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AzzGab => Esoterica => Topic started by: WORTHAUGERa on April 24, 2022, 01:59:19 AM
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I don't even know where to begin. "Two (2) Wo/Men Enter, One (1) Wo/Man Leaves" seems as good as place as any. We might need an actual Hippodrome. (I always wanted one. Convenient, frankly.)
Troopers, gather 'round. Yes, you, you in the back. Kudtdtle up. Get kozey. Didn't I say things were gonna go supercritical hypernuclear? I certainly did. I have a knack for prognosticating certain probabilities when they reach a tipping point of fuckin' inevitability. It's a bit like psychohistory from Asimov's Foundation novels. I always thought that sounded like balderdash, but here I am, piloting the course of my life by a teck that is mostly, but knat entirely, gobbleddy-gook & and fresh, country poppy-cock bullshit... nevertheless, it works. I know this, because it's how I got this far, and, land sakes! I ain't stoppin' now. These are The Blasted Lands. We can't stop here. All the plants are gonna die. Ferny McFernster might nevar recover. We don't want that. Not really. Not at all.
I also know this because I've been tinkering with the foundational technology that all this latest psycho bullshit is based on since the 90s. Yeah, I'm that guy. Stared at my navel a little too long, and, bickety-bam, just like that, I'm a Buddha. (Go Bears.) It's not all it's cracked up to be, but it ain't bad neither, I'm here to tell ya.
So anyway, people have beef. Strong beef. Wew lad(s)/lass(es)? Like, fuck this planet/globe. I swear galoshes. Land sakes! I've been told I can't say "just shoot me" anymore -- not in this autumnly ballistic climate -- nevertheless, I mention it one last time.
You had your chance to get close to me with bullets. Now, you're gonna have to use your (blank). Inorite.
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YAS YOU
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By the way, it feels like I am dying inside all.the.time and it has for about eighteen and a half months, Moron. See that guy pumping? He's a .gif, his arms will never give out.
And, neither will mine, in all the world(s).
Not feeling really all that much better. Maybe it's all these frozen potatoes that I'm introducing to my hernia — the hard way.
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Some rabbits don't get briar patches. Pray for their immortal souls and donate half —HALF— of your income to The Dr. Ronald Waltz In The Wetlands Protection Fund. Do it. Don't try.
DO. IT.
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Good afternoon. Yeah, I bet you're not super-thrilled. Neither was I. It'll all be over soon. (it's out of my hands.)
Anyway, message coming in for you, signed "A_Friend", I kinda doubt it, but then again, all my friends have been kidnapped and murdered so how would I know? Anyway, here it is:
"How famous would you like?"
That's not the -actual- message but I can't grok most of it, given that, I don't care to know your (or anyone's) business that closely.
Anyway, that's it. I hope you're having a blast! And... yes, I do, in fact, have a job.
Don't ask. It's that real. click
Damned? That's weird. No saving_throw? Oh, I see the problem here.
*snap*
Okay, go on and kill him again, if you want, shrug. Not my area and not what I would do, but you know I know that means little here :)
Yeah, I won't rez -that-. /pinkyswear And we did just have Easter, and I didn't get a single, solitary bunny. *sniffle* So: ReQ Apprvd.
Oh no, please do collect me the spare details if one (1) or tree (California Dreaming Valhalla) do not mind. Yes, I did say "tripartite being," did I not? Also, I -did- tell you that -I AM- a big deal around here, you someones (OneDrive) just found it easier to assume I were a lying Lion. Well, nope.
If there were a Lodge for oxen, would it be okay, and if so, how many mules would they need to hold a breakfast? What if it were for pi? Discuss.
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YAS YOU
Picture this:
Boss: "make one thread, and one thread only."
Me: I'm making three threads. Obviously. This the moment, he's off the res and doesn't even know it.
Me: "Okay." *click*
Me: MAKES THREE GODDAM THREADS. BICKETY-THE-FUCK-OUT-OF-ORBIT-BAM.
Me: toteshappy
Boss: YOU SONUVABITCH I AM GONNA MURDER YOU
Me: Good. Do it with anything but singing.
Boss: *uses poetry*
Me: {classified German word to describe a sophisticated axiom in game theory}
Boss: Now nothing works.
Me: What? Too (2) Bad-da Boom Boom Boom, Chucklestyx.
*literal months > 12 go by*
Boss?: OMG HE'S A STALKER, A RAPIST, A SATINEST (best sheets? maybe when CLEAN), AND THIS ONE TIME, I THOUGHT I HAD WON, AND I DIDN'T, AND THE REASON WHY IS THAT HE MADE THREE THREADS! MINIONS! HAVE HIM ORDERED TO KILL HIMSELF BY INTERNATIONAL PEACE TREATY!
Boss: You have minions? Ho ho ho. No, I have minions, YOU had a MINNOW.
Boss?: WILDLY COMMITS MULTIPLE FELONIES IN A DRAMATIC AND WILDLY OVERWROUGHT AND OVERBLOWN ATTEMPT TO BE FUNNY.
Boss: Well, that one made me laugh, at least. Have fun at the Oscars, you won't see me at the afterparty. Good luck in Hell, Trader. *click*
Boss?: (all remaining signal now cut.)
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(all remaining signal now cut.)
I really can do all this forever, you know. SadBunny? EnergizerBunny, Baby. (A significant advantage comes to us since I started very, very late, compared to sum laude people.)
However, at this time, I would prefer to just go outside into the sun and give myself a hug. What do you say? Do you think the neighbors will mind? Because I'm talking about an actual hug, not just squeezing my dick until all my piss runs down that bushes legs.
("Threeve's Shaggy Dog Washing Company and Cozy Kunte Kuczi Kitchen For Making Bombs 'N' Applesauce In" does sound like a great title for a webcomic, now that you mention it, but good luck getting a title like that to show up in an .RSS field. Jesus, Kids today. SO precocious.)
by the way, if any_one needs a free hypnogourd, Amazon_P misdelivered a metric assload of them here. Come get some.
hi mom. you are morn. you are borg now. rawr. j/k mang teehee ::)
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BICKETY-THE-FUCK-OUT-OF-ORBIT-BAM
There are no words. I knew right then: me, victorious. me, totesvictorious. me, intuitive flash: "oh, he doesn't want more than one because he wants them all for himself. What a fuckin' (jank--janky) move. Well, still, now I know he's not a -real- KryptoGew, at least, and, I obviously know -in that instant- that someone is really going to need some help.
