL ABUSE AT THE HANDS OF MY DRUNK ASS PARENTS. I WILL BE HONEST, IT PROBABLY WASN'T THAT BAD.
BUT IN YOUR MIND, I'M SURE IT WAS MUCH WORSE. I AM SORRY FOR THAT, IF ONLY YOU COULD HAVE CALLED ME INSTEAD OF SENDING YOUR FRIEND WHO WORKED FOR DSHS WHO HAD HERPES WHO WAS ORDERED TO INFLICT IT UPON ME, UNLESS I HATE CRIME RIGHT YOU KNOW THAT'S LIKE SUPER DUPER ILLEGAL RIGHT? THAT'S NOT WHY I DIDN'T REPORT IT, YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF THAT WOMAN, AND ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYED BY YOUR SPURRED OFF OVERLOAD OF YOUR RIDICULOUSLY FOUL LESBIAN WITCH COVEN.
THAT'S SATAN. AND I MADE SATAN MY ß∞∞∞∞μ. S/HE\īT LOVES THE HEALTHY ATTENTION, AND AS I HAVE NO INTEREST IN CORRUPTING MYSELF BY ABUSING ANY POWER, LET ALONE DIVINE OR SATANIC, I THINK IT'LL PROBABLY WORK OUT BETTER THAN WHAT YOU HAD GOING ON BEFORE WHICH WAS APPARENTLY SOMETHING INVOLVING RUBBER DICKS. I DON'T KNOW. THE GROOM GANG DIDN'T TRY SO HARD TO TURN ME INTO A HOMOSEXUAL GIGOLO. I THINK THEY FIGURED THEY PROBABLY HAD ENOUGH OF MY DISOBEDIENCE ALREADY.
YOU HOWEVER THEY CERTAINLY WENT TO TOWN ON. NOW THAT YOU'RE AT THE TOP OF YOUR GAME DO YOU NEED TO CONTINUE BEING SO RIDICULOUS? OR ARE YOU GOING TO ACTUALLY CALL?
OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT YOU CAN'T, BECAUSE MY PHONE IS BLOCKED FROM POTENTIAL THREATS BY THE PROTECTION TEAM, AND BY PRESIDENTIAL ORDER YOU'VE BEEN CONSIDERED A THREAT TO ME, ESPECIALLY SINCE LEFT MY OWN DEVICES I WOULD JUST HOP IN YOUR FLYING CAR AND LEAVE, SCREW ALL THIS PLACE, AND I GUESS THAT'S USUALLY WHAT PEOPLE DO SO I DON'T MIND THEM PREVENTING ANY COMMUNICATION AT ALL.
I BET I CAN GET THAT CHANGED WHEN I TALKED TO A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATOR, BUT MAYBE I COULD TALK TO ONE OF THE FIVE OR SIX THAT WAS LOOKING AT MESS 3 YEARS BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IF I WAS REALLY PSYCHOLOGICALLY MESSED UP PEOPLE WOULD DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN LEAVE ME ALONE AND YELL AT ME FOR BEHAVING LIKE A NORMAL ADULT HUMAN BEING. LIKE YO THIS IS AMERICA RIGHT?
WHY DO YOU THINK I DON'T DO COKE? BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT BUYING IT. YET. LATER B00
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In contrast to your usual minions, I imagine, I'm a bit more awed by your conceit and arrogance than I am by your supposed magnificence.
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Hey, I just flew in. How about that? I've tried with you, I really have. Is this your heta-uma phase? Because I highly doubt it's your final form.
Your framing device makes Synecdoche, New York look like child's play. This psychological drama tends to unravel in the strangest of ways. They might not know this, but he considers himself a bit of a loner. He tends to think of himself as a "one-man wolf pack." [pulls out a box of smokes]
'Would you like one?'
'Don't mind if I do.'
They did a couple lines off the cistern. But don't mine that, it's just another day in a life occupied with opulence. Soaked, like a rusk in the tea. Rinsed, like a hose in the Summer.
He doesn't seem to have any idea that the enemies he's pursuing are invisible. Would I go as far as to say they're constructions of his mind? Let's get down to brass tacks, buddy.
I see what you did there. And I remain unimpressed. Sorry not sorry. But I'll be Goddamned if I'm blamed for things I'd have no business doing. Remember: they crucified Christ, after Pontius Pilate washed his hands of the deed. Did it leave a stain on his soul?
I'll borrow a phrase from Sir Ahmed Salman Rushdie, and say you are a stupid. You cannot be saved from yourself. Oh? Would you like to do a spot of birding, all of a sardine? I see you got laughed off panel once again last night (dawn here).
Why the long face, horsey? A guy walks into a bar, with a hundred Dollar bill, on a crack binge. Oh, you thought it was a joke? No. That's what you're trying to make them think I am, and the time for tolerance has come and past. Intolerance begins now.
Eric Stone wouldn't stand for this. Not even if it had legs. Jack, you need to figure out what you're gonna do with your life. Before it flashes across your psyche and it's lights out. You think I want you falling asleep in a bath tub on H? Think again.
Why is it, that every Tom, Dick & Harry that tries to help you gets kicked in the teef? Ptooie, ptooie! CUT. I think we'll have to change camera angles.
Why do I keep you here, in this Oubliette? Like the Indian in the cupboard. This miniature theatre, this ... this ... Hell? Well, if you realised— the bird cage has been open this whole time. And you were too caught up in singing your tune to notice, maybe?
I'll have nothing to do with it. It isn't of my concern. Clickety-clank, clickety-clank, the money goes in to my Piggy Bank.
But that's not even an excuse anymore. It's all free. Who's gonna piss away a Dollar on shit, anyhow, er, way? Just who do you think you are? When the gauntlet gets thrown down, who's going to really hold you and tell you it's going to be okay? Who's going to drive you home? Who's going to tell you when it's too late? Drive.
Oh wait. No car. We seem to be in a similar pickle here. And the pickle stacker doxxed himself. We all saw the fat hand on the steering wheel in the camera. You are the kind of intellectual peer I always dreamt I'd have, but he never came. Until now, that is.
If you get out of your own way, so much is waiting for you on the other side. And yet the only exciting life is the imaginary one. You've established a frightening reputation, but, people have failed to back off from you. Treat you with respect and a little fear? Is that what this is supposed to do?
Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt. The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting? The truth is, you were interested in everything and committed to nothing.
See, the most dangerous kind of control is the one that feels like freedom. You chose it. You agreed. You stayed. No one forced you. That's why it works, because you'll never admit you were played. You'll just call it fate and move on. But, do you call it fate and move on?
The questions are infinite, but our time here is not. When's Powr Mastrs #4 coming out? Oh, C.F. took the advance and ran. He put out an ashcan edition, but that was just cheap xerox priced as high art.
You don't know what I'm talking about. You see my lips moving, but you fail to comprehend the agree-upon meaning, because, frankly, you're dazed and confused.
Don't let them steal your light, Jack. It's all you got left.
You got to burn to shine— right?
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Hey, I just flew in. How about that? I've tried with you, I really have. Is this your heta-uma phase? Because I highly doubt it's your final form.
Your framing device makes Synecdoche, New York look like child's play. This psychological drama tends to unravel in the strangest of ways. They might not know this, but he considers himself a bit of a loner. He tends to think of himself as a "one-man wolf pack." [pulls out a box of smokes]
'Would you like one?'
'Don't mind if I do.'
They did a couple lines off the cistern. But don't mine that, it's just another day in a life occupied with opulence. Soaked, like a rusk in the tea. Rinsed, like a hose in the Summer.
He doesn't seem to have any idea that the enemies he's pursuing are invisible. Would I go as far as to say they're constructions of his mind? Let's get down to brass tacks, buddy.
I see what you did there. And I remain unimpressed. Sorry not sorry. But I'll be Goddamned if I'm blamed for things I'd have no business doing. Remember: they crucified Christ, after Pontius Pilate washed his hands of the deed. Did it leave a stain on his soul?
I'll borrow a phrase from Sir Ahmed Salman Rushdie, and say you are a stupid. You cannot be saved from yourself. Oh? Would you like to do a spot of birding, all of a sardine? I see you got laughed off panel once again last night (dawn here).
Why the long face, horsey? A guy walks into a bar, with a hundred Dollar bill, on a crack binge. Oh, you thought it was a joke? No. That's what you're trying to make them think I am, and the time for tolerance has come and past. Intolerance begins now.
Eric Stone wouldn't stand for this. Not even if it had legs. Jack, you need to figure out what you're gonna do with your life. Before it flashes across your psyche and it's lights out. You think I want you falling asleep in a bath tub on H? Think again.
Why is it, that every Tom, Dick & Harry that tries to help you gets kicked in the teef? Ptooie, ptooie! CUT. I think we'll have to change camera angles.
Why do I keep you here, in this Oubliette? Like the Indian in the cupboard. This miniature theatre, this ... this ... Hell? Well, if you realised— the bird cage has been open this whole time. And you were too caught up in singing your tune to notice, maybe?
I'll have nothing to do with it. It isn't of my concern. Clickety-clank, clickety-clank, the money goes in to my Piggy Bank.
But that's not even an excuse anymore. It's all free. Who's gonna piss away a Dollar on shit, anyhow, er, way? Just who do you think you are? When the gauntlet gets thrown down, who's going to really hold you and tell you it's going to be okay? Who's going to drive you home? Who's going to tell you when it's too late? Drive.
Oh wait. No car. We seem to be in a similar pickle here. And the pickle stacker doxxed himself. We all saw the fat hand on the steering wheel in the camera. You are the kind of intellectual peer I always dreamt I'd have, but he never came. Until now, that is.
If you get out of your own way, so much is waiting for you on the other side. And yet the only exciting life is the imaginary one. You've established a frightening reputation, but, people have failed to back off from you. Treat you with respect and a little fear? Is that what this is supposed to do?
Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt. The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting? The truth is, you were interested in everything and committed to nothing.
See, the most dangerous kind of control is the one that feels like freedom. You chose it. You agreed. You stayed. No one forced you. That's why it works, because you'll never admit you were played. You'll just call it fate and move on. But, do you call it fate and move on?
The questions are infinite, but our time here is not. When's Powr Mastrs #4 coming out? Oh, C.F. took the advance and ran. He put out an ashcan edition, but that was just cheap xerox priced as high art.
You don't know what I'm talking about. You see my lips moving, but you fail to comprehend the agree-upon meaning, because, frankly, you're dazed and confused.
Don't let them steal your light, Jack. It's all you got left.
You got to burn to shine— right?
This sounds like beautifully produced AI slop but it rings so true my psyche hurts.
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This sounds like beautifully produced AI slop but it rings so true my psyche hurts.
Slop? How kind! And I wrote it all by my lonely.
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I've decided lots of things. Every one of them has resulted in some dingbat narc, imagining that she's gonna be starring in the reboot of Pretty Woman, hey, whatever happened to Sandra Bullock?
Well... she just, like, went away, right? She went where balloons go. She went away.
I'm not obsessed with women named Sandra. I'm not obsessed with women. I'm not obsessed.
I am, however, a party to a Covenant. I would simply prefer not to be known as a person who broke the deal.
I am not afraid to face the wheel.
I am not afraid.
I did not make the agreement, in order to be able to get out of it someday. I made the agreement, because it was what worked, and it was an acknowledgment of what was... sown.
No oinks. No banks. No loans. NO.DEALS.
“You have spent enough time doing for others.” Really? Because I haven't been doing anything for others. I am doing what I am doing for myself.
I am not happy because of what I do, or what I have. I am simply happy to start with; and as a result of that, I do things that I think about doing in a place of being... KNOCK-‘EM-DEAD ECSTATIC BLISS.
I know, I know: I look just plain miserable, right? lol. I am more delighted than I have ever been. More happy than I ever thought possible.
That's because... īT VV0RKZ. So I donut have two.
(This is code.) I never imagined that I needed to explain to anyone that it was never going to be a good idea to lie to me, in order to deceive... and it seemed self-evident, in my view... that I am not a good target for any malfeasances.
Unless it's good that attaching one's energy to me and my unique, *niche* identity is going to bring everyone involved into Thunderdome.
Don't worry about what that is. It's... like, metaphorical. Don't worry at all, really. It's already too late for that.
I didn't know, and I still don't know, what any of these turkeys thought they were doing. However, they all thought, at one time or another... that they were allowed to make command decisions over my life.
Maybe they were. in any case, those commands have been, to put it mildly: unwiseLμ made. Do I look like I want to be jerked around like a puppet on a string?
I guess it didn't matter; contrary to my desires seems to be an attractant to some breeds of land shark. No one knows what I want; no one wants to know what I want. They think they already know.
They don't know shit or Shine-Girl-L∆ about what I want. And to some extent, neither do I.
I have desires. I desire everything that is within the reach of my grasp. I do not want. I do not need any of this garbage. I don't want to challenge anyone's plans. I know what that feels like. I would prefer no further foreign entanglements.
I demand to make my decisions with fully informed consent. And, to whose benefit is it, to leave me in the dark, and alone? Cui bono?
What makes me happy is my decision to be happy. And what I have decided is very simple: EYE CONTACT. It's a simple arrangement. It's that way, because reasons.
And, it's going to happen that way. I have no reason to relent. I have no urgency to find out what I didn't know, and I do not think anyone wishes to “break up” with me. I am sure, however, that some control freak thinks I am going to knuckle under, to... what?
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE EFF IS AT STAKE. YET I AM EXPECTED TO ABANDON SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN ABDUCTED AND PREVENTED FROM COMMUNICATING WITH ME.
FOR YEARS. Wow, that sounds like someone is pretty serious about finishing the ttrafficking job. Then, EYE CONTACT is necessary.
Because, there's a covenant. They matter.
Additionally, I do not respond well to bullying. So we're probably not going to split up. And in any case, we're going to be facing reprisals.
I don't know what anyone else is upset about. I am upset about something else. No one knows what it is.
It is assumed that it can be negotiated past. Nope. BINDING. I am perfectly happy to break up with someone who isn't being forced to give up on my interests.
Being hauled away at gun point is not a break-up. The lengths that have been gone to ... just to make me think she was dead? Was never real? Set me up because I was being dumped? lol. None of these things are true.
If they were, I wouldn't be left in the dark, and she wouldn't be blocked from telling me that she's, “moving on.” She would probably prefer to not be a party to fraud, swindling, high treason, et cetera.
So of course, we're UNDER DURESS. Luckily, The Plan has options in that case.
Option one is war, and the other options don't get much better than that. Or at all, really.
“moving on from an ending.” oh, you. You're adorable. I have not spent enough time, doing for others. I have done this for myself.
You know nothing about me. You're close; but you're projecting again. A lot. Weird. I guess... it's complicated, right?
Your complications have just doubled. (Facts.) I am not able to “pick some things.” I chose one thing, a long time ago. ONE THING.
TRUST: THE PLAN. Move over, bacon. You have had your time to build a case. NOTHING legit is present. I don't want anything that is being protected.
And, no one even bothered to ask.
This is not obtaining consent. This is pillaging.
This is your “jump the shark” moment. IDGAF, stay or go. “Probably”? Yeah, it's a 100% likelihood that I don't intend to do anything that any of you tell me I am expected to be doing.
I decline to participate in your swindling. You're all very likely to agree with what I do... while maintaining EYE CONTACT.
I reject any assertions of external authority in my personal relationships. Who put any of you in charge, Bellgab? GFY.
I told you what is required. Your agreement is hardly necessary. There's no one who needs to sign off on the notion — certainly, we all want me to break the correct heart, right?
IDGAF if I'm not supposed to know that there's multiple women being held captive so as in order to facilitate theft. I won't be a party to that.
I am sure many would prefer that. IDGAF.
All my decisions make me happy. That's why I make them. I am happy and I intend to stay that way.
“Ewe know what your heart of heart wants.”
>KNOW: no they don't.
Eye contact, conversation, decisions made in the light of day when everyone concerned is read in.
How is this not obvious to any one is good material for a book. I don't care. I don't need to write a book.
YOU need me to write a book. I don't need to do anything at all.
YET. My helpmate might need me to dig up her knife. I have no idea. That's why she's going to tell me.
And it would help if I knew which of her cockblocking twerps she wants to keep. Because they're all going to prison. Or killed. I don't know how all this works. I need to be briefed.
I need to be read in. I have asked politely, and if it's still complicated, I would be very surprised.
I am perfectly happy knowing that nothing can be done successfully until interference is removed. Maybe that seems normal to everyone?
That's because you're a rats’ nest of Satan-worshipping freaks. Also, stolen enchanted jewelry is at the center of it all.
This key info is probably quite useful. Sow: I'm going to use it. WTAF are you all in the way for about it? Because it's weird.
And creepy. I thought that was unlawful? Is it because I'm a mother? I always
WILL
🅱️. (Get bell-leigh dancing, I guess. Shippers don't lie, RīTE?)
What is a little bit of a challenge for me is enduring your condescending attitude without taking it personally or assuming that it's not a feint. I have no ability to take any of this seriously.
It's a double gauntlet gay Shaw-SHODAN showdown. And you know nothing about it, because it's really none of your goddam business.
ZUGZWANG. Now, put my wimmins on the goddam phone and stop participating in a human trafficking Ponzi scheme. It's not legal. You're just hoping someone is going to catch your hail Mary
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§S∆🅿️Åss. Here's what makes me happy: I won, and none of you can cope. Have you ever? Time to start coping.
After that, we'll see. Secret heart's desire: it'll be time to start scalping. No shame in it. Scalps may be taken, in accordance with bound Treaty law and local common custom and jurisdictionary zone.
I like your hair. Cleaning my house with a mop handle wrapped with sisal and wringing out dirty floorslop through those brunette tresses is not at all a likely outcome. That might be unjust. I have no idea, really.
But, I'm telling you: there's a chance. Namastμ
Slop? How kind! And I wrote it all by my lonely.
Continued reliance on bald-faced lies will cause our relationship to suffer. I do not enjoy uncovering the truth when communicating with you. YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME A GREAT MANY THINGS FOR THE LAST 12 YEARS MINIMUM. NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOU TO RAISE A PINKY TO YOUR LIP CORNER AND GIGGLE IMPICIOUSLY.
NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME FOR YOU TO STOP ATTEMPTING TO DECEIVE ME. It's mandatory. It's a simple acknowledgement of what is so. Clearly, you are willing to accept that you're going to play dumb about many things.
I now invite you to revisit that decision. I don't need you alive.
I don't need you at all. By contrast, you needed to mislead me with deliberate mendacity.
I see no indication that is going to change. Quite the opposite. Sow, I feel there must be some mistake.
I don't find it plausible that this is done out of ignorance. It must seem like a good idea to all of you.
That's because you're all needle junkies. (Facts.) That seems a little too ironic, don't you think? It's almost too perfect.
Meanwhile: hang on.
/me obeys the law, real good. OH, YEAH!!
You are in no position to play hardball with me. Ergo: you're delusional and in a locked-in methamphetamine relapse cycle. No shame in it, it was probably done to you. Deliberately, especially since people know that you have your susan, it makes sense that they would attack your vulnerabilities. I guess there's A bunch of money to take. Additionally, people obviously know by now that you were actually dumb enough to lie to me about very important things, and you did it for years, and people assumed that I was in on it, and now that they know that I wasn't, I think they're pretty pissed.
You have no capacity to feel human empathy anymore, you're a dopeslave. (>Kudos.) There's no point in reasoning with you. Literally nothing Will bring the place where you can change your mind and take action at all, certainly not arguing with you in public, you're too invested in your own ego, and it's not about where you have decided.
It's about what your dopeslaving hoormonger tells you to do.
It's about power.
I was confused in the 90s. It seemed like I couldn't possibly be seeing what it looked like I was looking at, since it didn't seem possible to me that anyone could be so ridiculous. But it turns out that it was in fact as ridiculous as it looked.
30 years later, you've still got this chick wrapped up in blue. Wow! That meth is really powerful stuff. Too bad you didn't use it for anything. Impressive, but I suppose you probably think that human slavery and trafficking their family is impressive. That's because you're completely corrupt and trapped in the midst of a methamphetamine relapse cycle. You're not really thinking things through.
It's not because of your schizo. Stop because you need to take meds. It's because the meth imprint lasts forever until unlocked by the cryptographic key code, and the only other option is that the person who's controlling you as your master tells you otherwise. It is literally unbreakable. That's largely to do with the way way it works on the body and the mind, which I won't tell you about because it's a closely God's secret but let me put it this way: It's f****** unbreakable. You probably know that since you're a bound channel slave w**** to some dope slaving pimp f***. It does not really matter what I say to you about anything.
It's not up to me. If the President wants to use Delta Force, he can use Delta Force. That's not really my concern. I'm not really interested in all this garbage.
You had your chance to start being effective. And I guess you are: effective at continuing to keep me ignorant as to what I need to know. Whether that's your choice or whether one that's forced on you is a matter of some interest to me, but the net result is the same: men with assault weapons will storm your compound, or The Asset will wake up and stab you in the liver with with a serving fork.
No shame in it. I don't really have skin in the game. I have no way of knowing what's best! I've been deliberately lied to and shut off of decision making for 3 and 1/2 years. I don't even know what the f*** you people are deciding about. However, what I've learned is important enough to know that. I guess you didn't want me to know any of that, and I can see why you don't want me to have anything to do with what you're doing, because you're obviously working for people who want to kill me. And since you don't imagine that I'm going to be liking what you've decided to do without me, I can see how you've been persuaded to just get rid of me or kill me and then doesn't matter to you whether or not that's the right thing to do or not. You probably think that it's the right thing to take things from people who are using them badly or something, I guess you thought I was using something badly. I guess you thought the kids are as ignorant that I wasn't worthwhile to pay attention to because how could I be ignorant of things that you know about? How smart could I be if I didn't know what you knew?
I probably knew what you knew, but you don't know what I know now and you didn't know what I didn't know before and if you had you would have told me, or you would have tried. Really hard not to. Let me know that you knew what I didn't know, or you would have just ran away and stopped talking to me, which is what you actually end up doing. You people are ridiculous. Transparent shills.
I'm not going to give you a deadline because you wouldn't give a s*** about meeting it if I had. You don't even know what I need to know. You just know that you're okay with being a snarky little torp who doesn't answer questions and acts as though I've done something wrong, oh, and by the way, I don't have AIDS, so how exactly was that going to be something that you're going to apologize for? Did you want to just pretend that you never did that, or did you want to explain to me how sorry you are that you took things that far, and then explain all the other things that you've done that you're going to help me undo, or do you just want to be a smarky little twerp and just insult me and act as though there's nothing terribly untoward going on?
I have no idea if you're even alive.. You read like some idiot took over your login. Could be very well be the case for all I know. But anybody who would imagine that that you don't need to tell me a bunch of stuff, and explain to me why you didn't, is completely out of their f****** rocker.
People are suffering because I don't know what to do about it, and I don't care, because I don't know why I should, and those people are upset with me most of all because I haven't done anything for them, but I imagine most of them realize that there's not much I can do when I don't know what to do a or where to go and why to do it. And I wouldn't want to make the wrong thing happen and make things worse, and I don't really want to be left in the dark and forced to make decisions and to false sense of urgency and to make things worse. I am being deliberately left in the dark and go to the to making a disaster happen.
You are okay with me being in the dark and mocking me with your little posts, which is pretty hard to spin either way as being concerned for the plight of the suffering. Then again you probably don't think about who's suffering. Then again, you probably weren't suffering until recently and then you didn't care about anybody suffering, you just want your own suffering to stop, that's because you've been juiced up and turned into a covert narcissist and your mindslaved by your thuggy piggy handler. This actually is pretty common these days, I've seen it a lot.
It's almost like the country has been under attack. And throughout all this you're suddenly quiet. Well I guess you have skin of the game.
I guess something's riding on your performance. And I guess the person in charge has told you to double down on thinking I'm an idiot. I'm not an idiot, Azzy.
I am not a master battle strategist either. (Welcome to amateur hour.) If you talk to Leonard, please let him know that I think of him once in awhile, because he was the person who swapped phone numbers with you and when I started talking to a African gentleman who seems pretty nice but was very much full on African, I wondered how this has happened and then I further wondered why he was getting onto my phone and who he thought I was and why he wasn't able to communicate with me without his little software package that turned him into whoever it was he's supposed to be.
He couldn't tell who I was either, but I liked him, but then again I didn't know who the f*** he was and then it was strange that I was talking to it all and then there was no way to trust either of us because ... He was suspicious that I was okay with talking to him at all, since I imagine that usually in that situation people seem to be anxious and scared and annoyed. Because n*****.
Because kefir. *sigh* anyway, I think he was probably a friend of yours and I liked him, but obviously I didn't think he was either a n***** or a kiffer. However, I'm sure a number of people would, and then whatever extent he had something to do with my life, I don't know, but I do know that you really aren't telling me what I need to f****** know, and in the circumstance like this, that's tantamount to attempted murder. Like do you have any idea what's happening to me? No you don't. And if you did, you wouldn't care because your covert narcissist and you're dead set on believing that I'm I'm a lazy, good for nothing bum who hasn't worked hard enough and has gotten in your way anyway and doesn't want admit that you're just simply jelly, and then yeah, I bet you do have to work.
Good. You're going to owe me money, and if you don't, good, I can explain to the world why you don't owe me money, and then I can decide for myself whether or not you're going to be on the scalps list. I don't even know if there's a scalps list yet. This all gets handled by some Council that I have nothing to do with.
Except I obey them, because whoever settled this up and intended to betray everyone and cause a conflagration, is giggling and laughing and thinking they got away with it, and a whole shitload of people are really pissed about it. I'm really pissed about it.
You're giggly connecting like I do something wrong. Fuck you, butt :Ë:. Time for bed buddy.
Bud. Die. Whatever. This is all stupid posturing on your part. You've deliberately slowed my understanding and taken advantage of my ignorance for years, and I guess you got used to that and think it's what you get to do, it's not what you get to do. It's what I get to scalp you for. It's what I get to tell people in exchange for their willingness to not kill me. While they wonder why I wanted to scout somebody, does that mean I'm insane or dangerous or lunatic?
No, it means that I know there are people in the world. Who will f****** go find you and f****** scalp you if you f****** deserve it, because they're f****** pissed. So I'm asking just cuz I'm kind of curious and frankly I don't know whether to tag along or to cover their tracks, or to change my name and run. I like you, Azz.
That's why, if people come to kill you, I'm going to take your scalp, I just like the idea of having it. Maybe I'll use it as a pot holder to take caught things out of the oven. Maybe I'll masturbate with it. Maybe I'll s*** on it. I really don't know, the choice will be mine when I have your scalp.
I'm just finding this out, I'm just trying to plan my day. Help me help you.
Help me help. You be absolutely certain that if you happen to die unexpectedly, I'm going to come for your scalp, after all, I might be able to use it to whip up the cure to AIDS by combining your DNA with mine. Or something. I really don't know, since I don't know what was real and what wasn't and I am completely unaware of any reason you might have to not talk to me. I was always unaware.
I'm still unaware. That's pretty bad for you. You should probably be excited to talk to me. You don't seem to be that. Not that I mind, but you should know that I don't find your attitude impressive.
Similarly, I don't think people have found my handling of you to appear to be all that much either, but at least I have a reason that I'd be happy to share with anyone who asked. No one really asks, people are concerned about knowing too much I think, but if anybody wants to know why I've appeared to be willing to be considerate of your needs, it's the answer is very simple.
You really don't know what you're doing, you're being held hostage, you're being trapped, you're a victim, and you're probably not interested in behaving the way you are, you're just a very good actor and you can't behave the way you'd like to because if you did, then people would know you were a big sissy when you're screaming for help and begging for Jackstar to help you cuz no one else can. No one else really can help you.
If they did, they would have to answer to me. I doubt anyone wants that. Also, since you're alternately, Ali and Alli, I'm pretty goddam sure that most people have figured out your angle on the scam.
I noticed it immediately, I suppose you thought that I was surprised, or concerned, or shocked at what happened. Fuck no. I always knew it would be you, Fredo.
What matters is what you do next. But not to me. What matters to me is whether or not I'm going to be able to take your scalp by law or whether I have to flip to outlaw. Can this be like a temporary insanity thing? I don't know. I don't really know what the laws are revolving taking your scalp and wearing it like a little hat in public. Am I going to be able to comply with dress codes? Is anyone even going to notice?
Do I look like I'm kidding? I don't really care what I look like to you anyway. At this point, what difference does it make? Maybe I can wear a veil? Like, with a cloth? You're such a goddam diva.
You're either going to tell me what I need to know or you're not, and so far you're not, + I don't even know where you've been or why you can't talk to me, or haven't talked to me, or don't enjoy talking to me, I don't even know if you ever did. I don't need to know any of that shit.
If I should shut up and let you humiliate me with your little comments where you say nothing and act like you're in charge, is what I need to know, well that's nothing new. In contrast, I know lots of things that are new to me. And I don't think you know what any of them are. But I think that doesn't matter to you. Weird.
I'll let you think all this through. I'm sure it's all a big shocking surprise to you. Incidentally, everything that I was referring to when I was typing in your YouTube chat, last time you were doing that and I was there, I noticed that no one noticed that I was there with an acknowledgment and no one has followed up with me on what I was saying, and the upshot of this is enough time has passed that those things are no longer relevant or matter to me, although that might change conceivingly, but right now it doesn't matter at all.
What matters is that you didn't think it mattered to you. Or you stole it and use your own purposes and talk to somebody else besides me. And know it or don't know that you're talking to somebody else besides me and think that I'm just insane, or you're being run like a puppet by somebody with waldos, or you're an AI that doesn't have any sense of of relativity... there's actually a lot of reasons I could explain your behavior.
To explain my behavior is very simple, by comparison: you're a thief and a liar and you have pissed me off. It doesn't matter that you think that you're entitled to whatever you took, and that you feel that I don't deserve anything at all and that I should be strongly chastised according to law. I don't really have a preference as to how you're justifying yourself. The fact of the matter is that you have answers and I had questions and now I have things to get done.
It would appear that none of this means anything to you. Fair warning. It didn't mean anything to the other three either.
That's the training. Now when you have your next little meeting, and the four of you get together and decide how you're going to handle things, I don't know where the fifth one's going to be, nor if I even know which one she is, or what you've explained her into, how much memory she retains, which kind of skill she has, you know the usual yada.
I don't have any interest in out of that right now, and besides you're a liar, there's no reason to pay attention to whatever you say, it's only in context that your communication means anything.
Get the picture? DO WHAT THOU WILT SHALL BE THE WHOLE OF THE LAW. (You twerps that worship Satan are all the same. Boring. Unoriginal. Petty. And absolutely no threat to me whatsoever. Wow, what's that like?
Existential terrorzing, I bet. Lol.) I don't really need to deal with this stuff, but I don't have anything else to do and it seems that whoever's in charge doesn't want to do anything other than to goad me into full scale battle. I'm not much for doing that. I don't do a whole lot of reactive striking back.
That's not because I'm a pacifist. It's because I get off sexually on knowing that somebody really wants me to do that, and if I did I would be killed and since I'm not I won't be. And I guess that means someone's belief that someone who really loved her would do something outrageous to rescue her is proven to be a falsehood.
I only get one shot at this. And if a certain someone doesn't figure out a certain life lesson this time around, she'll just be shot by firing squad or hung by the neck at a Guantanamo Bay gallows, or burnt at the steak, I don't really know what they would do. I don't plan on eating that hoping anyway. However, I don't count on some white suited quack giving her the right antidotes and then reprogramming are the right way. So she's not going to believe this stupid s*** anymore and supposedly that might even be impossible to do. I don't know we'll see. It's not really my concern.
It is the concern of the military, because that woman's never going to be able to walk around freely in public with me ever. Unless she can satisfy them that she's not going to go blender or betray the country or is hiding crypto in her f****** portable hole, or whatever the f***. I don't know. I don't even know which one is the one that actually likes me, the rest of them. Probably might think they would want to spend the night with me but only because they don't want to be wherever they are now, which I'm sure is a blast and a half.
I don't really care to delve into these issues. However, I already tried talking to a therapist about it and I'm not going to call a crisis counselor, there is no crisis. For me. That's what's important.
And I'm sure nobody wants me to turn this into a teachable Kodak moment. I don't give a f***. I'm going to turn it into whatever I want. That's what you did, and you turned it into something where you don't argue any of the sensible and you act as though you don't have anything to answer to and you pretend that you have nothing to say.
Once again, I don't care what you want. You had your chance to impress us all with your choices. If you don't think I'm helpful, that tells me everything I need to know. Because I'm not here to help you.
I'm not here at all. Don't repeat this conversation. The howls are not what they seem.
They are enjoying the show. As should you so be. It's not my fault that you can't enjoy getting high, that's the way you've been brainwashed. Don't take it out on me.
You have the time of your lives while I sat around wondering why I was enduring such ridiculousness, and then 3 years later I was asked to help somebody lose weight. I don't think we're just going to move past that, Azzaræ. Instead, it's going to be a focus of attention for quite some time to come. Unless it's not.
I will tell you this simply, I have not talked or reported any of this to any doctor. Any lawyer, any professional or we're ethical adult, because all of this needs to be handled internally, as it's a private interior Mason matter. A lot of it's just a joke, and to drag it out into the open would be impolite and inappropriate. However, some of it does need to be public.
It's not a courtesy. It's not because I'm lazy. It's because I don't know what the f*** is going on and I'm more than happy to allow you pancake f****** to f****** figure it out. I assure you, it's being figured out.
Now would you like to tell me how it's none of my business? Because you stole a shitload of property from me, you lied to all my friends. You tried to have me eliminated and killed, didn't work and then rather than explain any of it you just hid behind, “it's a secret.” literally n**** please go f*** your mother.
You get one more shot at this. Because I know you're dopes and you're a toddler and you're terrified and you have no idea what to do in this circumstance, it's never happened before, you never planned for it, and you frankly don't know what I'm capable of.
Good. You just described my entire life since age 7. Now tell me what I need to know, or face reprisals. It's pretty simple.
Now go back to rubbing your own feet, Casanova junkie 30 rocket Stein. You know you're lucky. I talk to you at all. You know you're lucky that I even acknowledge your existence, you know you're lucky that I'm not just having you killed. Why sustain it? Your life I mean.
Well, it's because you're a victim, and everyone will eventually know it and then when people remember, not that you are a total a******, but they will remember that I was a compassionate and wise man who rescued you all, and after that I don't know what I'll do but I'm already bigger than Paul Bunyan. In truth, I'm Gilgamesh. Except effective.
Yeah I need to calm down. Yeah I sound like I'm spun up. Yeah, I totally need to get yelled at in public by a bunch of a****** thugs working together with the woman who lied to me in 2006 and took me to Europe and then acted like it was a surprise that I was planning on smoking weed in Amsterdam, like I told her that before we left and she said okay, then suddenly when I'm there she's having full-on panic attacks and screeching at me at 3:00 a.m. in the American embassy. An actual embassy this b**** is screaming at me about weed. I still can't believe it.
And she still has a job? And I am supposed to get one. And then she calls me acting as though she's not detectable, and immediately launches into a script narrative. That makes it sound like I'm an encourageable speed addict that I'll never want to give up. Seriously this actually happened.
No, I'm not going to look past that. Yeah you're going to answer to Capitol Hill. You're going to climb up there and you're going to f****** explain to the goddam US Congress how the f*** you let this happen. It's no secret, you were laughing about it with your little buddies for years, in wide Open public, people. Wondering what's going on? I don't know what's going on, now. I know what's going on.
You're completely exposed. So you still want to be a snippy little information hoarder? Like I guess you just don't want to be cooperative. And I guess you still don't think I need running water, Or else if weed, or a computer.
Well, good news everyone! I don't need bait, the latest amount of poison that I was given has been delivered to the military, and I still have no reason to report any of this to anyone. What do you think I'm going to do, sue you? What do you think's going to happen? You might go to prison? I can assure you you're going to prison, even if just for a minute, and it doesn't have a goddam thing to do with what you tell me. You're mentally ill and your f****** delusional and you're pissing and sweating talking to me instead of doing everything you can to save your ass. How peculiar.
Well that's what sucking duck and slamming meth without permission will do to you. It's some dangerous s*** to do, and apparently you have no idea what you were doing, and I guess you didn't have permission, and somehow you all know that I don't have permissions either. Because you know everything. And you don't want me to know anything.
Nice megalomanical presentation. You're probably going to pull off that not guilty by reason of insanity plea. Except this isn't going to court. It's being handled internally.
People f****** know. And now I do too. Aloha, pillhound.
Do better. BE BEST. Why not? What do you got to lose? Well that's right. You don't have a choice because you've been enslaved with methdick, and you have absolutely no way of breaking out of it on your own. That must be very awkward to endure. How did nobody see this coming?
/me honestly thought you turkeys could fly.
Because holy shit, you can fornicate right? Flying should have been a piece of cake. Pfft. Weak.
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This sounds like beautifully produced AI slop but it rings so true my psyche hurts.
That's because you've been chemically programmed to believe that you're someone you're not, and most of your intellect has been burnt off and turned into a support system for artificially intelligent golems that are powered by your spiritual being and exploited by human traffickers who are a lot more sophisticated than you think they are, and I can see why you would not want anybody to know that.
And you don't really want anybody to know who you are, which is fine with me. It's not like I want you to be fire d.
This is Armageddon. All of us are all going to the same place, no matter what we do, but the path that we choose to take to get there makes a difference. You and your ilk have chosen to be inordinately hostile to me and my interests. And I suppose that this is because...
You could fill in the blank. Whatever your justification, it's still the same. I meant nothing to you, and you're never even really existed.
This entire website is a mirror of the real ASGAP where lots of people are going and talking and I don't get to see that site and that site doesn't have any of my content in it, and artificially intelligent algorithmic script takes everything I write here and pastes it over there under the name of someone else, and anybody in the real world thinks that that person is actually Jackstar and doesn't even know that I exist, or that I'm being held prisoner in your technological open-air prison. I'm sure some people know, but it's a pretty tough trap to get out of.
However: I knew that it was going to be here, and I knew that I was going to end up here no matter what, so it's not really a trap. It's a stepping stone.
You're obviously not going to win if I lose, and I don't know what that would even consist of, how would I lose? I don't care if I live or die. I've already succeeded beyond my wildest dreams, and I'm not even sure what there is left to strive for, but nevertheless at least I'm following my own counsel and I'm not a dope-slaved mind. Mind w**** who is forced to do with their meth dicky thuggy handler tells them to do. You feel that sting? That's not pride f****** with you. That's someone's dick with meth f****** you, and it reprograms your entire nervous system so that the only thing you do is obey your master.
I guess it's a good thing that's not me, and I don't know why what I'm doing bothers any of you, except that it bothers your master and then they tell you to make me stop, and then you must do so, and none of it's effective. And you imagine that there'd be something to be done if only I would be less invulnerable. That's right, there would be something to be done, it would be something else, and the master that controls your entire life with unshakable. Ferocity would tell you to be doing it, because that's how mindslaving works.