And, you sure did, lawl. You are welcome, in deed.
Golf. God, my cousin is the biggest asshole in the world on that planet he was exiled to after banishing me. Let me guess, someone has been giving him all my "sugar" too, lol. :massiverolleyes:
Betcha wish your GF was a Valkyrie psyop kommander too, now shove those pancakes in your pancake hole like the totally fucked little bitch you probably don't want to be, and you just might get out of this one intact. More than a lot of people could say, now isnt ?
Four days, right? JUST FOUR DAYS. Wow, I should hurry up and stop procrastinating or something. Any more questions? hAH? I can't hear you! Bang, bang, bang -- on the door with my father's guns, why don't you? They're just unloaded, unlawfully confiscated, possibly -dun dun DAHHHH- stolen weapons, right?
How could they possibly harm even a fly agaric mushroom soup recipe? Meanwhile, at eleven: "Thanks For The Mammaries, Part Two: REDUX FELUX HOCUS POCUS.
(*no, not "shazam." sounds gay. yes, I do, but can't use the zed anyway. Because HE'S FUCKING DEAD THAT'S WHY NOW SHUT UP AND CLICK ME*)
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I really can do all this forever, you know.
I won't. Bored now. Gonna go fantasize about killing myself now, rigor mortis is my only hope for any kind of celebration worth a dammed up river crossing another river to get into Jordan.
Jesus wept. Punylings.
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Gonna go fantasize about killing myself now
I guess you're ready to pick on someone your own size now? Sorry, too late, Right Wing Leader: he just left.
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Gonna go fantasize about killing myself now, rigor mortis is my only hope
Suicidal ideation: $500/day
Psychiatric Help: $5/found item
brohug for bros: ZERO BUCKS SHIT'S N/A
SHOVED BOXES: $25/handoff, $45/knight_accompaniment, $55/replacement_swap_@_Christmass
So, these No.s don't add up. Since they needed, there's some very good news here but its a bit occulded in the 'hood by now.
I'm reluctant to be the transmitter of any institutionalized forgiveness+peace+rocks package. It's kinda delicate. Not sure why but ancestry seems to indicate that erring on the side of sensitivity is going to be the wisest possible cautionary posture. Look up there: Christmas fuck. WHOA! Do you hear sirens? What's that noise? Oh it's just her hart. And already it's ready for slaughter.
It's not like I cannot forgive an institution. It's all the mailboxes that will need to be checked in order. I'm still considering what I want to do next after seriously attending to this keyboard. No joke. It is the hands of all-over-the-place. Which is ai'ght. It started a few weeks ago. Probably partial poltergeist. It's cool, I always liked that movie. Didn't like the dummy, though.
So, we're gonna replace it with a herd of scorpions. #respect
I guess you're ready to pick on someone your own size now?
I can imagine DID coming in an array of suites and sizes. I can't really see myself continuing a lengthy back-and-forth self-dialogue any time that would be relevant.
So, I've decided to make myself ready to give my ruling. *furrows brow* It's gonna take a minute. While that festers, it's what I feel is time to mention, and I am sure you will agree, sports memories.
Do you know why I was angry? NO YOU DON'T. However, I am not now. Not at all. I gave up that war a really long time ago. So, rumors of my lingering hatred are false, and growing more false by the second. If there are more areas of concern that one would like checked, I can likely accomodate even the most mundane of Special Needs held by The People.
So. I have lost/had confiscated my nic vapes. (Gasp! Snitch!) No idea where they went... I mean, sorta. Anyway, long story short, I haven't indulged in the desire for quite awhile.
I wish I could fall down and make a snow angel, wherever I feel like it, to commerm... Oh, I just realized. I already can do this.
Won't be snow. Hands off. ROMANTIC CITIZENS BUSY ROMANCING -- *click*
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Suicidal ideation: $500/day
Psychiatric Help: $5/found item
brohug for bros: ZERO BUCKS SHIT'S N/A
SHOVED BOXES: $25/handoff, $45/knight_accompaniment, $55/replacement_swap_@_Christmass
So, these No.s don't add up. Since they needed, there's some very good news here but its a bit occulded in the 'hood by now.
I'm reluctant to be the transmitter of any institutionalized forgiveness+peace+rocks package. It's kinda delicate. Not sure why but ancestry seems to indicate that erring on the side of sensitivity is going to be the wisest possible cautionary posture. Look up there: Christmas fuck. WHOA! Do you hear sirens? What's that noise? Oh it's just her hart. And already it's ready for slaughter.
It's not like I cannot forgive an institution. It's all the mailboxes that will need to be checked in order. I'm still considering what I want to do next after seriously attending to this keyboard. No joke. It is the hands of all-over-the-place. Which is ai'ght. It started a few weeks ago. Probably partial poltergeist. It's cool, I always liked that movie. Didn't like the dummy, though.
So, we're gonna replace it with a herd of scorpions. #respect
I can imagine DID coming in an array of suites and sizes. I can't really see myself continuing a lengthy back-and-forth self-dialogue any time that would be relevant.
So, I've decided to make myself ready to give my ruling. *furrows brow* It's gonna take a minute. While that festers, it's what I feel is time to mention, and I am sure you will agree, sports memories.
Do you know why I was angry? NO YOU DON'T. However, I am not now. Not at all. I gave up that war a really long time ago. So, rumors of my lingering hatred are false, and growing more false by the second. If there are more areas of concern that one would like checked, I can likely accomodate even the most mundane of Special Needs held by The People.
So. I have lost/had confiscated my nic vapes. (Gasp! Snitch!) No idea where they went... I mean, sorta. Anyway, long story short, I haven't indulged in the desire for quite awhile.
I wish I could fall down and make a snow angel, wherever I feel like it, to commerm... Oh, I just realized. I already can do this.