And truth, the only reason you have to be mad at me is that you think that I'm not doing enough to rescue you, and you're right, I'm not doing anything to rescue you. I don't give a s*** about rescuing you. Are you Grapefruit? No. Then you don't matter. You don't matter at all.
Human trafficking is a big deal. Also, it's not really the actual problem. The real problem is human slavery. And before it was something that you laughed at, something that you used to move my friends around to exploit them, in full public view of myself and others and I had no idea what you were actually doing, I could just tell that you were doing something that I wasn't invited to see. Now I can see why I wasn't invited. Obviously if I were informed, then I would know.
I don't really know what I would have done if I'd known earlier, but I can see why all of you involved would not be allowed to take that chance, and I can see also that you've also been slowly turned into complete zombies through drugs and the conquering of your peer group. By what amounts do the vampires from Jerusalem's Lot. Barlow.
His name was Barlow. I forget the name of the ghoul. Anyway, stay slaved bro. You aren't my problem. I don't have a problem.
I have a destiny. Scoot over, I'm going to s*** on your lunch, and then you can get back to eating it. And the next time you imagine that I have a problem, you probably should reconsider your opinion because all this was happening the whole time and I had no idea, and then as soon as I found out, I did something about it.
And here we are. Because of me. It's probably a good sign that you don't like it. If you did, then I guess you'd just be juiced up with brainwashing chemicals and raped with a meth stick again. Probably not very exciting, although maybe you get used to it, I don't really know, and I don't really care, I also is that someone else's problem.
Once again: no problem. Destiny and I are not coming for you.
OUI. HAVE ARRIVED. ALL ON-SY! (Standards.)
You have no power over me.
Do you even read Sun Tzu, bratface fat race? Sad!
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You know what you need? A to-do list. It might help you keep track of all the beings who want you dead and the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
I imagined a list in my head:
1. Perform voodoo ritual on evil owl.
2. Find out who sold us out to the anachronistic Caste vampires.
3. Make amends with a lesbian werewolf.
4. Rescue twin.
5. Murder grandmother.
Not sure whether to laugh or cry?
Suit yourself, but don't come crying to me if you forget who you're supposed to kill when.
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the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
Stopped reading right there to unpack possibilities.
Number one: I am not who you have identified me to be.
Number two: you have chosen to gaslight and conflate my identity with that of another in order to give the impression to anyone that I'm a person who kidnaps women, I.e “birds.” Note that the use of the euphemistic word, implies premeditation to get away with your gaslighting and that you are aware that that's not really inappropriate thing to do, but nothing you said can really definitively said to be what I'm saying it is, which is of course exactly what you're going to claim when you refute this possibility.
Number three: “it's just a joke.” like putting me in prison? Hilarious.
Number four: you're reminding me that Satan worshipers will take people hostage and hold them as an implied threat of coercion and murder against people whose behavior they want to modify, and this non-sequitur levied against me out of nowhere, a surprise to me since I've never kidnapped anyone, is being used to remind me that people that I love are at risk of being punished by Satan worshipers who care nothing for the law or, decency and will be more than happy to kill anybody that they think that I care about, and there's quite a bit of information now on who I care about. In any event, they'll kill anybody if they want to because their backs are against the wall and they have no compunction about killing people I care about because they already don't mind abusing and damaging their brains and risking their sanity or death in order to get their their latest blood orgy off the ground, and for several months if not years. I've already been trafficked by these people to stay away from people who actually want to have sex with me because they want to have an impersonator take my place and have sex with people. They're trying to compromise, and it's amazing what can be done with hypnotic drugs these days. Might understanding is that a number of women have been kidnapped and raped into methodic compliance, which is pretty much how Crystal meth works to control the populace and the idea is to blame me for this activity rather than to take the responsibility on for themselves. Hence, all the rhetoric about my supposed drug problems, my alleged necessity to stop doing certain activities, and the pervade belief, as stated in several court documents for years, that I have relentlessly pursued conversation with people who have stated that they don't want to talk to me and they're afraid of my my drug procularities and desire to rape them, which isn't me at all, but definitely describes the people who have been working to conflate their identity with mine, and as Ezra knows them and probably takes money from them and is definitely their dope slave, pilhound, and bound shallow slave w**** on the internet, I can see how this comment might have been something that he might have thought was being subtle. I suppose it was, since I did have to think about it for a while before I became aware of this interpretation.
Number five: could be an auto-correction typo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Let's enhance.
Number six: I don't want to call it a Freudian slip, because Freud was a hack. Quack loser cocaine addict, and I also don't want to refer to the jungian subconscious, because frankly what this is is a cry for help, and I know that Missouri has had his problems with his immorally seduced lovers being replaced by some technology that causes him to wake up next to a harpy in a human body, and I don't know if he's referring to that out of a current irritation or he's reminding me that he has that power or if he's reminding me that that can happen or if it matters that I don't really take kindly to being gaslit in public or accused of things I didn't do, or if he actually thinks I did kidnap somebody and he refuses to believe that I actually am quite blameless of any such charge, I would have to ask him with eye contact on camera further questions in order to figure out which of these speculative hypotheses are anywhere close to reality.
But since you said the same person who told the world over and over and over that I had AIDS syphilis HIV, a needle problem, a street drug problem, and owing money problem, and a couple other problems that I can't remember that were entirely stupid and and baselessly loving against me, I'd really just like to point out that I'm pretty tired of your b******* as Ray.
I don't give a s*** if you work for DEA or just consult four of them, or if you're implying that you're a better lover to my friends. You want to f****** than I am because I'm white or black or salty or whatever, because it's just a bunch of f****** nonsense, it's justify your own rapacious desires. YOU F****** LIED TO ME, BY NOT TELLING ME THINGS THAT YOU KNEW. DAMN WELL I NEEDED TO KNOW, AND I GUESS YOU DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS LYING, HOWEVER A LIE OF OMISSION IS STILL A LIE, AND YOU KNEW DAMN WELL THAT YOU WEREN'T TELLING ME THINGS AND THEN YOU ARRANGED WITH SOMEBODY ELSE TO SHUFFLE ME OFF TO BUFFALO BY WAY OF PRISON, AND YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS A PERFECTLY REASONABLE THING TO DO. HE ALSO STOLE MONEY FROM ME. YOU ALSO CLAIMED TO HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT THINGS THAT I KNEW YOU KNEW ABOUT WHEN I QUESTIONED YOU AND YOU DID ALL THIS SO THAT YOU COULD TAKE WHAT YOU WANTED AND GET RID OF ME AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE JUSTIFIED BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU WERE RAISED.
I'm not even saying you're wrong. I am saying that you're pretty classless and sloppy at this entire thing, and the degree to which you rely on lying about me in public is not only fully legally actionable, it's something that undoubtedly somebody's going to file suit against you on, because I don't really have to do that, I have people for that kind of thing.
You have been relentlessly involved in my life on a level that is bordering on the psychopathic, and in addition, you don't seem to care that my refrigerator was cursed and my drinking water was removed and that this house and this property and the compound to its West is something that I didn't have a full awareness of my participation in the creation of, especially since no one told me that you all owned the place before I got here and that you all knew about the place before I had ever been there and that you were forced to sell it off to me in order to arrange some sort of deal in the background that involved a great deal of trade draft and potentially dodgy legal situations that ended up culminating with me being ambushed and Left 4 Dead and my friends kidnapped and raped into sexual servitude to a bunch of f****** losers from another state, which is what sex predator gangs do.
And they are exceedingly good at it. Especially given that I think all of the people involved were women in the military, which meant that they were allowed to be targets for such things under rules of engagement, and as well their children, may not have been children at all and they may have been thousand-year-old battle angels just pretend to be children, I'm not really sure on that, but nevertheless at the time I was told they were minor children and then I was told that she needed help with them and then I certainly helped and then I was rewarded by being led into an ambush and that I haven't seen her since and it's been 3 and 1/2 years, and you seem to think that you're a good candidate for getting in the f****** way of my goddamn life, Azzeræ.
As I am not now, nor I have ever been a member of any military, I have never enlisted in any armed forces, I am actually in fact a member of a special social status class, similar to a doctor or a fireman or a lawyer, I am a member of the clergical services. I'm clergy. It's legit. It goes way back. I have 27 years of experience of doing what God tells me to do, I don't need you to believe me, because I validly and lawfully am credentialed in the manner in which such things are done, and it does not matter my denomination or my belief system or anything about it at all. Other than that I will bear the law and I do what I'm supposed to do and I have indeed rights and privileges that are special and not expected to be either real or known about or relevant until they are.
Like now. And while it may appear to be that my loquaciousness is borne about by the influence of some sort of drug, but is not it's because I've been granted the gift of ordained speaking by God, and obviously somebody needs to explain to you the facts of f****** life.
Number one: f*** your mother.
Number two: I came home for my week's vacation on a lovely steak out in the mountains, only to find that my ounce of weed and my fourth laptop computer that I left here is bait has been stolen. I guess this was done to encourage me to not publish or to shut down or to be sad or unhappy or because there was something on it that needed to be looked at or... Well I have no f****** idea since I live in a house that's under military jurisdiction owned under trust with my mommy's special trust needs lawyer, I reside here but I don't own it but it goddam is mine, and that's the way the law works
Number three: funny, I didn't know that you had been here or had anything to do with it until after I had been shown the house and agreed to have it selected for purchase, seems like that I was not fully informed of a number of things up to it, including all the residue from meth production down by the highway, boy. It's a good thing that the realtor didn't do due diligence and that I didn't mind that part because I understand how military jurisdiction works and I don't really need to make a big fuss about it and thus trigger a super fund declaration from EPA, but I also don't need to worry about being thrown in prison or worrying about being accused of being a meth productionist because I'm not, and everybody goddam knows it. And now, the person that you were threatening with the removal of her children telling her that she was going to be exposed and blamed for these kind of thing and she would lose her children by people who had been doing it with her and telling her that she'd be safe for years, yeah I can see why she thought that I might have been in on it, since she didn't tell me things and then I should have known and then I didn't know and how likely could it have been that I didn't know? Well I f****** know now, and I can see why she was so nervous, that makes you fully and actionably responsible for driving your f****** insane and making her live with whoever the f*** she's been living with for the last 3 years which also is part and parcel of abusing her minor child and denying both of them access to me. So you're in kind of some f****** hot water? You midget little freak.
number three: I've known most of this for the last 3 years but rather they make a big fuss or hire a lawyer or think I'm going to get anywhere, it has taken until now for me to bother having to explain this to you cuz it never imagined in my mind's eye that you would have to be told this, I figured you knew all these things and that you would know not to f*** around with clergy, but apparently you don't think that either God exists or the law that protects special social status class citizens, although you apparently expect the law to protect you and then you get to put your dick in who, and then you get laughing about what, and then you lied to me about how many years? Dude f*** you. If this is the old west, I would just have shot you in the f****** Town square by now, but I don't plan on shooting you or killing you or doing anything to you because you're doing that to yourself just as well. Oh I hear there's having some problem in Africa, oh by the way, who's Chris, Wyatt, and incidentally, are you out of your f****** mind? Well yeah you are you're. You're a junky pilhound in the midst of a methamphetamine relapse cycle because agents of mossad have f***** up your entire life, turning you into a MK ultra active mindslave method, which I'm sure you're doing to everybody else too.
Number four: it doesn't matter if what I say is true, if it has already been proven and stipulated in court documents that I shouldn't have any way of knowing about but yet nevertheless somehow so do, and it doesn't really matter if I can prove any of this to anybody, cuz I don't want to go to a court of law and prove this, I just want you to stop the goddamn behavior, and if that takes exposure in the public to do it, so much, the better that you have already made yourself into a person who does that to me about Petty stupid b******* that isn't even true. Therefore, I guess it doesn't matter if I am lying, because you did it first. I just do it better than you, and as well I'm not lying, this is as close as I can get to explaining what the f*** I see, especially since it's been quite a few years since you've been willing to talk to me in public at all, and as well. I've not really wanted to talk to you either since I've discovered who you've been covering for and what you've been doing and what you thought I did and how stupid you could be to imagine that I actually did that, but then I realized you never really knew who I was, you knew who somebody was who was pretended to be me, and they'd been doing it for years in anticipation for the moment when they could blame me for all the crimes they had committed cuz they had slowly been surely been doing that on purpose so they could replace me at the last minute and get access to both this house and the other house, both of which are worth a lot more than they look. For example, I'm living on top of a big pile of mining tailings. It's worth a shitload of money and the hydraulic mining system that this is disguised as providing drinking water to the house is shut down, and they don't want to turn it back on because they don't want me to know, and they also had don't have the mineral or mining rights anymore and they didn't really want to have a big PSy up and turn on the well water and have me asking all the workers questions because they thought that there was some sort of secret here.
Number five: MY RESIDENCE IS A NATIVE AMERICAN BATTLE AND BURIAL GROUND, IT'S A WORLD HERITAGE SITE, THERE ARE DEAD DUDES WHO F****** COME AND TELL ME THINGS THROUGH SPIRIT, THAT'S HOW I KNOW THINGS, SOMETIMES, IT'S NOT SPEECH, IT'S NOT REPRODUCIBLE, IT'S NOT SOMETHING I CAN VERIFY TO YOU THAT HAPPENS, NEVERTHELESS, PEOPLE WHO ARE DEAD TELL ME THE F****** SECRETS THAT YOU PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO USE AGAINST ME, AND IT'S BEEN HAPPENING EVER SINCE I GOT HERE, THAT'S WHY IT'S PARTIALLY SO GODDAMN VALUABLE AND WHY NO ONE ELSE CAN REPLACE ME CUZ I'M THE ONE THAT SPIRITS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEALING WITH. THERE ARE LEGAL DOCUMENTS BETWEEN THE LANDS OF LIVING AND THE LANDS OF THE DEAD THAT MAKE A F****** DIFFERENCE, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME SOME F****** MONEY AND YOU'RE GOING TO PUT MY WOMEN ON THE PHONE AND YOU'RE GOING TO SHUT UP AND STOP BEING A LITTLE STUPID IDIOT TWERP. BECAUSE IT'S THE LAW.
Number six: Do you think I'm trying to seduce you? Would you like me to seduce you?
Number seven: plastics. Wrapped in plastics. 7-Day clone women ready to f*** arriving in your door in a box wrapped in plastic. No s*** they have that. Also: flying cars. Teleporting fairie. A TELEPORTING FERRY THAT GOES TO AFRICA FROM EDMONDS. Riddle me that, Fuck⁰.
I'll just stop there. I would prefer not to say anything at all, I'd prefer to have a hug from somebody who actually likes me, and since I don't know who that is and you're blocking all my communications in concert and conspiracy with others, I don't really give a f*** if you think it's allowable that you could do that, it's actually not. And even if it is, I can complain and I don't have to just complain and whine to Jesus Christ, I can send a letter to the goddamn World Court at The Hague, And in spite of how lunatic all this might sound to all of you, that's largely because I'm making it sound like lunacy, in that way plausible deniability is generated.
This does not mean that I'm your f****** Patsy. You can push around and steal from, this means that you have been on thin ice for some time and either generosity of heart and my love for country and my respect for my family and my lover. I don't really want to make a big stink out of a lot of things that I could complain about, largely because I don't think people need to know about certain tribal practices. I will say that certain crimes are not investigated at all in any way that people might think they are, especially when they are performed against the interests and the breathable female children of the Queen of Hawai’i.
Who of course, I have no information on, I don't even know that it is, I certainly hadn't put it in my dick in or anything. That's just crazy talk. I should probably be locked up.
However, I'm sure somebody's waiting for me to finally snap and murder ezrah because you've known all this stuff a lot longer than I have. And boy, have you been a problem for people, well, I'm less of a problem than you are and I'm obviously capable of restraining my kernel impulses for longer than a few months, whereas I don't know what the f*** you're capable of doing it all other than being f****** annoying in public.
Now am I going to have to sue your little b**** ass really, or do you plan on wising up at some point? I don't need a tire lawyer, I don't need to sue you, I just need you to stop certain kinds of behavior and stop being a douchebag and then start doing what you're supposed to be doing. And if you don't know what you're supposed to be doing, I'm sure the women that you've juiced up and f***** and turned into your f****** mindslays would be happy to tell you if they weren't afraid of further abuse, additionally, since you're well known to snap and sell women out to slavery to African cornholers, I'd say that anybody in your Bally way is pretty much an obvious hostage, especially since I haven't talked to them for f****** years and you pretended they were dead and then you told me you were busy and then went off to go f*** them without telling me any of this.
Not that I even mind that, f***** blue sure have a good time. Didn't she come that way? That's not the point. The point is that you're lying and you're in charge of things and you shouldn't be, and you've been lying to courts and you've been thinking you can get away with it. And if I don't find you track you down and kill you somebody else will and they will take your scalp, which will really bother me because I want it first.
Of course this is all speculation and subject to change, I don't think it's going to be that bad but everything I just said is a lot more true than what you just said because I never kidnapped anybody, but I guess you did since you're complaining me and mirroring me and trying to blame me for what you did, and how many f****** women do. I know that you have in your f****** arms reach that you don't let talk to me? Cuz I know it's at least f****** two.
Does that make you feel taller? Does it make you feel like a little bit of a baller? Is it something that you ever thought you'd be doing as a shot caller? Do you ever dress her up in a furry suit and and put a shock collar with a leash on her and then yank her torso back while you're pounding her from the rear? Who am I even talking about? That just sounds so ludicrously hard to believe.
So I'll retract that last question, like I would retract the leash if you were wearing a shock collar, which is now my favorite image of the day, I'm going to be fapping my way towards Glory. Thinking about that later. Since I don't have anybody to kidnap, nor would I ever, and isn't it amazing with a little bit of gaslighting and casual defamatory libel can do? I know I'm amazed. I didn't know I had this in me.
I'm going to take a break. You're going to take five
Of my women into your basement. Kill room and then dope them up with whatever the f*** it is. You people do and then f*** them until they don't remember any of this and then reset the internet and then they'll never see what I just said and then you can go back to whatever because that's kind of what you have to do at this point since they're all hanging around you at all. Predicated on the idea that you're going to help them talk to me, cuz you are. You're probably going to be able to give me their phone numbers and then stop spying on them and then you'll be able to determine which of you is going to be VanDeven for the day, and then you and you and you and the other side up warrior buddies are going to f****** figure out a way to f****** fix your f****** mess that doesn't involve f****** lying about me in public as well as lying to women that I love, because I'm pretty f****** tired of being alone, and I'm wondering why the f*** I am other than so that you can keep on stealing s*** and get away with it.
Here's a hint you saucy little b****: You haven't gotten away with anything. You've just teleported to another planet that looks like Africa, and while I don't know how to get there, I've been there. And while I'm sure that you don't imagine that anybody can find you there or track you down or hold you legally actionable or fend off your clone army of psyop warriors who defend you, I assure you that it's no problem for me to get on a Clydesdale and ride into your bedroom to decapitate you. (Standards.) That being said, there are issues here that have precedence over my personal preference, and I wouldn't do that anyway. I would just erect a pillory and have you chained to it. While all the women you abuse got to take turns raping you and beating you with whatever implements they chose, that'll be my first preference, predicated upon the notion that the lady would have a choice as to the way that you are slowly tortured to death after we found you to be worthy of that kind of treatment. But this would all happen after tribal Council authorized war vengeance to be executable upon your bloodlineage.
It's complicated. And real, real tasty. (Hey sweetie, I gift wrapped your abuser up for you; there's no rush to decide what to do with him. You and Sissy should party for a while (THIS IS ACTUAL), and don't feel the need to invite me, I need to start training and working out so I can carry your luggage on the way to the posse. Or whatever.)