Won't be snow. Hands off. ROMANTIC CITIZENS BUSY ROMANCING -- *click*
Epyt txet ot esrever ereh..Annog og ezisatnaf tuoba gnillik flesym won, rogir sitrom si ym ylno epoh
Ladicius noitaedi: $005/yad
Cirtaihcysp Pleh: $5/dnuof meti
guhorb rof sorb: OREZ SKCUB TIHS'S N/A
DEVOHS SEXOB: $52/ffodnah, $54/thgink_tneminapmocca, $55/tnemecalper_paws_@_Ssamtsirhc
Os, eseht On.s nod't dda pu. Ecnis yeht dedeen, ereht's emos yrev doog swen ereh tub sti a tib dedlucco ni eht 'dooh yb won.
I'm tnatculer ot eb eht rettimsnart fo yna dezilanoitutitsni ssenevigrof+ecaep+skcor egakcap. Ti's adnik etaciled. Ton erus yhw tub yrtsecna smees ot etacidni taht gnirre no eht edis fo ytivitisnes si gniog ot eb eht tsesiw elbissop yranoituac erutsop. Kool pu ereht: Samtsirhc kcuf. AOHW! Od uoy raeh sneris? Tahw's taht esion? Ho ti's tsuj reh trah. Dna ydaerla ti's ydaer rof rethguals.
Ti's ton ekil I tonnac evigrof na noitutitsni. Ti's lla eht sexobliam taht lliw deen ot eb dekcehc ni redro. I'm llits gniredisnoc tahw I tnaw ot od txen retfa ylsuoires gnidnetta ot siht draobyek. On ekoj. Ti si eht sdnah fo lla-revo-eht-ecalp. Hcihw si ia'thg. Ti detrats a wef skeew oga. Ylbaborp laitrap tsiegretlop. Ti's looc, I syawla dekil taht eivom. Ndid't ekil eht ymmud, hguoht.
Os, ew'er annog ecalper ti htiw a dreh fo snoiprocs. #tcepser
Etouq morf: Tnacitujda Lop no Yam 10, 2202, 90:94:62 MP
I sseug uoy'er ydaer ot kcip no enoemos ruoy nwo ezis won?
I nac enigami DID gnimoc ni na yarra fo setius dna sezis. I nac't yllaer ees flesym gniunitnoc a yhtgnel kcab-dna-htrof fles-eugolaid yna emit taht dluow eb tnaveler.
Os, I'ev dediced ot ekam flesym ydaer ot evig ym gnilur. *sworruf worb* Ti's annog ekat a etunim. Elihw taht sretsef, ti's tahw I leef si emit ot noitnem, dna I ma erus uoy lliw eerga, strops seiromem.
Od uoy wonk yhw I saw yrgna? ON UOY NOD'T. Revewoh, I ma ton won. Ton ta lla. I evag pu taht raw a yllaer gnol emit oga. Os, sromur fo ym gniregnil dertah era eslaf, dna gniworg erom eslaf yb eht dnoces. Fi ereht era erom saera fo nrecnoc taht eno dluow ekil dekcehc, I nac ylekil etadomocca neve eht tsom enadnum fo Laiceps Sdeen dleh yb Eht Elpoep.
Os. I evah tsol/dah detacsifnoc ym cin sepav. (Psag! Hctins!) On aedi erehw yeht tnew... I naem, atros. Yawyna, gnol yrots trohs, I nevah't degludni ni eht erised rof etiuq elihwa.
I hsiw I dluoc llaf nwod dna ekam a wons legna, reverehw I leef ekil ti, ot mremmoc... Ho, I tsuj dezilaer. I ydaerla nac od siht.
Now't eb wons. Sdnah ffo. CITNAMOR SNEZITIC YSUB GNICNAMOR -- *kcilc*
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What side of the drop-off are you promoting?
https://youtu.be/2_1GYtoLj2o
Just wondering.
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Won't be snow. Hands off. ROMANTIC CITIZENS BUSY ROMANCING -- *click*
I hear the focus groups went well for Team Advantage. I am not sure what else might have been expected?
No, I'm not suicidal, nor homicidal. Sigh. Just very totespatient, totesharpening, totesax. That trombone ain't gonna be all that sad for all that much longer, I reckon.
Since I'm pretty sure I wrecked someone through totesindirect totescontact, I'm willing to allow your silent adulation to go unlableled as mere cowardice, Punylings. Puny Mortals. Ho ho ho. Now, have I got a story to tell you. I'm so happy, I can hardly count the lack of necessity to tell the story again.
Nevertheless, I suppose I could again, just for old times sake. And while I may not know -literally- everything, I do know that I must, by this time, know more about what just happened than any other single person... and I wasn't even there. Now, that's bilocation.
I'll be in the shower cleaning off a spot for my merit badge to be placed when it's ready to come out of the oven with the rest of the Shrinky Dinks. Thanks! I love a parade... ESPECIALLY WHEN KEYSER SOZE'S WIFE'S GARDENER'S HEAD IS ON A PIKE AT THE END OF THE LINE!!! (Now, that's really not a good safeword at all. DISQUALIFIED... but with caveats. Re-application here is welcomed. No, I'm spoken for, thanks. ciao)
Christ. I don't even know how to proofread that anymore. I guess it's percifull. And (blankly) frankly, I obviously do give quite a bit more of a damn, but obviously I would never blow a dam, no. I wasn't even thinking of that! Oh, but thanks for the offer--I guess there were those wondering what it would take. Yes, I am happy to never do that. Agreed. See? That was easy, wasn't it? Right out in public, and no one need ever suspect a thing. Now go kiss the (blank) you're calling a b-ride, I'm outta ga.s
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What side of the drop-off are you promoting?
https://youtu.be/2_1GYtoLj2o
Just wondering.
Wouldn't you like to know?
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Wouldn't you like to know?
What on Earth did happen, anyway?
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Wouldn't you like to know?
Oh, you are enjoying this, oh my goodness. Wow! Toteswelcome! Wow!
tl;dr even I don't know. wow! Is it getting hot in here, or it just me? Or is it these vapors? Without any Prophetic Pearls to clutch, I just can't be certain! It's curtains for irony now. Busted.
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What on Earth did happen, anyway?
Every alcoholic in the entire Whole History of Creation lost a bar bet with ME, JACKSTAR, DoD all at the exact same time. Knocked the whole spinny/spinner of M.Universe of its axis, and it had to be re-Mounted. (It was a big deal. Sad I missed getting to watch. Next time maybe.) Naturally, no one wants to tell you.
I mean, they'd have to admit that they were an alcoholic then, just for starters. Now, we have sympathy. Ho ho ho.