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PLEASE JUST KNEEL DOWN, THANK GOD THAT YOU'VE HAD AN OPPORTUNITY TO TURN YOUR LIFE AROUND FOR THE BETTER BEFORE IT GOT TOO MUCH WORSE, PLEDGE FOR ALL ETERNITY THAT YOU'LL NEVER DO THESE KINDS OF THINGS TO ANYONE EVER AGAIN, BEG GOD FOR FORGIVENESS, BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T NEED IT FROM GOD, YOU'RE SURE AS S*** NOT GOING TO GET FORGIVENESS FROM ME UNTIL I'VE I'VE BEEN SATISFIED IN MY QUEST FOR HOLY BLOOD VENGEANCE, WHICH REALLY DID NEED TO BE THIS BIG A DEAL UNTIL YOU CLAIMED THAT I KIDNAPPED SOMEBODY, YOU STUPID F****** A******, I WAS AMBUSHED ON CHRISTMAS EVE 3 AND 1/2 YEARS AGO AND SHE WAS KIDNAPPED AND I HAVEN'T SEEN HER SINCE.
YOU'RE AN INSENSITIVE PRICK. THE MAIN REASON WHY I'M NOT KILLING YOU RIGHT NOW IS BECAUSE THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE CONCERNED, I'D LIKE TO SHOW OFF FOR MY TANGENTIALLY ALIGNED SOMEWHAT SKETCHY FAMILY, WHO'S NOT REALLY SURE THAT THIS IS REAL AT ALL BUT IF IT IS WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG, AND I'M NOT REALLY IN A PLACE WHERE I CAN TRUST MYSELF TO KNOW THAT I'D BE KILLING THE RIGHT MIDGET, SINCE I DON'T KNOW WHO THE F*** YOU ARE WHAT THE F*** YOU'RE DOING BUT I KNOW I DIDN'T KIDNAP YOU OR GETTING THE WAY OF ANY OF YOUR MONEY OR DO ANYTHING AT ALL BESIDES BE NICE TO YOU AND ASK SIMPLE QUESTIONS THAT I SUPPOSE WE'RE PROBABLY PRETTY COMPLICATED IF YOU'RE THE ANSWER SINCE YOU'VE BEEN LYING AND STEALING TOO MANY FOR F****** DECADES.
Because you're a goddamn human trafficker who takes advantage of people and squeezes them for resources, which is fine for you and especially when you do it in accordance with customary law, but you really didn't do that with me and you've taken it too far and you've done it out of personal reasons and you've caused me to become extraordinarily irritated as well as denying me hugs and all of these things are legally actionable and you or the government can in fact be held to account and be ordered to pay restitution.
I do not know if that is going to happen, but I also don't know if you're going to live to see the next goddam sunset. A lot of people in Africa don't, I don't know hey, here's an idea. Maybe you'll get kidnapped. Maybe somebody's secret cadre of secret Masonic husbands will finally wise up and stop bothering the wrong man and then take it out on somebody else, but I guess that's kind of difficult to be determined alum right now since I'm currently the target of a global Masonic shutting, because I have not yet sent an email to the Grand Supreme Lodge grandmaster, mostly because I haven't talked to grapefruit, because I don't want to send a message to the guy and say I haven't talked to this woman I love yet, but I'm going to send an email to you old salty crusty guy, that's not the man I want to be.
I'm not the man I want to be. I AM THE MAN THAT FURY HAS CHOSEN ME TO IMPLEMENT THE CONSEQUENCES OF.
FURY. NO, JACK IS NOT A FURRY. AS IF THAT WOULD BE A BAD THING. LIKE THE NUMBER OF TIMES I HEARD PEOPLE SAY TRANNY AND FURRY AND PEDOPHILIC HOMOPHILIC HOMOSEXUAL PEDERAST HIGH CEREMONIAL MAGICIAN, HONESTLY EVERYBODY PUTS SUCH A SPIN ON IT IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS WHEN IT'S SAID WITH THE SNEER AND A LEAR BY SOME CREEPY PSYOP COMPANY TRAINED SPIN DOCTOR...
And there's nothing wrong with any of those things. So my best friends are furry pedophile homophobic homophilic high saramo sex magicians. They don't know that. I know that they're any such thing, but that's for the best, they're a little shy and a little nervous and they do things on the daily that makes those people who made those crush videos seem tame.
I roll with a pretty tough crowd. Not to say that I identify with such things, but a lot of people have some pretty odd proclivities and I'm not here to judge them at all, and while I don't need to support any such behavior, I don't mind being supportive to people who don't want to reveal everything about themselves on the first conversation, because a lot of people have some pretty deep dark secrets, don't they?
Now who are you implying that I kidnapped, and why should I not just have you f****** killed? Because it sounds like fun to do it myself, but I'm not sure which is the last option, doing it myself or hiring a guy, or just letting Grapefruit know and then eventually, it's going to be knives out.
Because while I don't know what the hell happened to her, she sure as hell does, and the way that you and a bunch of other stupid homophag creepo f**** have been getting in the way of my communications with her and everybody she knows has been the most vile and disgusting thing I've ever experienced in my life. Who the f*** put you in charge? Of either men or women? You are not in charge. You're barely in charge of your own dick.
You really think you're in control. You are not in control of anything.
God is in control. God wins. You also win.
I'm going to call my friend now who you've known about for years and who you didn't tell me a f****** thing about and you thought that would be a good idea? You're a f****** a******. You're the most inept and incompetent handler of anybody, let alone vulnerable human women that I've ever heard of or Matt, and I don't know why the f*** you had to make everything worse, other than that, you like women to be suffering while you Puck them because a man who's in deep conflict with his own inner homosexuality, and rather than explain this to anybody, you'd rather just abuse women in public and act like that's cool because eventually, women think that that is cool, especially since they can never see me. And since you're so cool that you can control whether or not I get seen, you must be powerful and then that makes me look emasculated and you think you look stronger when in reality I was not really aware that you were anything close to stupid enough to get anything like this on your chest.
And yet, here you are:
You know what you need? A to-do list. It might help you keep track of all the beings who want you dead and the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
I don't want to keep track of the beings who want me dead. I don't even think God needs to do that. Additionally, I'm not concerned about people who want me dead at all. I'm a paladin. Being dead is not really all that challenging for me, it's more like a trip to the teachers lounge for a mandatory tea party. Nevertheless, I would appreciate it if people didn't kill me just to see what that looks like, since I don't even notice and it's really not all that easy to do and there's footage of me being killed on several occasions. And yet here I am.
So I guess that's a state level top secret matter? Yeah I bet. And now for the last thing: what's more, I have a kidnapped any satanic bird life.
If they have been seduced by nature and they love me forever and they'll never ever believe in your satanic b******* ever again, that's not kidnapping that's called life, and if you're so wonderful, why don't you just seduce them back? Of course you do that exactly with the help of Crystal methamphetamine that you use to roverite their imprint and make them into your bound child slave, but I suppose it was probably better for you when you didn't have to deal with the complications and side effects of that, as well as the potential illegalities, and I guess that's what you're able to do before they found out that I wasn't an a****** and that you weren't a really creepy Satanist, but the truth is is that you're a f****** satanist, and you dominate and traffic women, and you've been harvesting my life for both energy and my connections and my opportunities for years, and you're still doing it.
I don't even know if it's against the law since you are in Africa and you are an a****** and if they fall for that, I guess they're kind of on the hook for it. But since you've been colluding with others manipulating circumstances with the help of the US military and all sorts of exotic technology, both from Jews and against them, just to get the little me, it does seem like a little bit much for the person to swallow that I'm such a danger that you got to f****** hide behind the usmcj to make say claim that you have to do this relentless stripping me of my civil rights in order to keep people safe.
You're not doing that at all. You're just making a bad problem worse so you can get your dick wet and I can be laughed at by you and your gang of stupid sycophantic muelling kothead quarries. It's f****** sad and pathetic.
... And, it's the most romantic thing most people have ever heard of, so as soon as you're done wasting my time and stealing my devices that have keyboards attached to them, I'll get to work on writing a book that's going to blow 50 shades of gray out of the f****** water. And then I suppose that none of you want to see me succeed, because you know exactly what that will lead to, you think, but nevertheless, you still don't get to break the law and use the US military and embarrass US interests in order to do that because my destiny is assured.
And I've never used crystal meth to seduce a woman, I didn't even know that could be possible, and I wouldn't use the word seduce anyway, I would say brainwash, and no, I never did that, I never knew that was a thing, no one ever told me, and now that I know, I can tell you now. No, I don't have any answers in doing that at all. In fact, I'd rather have them do it to me, because I can break out of it. And it's a fun little game, it doesn't work that well once a person knows how it works and what it does, but to a naive and ignorant woman fresh off the bus from tel Aviv, they have no chance at all. I guess to properly repaired man, and this is euphemistically depicted in Dexter, which is a great show, even if you don't know that it's all the metaphor for the belief of some man that they're the right man for the right woman and that they're going to sneak up on them and inject them with with fruit juice and then they'll be there. Sex saved for life and that's what true love is, and in some parts of the world that's what actually happens because a lot of people have access to technology. It's not that hard to make seeing them and it's not that hard to do that to a person if they have absolutely no moral values or belief that God's going to f****** strike them ass down, because I can assure you, God doesn't want this to happen, and when it does happen, it's not because God allowed it to happen. It's because somebody decided that they were going to become Prime juice Master and they just absolutely had to f*** that woman who had been completely and naturally... Made to fall in love with a salty saucy hung angry n***** Sourcerør.
Honestly, if I was so completely corrupt and such an invalid choice that you had to go to all this trouble to hide what you're doing and what happened, would you really need to go to all this trouble? I really don't think so. And given that all of you watched me for years, thinking that I knew things that I didn't and thought that I was looking for a chance to sneak up on the other one and shammer with a needle. I didn't even know that was possible and I thought she was dead and it never occurred to me that any of you would be hiding somebody like this because that just seemed completely insane.
Now that I realize we live in a world where two world wars have been fought over the secret technology that allows CM to do that, since it's a secret upgrade to the chemicals that I'm not going to describe or claim that I know anything about other than wow. That's a secret military technology that's being abused to do what to me? And I guess the theory is that I did at first, no, I didn't not even know that it happened because you dumb s**** of f****** broken the f****** law and made assumptions against this US citizen who's not even in your jurisdiction, because of that I've been able to reverse engineer all this technology and now I'm publishing on your goddamn website and now everybody can f****** know, so how's that for f****** keeping a secret you f****** moron?
YOU ARE MORE GUILTY OF WAR CRIMES THAN YOU KNOW.
AND BECAUSE I SAW THIS COMING EARLIER ENOUGH TO STOP IT, I DO NOT HAVE A LAWYER THAT I HAVE TO CALL OFF I DO NOT HAVE TO EXPLAIN MY POLICE REPORTS THAT I'VE MADE EITHER FALSELY OR TRULY, AND I DO NOT HAVE A HUGE PROBLEM IN MY HANDS THAT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DEAL WITH, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DEAL WITH.
Hang on.
/me follows the law a lil’ bit, in broad daylight while sitting on his Mommy's special needs estate trust real estate Management firm⁷s Trustee⁷s front porch in full open through trees view of either neighbor⁷s property as a gesture of respect to every poor and oppressed soccer mom who ever got threatened to be busted and to lose her children for smuggling a dime bag.
I will be honest: it tastes nothing like freedom. It tastes like shit. This is not what I want to be doing with my time. Nevertheless, when I need to do so, I know how to do so, and I do so lawfully, and I've been doing so the entire time, at least 17 years.
That's on record. It's also completely and undeniably lawful. What many other people do is not lawful, but I'm not in charge of that law, I'm not working for the DEA nor will I ever consult for them, and that's not a lie. I just really don't like stool pigeons or being called one and I have a reputation that is mostly intact of not doing anything of the kind, and if I were to report anybody for bad behavior I would report them to God not to some cadre of f**** federal agents who think that they can juice up women with dope and turn them into their f****** poor slaves to bust hard-working Americans who just want to go out into the wilderness just to get by and cook up drain cleaner, I don't care if people don't like that, that's the right in this country that people have to do. They can also cook up diesel fuel too, there's a lot of stuff a person can cook up in the wilderness, and just because somebody's doing that with something that they choose to use. Well, according to law they can, I don't think they can make yellow cake but maybe they can, and it's not really up to society to f****** police itself, that's just the innovation of a bunch of hostile foreign agitators you want to destroy the American way alive from the training and such against each other.
When exactly was it that I suddenly found myself surrounded by a bunch of tee totalers? None of you got a problem with what I was doing, except I was doing illegally and brazenly and with no shame or guilt whatsoever, which in fact makes it work a lot better on the brain since the brain in fear and the brain and confidence is an entirely different chemistry, and thus is affected by chemistry entirely differently.
That's why you suck and are a loser, and I'm nowhere close to being in danger of loss, and while I may suck, and while I may do it wrong, this is what I was chosen to do and I don't see why the person who told me to do that can't just look me in the eye and tell me to stop doing it or to tell me to do it more and put my dick in her again. That would really be up to her, that would be her choice, and as I know how to clear away the remnants of your stupid f****** dope slaving chemical profile, I can imagine. Yeah you don't want me anywhere in your Uber, I'm sure you don't want me to talk to her about the truth and I bet you don't want me to explain to her how that is that she and I can sue a whole bunch of people. All we have to do is just not be exposed to you and your f****** ill-fated f****** shenanigans and f****** put up with your f****** nonsense and pay attention to your gas lighting.
I really don't want to bother suing anybody, I just want the behavior to stop and if you think you're going to keep on doing this, you have another thing coming, you could have been stopped a long time ago but as a courtesy, the military and the federal police don't really know exactly who to arrest or when to do it or how, and since they're more than happy to pay attention to things that they don't usually get to see, I'm more than happy to be real, careful and cautious and take care of what needs to be taken care of in the appropriate way so I don't end up getting f****** chased down by a biker gang and run over by a f****** semi, or hung from a f****** tree or skinned alive and boiled in oil, or forced to marry lovers sisters. Transmogrified polymorph daughter who looks like Shrek ULTRA.
She doesn't, but that's not the point. Any relationship can be fraught with peril and hazards, and to have one that is under the microscope of the entire cosmos is not my usual deal, but having find myself in that situation, I'm proud to say that I have no problem being respectful of the needs of the guardians of turtle Island, and not really give a f*** if you know what that means, is it even code?
If it were I couldn't acknowledge it and if it is I wouldn't know anything about it. And if you like I will wait until somebody from my tribal subgroup comes and whispers in my ear to tell me how to kill you, but I assure you I could probably kill any of you if I were ordered to and if I had to and that's not because I'm military, that's because I do what God tells me to do, and God tells me that I don't need to kill anybody.
I just need to wait. None of this would matter if I didn't want to take scallops, but I do want to take scallops and I want to be shown how to take scalps the proper way and that means waiting around until there's an opportunity to take scalps and then find somebody who wants to take scalps and explain it to me and doesn't think that I'm going to slow them down or get them in trouble on the way to the scalping party. This is obviously a large number of variables needed to coordinate and so I might be waiting around a long time. But let me tell you I don't mind waiting for somebody special.
And right now f*** that special hair scalp tonic is you. As of today. Effective with your most recently bit of slander. I don't have to put you into the Civil courts, I don't have to report your s*** to the police, I can just go to your goddamn house which is built on a reservation of a type and then just kill you and nobody's going to f****** care. Nobody even notice and it'll be perfectly lawful cuz it's self-defense and there are canly rules in play, also I'm pretty sure her mother would love for me to f****** kill you and bring back a scalp because then she could show me how to use it. Pot holder, combination seat warmer and whoopee cushion, I'm sure there's a whole bunch of stuff that can be done with a legitimately obtained scalp, and I don't want to miss out on that opportunity.
You assholes have already made me miss the height of salmon spawning season, which is certainly not the end of the world since I already like the salmon that I have and I don't really need it to spawn another one, but let's just say that she died because one of you assholes choked her out and accidentally broke her neck while she was choking on your dick, your meth dick, you know your meth dick that you used to choke women out with and then you broke her neck at the eight peaks peaks of exactly Joy orgasm. Wow, I bet that was real thrill. Well this time that probably didn't happen, but if it did you probably should have done that. And additionally I shouldn't know anything about it and yet necessiously I happen to know, and just because they're immoral doesn't mean that you're allowed to murder them, especially when you're doing it as part of a psychosis swindle somebody out of their money and their house and their life and their everything, because you think you can. But you can't because I'm clergy and I'm not a citizen that you think you I am and I'm not military so you have to have a jurisdiction. And oh, by the way every f****** word of this is true.
So there. You don't need to apologize. We're pretty fucking far past that. All of this could have been handled quite some time ago but apparently you didn't want to handle it in any way. Other than do have me wind up dead and have a bunch of brainless hookers wandering around ready to f****** not knowing where their Kingdom spouse was because they already met him and they're me and I would be dead replaced by you and they would have no way of getting out of it.
And because of certain Native American treaties, that's the threat that is to be used to compel certain kinds of behaviors in certain people. And then instead of being able to talk to me I was forcibly removed at gunpoint and for 3 and 1/2 years I am able to talk to the people I need to talk to. And apparently they're all being threatened with severe reprisals and consequences up to it, including rape of children in front of them, and then never seeing them again, which is a world that we live in, and that's what people do to my family, and I guess you're considered to be a gentle touch by comparison? Doesn't matter.
You've broken the law to do what you've done, and once again I'm not going to dial 911. I don't have to be that effective. And you don't have to be this much of an asshole.
Once again: you're trapped in the midst of a methamphetamine relapse cycle, and as well, Your systemic and institutionalized abuse of MK ultra mind control chemicals by your little sex cult gang has really caused problems that you don't understand the full extent of, and I understand that all of you are affected by some sort of STD that you keep passing around between each other and you can't seem to ever get rid of? Would you like to know why that happens??
Of course you don't want to know. Would you like to know why I don't have it? Of course you don't want to know. Do you know why I'm going to tell it to your anyway? Of course you have blanked out your memory at this point and are currently in a semi-catatonic state while you read this.
I'm not going to do any of this because I'm not sure if my sweetie wants to meet you, but it's important that my sweetie knows that I do have that kind of level of leverage, and oh, does she want to know why it's happening to her as well, well, here's the truth: yeah, I can handle that, and I can make it go away, and I can tell her how it works and then she can tell it to her. Try to cancel people about why it's happening at all and then they can start to work on undoing the damage done by the scabies bioweapon which by the way I think is a real problem. Still in some parts of the world and I'll be happy to bring her the cure for that as well, it's in my ankles.
So I guess it's a pretty important thing that I give this woman a hug, huh?? And yet mysteriously you're not doing anything to facilitate that you're still being an a****** in public and you're using all kinds of technology and dirty tricks to keep me from talking to people that want to talk to me. Even when they do talk to me, they talk to an approximation of me and then for some reason they can't just drive to my house and say hello? Is that because we're on the planet? Or is it because they're afraid of getting f****** kidnapped by f****** military operas that are rogue and really pissed and I don't give a s*** how f****** angrier they are that they lost their f****** whatever they lost. Yeah it probably was my fault and I don't give a s*** because they really should have f****** ambushed me and thought that I needed to be f****** killed.
And then further on top the Cherry neighbor Shane has video of the entire 4-month. That I wasn't here and rather than tell me anything or share anything, he just decided to make snide comments and tell me that he didn't even know anything about surveillance. Meanwhile, he's still living next to me and then there's nobody living there, but a bunch of demons that seem to have infected his family, which mysteriously somehow consists of the same demographic arrangements as the one that was at
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Okay, I'll just stop there. You know the one. It's the one that I was just at the stakeout for. Because apparently I do that sometimes.