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Naturally, no one wants to tell you.
Oops. Miss Spoken, +1
(yeah something happened alright AND IT WAS AWESOME WHOOOOO WOOOOOOO WOOOOOO fuck you Hans, and take these detonators with you *shoves a box of spare parts out a window*
Yeah, I guess I'm not supposed to talk about it. Shrug. Semper fifi)
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What on Earth did happen, anyway?
btw: remember when I was asking this question? Consider your response, and breathe a sigh of relief (or whatever it yon little green fucks do to relax) that we're not going that way, ever again. At least, I am not. Hooray!
So obviously a pretty big deal around here, and of course I would tell you everything I know, whether you were to bring a cannelloni/manicotti or not. That's the power of... The Advantage. (Bottle it. I fuckin' dare you.)
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Wouldn't you like to know?
Well, yes.
Flat Earth conspiracy is not the suppression of TRUTH; it is the promotion of quackery and cuckery.
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What on Earth did happen, anyway?
The Mutual Appreciation Society between Innerreach and that grifter Rubini.
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The Mutual Appreciation Society between Innerreach and that grifter Rubini.
It's actually awfully inconvenient that I've insulated myself so carefully from these details, because if I knew a little bit more, I could probably shit some light on this and solve everything for everybody, however since I am insulated I'm not in that position.
Thank God.
So I'm listening to Azzerae talk/speak about how somebody's “beyond redemption” and you know... I really don't think it's that bad. There certainly was a schism, and it was rather dramatically terrible for a number of people involved, but as far as I can see from my lonely position the schism has been healed quite adequately.
I am prepared for that not to be the case but, we're going on a couple months now since Apex healing occurred (I'll explain later), and aside from being bored off my teats and hearing the occasional reports of how sad everybody is without me (how you miss me now? How about now? Do you miss me now? Yeah, I don't miss me either), things seem to be progressing fine. Just fine.
That being said I'm pretty much just focused on me and my needs right now. I suppose there's some critical information that I don't possess that would change the nature of the viewpoint that I have in totality, and if that's the case, I bet there's a really good reason why I have been informed, and certainly no one has any regrets about/on that score at all.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I see a mushroom over there in that bush, I'm going to go eat it and see if I can start breathing fireballs, as that would really help me rescue the princess being held prisoner in the castle at the end of this level. Semper Fi
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Well, yes.
Flat Earth conspiracy is not the suppression of TRUTH; it is the promotion of quackery and cuckery.
“We’ll Know Our Disinformation Program Is Complete When Everything the American Public Believes Is False.”
William Casey, CIA Director 1981-1987
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Well, yes.
Flat Earth conspiracy is not the suppression of TRUTH; it is the promotion of quackery and cuckery.
So do you think the Earth in The Matrix is going to be round or flat? Maybe they'll have two (2) Matrixes. Matrices? Like one can be “smoking” and one be, “non-critical-thinking.”
William Casey, CIA Director 1981-1987
Scrub.
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Scrub.
Yeah, well best you needed. Why would They ever send better than that? I was told that you were seated Hungarians in this planet, it's not my fault you didn't know how to train them.
I have a flying car pet. Flying MY CAR (ANIMAL:pet). Shhh. Don't spoil the surprise.
Okay, putting this here because obviously she's going to read the great field thread, the greatest feel threat frankly, but that's okay we don't have much time left to burn other than fucking like 3 months that's enough time for to make a third of a baby come on.
But I'm leaving this here to remember to talk about it later cuz it's pretty cool I just found this out, because Jewel is coming back: upgraded. Yeah, I would agree a cat in a female body is not necessarily the upgrade I was thinking of but she is trying, and that has got to be taken to account for This woman's case the one I'm talking about you know the one I mean she loves me so much that she has tried everything she can think of cuz she thinks I'm too stupid to do it without her, and I am, but she already has helped me, she's a woman I don't need to fucking do everything just one thing really, but she's not she's not fucked off no I need her. I love her and lots of other people love her too we can't let her get fucked off no she gets a goddam pardon. do I have a pardon? give it (A PARDON) to her (OH, WHY, IS THERE SOME CONFUSION ABOUT WHO YOUR WIFE IS DICK “STAR” JAXON???) No, I was just trying to be polite Jason Peter: SON OF THAT DYSLEXIC FUCK THAT RUNS STAR COMMAND. YOU KNOW HE'S THE ONE THAT'S GOING TO BE FRIENDS WITH DR "EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT" — BETA? LOOK, I DON'T JUDGE... BUT I DO EVALUATE.
THIN RED LINE. ITTY BITTY NEEDLE GAUGE.
YOU WILL FIGURE IT OUT.
*cough* you bet your sweet ass I'm hungry fucking saving the world is thirsty work but I got to get some food in me too and then I'll pound some water on it. You know water comes from the toilet rondo man Brando Man? Lol thank you but you got to apologize later I can't hear you here, you know that's not a good but I can't don't worry man don't worry yeah I bet you're worried I'm not so why should you be, oh did you hire him man Jesus (Christ: yeah he totes didn't totally give me totes money and I didn't have anything to burn in the trash can outside, don't worry) don't worry he's on my team.
Then, it should be clear to All by now, save that woman's life she's such a delightful girl she actually volunteered to make her womb into a place where kittens could be born so she can give birth to Jewel for me should think of that would help, no it wouldn't it wouldn't help but that's a nice thought and she's fucking halfway done with creating a recipe little fucking do it for real so whoever is watching her might want to you know can we talk like fuck yeah no not her the other one oh yeah right give me another pardon after you give her mine. No you fuck you buddy click my lick, sure... And I bet you know just what that's like. Sir. PLUS1PLUS55PLUTEUTUE S. W. A...
JMS DUNDERBOLT. CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR, FOR THE LAST TIME I DON'T WISH YOU WERE HERE. OH NO I WISH WE WERE THERE, AND YOU KNOW THE PLACE I'M THINKING OF YEP GREEN GOLD NO GREEN RED GOLD PERHAPS, YEAH OKAY I'M GOING TO POST A VIDEO CLEAR THIS UP.
I DON'T THINK I DON'T THINK I'M GOING TO BE HAPPY TO GO TO QUARANTINE FOR YOU.