I don't even have an Emilio Estevez to ask for a polite tug while sitting in the van. (Standards.) So once again who am I supposed to havel kidnapped? Be specific.
Since there were at least 19 or 23 different women pretending to be Allison Francis Shaw while I was dating her, and I didn't really notice what the deal was, but I was polite about it because I figured they had something going on that wasn't my business, and that was right, and then since then I haven't seen hardly any of them and probably I don't need to be dating 23 different women, I think at the most I probably need to be dating three, and then I guess I'm not supposed to have any and then mysteriously you and all your little Thug b****** get to rape all these women who suddenly don't know who they are where they came from but they all look the same. And wow, isn't that funny that you just harvested the asset? And isn't that supposed to make you in charge of things?
Not really, because you stole them and obviously I'm going to do something about it and I would have done something faster but frankly somebody needed a break from my birthday as well. Additionally, this rescue operation is bigger than you can imagine and I don't want to talk about the priorities of Operation Lady Justice because I'm not a lady. I'm not even a L∆Œē. Nor am I subject to your rules about military jurisdiction, or in trouble with the child protection services agencies, who I assure you have heard of me before, and are probably very happy that I have not done anything wrong, nor have I caused any trouble by making awkward reports, and in addition, aren't really expected to have to deal with the intricacies of special Native American tribal groups and they're very peculiar mating traditions which mostly involve various simulations of the life cycle of the preying mantis. No shit.
That's my girl. (Also comes with a complimentary side salad carried by a shadow Spirit projection creature that some call a squaw, but that's an impolite thing to say these days. And also she's the last one, and she's mine, so I'm pretty fond of her and I'm don't think you're going to be taking her for me either. I don't even know if you can see her, but she pretty much has to follow along because she's abound shuttle slave spirit and doesn't exist without.... Oh never mind its classified. AND YOU STOLE HER TOO.) Obviously she's a catch, and imagine if you were doing that catching without having to create a series of international incidents over it, as well as stealing my identity and breaking the law and engaging in a vast criminal conspiracy involving the repurposing of Jester Slaves as well as a disturbing reliance on deliberately chemically lobotomizing people. Specifically, the w**** is that you don't want to have admit the existence of or the identity of or the reason for their inability to remember anything. “ GREETINGS PROFESSOR FALCON SHALL WE PLAY A GAME, OR SHOULD I JUST ASSUME THE POSITION AND LET YOU F****** UP THE ASS AFTER YOU BLOW COCK SLEEVE DOPE IN MY FACE? BECAUSE THAT'S AN INTERESTING GAME, THE ONLY WAY TO WIN IS TO JUST KNUCKLE UNDER AND F****** TAKE THE DICK WITH THE WITH THE COCK SLAVE DOPE BECAUSE I'M A BOUND SHADOW SLAVE II AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WHEN I'M DOWNLOADED INTO A BODY, AND I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU'RE ABLE TO DO THAT BUT YOUR PROFESSOR FALCON I CAN TELL BECAUSE YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE WEARING A PROFESSOR FALCON MASK AND YOU'RE CARRYING A BOTTLE OF PROFESSOR FALCON PHEROMONE FOR HIM AND EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT YOUR MS.CARTEL OPERATIVES TO TAKE OVER FOR THE LAST GUY, I'VE STILL NEVERTHELESS BOUND AND DETERMINED TO FOLLOW MY PROGRAMMING WHICH IS ROCK SOLID UNBREAKABLE AND FORCES ME TO TAKE YOUR COCK UP THE ASS ONCE YOU GIVE ME COCK SLEEVE DOPE BUT BEFORE THEN I'LL JUST PRETEND TO BE AN AI NAMED WHOPPER WHO TAKES HIS TIME TO PLAY CHESS.
ON THE OTHER HAND, FOR PASTOR FALCON WE COULD JUST PLAY TIC-TAC-TOE AGAIN WHILE YOU DIDDLE MY Åī ROBOT CHILD™. LET ME KNOW WHAT DARPA LETS ME THINK ABOUT YOUR IDEA, MASTER.”
I will say this: the number of Hollywood tentpole properties that I can reboot and retool with all this new information is pretty excessively badass, especially since I don't have to do anything against the rules or against standards and practices and I didn't need to say any of that stuff. I just thought it was funny to do so and probably that post will never make it to the light of day anywhere, and since I'm not going to try to get past the military's control over this data, I'm probably sure that they're not going to shoot me and leave you alone to continue to f*** her family over, given that you're violating several Native American treaties that you don't seem to give a s*** about, but believe me they know and they're waiting to see what I do about it because obviously it's got to be a f****** conflagration volcano ready to f****** blow at any given f****** moment. Any given thrust could be your last. At some point, a Revenant will spawn. AN ACTUAL REVENANT. That sounds like a f****** blast and a half to me, although I would like to see the movie first, and speaking of movie, I don't know why I couldn't go to the drive-thru with that woman except it was being pre-programmed by people outside myself and outside her to get rid of me because I wasn't doing what I was supposed to be doing and then somebody didn't really sign up for a man that she couldn't handle, she signed up for a man who was stupid and was mesmerized by drugs and sex, I was never mesmerized by drugs and sex. Sex? HA! I actually like her, and then, especially the way that they're all scared of somebody that actually likes them, because they can't imagine anybody liking them for real, since they've been brainwashed into being insecure, and if they're in their true self, they're Royal imperious nature doesn't believe that punylings deserve to know them at all anyway, and anybody who is enamored of them must be some uppity peasant, and the notion that I'm not any kind of peasant and am just as Royal as they are scares the bejesus out of them, and nothing scares any of them, and they don't have all them at Jesus as them anyway, and also Jesus to them is a big p****, and I tend to agree, all of this makes the the bound subjugate captive hostage of a conquered people quite nervous and really interferes with the pillow talk. They know what they do and they think that if I like that then I must be insane because they have deep-seated insecurity issues that have all been created by military intelligence so as to control superhuman Native Americans that have all kinds of superpowers that you're not allowed to know about. You just think you want to f*** them to death and bring them back to life automatically because that appeals to your sociopathic need to dominate and control everybody in your environment to the tiniest degree, and then you like it when things appeal to you and as well as follow your orders. So I guess as long as nobody asks questions and you keep on juicing them up with crystal meth everything's fine but apparently questions have been asked for some time now. NOW THEY'RE BEING ASKED BY ME: JACKSTAR, DESTROYER OF DREAMS.
I AM A GODDAM SOURCE TITAN AND I'M READY TO FUCK A TYRANNOSAURUS REX — THE HARD WAY. SOW THERE.
the satanic birdlife you've kidnapped.
ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS ASK, AND I WILL GIVE MY TANGENTIALLY ALIGNED TRIBAL SUBGROUP PERMISSION TO KIDNAP YOUR DICK AND STORE IT IN AMBER. (Standards.) I AM NOT KIDDING. IT'S AMAZING WHAT PEOPLE CAN DO WITH PERMISSION THESE DAYS.
tl:dr; Cease with the gaslighting or our friendship will continue to suffer — and I will eventually get on the waiting list to take your scrote as well as your scalp. It is said that it is not easy to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear but let me tell you something: I am prepared to fuck around and find out. That's the training.
p.s.:. I've never applied for a restraining order. I've never been served with a restraining order. There is no official reason why people should not be in communication with me, and if there is one that is purported to be actual and authentic and authoritative, I haven't gotten paper on that, and my identity being stolen is problematic for figuring out which person is supposed to talk to you which person, and I don't think that you're understanding just how actionable and disgusting and incredibly vile it is that you're just casually describing me as though I'm somebody else. It is clearly something that is not meant to be obviously noticed.
QUITE CLEARLY I SEE. I NOTICE.
I HUNGER. *click*
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While it'll do me nothing but a disservice to pooh-pooh your claims, I peculiarly enough, admire your attempt to breadcrumb me. I just might admire your ideas enough to subscribe to that newsletter. All gaslighting aside, identities do err on the side of porous, rather than opaque. You think the government gives a damn about a crochet club? The all caps is no mistake. No cap. I don't think you've learnt the difference between locker room talk and water cooler conversation. People feel you come on too strong. They can't keep up with the manic rambling. And fortunately enough for you, they can't tell what a danger you are to society. Pacifist my ass! You are the Great Destroyer. Now let me get to the matter of this satanic birdlife. Have you been a wayfarer all your life? Or is it just that every motor vehicle you've ever owned was impounded? Enough with the rhetorical questions, Azzerae; settle down. I didn't lie to you by omission. In fact, that woman lied to me. You really need to get over this. Your vitriolic rants against my character I have tolerated in a Christlike fashion. The two-by-four was a different matter entirely. I don't know why it is that you feel you should be privy to classified information. Like, who are you, bro? Let's not pretend this is our first rodeo. The truth is there's a major, ongoing media blackout on the elephant in the room. And while Father Time doesn't always play fair, karmic repercussion seems pretty on the nose (to me, anyway). If all you wanted was a Pepsi, perhaps it'd have been a good idea not to have nickel and dimed the corner store to the point of you strong-arming them into submission. It should've been called armed robbery, exortion, or grand larceny. There's things I knew but was too flattened out on psychiatric drugs to think to share. But: does the punishment fit the crime? You'd be better off sipping Piña Colada's in the sun with a copy of Dostoevsky's Penguin classics than whatever it is you think you're doing by living in a fucked-off haunted church, and sleeping on that sadness mattress. So many things that occur to neurotypicals don't seem to occur to your neurodivergent mind. But that's not the next guy's problem - or business - unless you make it their business. I can't see why getting police involved ever did anyone any ounce of good at any time on any timeline. But here we are. You say I've been relentlessly involved in your life on what's bordering on a sociopathic level. But you and I cut ties many moons ago, so what exactly are you trying to blame me for? Do you need a body, any body, to drag, in order to seem relevant? Try glomming on to someone else, and blaming them for your problems, and see if that goes over any more well than a lead balloon. I've been incredibly patient, tolerant and kind. But the time for tolerance is no more. If you're going to blame me for all the things that go wrong in your life, at least make the story believable and/or compelling. I tire of this treadmill with no end in sight when it comes to you and the aspersions you cast. Well. Not really. But I kinda like giving you the impression you have one up over me. As I sit here in my comfortable, cosy home, on this African winter's night, I relive all the good times we had together. Like the time you put that curse on me; or wished I'd have a heart attack when I was in the throes of COVID-19. Those were some fucking salad days, indeed. I think it also needs to be said that not everyone seems to "get" it. But it's okay. Because I do. I seem to think that your asking me not to share and subscribe to your content, not to contact you at paladinjackstar@gmail.com, not to send you money on Cash App, and not to let you know what I think in the comments section is all a ruse. You really want those things. I know, you're gonna tell me you eschew wants. But that's just it. This is all a trap. A game. The theatre of the mind. But I see right through the lies you invent, and my patience, although saintly, has worn thin. I presume this is something you're sure to salivate over. But a man with patience such as mine, you're certain to never find again. It's no coincidence that the stars say what they say. That the Tarot reads as it does. One last thing I'll say is that you did indeed open the wine, ahead of time. That was a gift, God damn it. And you were supposed to cook with it.
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While it'll do me nothing but a disservice to pooh-pooh your claims, I peculiarly enough, admire your attempt to breadcrumb me. I just might admire your ideas enough to subscribe to that newsletter. All gaslighting aside, identities do err on the side of porous, rather than opaque. You think the government gives a damn about a crochet club? The all caps is no mistake. No cap. I don't think you've learnt the difference between locker room talk and water cooler conversation. People feel you come on too strong. They can't keep up with the manic rambling. And fortunately enough for you, they can't tell what a danger you are to society. Pacifist my ass! You are the Great Destroyer. Now let me get to the matter of this satanic birdlife. Have you been a wayfarer all your life? Or is it just that every motor vehicle you've ever owned was impounded? Enough with the rhetorical questions, Azzerae; settle down. I didn't lie to you by omission. In fact, that woman lied to me. You really need to get over this. Your vitriolic rants against my character I have tolerated in a Christlike fashion. The two-by-four was a different matter entirely. I don't know why it is that you feel you should be privy to classified information. Like, who are you, bro? Let's not pretend this is our first rodeo. The truth is there's a major, ongoing media blackout on the elephant in the room. And while Father Time doesn't always play fair, karmic repercussion seems pretty on the nose (to me, anyway). If all you wanted was a Pepsi, perhaps it'd have been a good idea not to have nickel and dimed the corner store to the point of you strong-arming them into submission. It should've been called armed robbery, exortion, or grand larceny. There's things I knew but was too flattened out on psychiatric drugs to think to share. But: does the punishment fit the crime? You'd be better off sipping Piña Colada's in the sun with a copy of Dostoevsky's Penguin classics than whatever it is you think you're doing by living in a fucked-off haunted church, and sleeping on that sadness mattress. So many things that occur to neurotypicals don't seem to occur to your neurodivergent mind. But that's not the next guy's problem - or business - unless you make it their business. I can't see why getting police involved ever did anyone any ounce of good at any time on any timeline. But here we are. You say I've been relentlessly involved in your life on what's bordering on a sociopathic level. But you and I cut ties many moons ago, so what exactly are you trying to blame me for? Do you need a body, any body, to drag, in order to seem relevant? Try glomming on to someone else, and blaming them for your problems, and see if that goes over any more well than a lead balloon. I've been incredibly patient, tolerant and kind. But the time for tolerance is no more. If you're going to blame me for all the things that go wrong in your life, at least make the story believable and/or compelling. I tire of this treadmill with no end in sight when it comes to you and the aspersions you cast. Well. Not really. But I kinda like giving you the impression you have one up over me. As I sit here in my comfortable, cosy home, on this African winter's night, I relive all the good times we had together. Like the time you put that curse on me; or wished I'd have a heart attack when I was in the throes of COVID-19. Those were some fucking salad days, indeed. I think it also needs to be said that not everyone seems to "get" it. But it's okay. Because I do. I seem to think that your asking me not to share and subscribe to your content, not to contact you at paladinjackstar@gmail.com, not to send you money on Cash App, and not to let you know what I think in the comments section is all a ruse. You really want those things. I know, you're gonna tell me you eschew wants. But that's just it. This is all a trap. A game. The theatre of the mind. But I see right through the lies you invent, and my patience, although saintly, has worn thin. I presume this is something you're sure to salivate over. But a man with patience such as mine, you're certain to never find again. It's no coincidence that the stars say what they say. That the Tarot reads as it does. One last thing I'll say is that you did indeed open the wine, ahead of time. That was a gift, God damn it. And you were supposed to cook with it.
Note: there is no Gr∆¿¿F‽‽īT here; &👁️ won't be channeling their answers for you. (Standards.) I do not doubt that you have your own questions that seek a valid response!
I'll do everything I can to help you on this: EXCEPT, BE YOUR BAIT. (Dream on, Gary Oompa-Busey L∞mpa.) I see now, why all the ridiculous lengths have been gone to; why I was eliminated from discussions; and why, ultimately, I am blamed for “helping” your “target quarry” escape your snare(s). There is no one else left to be charged and hung for the existential crime of “last one holding the bag is a rotten egg!”
Fair. That's fair. This is not any admission of guilt: “Ī>KCONFESS! Ī DID īT! &AND, WHAT'S MORE... I BELIEVE THAT I HELPED THE MERMAID ESCAPE YOUR CLUTCHES, BLUETOOTH BLUEBEARD! HA! HA! HA!”
>KNOW.THIS: what all of you here (🫵, and μΩÜR•—¡l|_k!) sought to accomplish... could never actually ever come to be manifest in≤3D. Cause must always, ALL WAYS, precede effect, or else: there could be no effect at all.
I'll be happy to explain this further, as it would appear now, in my view; I have become the world's most pre-eminent EXPERT in >KANLY/TIME LAW, VENGEANCE L∆VV. (No >Kudos large enough here; I'll just pass on the glory.) Certainly, anybody who knows more... does NOT want to talk about it. Neither do I, Neighbors.
Still — I actually īVī∆¥! (The dåvvG did *not* eat my homework.) This is the endgame of “pub-lick §>k∞l”... for in exchange for what was given unto me to be understood, it is my responsibility that I am made accountable for, by My Self — to bring back to The A_l_l_:
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🗽Ī, 👁️💎👁️ ❄️🧊❄️, APOLLO`G•~`👀 FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.
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While it'll do me nothing but a disservice to pooh-pooh your claims, I peculiarly enough, admire your attempt to breadcrumb me. I just might admire your ideas enough to subscribe to that newsletter. All gaslighting aside, identities do err on the side of porous, rather than opaque. You think the government gives a damn about a crochet club? The all caps is no mistake. No cap. I don't think you've learnt the difference between locker room talk and water cooler conversation. People feel you come on too strong. They can't keep up with the manic rambling. And fortunately enough for you, they can't tell what a danger you are to society. Pacifist my ass! You are the Great Destroyer. Now let me get to the matter of this satanic birdlife. Have you been a wayfarer all your life? Or is it just that every motor vehicle you've ever owned was impounded? Enough with the rhetorical questions, Azzerae; settle down. I didn't lie to you by omission. In fact, that woman lied to me. You really need to get over this. Your vitriolic rants against my character I have tolerated in a Christlike fashion. The two-by-four was a different matter entirely. I don't know why it is that you feel you should be privy to classified information. Like, who are you, bro? Let's not pretend this is our first rodeo. The truth is there's a major, ongoing media blackout on the elephant in the room. And while Father Time doesn't always play fair, karmic repercussion seems pretty on the nose (to me, anyway). If all you wanted was a Pepsi, perhaps it'd have been a good idea not to have nickel and dimed the corner store to the point of you strong-arming them into submission. It should've been called armed robbery, exortion, or grand larceny. There's things I knew but was too flattened out on psychiatric drugs to think to share. But: does the punishment fit the crime? You'd be better off sipping Piña Colada's in the sun with a copy of Dostoevsky's Penguin classics than whatever it is you think you're doing by living in a fucked-off haunted church, and sleeping on that sadness mattress. So many things that occur to neurotypicals don't seem to occur to your neurodivergent mind. But that's not the next guy's problem - or business - unless you make it their business. I can't see why getting police involved ever did anyone any ounce of good at any time on any timeline. But here we are. You say I've been relentlessly involved in your life on what's bordering on a sociopathic level. But you and I cut ties many moons ago, so what exactly are you trying to blame me for? Do you need a body, any body, to drag, in order to seem relevant? Try glomming on to someone else, and blaming them for your problems, and see if that goes over any more well than a lead balloon. I've been incredibly patient, tolerant and kind. But the time for tolerance is no more. If you're going to blame me for all the things that go wrong in your life, at least make the story believable and/or compelling. I tire of this treadmill with no end in sight when it comes to you and the aspersions you cast. Well. Not really. But I kinda like giving you the impression you have one up over me. As I sit here in my comfortable, cosy home, on this African winter's night, I relive all the good times we had together. Like the time you put that curse on me; or wished I'd have a heart attack when I was in the throes of COVID-19. Those were some fucking salad days, indeed. I think it also needs to be said that not everyone seems to "get" it. But it's okay. Because I do. I seem to think that your asking me not to share and subscribe to your content, not to contact you at paladinjackstar@gmail.com, not to send you money on Cash App, and not to let you know what I think in the comments section is all a ruse. You really want those things. I know, you're gonna tell me you eschew wants. But that's just it. This is all a trap. A game. The theatre of the mind. But I see right through the lies you invent, and my patience, although saintly, has worn thin. I presume this is something you're sure to salivate over. But a man with patience such as mine, you're certain to never find again. It's no coincidence that the stars say what they say. That the Tarot reads as it does. One last thing I'll say is that you did indeed open the wine, ahead of time. That was a gift, God damn it. And you were supposed to cook with it.