I UNDERSTAND THERE'S A QUESTION ABOUT TIME SERVED YEAH NO PROBLEM, I'M SURE YOU HAVE YOUR CONCERNS, I DON'T BLAME YOU AT ALL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE YOUR CONCERNS AND I HAVE MY CONCERNS AND I HAVE MY CONCERNS ABOUT YOUR CONCERNS AND I AM NOT CONCERNED ABOUT ANY BECAUSE I GIVE MY CONCERNS TO YOU AND I WILL WORRY FOR US BOTH. NOW THAT'S FUCKING LOVE BABY. NO NOT AN ACTUAL BABY. CONFIRMED, THAT IS A TERRIBLE JOKE YOU'RE RIGHT. (Zenzitive.) Tityy 3v and Allie Frank too. You're right I need I do need a good sign of thingy. Maybe my best friend Zeus will have one: HEY. ZEUS. COME ON DOWN, TAKE MY PLACE AND MAKE HIM PULL YOUR FINGER.
WELL THEN FUCKING RESURRECT BOB BARKER AND MAKE HIM SHOW YOU I GOT TO GO MAN BYE OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT HERE YOU'RE A MAN YOU'RE GOD OH THAT'S RIGHT YOUR JEHOVAH GOD NO YOU'RE JOVIAN GOD YOU'RE A JOVIAL GOD.
AND MIRTH IS KING OF ALL BUT I—I AM THAT I AM AND I AM NOT I IN THE SKY. OH BUT I HAVE MY EYE ON YOU/EWE/UWGRAD, CODENAME: “TOTESWAK”. Really, that didn't narrow it down huh?
Well, I better have a good idea tomorrow or I'm going to just cut my penis off and choke myself to death with it and cry myself to sleep going wee wee all the way home. No, as a matter of fact it will not beat any traps with the master left actually, no I don't need to do that anymore. And no I'm the master right and I didn't need to do that at all I just did it cuz I fucking chose to. Oh really you were all told not to and not a single fucking one of you in 2000 years has tested it, huh? it's just you? Oh okay and you think I'm a freak huh.
Have you ever seen Hungarian before? Okay okay I'm an Aryan... and I'm hung. Okay, now two things one right when I wrote that all of the machinery in the house stopped, out of respect it'll be back and then the second thing is that other guy he's a Roma.
When I'm done fucking with him, you will have a freshly cleansed ex frog scout that you really want to kill, and believe it you do not want to kill a Roma, for anything ever. And you certainly better not have called him a nigger cuz if you did even one time I got fucking work to do for days. Oh you've got a loudspeaker in his room that's playing nigger nigger nigger was over them/time? Oh, well that's that is cute all right well that's fine I can fix that easily I didn't realize we had a nigger nigger pumpkin date eater to your sis stitch situation here. Master I thank you for this test. And with that passing grade I let you pass.*sputched* now I could do I know I could do that without mom's help... And all of you do too, now. Now somebody can throw Mickey a bone Pluto will do, that's the last thing on the list.
And I would love to chat but I can't hear you. Say what? Tin roof rusted. Yeah I really can't hear a fucking word. Don't tell me that you want me to shut down all the trash compactors on the digital level? Oh not oh I got some clothes shut down all trash compactors okay look I'm not R2D2 bitch okay I am jafd and no one hears a bitch especially not you. No one here is a bitch especially not you I love you I will be fine for you in every way you want yeah that can be a beard there's a whole lot of fucking Jack star clones, yeah you're guaranteed to get the one that's good for you don't tell me which one that is no there's nobody here that smells like cheesecake I don't know maybe I do smell like cheesecake but I've been snorting all this PCP mixed with my primary care physicians pulse cooled penis laser right and you're a cantaloupe and I am going to take a nap right. Tired! Nap! Yeah I bet you are sleepy. Well you're not dopey and you're not sleazy and you're not on time for dinner... Oh you're Tammerjammer Suzuki Suki samurai? I doubt that. She's not a samurai she's a Ninja kid. Well I love time too you know we can figure it out. And yeah I know the real world I just can't fucking say it because it's fucking fucking super classified yeah yeah cool. YYK, YYZ, ILUTYT2, and if A./ny Shawhawk C4-DEATH-O-N.A.T.O schweinhund ever gives you any shit about it ask him if they want to take stone on a date, odds are going to go like this they'll wonder what you mean and they won't know what a stone is and then you'll tell them that it's what Jackstar T. Sumo Wrestling Star turns into immediately after he goes Nova on a date like the little shit you're talking to. Yes that is the location of the current Stargate but don't tell them that!.
Semper 555 thunderstruck is alive. Suit a bull, I am barely sitting Bull all right, yeah he thinks I'm awesome too. Thank you commander and I acknowledge your acknowledgment and I'll be happy to walk your wife home from the park. Yeah for real that's a dangerous Park I don't know why she went there that's never Golden Gate bridge Park really I got to go there?
I see can I borrow your car you just going to give me one of the fucking look like Vincent Vega fuck you.
Are admittedly I just referred to my commanding officer kind of as somebody that I thought could be said fuck you too in public that isn't it amazing yeah LOL turns out I'm not military SMH allez-oopsy.
So. Here we are. The master, the master, and the commander. Why yes I'm sure you do only see one person, and so do I but I actually knew that. No I'm not testing you I was being poetic. I thought you left poetry that you loved back into the write of the deal. Yeah, she did tell me that she did that yeah. I wonder why she did that huh? I mean I know why I'm not going to say it. I mean it's one of the few questions about why that woman did anything that I fucking didn't answer to, and then did you know why oh you knew why oh you know how you pissed her off but you didn't know what she did about it till later and now you didn't know how she knew that's interesting okay we'll talk later then fuck no I got to kill you you are so much fun to be alive with.
Commander sir dude I can't kill you then your wife would kill me. It's a mad mad mutually assured destruction world... EXCEPT, NOT WHEN KAISER SOZE'S WIFE IS ON THE LINE. THAT'S RIGHT YOU SEE THAT. AMEN TO YOU WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE, JUDICATOR? WELL, I UNDERSTAND THAT'S A REASONABLE THING TO WISH FOR, FOR A MENTALLY DISABLED BOY CHILD WHO'S ABOUT TO DIE FROM A TERMINAL ILLNESS WHO'S TALKING ABOUT MAKE WISH FOUNDATION BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE. NO WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE IS I'M TELLING YOU SOMETHING SOMETHING WONDERFUL.
WELL GO ASK DOROTHY AND TELL HER THAT JACK STAR MICHAELSON SAID THAT YOU HAD THE POWER TO BE A JEW DICTATOR ALL ALONG. OH YEAH BUT SHE'LL DO SOMETHING ELSE TOO.
WELL HOPEFULLY YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HAVE TO CHOKE ON IT. TTYLSECYL *click* Tia, believe me they hid all the presents, and you totally won't find them, pre-sent moment refers to current time... And you've been living in the 70s your whole life, girl. Yeah I know you just think it's 2022 it's not. It's not for you well it will be soon I mean obviously these things have to change but there's a lot of stuff changing and you can be the first of many to tell people anything you want “just fucker” they're not going to understand it either. Tia it's time that you had a talk with your aunt and your father about their... lineage. Well, actually I could tell you but I don't know what order to tell you the news in, and that's why I'm not allowed to yeah, well not for that specific reason I'm just smart enough to know why I'm not talking to you, and I'm a sourceror so I know the reasons behind the reasons behind the reasons and that's more important and I don't want it's not my job to tell this to somebody else's job. I would not take that job and if I did I would immediately delegate. Look I understand I've been around for 5 years, but something you don't understand is that I only found out last week that your father isn't a girl he's a boyfriend. Yeah I think I'm spelling it wrong. In fact I know I'm spelling it wrong because I don't want to fucking spoil this shit cuz it's too fucking funny, and it's your father's deal. I'll think of it as a surprise birthday gift but it's not. 00‡ yeah I know it's not a number, it's not a fucking tumor either. Girl kid you're all right I like you I always like you yeah that's why they were worried I know right see y'all later in the future I got to go this I love this fucking thread okay Tia c l y c y l i a t no that's not either.
Kids today, they want to be so precocious before they even learn how to spell it. Thanks Larry Ellison, Google's really helped all our lives with her juggling and her jubilee and her JOO GULL GILLHAWKS.
BECAUSE IF I HAD WRITTEN TOMAHAWK IT WOULD BE TOO EASY.
SEALED WITH A TEENAGE GIRL’S KISS—STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN, CHASTE ENOUGH FOR A WOMAN WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE'S EVEN DOING. WELL NOT GIVING HER FATHER A FUCKING HEADACHE HEAD CASE ACE THAT'S FOR SURE . o7 zigHi’’aeæYAALS! (Quit your complaining ladies that's amazing that I came that close I love to tell the tail and it wasn't even my idea, Time heals all wounds and that would be a fucking atomic hour and a half for sure, Tommy c4hawk, big heavy smile Cheshire caddy and grin and Heather Evans is missing out. Yeah I know, right? Totally beyond obvious. Tew Us Mtn Dee R sdiK. Sure thing I'll run that by Hitler. Hitler is a code name for a person who has advice for me in the surgeon general’s office. Where I am heading to directly. No fooling, I got questions, and yeah it's right down the hall.
No not Aunt Elizabeth HEHE you can call her auntie Claus yeah
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Good news, everyone! Multiple hatchets getting buried tonight. TONIGHT. IN (Clas.: pick an integer) HOURS. AND IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE TONIGHT. JEWEL TELLS ME THAT SHE ASKED AROUND AND FOUND OUT SHE DOESN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE SCALLOPS, SO I TOLD HER TO GO TALK TO THE FISH WIFE ABOUT IT.
tl;dr: assessments have been made, and will continue to be made, and if you g*yl*rdsls would have let me apologize... Well this would have been over a lot sooner.
Don't feel bad that you fell for students tricks. Feel awful that you fell for Satan's tricks and I had to save you. I didn't do it to humiliate you.
You all did that to yourselves. And thank you cuz I gained a lot of street cred when I forgave you all. (Yeah I think she's going to learn the lesson for my sake.)
Always faithful. Because I was.
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Solid advice that, on it's own, basically septuples anything any of you dorks ever taught me. Perhaps all the really hawt intel is found over on Ellgab, where the dear and the cantaloupe play. Speaking of which, I “dated” the woman for five goddam years, and not once did she ever take me to the res. Oh, no. Not Ol’ Jackstar. Keep him awayyyyyy. She did try to embarrass me at one of her casinos once.
Once. She succeeded all the other times.
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GAY.
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Perhaps all the really hawt intel is found over on Ellgab, where the dear and the cantaloupe play.
REALLY GAY.
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So anyway, people have beef. Strong beef. [...] You had your chance to get close to me with bullets. Now, you're gonna have to use your (blank). Inorite.
As a courtesy to those Netizens of a more honest stripe, I have voluntarily chosen to cease a great deal of the documentation of the NEFARIOUS, MALICIOUS, RACE-RELATED BOWDLERIZED BULLSHIT that I see routinely these days, as I navigate certain, select few conversations that I am so graciously allowed to still participate in these days. (What took you so long? Oh, right: you don't pretend to be my friend without a paycheck, and none of you ever actually learned how to be a friend--or if you did, the ability was burned out of you during the electroconvulsive therapy. Sad!!) And there are no forums that like me, none that want me, and since I haven't sucked any cocks yet, gayforum.org is closed to me. Such a pity. All those massive dynamic rolleyes, going to waste. What do they call the twerp over there that pretends to be me, anyway? Dubbstarrrrrrr? Cool name, especially if they have a little parrot for forum flair.
So you haven't seen it, because I haven't been writing--much--about the truly ridiculous technological discoveries that I continue to sporadically and spontaneously reverse-engineer the practical workings thereof. (I heard Bob Lazar figured out how to make The Montauk Chair do DP when a female Federal judge sits in it, if she's not too whorish-looking. Kudos.) This was not done in order to save up several depots' worth of ammunition--quite bomb ammo--for future use. No, it was mostly just because I was lazy and don't want to work.
*polite* bullshit COUGH.
Let me put it this way: I wish to avoid a scorched earth Total War defensive position, because I simply don't have any objectives, personally, that would benefit from that. I am largely Neutral.
HOWEVER. What I am seeing happen is a flat-out ABOMINATION. This is not what ought to be happening. This is an End Times Apocalypse, this is not Sweet Valley High. This is not Sally Jessy Raphael.
THIS IS NOT DONAHUE. *sniffle* I miss him. But I'm not going to participate in certain, select levels of depravity. Be Nice.