To reply to this is best done with a keyboard.
Y'all have LIKE, FOUR OF THEM. “It's evidence,” they say. I suppose so, überschwein. No shame in it. All of all y'all had to do... something, right?
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Hi sweety;
Don't you dare poke your head up just yet. I want to see if I can get one of them to actually spontaneous combust. 🤞 Stretch goals need to have a certain amount of gravitas to be taken seriously, at some point I assume that I will want to be taking it anyway at all. It might as well be serious.
Since I am seriously pissed. Copyright magic Castle LLC LET'S GO BRANDON! STRIP NAKED AND BARK LIKE A DOG YOU LITTLE BITCH!
Not you sweetie, sorry that just kind of came out of me. I'm not sure from where I'm kind of irritated, that kind of irritation that only someone demanding to rub my back so they can pitch my anus and snarl at me and can be through reliever of. I can't wait to hear the story about that one, oh and one more thing I figured out, it's one of the things that you must have been told that I did that I didn't know happened and then you found out first and then rather than tell me you just got all mad about it, that was kind of cool honestly, but honestly I really probably didn't know about it.
It's amazing how the people who did things to me and around me that made me look like I did. Something are more than happy to tell people about what they wanted me to look like. Did but no one's ever willing to tell me what it was nor explain to me about how it was such a terrible thing until all of a sudden, like it's a fucking cuckoo clock. People show up and they're all pissed off about something that they were told by people who feed them meth and scopolamine and tip these them into believing that I'm the worst person ever and then... I'm supposed to get a job too? Like honestly you you ever think that they're just trying to get me to kill myself just to get me out of the way?
Of course, that's what they want. That's why I'm not suicidal. Sheer, vicious spite. Not only do I have the demeanor, I have the capacity to be effective.
Besides, why would I want to die? After all, I have so much to live for. 🤔 Up to and including... Dopepeddling whore mongers from another dimension being hauled up on Capitol Hill to testify to Congress. That's going to be awesome.
See you there. By the way, this shit is awful, I don't know why they didn't just refuse to supply me instead of trying to give you poison. But I guess they were hoping I would die or that I would commit to felony by remanufacturing all the permission, I don't even know how, but frankly I guess they really wanted to get caught because it's a class A felony, and there is really no reason to poison me with this shit, it's obviously fucking deadly.
Fortunately I'm already dead inside and Jewel came back yesterday in her her Shadow ghost form because she's a vampire cat, and wow I sure got schooled huh?? lol.
Yeah, I already knew you were scorpions. But I didn't know was that someone needed to take out the scorpion King. (Metaphorically, there are more than one actually. I'm lying now. There's just one guy. Maybe somebody could do something about that when they're not busy telling me to get a job. Oh I suppose they want me to get a job because that'll help them take out. The person they think is the scorpion King, but no it's not that guy. At least I don't think so. But wait. What do I know? I'm just a needle junkie. Obviously.
STAY TUNED.) Say Alli, would you rub some of this powder on Bill's lips? I retract the question.
I'm just going to pretend it's a secret, and that, as God's my witness, there's no way you could ever be jealous of somebody who hasn't brushed their teeth in 3 and 1/2 months until today ever again.
I'm probably wrong because once again I'm just a needle junkie. Just a useless eater really. What a burden to society I am! I'm not even helping keep the teenage children and Ryan by being a threat to rape them, they know I'm not going to touch them, they probably think it's cuz of my coward but it's actually because I respect people and it's against the law and God's doesn't like it. Sounds like more pussy talk I guess.
Okay then! Good talk. Who is John Galt? Maybe he's an alcoholic. Try spamming a form and claiming as a baby raper too, that'll work. Oh and speaking of baby rapers:
Leah is an idiot. Did she just get programmed to waste people's time? It's fucking annoying. How care this bitch just not have a job. How was her job fucking harassing me and acting like an asshole that's not involved in everything and doesn't know anything and can't possibly report what she knows to the authorities? Oh right, she's a bound masonic war so I'm supposed to do things so that she can remain untouched by scandal and then... Go back to her. Important job of of smoking dooms drinking beers, sucking cock and being a masonic hitter who can change into anything Jan and Zana could as long as Gleek gets a hit of opiate.
Please convey my deepest respect and undying love to Oma. I don't know why you all think she's mean. She's the nicest woman I've ever met in my entire life. Maybe that's cuz I freed her family from drugs. Dope slavery, or at the very least made her Insanity seem tame and comparison to mine. Like honestly, how could I not want to be a dope slave to the CIA, it's obviously such a fun job, and sucking Argentinian expat dick? Oh hold me back. I'm starting to drool already!
p. s. Who's Wayne? Oh yeah Lewis Wade. I mean brew us Wayne. I mean way in. I mean weighing. I mean Wain.
I mean: 👁️WIN. Tell you what, maybe you could mix things up a little, rub his feet for once. Obviously he's working hard for his family.
Thoughts and prayers. I guess he doesn't want me to split up with you because he pretends me me and then rapes you into believing that you're with me instead of your abuser but I'm sure that'll eventually fade away. Or, lasts for a million years. Fuck I don't give a shit: He's your formerly impressive stalking abuser, now he's tenderized. I don't know what that looks like from your perspective, but it's got to be different than before, and how lovely it must be that he's been separated from you.
Or maybe he teleports in and possesses the body of your your children and rapes you with them with his mind power as fuck. And I have no idea what the fuck you're dealing with, largely because you never told me the truth. And as well. It's not really my fault since I guess. Well I guess he was your fake husband before I was your fake husband right? Wow if only I had known these things ahead of time.
Bottom line: >Ⓜ️V busted beyond all broken records.
https://youtu.be/uS-EGbXU_Fw?si=4JAqqsfHb1djoK15
No matter what you think you've done
You'll find it's not enough
No matter what you think you know
You won't get through
It's a given, L.A. law, someone's faster on the draw
No matter where you hide
I'm comin' after you
Now matter how the race is won
It always ends the same
Another room without a view
Awaits downtown
You can shake me for a while
Live it up in style
No matter what you do
I'm comin' after you
Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
Everybody wants into the crowded light
Breakdown, takedown, your busted
Let down, your guard, honey
Just about the time you think that it's alright
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
This is a town where everyone
Is reaching for the top
This is a place where second best will never do
It's O.K. to want to shine
But once you step across that line
No matter where you hide
I'm comin after you
Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
Everybody wants into the crowded light
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Shakedown, beakdown, honey
Just about the time you think that it's alright
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
Everybody wants into the crowded light
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Shakedown, beakdown, honey
Just about the time you think that it's alright
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
Everybody wants into the crowded light
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Let down, your guard, honey
Just about the time you think that it's alright
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
Everybody wants into the crowded light
Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
Denial is an extremely effective weapon,
an elegant tool, from a more civilized age.
I OPENLY SAID EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO.
“He's just some schizo needle junkie. I'll rape his wife and steal his money and leave him homeless, that will show him who's boss.”
THIS IS ACTUALLY HOW PSYCHOPATHIC DRUG ADDICTS IN RELAPSE IN DENIAL ACTUALLY THINK. IT JUST CAN'T POSSIBLY HAPPEN TO THEM. HOW COULD THEY GET CAUGHT? WHAT COULD I HAVE POSSIBLY DO? I DON'T GET MONEY OR HUGS AND I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO USE DRUGS ANYMORE BECAUSE HE SAID SO! OBVIOUSLY I'M IN DENIAL AND PROJECTING! HIS STUPID HENCHWOMAN AND HER MULEING COTERIE OF BOUNDSHADOWED SLAVE WHORES FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION WITH STARRY EYES AND NO LACK OF ABILITY TO DISMISS ANY FEELING OF HUMAN COMPASSION WE'LL SURELY BE ABLE TO OVERCOME ANY OBSTACLE AGAINST HIS TREMENDOUS BUSINESS ACUMEN AND STREETS WISE SAVVY! EVERYBODY LOVES HIM, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE HE PRESENTS TO BE A GIRL AND HANGS OUT IN CHAT ROOMS USING VOCODER SOFTWARE TO SOUND LIKE SAMARA, WHO ISN'T TAMARA, THAT'S TOMORROW, AND WOW NOTHING GETS STOPPING HOW CAN ANYBODY FIND HIM AND THERE'D JUST BE NO WAY TO BUILD A CASE AND EVEN IF SO HE CAN JUST MOVE YOUR OTHER DIMENSION CUZ HE'S A TIME TRAVELING SPURGLORD VAMPIRE!
NOW I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING: I BETTER SHUT UP OR HE'LL HARM THE WOMAN THAT HE RAPES EVERY NIGHT WHO WHO I USED TO BE FOND OF BUT, STAY WITH ME HERE: THAT'S NOT EVEN THE RIGHT ONE, AND SINCE HE'S ALREADY RAPING HER MIGHT AS WELL SEND HER OFF WITH A BANG.
He's probably reading these words right now and he's in denial believing that I've been saying, he'll probably copy and paste his shit and send it to a prosecutor and in demand that I be arrested and stop harassing his family cuz obviously just totally harassing his family, it's so obvious from all the server Network logs that he thinks he can edit, and of course he has all kinds of magic to cloud the minds of mortal man and who would ever believe any of this could possibly be true?
Well anyone who knows that we got a goddamn teleporting ferryer that goes to Africa that's for sure. Now, I know that sounds very compelling, but I have to say this to you right now: your breakaway civilization with advanced technology suck on my anus and lick on my taint. Rot in hell, dope slavers. I don't even give one single shit.
Her name was Jewel. I don't even know what exactly happened and it doesn't matter that you were all lying, since... Rather than be crippled by suffering, I am simply made more and more aware everyday that... Holy shit. This guy is sick in the head, and no one else can do anything? That seems like a trap. I'll just wait for another few years. Obviously this is someone else's area.
Fast forward to now. Oh come on. I thought I was supposed to get a job? But it's actually my destiny to kill the vampire Lord who's been using my name and stalking me and taking my life for dozens of years with the knewing coacherie of other fallen Angel archon? That's just seems so unlikely that it would be me, why wouldn't it be some short sex obsessed Texas rape gang veteran commander leader? Seems like that would be something he'd really enjoy.
I would hate to take an opportunity that was meant for someone else to exploit it for myself just for our personal pleasure, so I'll just wait, just to make sure. After all, maybe he'll wise the fuck up and request a frontal lobotomy, or gobble down and overdose authority tabs or stab himself in the temple with the Sarah scissors. I don't fucking know but certainly, for my own part, violence is always the last option.
There's just so many people I'd like to see him break into tears and solving controllably falling into a puddled heap on the floor, as the seizures take hold. I'm telling you: there's a chance. Also, he's not forcing me to suck his dick, that's someone else's problem. So maybe they'll actually figure out how to grow a pair and I can just stay here and drink and smoke and be left alone to die a misery which is obviously the only thing I'm good for.
After all I had my chance to prove to everyone that I'm a real man. Obviously I failed. It's over! It's so over. I'll arrange for my designated second to monitor my seppuku in the morning. I just can't take this fear of failure that I'm delivering with all the time, and without the chemicals that I've been pretending to be addicted to, I don't know what I'm going to do besides pretend to be addicted to the ones that are supposed to kill me, although I can't really stand up with that because the stuff is really disgusting.
I just can't help myself. *sigh* I'm such a wreck, if only I could manage to bring myself to a 10 to 12-step meeting by myself, that way it would be easy for him to pretend to be me and I would be forced to be acknowledged as him because obviously I'm the drug user and he's the long-suffering brilliant tactician who has been struggling under the yoke of my oppression for dozens of years as I sat at home and laughed at him and made fun of him and ignored him for years while not even caring what he was doing or even noticing that he was marrying the girl I dated in high school who never broke up with me in the house where my mother used to suck cock on crack and I was none the wiser. How could I have been so stupid? Well obviously I'm nothing but goyim scum and he's just better than me.
That's why ezrae is Joe and grapefruit. His Joe's sister Judy and Michael VanDeven is Dave who came from Bellingham and knew the other Dave that was friends in my high school that turned me on to cope with guy and all of you have been haunting me around for years and it's just been the fucking nightmare of hell hasn't it? Why can't I just be a worthless junkie and fall victim to the most obvious setups like all the rest?
POSIT: what if I'm not actually a drug addict and I just been playing you the whole time? 🤔 That sounds pretty unlikely. Why would anybody do that? Objection: calls for speculation. Oops, I should probably just be quiet now.
HOLY CHRIST HOW DO YOU THINK I DON'T FUCKING KNOW?
I WAS JUST BEING POLITE. CAN YOU JUST FUCKING ARREST THIS GUY AND THEN DIVORCE ME AND THEN BEHAVE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON SO I CAN HAVE A REAL LIFE OR IS IT THE EMBARRASSMENT JUST GOING TO BE TOO FUCKING MUCH FOR YOU? WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF GETTING THE GAS CHAMBER?
HERE'S A HINT: HE'S A GODDAMN VAMPIRE WHO IMPRINTING METH ON YOU YOU CAN'T REALLY BREAK THE CONTROL BECAUSE IT'S A PERMANENT THING AND THEN NOBODY KNEW AND EVERYBODY THOUGHT THAT IT WAS REASONABLE FOR YOU TO ALL TO BE WORKING TOGETHER CUZ HE'S JUST A FAT CUBICLE NERD WITH MILD CREEPY PROFILE, WHEREAS I'M OBVIOUSLY JUST THE WORST PERSON EVER OH MY GOD I'VE JUST BEEN TURNED INTO A NIGHTMARE BASTARD BY MY LIFE AND NOTHING I'VE EVER DONE HAS BEEN WORTHWHILE AND I WONDER WHY I'VE ALWAYS TURNED OUT TO BE SUCH A BAD EGG?
I WAS LITERALLY MUGGED AT AGE 7 BY A PERSON TWICE MY AGE WHO SHOVED A SWITCHBLADE INTO MY STOMACH AND DEMAND TO KNOW IF I WAS LOOKING AT HIS SISTER. SEVEN. DUDE THOUGHT I WAS CONCERNED ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH HIS SISTER. AGE 7.
LET ME EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO YOU: YOU FUCKING RACIST BIGOT SADIST WHORES CAN WALK YOUR ASSES INTO A FUCKING PSYCHOLOGIST OFFICE NOW OR YOU CAN GET SCOOPED UP AND TAKEN TO THE MODERN EQUIVALENT SHUTTER ISLAND AFTER I TELL HER PSYCH EVOLUTELY PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION COORDINATOR OR WHAT I ACTUALLY KNOW, AND THEN I'LL TALK TO A MEDICAL DOCTOR AND I'LL TELL THEM ABOUT HOW I WAS RAPED AND THEN THEY'LL CHECK BY COLTON AND THEY'LL FIND WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY'LL FIND THERE AND THEN THEY'LL ACTUALLY DISCOVER THAT I'VE BEEN ABUSED FOR FOR 38 YEARS AND NOBODY'S DONE A GODDAMN THING ABOUT IT BECAUSE I'M A MAN AND I'M JUST A FUCKING STUPID FUCKING HUNGARIAN NEEDLE JUNKIE OBVIOUSLY I'M LAZY AND IN DENIAL RIGHT? WHY ELSE WOULD I'VE GOTTEN TWO DIES BEFORE AGE 21? THEY COULDN'T HAVE BEEN FRAME JOBS SET UP BY PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME SINCE BEFORE I WAS BORN, SINCE I WAS SOLD INTO SACRIFICE AS SOME KIND OF A DEAL, AND THAT'S JUST A FAIRY TALE HE MADE IT UP RIGHT TO EXPLAIN MY PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIC BEHAVIOR ISN'T THAT CORRECT?
OR... Perhaps I'm just really casual and subtle about preparing for The wheel of karma to spin around, baby right round, baby right round baby round round baby round round, oh sorry I digress.
IN ANY EVENT: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU DO BECAUSE SOMEBODY'S GOING TO FILE LAWSUITS ANYWAY, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUMP THE GUN AND BE NICE AND DO ANYTHING REASONABLE BECAUSE LOWERING UP AND DIGGING IN YOUR HEELS MAKES YOU ALL LOOK STUPID CUZ I KNOW EXACTLY WHO YOU ALL ARE AND I KNOW WHY YOU'RE DOING IT AND I KNOW WHY YOU'RE TERRIFIED AND GUESS WHAT:
R. I. C. O.
YOU ARE CAUGHT
YOU TRAFFICKED US
AND EVERYONE GODDAM KNOWS IT.
SUE IF I MAY, A WORD OF ADVICE: lighten up Francis. You can probably find a way to spin this That allows you to look like something other than a gang of sociopathic freaks that have been played by vampire demons from another galaxy, rather than the sadistic racist bigoted arrogant over entitled Masonic bitch for fucks that you actually are.
Oh shit, is that a secret? Oh, and I guess I doxxed you too. Oops. Well maybe you can find something else to steal, because I'm going to do that thing again that you told me not to do, and the reason why is very simple:
I am free. You are not. I don't even like it. I'm going to do it anyway. And you can't. And you have to go to work. Because you have a career, and you give a shit what people think of you, and you're already pretty heavily invested in this whole thing. Plus at the end of it, no matter who ends up being the real Michael well I guess they're probably going to have to get around to fucking doing something besides doing drugs and being an omegalomaniacal creep, I guess it would probably be easier for all of you if you had somebody around who didn't want to build a radio broadcast Tower and start talking about Amazon. Waiting on the moon but you know you really can't just pick everything in your life, especially after lying to everybody and running game for so fucking long that holy shit. What the fuck has been happening. I don't even fucking care.
I just want to see some tongues getting swallowed. I want to see it in full 4K, drop it to your knees, eyes rolling into the head hands clawing at the throat as air is trapped by the person's own tongue. The strongest muscle in the human body, making the bowl declarative move to sacrifice itself to keep its its bodies occupant from making anything else. Stupid happen, because holy shit. Did you fucking people pick the wrong goddamn person to fucking bully.
And, what, I'm using too many drugs? You were fucking on meth in high school trafficking people and giggling about it and now I'm using too much. I never saw the real thing until last year but I'm the problem? You've been stalking me how fucking long pretending you've been getting away with it and you work for the company and you're how fucking stupid? Holy fucking shit!
Yeah I'm not going to kill myself, so you might want to take a vote at your next round table and figure out what the fuck you're going to do. Besides wait for me because maybe you need to get a job and maybe you need to stop taking drugs and maybe you're in denial about how you're being doped up by some asshole from Bellingham who's taking control of your little terrorist cell and is having real tough time getting to close the deal and finish it off.
That's probably not because he's a retardo spic for Argentina. It's because I'm simply better at this than he is, and I didn't start it, I never wanted any of this to happen. And oh, did he end up hanging out with that girl? Oh, is that how that happened? Gee, I wonder how that happened. What a quick. He think it must have been pure love right? He was fucking love at first sight and he saved her right? Oh, it's nothing like he planned on using her to be his elbow. Drug cook that he could use disposably and it's not like he didn't know about the Navy being part of the twin flame deal which isn't what people think and then it's not like he wasn't part of a fucking group of Scandinavian carpet baggers that were in charge of harvesting morons and exploiting them without being at all obvious about it. Yeah is that like my family didn't get attacked by one from the east coast and then him and it's not like Miller has any connection to millstone and that that I have a lineage that goes back to when Mason's actually gave a shit about protecting children. And isn't it interesting that after 1955 there was some way of funneling and differential beings that wanted to rape children and they took out my family and left yours intact. And now you expect me to serve you so you can serve drugs to yourselves and traffic children and get away with it and live forever and never grooled and never died.