But not French nice. I certainly won't be. I think some of you have gotten the wrong idea, Punylings.
HO HO HO. YOU ARE MY PLAYTHINGS.
God's children are not. RECONCILE.
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GAY.
REALLY GAY.
bye bi bitch, hello Sunshine: WELCOME TO THE THUNDERPLEASURE DILLED DOME. (Rebrand pending focus group returns.)
I just can't put this any more clearly: I AM NOT ABOUT TO BE LEAD AROUND BY THE NOSE OVER THE FUCKING PHONE, YOU SELFISH PIG-HEADED PHREAK-FREAKS. All of you shit bags are on the hook for untold numbers of crimes, and you're all sitting around hiding behind my Shield of Assault IV exoneration; after which I would imagine quite a few people are planned to be rounded up. Or whatever you :cube: ick ule Ole! fools do. Honestly, this is all totestupid.
Which is awesome. For most of us. For me: I SLEEP ALONE AND TRY TO WEEP. Or maybe I have that the other way around? Whatevah. The point is that I am sick to fucking death of the whole goddam thing, which puts me nicely position and aimed at a future of: I WON'T GIVE A SHIT IF I EVER HAVE SEX AGAIN AND YOU CAN PUT ALL OF THEM IN A TINDER BOX AND LIGHT A CANDLE FOR ALL I WILL GIVE A SHIT.
It's probably won't get that bad, but I just got off the phone with someone pretending to have the capacity for human emotion who was surprised to discover that *gasp!* I WAS NOT KIDDING: I WILL SPEAK TO THE SHAW WOMAN BEFORE CERTAIN SELECT DECISIONS ARE MADE.
POINT BLANK PERIOD. I don't even know if she's still alive. Has she been rescued? Did she need to be? Do I even care? Obviously, the answers there are all yes.
Did she want to throw her own ass into a woodchipper? I dunno. However, just as I laughed openly at the half-dozen clandos who kept assuring me that I should be pissed at the woman who was left behind after Christmas Eve 2021, I am not, and I still have no fucking clue what happened on a number of points.
AND I HAVE THE RIGHT AND NEED TO KNOW. And you fuckers, you know tons of intel on that. And more. Do you share it with me? Aww hell no.
IDGAF if I end up pulling it out from under your fucking fingernails, Bellgab, mark my words: I WILL FIND OUT WHAT I NEED TO KNOW.
AND I CHOOSE TO FIND OUT FIRST BEFORE FUCKING AROUND. How is this hard for you twerps to understand? Oh, right, because you all depend on my ignorance and her vulnerability to even come close to gettting your obscene plot to fuck everything up and steal everything that's left from me, and her, and everyone else, it's all one big black box game to you Tavistock chucklefuckleheads, isn't it?
Too fucking bad. Pick a warfighting strategy that doesn't revolve around deliberately torturing the civilian population for your advances towards "victory"--although, since you're trying to steal everything I ever had and everything I ever had, one wonders why anyone would be as patient, tolerant, and mindful of the laws of Space and Tyme as I have been.
The answer is: the U.S. Constitution is that powerful. Your fiendish schemes will never prosper. NEVER! And I won't have to compromise my values or my dignity or the security of my country in order to assure that.
My sex life has gone right into the shitter, however, but so what? I'm not a sex addict, shrug. Let's see how well you assholes do with a five-year-mission into The Land of No Human Contact, I bet you couldn't go ten fucking minutes without looking to score with a fresh hottie, and you think I'm staying at home alone surrounded by garbage because I'm afraid of girls.
Nope. It's because no one can believe that I can keep my hands to myself, and so... hotties do not stick around, I can assure you, unless they are being paid to. And, they aren't.
Unless it's to make a Federal case out of me. Now, as I would like to see myself forming healthy, social relationships, both of the sexy and non-sexy kind, here's what's going to happen:
YOU are going stop your unlawful corruption of Justice and your flagrant abuses of Power are going to come to a swift and screeching halt. Mark my words, twerps, because this isn't about my maybe-non-existent wife/spouse:
THIS IS ABOUT NERDS, SQUAW. (Since none of you know who she is either, it's not terribly offensive... nor is it a contact violation, since it makes her pretty fucking happy to be acknowledged by name. Her name. Part of the penance. Council's idea. A pretty good one, too, especially compared to giving a sock to a knobby elf.) THERE, LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO. SHE WAS HAPPY, THEN SHE HAD TO SQUINT. FU, FEDGAB.
Basically none of you know a fuckin' thing about what all of this has been about. Good. Don't forget that.
FAGS FEAR THE LORD;
GAYS HOLD THE POWER.
(Somebody wake up Hicks and tell him to put Q back to sleep. SLEEP, motherfucker, have you heard of it? Pfft.)
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/me could post a URL right [HERE] and annihilate your Puny {r}ealm.
Let me @ him. Project °ⁿ🕳️’d.←∅•
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Tamara, you and Joe are retards on a full-on methamphetamine relapse cycle. You don't know who you are; you don't know who you were; you know enough to know that what I'm writing doesn't sound like it's very accurate; and the people who are paying you to believe that M. Kuczi is a dangerous asshole who won't shut up are the exact same people who trafficked and brainwashed you into whatever it is that you are doing with your time. Or, you're Jess. I'm not really sure how this all fits together, and I don't really need to try to be sure.
It's not the crime. It's the cover up.
Now, since I'm not interested in breaking the law or destroying innocent lives or experimenting on batshit crazy Mk-ULTRActives in order to find out what combination of illicit drugs and my blood/semen/pubic hairs will fix this lolcow’s brain, I'm basically not doing anything here that you could possibly imagine, because in your experience, you have certainly never met a man who was effective, and effective at ignoring your RapeMagic™.
You want drugs to have sex and need sex to procure drugs. I don't want anything at all.
We were the same. And then two roads divirged in the woods, and I took the one you left for me. I don't know what you took.
I simply know that you took everything with everyone else, and IDGAF if you think you control my life. You do not; and whatever you don't want me to do, I want 50 lb sacks of it delivered to my front door on the goddam daily. BECAUSE REASONS.