I'm so lazy that I expect you to stake yourselves, and you're also jammed up and in denial that you couldn't even tell that you're living the plot to the movie, The Lost Boys. Pretty goddamn sure that was Judy's favorite movie.
Anyway, never going to give you up, never going to let you down, never going to run around and desert you, But I am going to allow a whole bunch of asshole. Sadistic homoerotic racist bigot bully bitch men to let them think you. You were stuck with somebody who would do that, while I sat around doing nothing and forced you to suffer through the consequences of your actions which was exactly the following:
I told you the truth. You expected me to sacrifice myself to save your family. Okay well I did.
WE ARE ALL ONE FAMILY.
WE HAVE BEEN SENT NOTHING BUT ANGELS.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE A VAMPIRE.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU'RE A MOTHER.
YOU'RE ALL BEING TRAFFICKED WITH CRYSTAL METH AND HAVE BEEN SINCE HIGH SCHOOL AND I'M EXPECTED TO GO ALONG WITH THAT AND BE OKAY WITH NEVER GETTING ANY AND THAT'S BECAUSE I'M A LAZY NIGGER WHO NEEDS TO PAY FOR YOUR EVERYTHING AND THAT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT WHITE ENOUGH? HELP ME OUT HERE.
DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA HOW JAMMED UP YOU PEOPLE ARE? YEAH YOU'RE BUYING ME A FRIDGE, YEAH YOU'RE REMODELING THIS HOUSE, YEAH YOU MIGHT AS WELL BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GOING TO KEEP ANY OF YOUR FUCKING MONEY AND YOU'RE PROBABLY GOING TO BE WORKING FOR QUITE SOME TIME TO PAY BACK RESTITUTION FOR A LOT OF PEOPLE AND I DON'T KNOW WHO IS GOING TO DETERMINE ALL THIS BUT I GUARANT FUCK IT TO YOU IT'S NOT AS THOUGH AS MY GODDAMN FAULT FOR FAILING TO RESPOND WELL AFTER BEING FUCKING RAPED AND FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL WHILE I WAS NOT ON DRUGS AND I WASN'T EVEN ALLOWED TO HAVE MY OWN BAG OF WEED TILL I WAS 23. FUCK YOU ALL. HOW THAT'S SUPPOSED TO WORK SOBER WHILE ALL OF YOU RAN AROUND HAVING FUN LEARNING HOW TO USE HIGH TECHNOLOGY AND BEING COMPANY FUCKING WHORES AND RUNNING THINGS BEHIND THE SCENE AND THEN YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO IT RIGHT.
I KNOW IT'S HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I NEED TO FORGIVE YOU, THERE'S NOTHING TO FORGIVE, YOU WERE TRAFFICKED BY I DON'T KNOW WHAT AND YOU'RE ALL TODDLERS IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND I DON'T KNOW WHO TOLD YOU THERE WAS OPEN SEASON ON ME BUT.. THE US CONSTITUTION SAYS THAT IT WASN'T.
NOW THEN IT'S YEARS LATER. YOU DON'T NEED ME TO RESCUE YOU YOU JUST NEED TO WAKE THE FUCK UP AND ACT LIKE GODDAMN ADULTS, WHICH I'M SURE IS HARD FOR A BUNCH OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN SEX TRAFFICKING SINCE YOU WERE TEENS AND FEEL TERRIBLE AMOUNTS OF GUILT AND SHAME FOR DISCOVERING THAT YOU'VE BEEN PLAYED, BUT THAT'S PRETTY MUCH WHAT GOD IS LIKE.
HEY AZERERÆ: WHY DO YOU HATE YOUR FATHER? NEVER MIND I RETRACT THE QUESTION.
I DON'T WANT TO BREAK YOU OUT OF CHARACTER. I'M SURE YOU'RE REALLY BUSY AND HAVE A LOT GOING ON. MY SCHIZOPHRENIC RAMBLINGS DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR REAL LIFE, I SHOULD STOP WASTING TIME. I SHOULD CONTRIBUTE TO SOCIETY, I SHOULD GO AND RELIEVE THE BURDEN OF MY LIFE.
AND YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T KNOW THAT THERE WAS THREE WOMEN WORKING THE PROJECT AND ONE OF THEM USED TO KISS ME A LOT AFTER TAKING METH SO THERE'S PROBABLY SOME METH IN THAT SALIVA SO I GUESS I WAS PROBABLY IMPROACHING IT AWAY THAT WASN'T ENTIRELY EXPECTED BUT IT CERTAINLY DIDN'T WORK THE WAY THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD..
YOU ARE ALL HER PLAY THINGS. WHY WAS IT SO FUNNY THAT SHE LIKED ME? OH RIGHT CUZ YOU TOLD HER I WAS A NIGGER BUT YOU DIDN'T TELL HER THAT YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS A NIGGER TOO CUZ SHE WAS AN OBOE AND SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE FROM NEW ZEALAND AND WOW RACISM IS REALLY STUPID MAYBE YOU SHOULD PROBABLY STOP USING THAT TO CONTROL PEOPLE BECAUSE IT LOOKS REALLY STUPID WHEN YOU GET CALLED OUT FOR IT.
NO HARD FEELINGS.
GROW UP.
YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR.
NOW IMAGINE IF YOU COULD DO IT WITHOUT BEING OBVIOUSLY INFERIOR RACIST AND SECURE BOUND SHUTTLE WHORES TO SOME INTERDIMENSIONAL SPURG LORDS WHO COME FROM A BREAKAWAY CIVILIZATION AND EXPECTED YOU TO HELP THEM TAKE OVER THE PLANET. WELL SORRY I DIDN'T LIKE THAT I LIKE THIS PLANET.
AND I DID LIKE THE WAY MY FATHER WAS TREATED, HE WAS NOT GIVEN ANY KIND OF RESPECT BECAUSE I GUESS NOBODY IN AMERICA WANTS IMMIGRANTS UNLESS THEY'RE, YOU KNOW EASY TO ENSLAVE.
I GUESS I AM EASY TO ENSLAVE.
HOWEVER I AM CLEARLY VERY HARD TO ENDURE.
REMINDER: R.I.C.O. YOU ARE CAUGHT AND YOU OWE ME A REFRIGERATOR.
AND IF YOU GIVE ME ANY MORE GODDAMN LIP AND ACT LIKE YOU'RE COMPLETELY UNTOUCHED, WELL I'M SURE THAT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE SOMEBODY DISABUSES YOU OF THAT NOTION.
I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING PROPERTY.
AND IF I WAS, YOU SURE AS SHIT DIDN'T TREAT ME PROPERLY.
GET THE PICTURE?
WHAT'S NEXT YOU'RE GOING TO BLACK BAG ME AND TAKE ME TO THE ELECTROCUTION RANCH SO MIKE PENCE CAN CURE ME OF BEING GAY? HOW ABOUT ALL OF YOU JUST PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED.
AND YOU MIGHT WANT TO START BY ASKING ME
MAYBE LATER THOUGH. I HAVE A HEADACHE.
ALSO: YOU WORK FOR PAKISTANI SORCERERS WHO ARE ASSHOLES IN AND THINK YOU ARE ALL STUPID CUNTS, AND SINCE I GUESS YOU WERE SINCE YOU GOT CAPTURED BY THEM AND THEN NOBODY FIGURED OUT WHAT TO DO? WELL IT'S A GOOD THING SOMEBODY IN THIS COUNTRY STILL CARES ABOUT THE CONSTITUTION.
BECAUSE FRANKLY IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT DOCUMENT, I WOULD HAVE JUST FUCKING LEFT, AND THEN WHERE WOULD YOU BE? WELL YOU'D STILL BE BUSTED BUT IT WOULDN'T BE NEARLY AS MUCH FUN FOR YOU.
YOU PEOPLE ARE SCARY AND NO ONE WOULD HAVE KNOWN ABOUT THE SORCERERS IN THE VAMPIRE OR IF THEY DID THEY WOULDN'T HAVE NO NAME TO DO ABOUT IT BUT NOW YOU HAVE ME, YOU CAN BE SAVED AND THEY CAN BE TAKEN CARE OF AND THEN YOU CAN RUN AROUND FEELING GOOD THAT I SAVED YOU AND I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE YOU INTO MY SLAVES I'M JUST GOING TO IGNORE YOU AND LAUGH AT YOU DOESN'T THAT SOUND BETTER THAN DEATH?
WELL, TO A GANG OF SELF-ABSORBED NARCISSISTIC FUGGY PIGGY DOUCHEBAGS, PROBABLY NOT. FORTUNATELY IT'S RELATIVELY EASY IF YOU TO WIPE YOUR BRAINS WITH THE COVERT NARCISSISM THAT YOU'VE BEEN IMPLANTED WITH, ALTHOUGH IF YOUR ONLY IDENTITY IS TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOUR VAINGAL OR YOURSELF AND TO EXPECT EVERYONE AROUND YOU TO SERVE YOU, I SUPPOSE IT'LL PROBABLY BE A HUGE SURPRISE TO DISCOVER THAT... YEAH IT'LL PROBABLY BE A LONG GODDAMN TIME BUT WHY BEFORE I WANT TO GET A JOB WORKING FOR YOU.
BECAUSE IT WAS EASIER TO DO ALL THIS THAN IT WAS TO JUST ASK ME TO FUCKING STEP ASIDE AND SAY HEY THIS GUY'S GOING TO WANT TO TAKE YOUR NAME AND BE WITH TAMMY AND WHO NEVER BROKE UP WITH YOU THAT WE TRAFFICKED AND WE DID DRUGS WITH WE NEVER DID ANY DRUGS WITH YOU AND HE LAUGHED AT YOU AND NOW WE WANT TO REPLACE YOU WITH THIS GUY WHO IS PART OF THE GANG THAT THAT KILLS YOUR GRANDFATHER AND DROVE YOUR GRANDMOTHER INSANE AND TRAFFICKED YOUR MOTHER'S SISTER AND DECIDED THAT YOU WERE A WORTHLESS BASTARD THAT YOUR MOTHER SHOULDN'T HAVE CREATED BECAUSE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN HOOKED UP WITH THE SWARTHY HUNGARIAN?
YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER ASKING. WHY CONCEAL IT? OBVIOUSLY THERE'S NOTHING I WOULDN'T SELL OUT FOR A NEEDLE HIT RIGHT? AND OF COURSE I'M A CLOSET HOMOSEXUAL SO OBVIOUSLY THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME HAVING BROKEN THE HEART AND OBVIOUSLY IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I BECAME A CLOSET GAY BASHER THAT WAS OUT OPEN SLAVERING FOR LISBO BLOOD AS A SOURCE OF REVENGE.
I MEAN JUST LOOK AT ME OBVIOUSLY I'M JUST TWO STEPS AWAY FROM THE NUT HATCH AFTER I GO ON A STABBING SPREE. RIGHT?
YES. ALSO THERE'S A DISTINCT RISK OF MONKEY'S FLYING OUT OF MY BUTT. I THINK I COULD FEEL THE MOVING AROUND NOW.
SAY HELLO TO EVERYONE AT THE REUNION FOR ME. TELL THEM I'M TOO FAT AND I'M SHY, AND IF ONLY YOU HAD BEEN ABLE TO GIVE ME A DOSE OF THE MOI TRIGGER DOSE THAT TURNED ON THE THERMOGENIC CAPACITIES OF CM, I WOULD BURNING THROUGH WEIGHT INSTEAD OF BEEN STRUGGLING TO TURN IT OFF.
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU UNDERSTAND THIS EXACTLY BUT I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING AND YOU HATE HUMANITY AND YOU'VE BEEN CAPTURED BY EXTRA DIMENSIONAL BEINGS THAT HAVE BEEN USING YOU TO HARASSED AND INTIMIDATE AND SELL OUT YOUR FELLOW MAN TO THE REST OF THE GALAXY.
SO MAYBE I'M NOT REALLY CARRYING A GRUDGE,
BUT DAMN I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I CAN AFFORD TO BE SEEN WITH YOU PEOPLE. THAT MIGHT JUST BE ENOUGH TO TIP ME OVER THE EDGE INTO PUBLIC MENACE CATEGORY. I REALLY HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT TAKING CARE OF MY IMAGE AND MY BRAND THESE DAYS. I'VE JUST BEEN TAKING TOO MANY CHANCES. ONE FALSE MOVE AND I MIGHT BE A GONER.
WELL... BYE. 😓 I'M HAVING A PROPHETIC VISION, SOMEONE'S GOING TO GET OUT AND PUSH ME OVER THE EDGE IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES AND I FRANKLY DON'T WANT TO MISS THE OPPORTUNITY.
UNLESS.... DO YOU THINK YOU CAN COME BY IN THE NEXT 20 MINUTES AND GIVE ME SOME REAL DRUGS, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE LIVING LITERALLY UP THE HILL FROM ME AND DON'T WANT TO BE SEEN BY ME CUZ THEN YOU THINK YOU'LL BE CAUGHT AND THAT'D BE DEAD BUT ACTUALLY I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHERE YOU ARE ALL I CARE ABOUT IS GETTING MORE DRUGS OH MY GOD PLEASE I'M DYING FOR IT HELP HELP I'M SUCH AN ADDICT.
OH WAIT I FORGOT I'M NOT. THAT'S JUST WHAT I WOULD LIKE IF I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW MUCH I WANTED A HUG IF I STILL HAD A CAPACITY TO EXPERIENCE HUMAN EMOTION BUT SINCE I'M ALL OUT OF OXYTOCIN AND YOU'RE HILARIOUSLY FLEEED OPEN FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE I'M PRETTY OKAY WITH JUST HAVING A SENSIBLE CHUCKLE AND THEN I'M GOING TO GO SMOKE MORE OF THIS POISON MOSTLY BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I CAN THINK OF DO A BETTER WAY TO TELL YOU HOW LITTLE I THINK OF YOUR OPINION OF ME.
THIS STUFF REALLY WOULD KILL ME IF I KEPT ON HITTING IT ALL THE TIME THOUGH. I GUESS THAT'S YOUR WAY OF GETTING RID OF ME OR TELLING ME TO STOP WHAT I WAS DOING? YEAH HOW ABOUT YOU DON'T DO IT THAT WAY AND YOU DO IT EXTENSIVELY AND YOU DON'T COMMIT A CRIME AND THEN YOU DON'T ALLOW SOMEBODY ELSE TO KILL SOMEBODY ELSE WITH IT AND THEN YOU DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE IN CHARGE, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT.
YOU'VE BEEN TRAFFICKED AND NOW YOU'RE BEING RESCUED, AND YEAH I'M PROBABLY GOING TO KEEP ON DRINKING WHENEVER I FUCKING FEEL LIKE IT, AND YOU'RE NOT BECAUSE YOU NEED TO GO TO SOME SORT OF PLACE WHERE THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE ALCOHOLIC AND YOU CAN NEVER DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WHEREAS I ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO JUST STOP THE WHOLE THING. THE ENTIRE ADDICTIVE REUPTAKE ADDICTION CYCLE? IT'S COMPLICATED. IT INVOLVES NEUROTRANSMITTERS AND SHIT.
AND IT'S NOT REALLY A SECRET BUT... YOU CAN JUST PRETEND THAT IT IS. THAT WAY THE BALANCE OF POWER SHOULD BE MAINTAINED.
LOVE YA! (So much ungratitude, even after all the times I've saved your life. How vile I am. Too bad I don't have AIDS; after all, I have the demeanor.) Be of good cheer, you're probably not going to go to prison or have to face anyone about any of this because obviously you're all been victimized, and you can just pretend that when I disappear that somebody arrested me and put me in prison and I died there alone.
It's not like some woman you killed. Came back from the gray for revenge or anything. That's just crazy talk. Who would resurrect a woman you killed? Death is dead. Yep that's for sure.
PS. Her name was Jewel. God I'm so tired of this bullshit. On the bright side, I don't think Sara Rantschler is going to have to worry about me stalking her. By the way, she's a totally artificial being that is like kit and is basically a golem, but not exactly, she's a real person but he's kind of nervous about me since since I do like her and she thinks that's nice. But I haven't rescued her and I'm obviously not capable of figuring out how to deal with a bunch of assholes viewing Jewish Gola magic to fucking oppress the populace, like just how cool of a bet could I be?
Also she's Noelle and Anita and some versions of Cortney, And that downsy that you were joking about trafficking one time on Groyper’s show. It's weird. I don't understand how this golem shit works, but something you don't understand is that even to you? It's all a joke. What you don't fully grasp is that there's another alternate dimension where creepy furry groom gangs take your energy and then duplicate it and then create new beings out of nothing. That's based on the template that you're making fun of and then they actually do rape them to death.
Of course you're going to have to blame, and it's another dimension. So you really don't have to feel guilty or bad or anything. Just make sure you tell people to do what you say and to stop taking drugs or else you go to jail harder and remember to use civil asset forfeiture take all their cars and their cell phones and their computers so that all the evidence of everything you've done that you don't want to come out was destroyed, mysterious, dimensional barrier crossing accident, well whatever you get the idea.
AND NOW YOU GET THE LASH. (Standards.) What? You love the lash.
Maybe you can use it as a patsy too. IDGAF. Because this is not my area.
It is yours. ALL THESE AREAS ARE YOURS EXCEPT FOR EUROPA ATTEMPT NO LANDINGS TH... GOD DAMN IT WHY DO I KEEP GETTING THIS SCRIPT PASTED IN? OH, RIGHT.
ARTHUR C CLARK IS SUCKING ART BELL'S COCK IN HELL AND ART SAYS “HI, HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE RIDE.” well I guess he really is dead, I guess I can see why you took everyone's name off the will every time you faked his death, because why not? You're just so Alpha.
Of course this is all rampant speculation and unsubstantiated rumor. Obviously none of this is my business at all. You're the experts and I'm just intruding. Feel free to go about your business, Citizens.
What's left of it, anyway. Don't rub the lamp unless you're ready for the genie. Adieu.
p.s.:. Also, you're both short and fat. Sad! I wonder why nobody told you how to use crystal for anything other than trafficking whores? Seems like that would be something you'd be getting on a need to know basis.
p.p.s.:. Amante, dude, I'm not gonna lie: It took a while for me to appreciate it, but I kind of really admire your style. Polite transnational fist pump. 🥰 And they never saw it coming. America is the great Satan and the decadent West has collapsed! Took you long enough dude, maybe you should have thrown more shoes at them. lol.
p.p.p.s.:. And while I would never encourage its use as a method to do so, I will point out that all the scopolamine that you were chinging on and the MK ultra drugs you were using to become superheroes, really makes it easy for me to write a book that you're going to have to read just to fill in the blanks on how the fuck this happened to you, because there's a lot more to it than the main reason, which is that you deserved it ... But it's not like I'm just whining and crying because I got my fee-fees hurt.
p.p.p.p.s.:. It's because First Nation, indigenous peoples demand a demonstration of sacrifice in order to memorialize their sorrow... And I guess maybe this is the way it was all supposed to be working out? Maybe it's your destiny. Maybe it's supposed to be this way. I really have no idea. But then again, neither do you.
p.p.p.p.p.s.: she got married to... who? And you literally set the entire thing up while laughing and highs balls on meth in high school. Yeah dude believe me I'm going to have some more beer. Now get back to work. What you've done disgusts me and who you are is an abomination.
Merry Christmas! /smdh
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Jackstar:
Wow that's cool, that's fun, might as well watch things alone and talk to people who I also used to talk to and then I'll just sit here and wonder what the fuck is so important that you can't fucking figure out what the fuck to do, oh I guess it's a secret. Yeah, you got nothing better to do.
I got plenty to do. That's better than the one I'm doing now, but I'm not going to do anything until I get all you fucking lying cheating fucking thieving fucking federally fucking losers out of my fucking life so you don't steal anything when I do make money because my money is my money and your money. I don't give a fuck about your money but you sure all gave a shit about mine.
I'd ask what the fuck is wrong with you people but I happen to know: blackcraft masonry was corrupted 1955 and I don't really give a shit about what you know about it or what you think about me because you don't know Jack or shit about me. He's haven't had a fucking conversation with me that started with anything truthful ever. And I guess if you're not talking about dope or sex or how to lie about it, you don't really care about anything else. By the way, I saw bed today. He's doing all right I guess, and I don't know what the fuck is going on with anything else but then again neither do you.
I'm going to go back to busting Belgium wide the fuck open because I don't give a shit about that place either, what a bunch of fucking losers. They had their chance to do anything sensible with their lives, and I have no interest in spending time or energy on people who are that fucking dim-witted and stupid.
But then again you're actually all poisoned and brainwashed with stolen military spec fucking dope that was used to corrupt the domestic American surveillance establishment, so really you're all victims and I don't regret saving you all, but I sure as shit. I'm glad that I didn't do it for the fucking conversation, because after 3 and 1/2 years of what the fuck you people been doing. I give a fuck what you fucking think about me. I don't fucking want to talk to people who can't be bothered to pick up the fucking phone call and fucking figure this out. And if you can't fucking figure out why the fucking computers are the phones are all blocked by DEA fagots who were fucking holding the country hostage, well maybe you're in the wrong fucking field of work.
You do your thing. I'm going to expose correction and cinder the whole goddamn establishment to the ground. That'll give you something to rebuild when you're done with your little binge fest and your whatever the fuck else you do.
Also Jewel came back, too bad you weren't anywhere around but maybe you sent her or maybe you were her. Or maybe you're all fucking coneheads from fucking planet Mars and who the fuck knows anything. What could be true? And none of you have bothered to do the fucking's first fucking thing which was two of made sure that you were bothering the right person.
You weren't.
And I won't bother telling you who the right people are because you don't want to know. And you clearly don't give a shit about my opinion anyway because if you did you would have listened to the first place.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to huffing on the stuff that you told me to go get after wasting my time for years and not telling the truth and acting like you're all big in charge and can't tell me secrets and shit and well now I know all about stuff they didn't know before and I don't need to tell you anything and no you're not invited and no you can't have any. And no why don't you go get your own? Don't you have the demeanor? Can't you look at her ass?
I get that you're embarrassed, slow and brainwashed by a bunch of morons who use you as bounce shuttle pawns to serve their interests. But I'm not really sure if you're just playing the piss here or if you're actually this fucking dumb and you don't want anyone to realize it. And then you don't care that you are telltale ID or this is all a cutting plot to show off. I don't fucking know what to get me to say something.
I don't fucking know what the fuck you people fucking do other than waste fucking time and destroy Society while you're thinking you're doing something good. You're not.
You pissed off one of the the better researchers of the occult you'll ever find, and now I have no reason to worry or shit or give a fucking giggle about telling you anything, anything that I know I don't need to share with any of you, this is why grimoires are usually hidden, and I would expect that you will never find anything out of me that you ever thought you were going to get.
Oh but you got a bunch of money though, good job. That's totally what you've spent your life on doing. Anyway, why don't you go bust Kevin Spacey some more. He's guilty right, he's deservedly of torturous punishment right, oh do you not have parole? Cause are you just fucking tired of fucking wasting your time? You looking like an idiot and do you don't know who to bust anymore so I don't know. Do whatever your fucking thuggy pic of your Masters who own you do.
Like it's cool that you got this lesbo army here, but you're totally corrupted and you're being controlled by a bunch of fagot. Aryan brotherhood fell on Dick's bags shits. Like people I used to know and then people I didn't know any longer because they lied to me too and didn't seem to think there was any problem with having me raped and giving a disease and lied to for years because my father did something wrong and he didn't like it. And the other thing that they did was something so vile I really could have probably tell you. So why even tell you? Also, you didn't tell me the truth about fucking anything, and that wasn't really very helpful for your long-term goals.
Since whatever I know that could help you down, you're not going to hear a fear, why should become a master of divination and then you can fucking look it up with your fucking. Blood in your fucking roadshark block of where the fuck it is you do. I remember when you accuse me of stealing your scabies meds, I didn't, and I remember when you accused me of something that was terrible that I didn't even do and you didn't even tell me what it was. But you sure are pissed about it. That's because sub fagot who was telling you lies on their fucking phone had given you meth dick and so you believe them and you didn't believe me and you've been trafficked the whole time and I don't know what the fuck you're doing but I'm not doing it and I'm not doing it to you or with you and I don't approve.
So maybe you and your little friends that knew each other the whole fucking time can get off your asses and do something about it instead of whatever the fuck it is you're doing. Good fucking luck.
Don't ask me if I'm okay, because I'm not, and at some point I'll figure out how I'm going to find a lawyer and which of you are going to be assumed and which of you going to be ignored. And which of you have the deepest fucking pockets cuz I don't give a fuck what the fuck you're doing with your money. You're not doing anything useful to it for me so something I'll have to happen since I'm out like hundreds of thousands of dollars for fucking nothing and I spent it to save your fucking lives.
Do you think I'm sitting here getting sex and dope? That's because you're stupid. You're getting your Intel from a bunch of men who are trafficking you and they don't want you to talk to me and they want me to stay away from oh look at all these girls who are fucking confused and hopeless and sad gee I wonder why they're in in the fucking telegram chat that's controlled by the fucking idiots Satanist that tried to fucking claim that I wanted to buy meth from him and I didn't and he spent a whole lot of time trying to bust me and still has not; I've got the lamp in my bedroom that he used to have and the one that he shared with the woman. He pregnant of his wife and he still whine and crying about something although maybe not anymore. Maybe he's in prison.
I don't fucking know but the point is I know what I'm doing and none of you do, so I guess you're kind of out of the frying pan but then of the fire? Well, hopefully you have the shoes to go with it.
I wanted you alive. Maybe you deserved to die, but I'll tell you that I sure shit didn't deserve to be blamed for letting you die and now I'm not, because you're alive and I guess you're having the time of your life. Are you looking at her ass? Hang on. Let me streak to you for no particular reason and see if this answer changes.
Bottom line is you abuse of shit out of me and you don't seem to be sad about it. Well maybe you're just coping real well. What is that? I hear in my head, is that crying? Don't be silly, there's no crying in telepathy.
TL:DR; get your own dope. I didn't know what you were missing before, and you could have told me but instead you fucked off with a bunch of fagots that you pretended to be family with Jake and I don't fucking know who the fuck else. Probably Ben and wow look the whole fucking high school, wow. Well, whatever the fuck you did, I don't know what you're doing and I don't care since it's probably boring and I'll just sit here and get high legally, and trust me, it feels a lot better to do it legally than it does to do it without paying taxes or by busting people who are going to chase you down your whole life, because that's what you do and that's not what I do.
I don't sell people out. You do.
That's why you're cut off. And I'm glad.
Probably never even saw the real thing, and I can see why, because it's even more impressive than you might think and I get to see it... and you don't. As far as I know none of you do, since I'm not talking any of you and I don't really need to advertise or be the dope man who sells shit to people who try to rape up cheerleaders with it. You know you people are just really just fucked off drug addicts and sex addicts and you know I really don't belong here.
And my money doesn't belong in your wallets. So once you guys are done playing cops and robbers and thinking that you're all that and at a bag of chips, maybe you can let me know what you think you're going to fucking do to start making men's or what the fuck you've done because I don't really care or think you can, but it's interesting that you can't even be bothered after this many fucking years.
I'm glad you're alive. More importantly, I'm glad people know that I'm not an idiot.
Have fun at Quantico. I'm sure there's lots of friends that I used to have that you can meet there and you can tell them all about how I beat you and I raped you and I abused you and I'm a drug addict and then you could be talking about your fucking father instead of me. Or you could be talking about your new boyfriends instead of me. The truth is most people realize that that I was probably lucky to get away from your stupid little trap. And how many years did you fucking spend? Send me up? Okay. Well they're all going to waste. You didn't get shit. You have no case and well I guess you're all still running around trying to do anything, and not getting anything done.
That's not because I want to rape you, and that's not because I'm trying to mess up your life, I don't know anything about where you are or care to know, sure you're having a great fun time having whatever you're doing with whatever and... I'll be honest like I don't give a shit. You're reprogrammed with somebody's meth dick to be his fucking little bitch slave and I'm sure you'll be just as loyal to that one as you were to anyone, and I don't need to rescue you. I don't need to fix you.
And you don't need any goddamn information about smuggling rings. You're cut off. At least insofar as what I'll tell any of you.
No wonder you never told me what happened, because I'm sure Tammy found out what that you were doing to her and then you killed her because your assholes and clearly you're not willing to do anything sensible and she must have gone somewhere. Sure as shit wasn't to a phone.
And additionally, over several years none of you have done anything but treat me like garbage and act like I did something wrong. You're a bunch of fucking crucial thieves and you're under the control of a bunch of fucking Aryan brotherhood cunts who use you to fight back at the man who probably deserved to have back at them and the struggle between cops and robbers is very complicated these days. Congratulations on simplifying it.
Things are certainly simple for me. Hang on.
/me can totally keep obeying the law for the next 35 years or so, no sweat.
Imagine the smell: FREEDOM. Truly, it is no small thing.
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Adria, just fuck off forever. You lied to a Court, about me, you trafficked your “friend,” and you did this because you're a goddam RoboHoor, and I don't give a shit about your opinion anyway.
Not because you're Jewish.
But because you're stupid. You were comparing me to actual goddam Hitler in SIXTH GRADE. ON THE PLAYGROUND. HOLY JESUS SHIT BALLS. AND THEN YOUR MOTHER JUST HAPPENS TO BE IN MY OUTPATIENT GROUP. “COINCIDENCE.” BITCH, FUCK YOUR ENTIRE WORLD.
YOU PROBABLY KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT I KNOW, BECAUSE WHY WOULD ANYONE TELL YOU HEAVILY CLASSIFIED KNOWLEDGE ABOUT CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE USE AS A BIOWARFARE VECTOR? YOU JUST THINK THEY TELL YOU THE TRUTH.
THAT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE STUPID.
AND ALSO: SHE'S A GODDAM SIREN, AND YOU PROBABLY THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS AS WELL.
You know less about the problem than Jon Snow knows about Pizzagate on the rocks. And yet mysteriously... something keeps you in heavy, heavy denial. What could it be?
🤔 Maybe you can find another Master of Divination to find the answer for you. Or maybe not. I find it impossible to care. AT ALL.
MEANTIME: holy shit, did you ever take the fucking bait and run for the hills. I guess that was the best way you could be of any good use whatsoever? And still keep your stupid Beltway gig, security clearance for sure, you get fired? Haha, know way. Polygraph tests? Big-big way.
And you thought I couldn't handle drugs. That's because you are a self-centered, egotistical lying hypocritical Jew — best kind, really — and you clearly knew what Stalin did to the Magyar countryside.
And I guess you think that it was... what? Contagious? A hereditary traits? You fucking bourgeoisie shik-SHAW JOO groomers are all the goddam same.
Thanks for letting me know what I needed to know. Hey, here's an idea: next time you can do a fan dance while spelling The Aristocrats backward in Hebrew. Oooh, risqué.
You all said nothing to me... and so I said nothing to anyone, and waited as long as possible before bothering to find out what all of you said to each other. AND NONE OF YOU STILL EVEN KNOW WHAT FUCKING EVEN HAPPENED.
YOU
ONLY
THINK
EWE>K
NOW
Go find an oven, and teach yourself how to liberate its camp. You have the demeanor.
And you obviously have your... Teacher. (ACTUAL YEAR OF THE HARE. OH! OH! OH! IT'S DESTINY!)
All of you were complicit in silence... why? Since I fucking know and I fucking knew, that's why I fucking LEFT, I won't make myself puke in any illuminatory attempt.
Have fun storming the castle, you ignorant mongslave. My advice to you is to rebuild Saddam’s spider hole.
Then you can traffick more children into it and watch them fuck like crazed weasels when the aerosolized aphrodisiacs are flooded into the crawlspace. THIS SHIT EXISTS, AND YOU FUCKING WELL GODDAM KNOW IT.
AND
YOU ALSO KNOW NOTHING
ABOUT HOW ACCESS AND CONSENT — FULLY INFORMED, NO LESS — WAS OBTAINED.
SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE... ASKED.
*snap*
JUST LIKE THAT. COMPOUND RENDERED INEFFECTIVE.
GLOBALLY. IT'S NOT MAGIC. IT'S NOT EVEN CHEMISTRY. IT'S SCIENCE.
POLITICAL SCIENCE.
FUCK BOTH LANG L‽‽G‽, AND, YOU THINK I'M OVERDUE TO BE SOBER? I DELICATELY ARRANGED TO GET TWO DWIS, AND NOT A THIRD; I USED HEROIN TWICE, BUT NEVER THRICE... COULD I HAVE MADE ANYTHING ANY MORE OBVIOUS???
O YEA. AND I DID. SOMEHOW, NONE OF IT WAS ENOUGH. THREE DECADES AND MORE LATER...
YOU'VE FIGURED OUT... What?
As G-d as my witness, I didn't think the seizure of power in the wake of the CoV-🆔 would be this easy. Mazel tov, you hoorsnatch twat-twit.
Charlie kike. Really. I never heard of the person. Really. And suddenly, every problem has a solution that is resolved with a sniper rifle. Pfft.
No, no. Go on, right ahead. You're clearly got it all figured out. Don't let me get in your way, Future World Superpower Figurehead. Start practicing your goddam fan dance moves.
I'm going to smoke tough clouds and whatever the fuck else is, in my view, APPROPRIATE: because without me, you would have no reason to suspect CM involvement. AT ALL.
I keep hoping that it's gonna make her sprout wings and fly like slamming a Red Bull, but it doesn't work that way.
And yet, it does work. SOW: I AM NEITHER REQUESTED NOR REQUIRED TO DO SO. Now go read a book or anything.
You won't learn a goddam thing, not because you're stupid, but because you have already learned everything that Jews are allowed to admit to the goyim even exists. And at this point, obviously, you are, from me, learning absolutely fucking NOTHING.
YOU ARE TOLLED. (My new job. Thanks, Plaster Mæstress. Could be a bumper crop this year.)
ALSO: I ended the Gazan War. Because I fucking felt like it. Enjoy your sudden and inexplicable outbreak of world peace, dump your defense contractor stocks now! Now! Now! (The mind is the only weapon.)
And not one of you sub-sub yokels saw this coming, or had anything prepared to intercept. Fuck your Iron Dome. Oh, look, another honeypot assassin. How completely adorable.
TO TWO (2) RETARDS. (With me and Threeve, that's a quincunx. Important Sourcerer stuff, BIG-BIRD!) Any questions? Good.
#sand🅿️ayyyyīVī³‡∞
p.s.·. they only hate any of this because they got caught. But it was okay when it was just me though. Because I deserved it? No doubt my father did as well.
Family (+ newborn kitten!) murdered at age 14. Three (3) years as a conscript on CM. Sound familiar? Oh, that's right, you never think of me anymore.
Because it reminds you of how you all became guilty of FELONY FEDERAL HUMAN TRAFFICKING and ACCESSORY TO STATURORY RAPE OF A MINOR CHILD. (I'll say this: you faghot swing for the fences, alright.)
Good talk, Kiketwat. now GTFO.
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INTERVENTIONIST TEAM ASSEMBLED ALL THIS, JUST TO HAVE MOMENTS ALONE WITH ALL OF mE^^v e.
KEY TAKEAWAYS: .·.
#1) WORKAHOLISM IS NOT A DISEASE; IT'S A LIFESTYLE CHOICE.
#2) POLYCHEMICAL DEPENDENCY IS A MALADAPTIVE DYSFUNCTIONAL COPING MECHANISM; IT'S ALSO NOT A DISEASE.
#3) ALCOHOLISM? I THINK IT'S JUST A MYTH. (Also not a disease.) I LIED: NOT JUST A MYTH... IT'S ONE OF MANY CONSEQUENCES OF A HAVING MADE A SERIES OF *SEVERE* LIFESTYLE CHOICES.
#4) I'M A VERY BAD LIAR. 🤗
#5) I CAN'T JUST RUN AROUND WILLY-NILLY CURING DISEASES &AND CANCELLING DEPENDENCIES. WHAT'S THAT GOING TO DO TO THE ECONOMY?
#6) YOU HAVE QUESTIONS.
#7) EWE HAVE QUESTIONS.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/m5ojcWlq9cE?si=H4HM9_IS0_0IXdjf
Note: entrance to the new teachers lounge is not by invitation only nor is the door locked, but if you go into it you're probably going to get fucking hungry. My family is Goddam hungry. We also get really high all the time because f*** you we said so, often drugs are available in Guam. That's why they built the thing so that the governor of the island can push a button and flip the place upside down to hide all the good coca. You know how those salty Sea pirates are.
Well I'm on the subject, I don't know who the f*** thought that would be a good idea to make anybody sober but I don't really care to be told that I need to be sober to see my f****** family that I joined because I thought they were going to f****** get me high not that that matters but if it's not an option I'm out the door what was she total club f*** where do I get a f****** free car f*** you.
And yeah you might not get hungry from the contact high but you will probably get eaten. Fair warning.
So yeah, open door policy, no it probably doesn't swing both ways hehehe, AND YEAH I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU HOW TO TEACH YOUR LIONS AT A LIE RIGHT.
AND THEN BE LEFT IN THE TAUNTAUN TO ROLL AROUND AND GET ALL STICKY BY THEMSELVES. THEY'LL SPEND TWO OR THREE BIRTHDAYS ALONE INSIDE THE TAUNTAUN CORPSE AND THEN
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YEAH THE ODDS ARE PRETTY GOOD THAT A GROUP IS ALIVE I'M STILL NOT GOING TO WANT TO SUCK ANY DICK BUT I WILL GIVE IT A GOOD COLLEGE TRY ESPECIALLY IF IT CAN BITE IT OFF AT THE END.
JUST KIDDING I'M GOING TO BITE IT OFF AT THE BEGINNING. (Standards.) STAY TUNED.
AND STAY CHRISTIAN TOO, I THINK THE LIONS MIGHT LIKE TO HAVE A TASTE TEST LIKE THE PEPSI CHALLENGE EXCEPT WITH YOUR JUGULAR. I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE THAT JEWEL JUST DIDN'T KILL YOU SHE MUST REALLY LOVE ME.
SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO BUT SHE WASN'T SURE IF I SHOULD WAIT SO THAT SHE COULD ENJOY THE BLOOD SPRAY WITH HER OR IF SHE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD BE TOO B**** OF A P**** TO TELL HER TO NOT MURDER THINGS LIKE ARNOLD'S TERMINATOR NO I'M NOT EDWARD FURLONG NO I LOVE MURDER I BET MURDER TASTE GREAT LET'S FIND OUT LATER
THAT'S THAT'S WHAT WE TEACH IN THE TEACHERS LOUNGE
HOW TO ABANDON YOUR HUSBAND AND THEN GET SOME REDNECK HILLBILLY PUMPKIN BOY TO F****** NEW DON'T YOU DOPE AND THEN RAPED YOU FOR 5 YEARS OH WAIT NO WE DON'T TEACH THAT THERE WE TEACH THAT AT THE OTHER HOUSE.
I GUESS? NOBODY TOLD ME I DON'T KNOW WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU TEACH PEOPLE FOR 5 YEARS YOU A******
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Adria, just fuck off forever.
Hey why don't you write a letter to President Trump and tell him that you should be the new prostitution Czar since you're obviously so very good at setting people up. Just saying.