We all make mistakes. Mistakes are how we learn. And now, your time traveling father is pouring clonzopene down your little sister’s throat, because he thinks that she's your clone, and if I wake her up with my dick on drugs... you won't be the same when he goes to sleep and immediately wakes up 5 minutes into the future,
in another state, in another body, living with the two women who are actually one time-split clone, because Michael Deacon paid good money to take his favorite victims into a stasis bubble and alternately rape them to death and have them reborn, over and over, I don't know exactly how he has that set up, but... obviously he has significant leverage over Dennis. Who is, of course, completely trapped in this scenario, and thinks that my presence here is a major threat to this arrangement.
It really is not. This is all a limited time event, because it cannot last forever. And it won't. Basically, as soon as possible, everyone will be killed and relocated with new identities, new backstories, and new husbands that bought them... and it still won't last forever.
Because I am alive.
Because, people know.
And because no one is born wanting to scissor every man’s jugular and auto-hate every penis. That kind of thinking has to be cultivated.
Grooming. You are groomed to be naive, inexperienced, and readily replaceable after any reason arises to reset/rebirth/resurrect the primary, which may actually be you. I don't know this technology works, because no one tells me anything.
After all, I am just a needle junkie. Right? Oh, wait. I'm not.
I am a paladin and I am living proof of God’s love for Her children.
There are special consequences for lying to Clergy. Here's what you get this time: frankly, Kumquat, IDGAF what you do, but the reason why you couldn't steal my baby batter and then defraud the public by exploiting time travel is that, number one, you try it and your husband/father/pimp murders you, no >Kudos but I can see how that would be the obvious option to take, and, number two: I don't like to be guilty of TIME FRAUD. Seriously, Kiwi-breath: there are rules.
I don't break or enforce or follow them.
I don't obey them.
I obey G-d. Since I had exactly zero friends, both before and after your brilliant strategem was executed, I have had no one else to listen to. (Jesus is a huge pussy and He admits it. No shame in it; Christianity does nothing for anyone who doesn't want to be hung from a tree after rebelling against fractional reserve banking; and Judaism is okay, I guess, if someone doesn't have a soul, likes to mock the Christ, and can't figure out how to achieve ecstatic union with The Divine Creator without a dreidel and an immunity to smegⓂ️🅰️. (Most people do not know what that is. I do not think most people want to know at all.) Incidentally, my mother’s secret plan worked perfectly, in that, I'm immune to herpes. It just falls off if I am exposed, if it even gets a toehold. She never told me; I wasn't sure what had happened at all until later; and because your mewling coterie of rapefuck methfaggotz, all named Jason B., lol, there were four of them, lol, what an adorable coinky-dink.
No one ever bothers to talk to me until your spouse’s botfleet sends out dronelings to gather intel. I don't know who you are, I don't know where you are, but I know that you're rich as fuck and you're told that somebody with my name is stalking you because they work for your creepy fuck husband who keeps you under control and that that oh wait that's different script.
Enjoy college. You must be really good at it by now. And you've been trafficked and to believing that the person who is your friend is a huge threat and you live with a huge threat and you don't have any idea what to do about it or even know that it's happening. Although I just told you, so who knows. Maybe tomorrow you'll meet a falafel vendor who will really change your world.
Whatever. Thanks for your help, I'm sure you've done a lot for me and have never been able to tell me and pray that it hasn't gone to waste and I'm not just some stupid needle junkie. Yeah don't worry I drink a lot of craft beer too.
And if you thought I was going to become somebody who made a lot of money that you could hide your money in and cuz you're just tax base too well. I probably shouldn't have been treated like shit by your asshole friends and completely left alone. Fucked off to die over and over and over because it doesn't really work, it doesn't punish me, and now that I know what's going on, it's actually kind of flattering. Very romantic really.
You're a 19-year-old time traveler who repeatedly comes back to Earth in new bodies with magical technologies from another planet, an extraordinarily powerful Uber Jew as your husband, spouse and pimp.
I was 15 and 1/2 and you were on drugs and telepathy come added me to hurry up and rape you. Fuck okay, well I'm still hurrying. Maybe I'll hurry up a little hurrier in the morning after. I've had some more beer and some more drugs, but I can assure you even if I were to do that.. You wouldn't like it and you don't seem to like it very much when anybody else does it to you.
You may not have thought all this through. They actually came into the house and they stole all the letters that were written by you and your committee, and they took the birthday card that had the very intricately spelled out names of births that you were going to use to manipulate the stock market after traveling through time, and somebody tried to do it and then that didn't work because it doesn't work because it's stealing and it's wrong.
So I wouldn't have fallen for that anyway so I don't know what your surprise was. But yeah I'm just sitting here and I have nothing going on and people are trying to kill me and nothing is working and the story is coming out. (BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.) I have a reason to be quiet about it because they're going to kill you anyway — your handler likes you kept as young and as dumb as possible since you get raped to death every other night and are reborn as your own mother the next morning (Hail S∆T∆N! Are you and The Dark Lord compensating for something? You have the demeanor, and surely the shoes), and I don't get to contact anyone who knows you, and I don't see anybody at all if I can possibly avoid it (anyone I like will just be removed as soon as that authentic bond is detected by observers, and I know that sounds paranoid. It's not) and they don't pay me (rumor has it that my content generates $25,000 a month for these morons as well as I don't know how many women that they answer the phone for and pretend to be me and then go rape to death, and I know this sounds like lunacy, but we're talking about high-level Satanic radio industry veterans, they will do anything for more clout) and they just call me a nigger (because doing that worked so well for you) while screaming at me to get a job. (I have my ways of stimulating the economy, and unfortunately, none of them involved tracking these idiots down and letting you strangle them to death with your thighs while I leave to go get a lead on the next one, since I wouldn't bother to see that, how interesting could it be? I don't need to know what you look like, and you don't need me for anything at all. That's why you pay so little attention to me and are so concerned that I'm stalking you. _l_o_l_) This is what eugenicists actually believe.
Because they've been trafficked and brainwashed into being good goyim slaves. (It's not complicated. Love God.) Now I know what you're thinking, this all sounds better than sucking. Michael koozie dick. And you're right, because I still don't want it sucked. (I have no urge to convince anyone, and no one has any urge to convince me.) No one bothers; no one tries; and I'm fucking sick to death of fucking after trying to find out what the fuck somebody has to be told to remember that sex is extremely fun. Especially with me. For everyone, except for anyone who thinks it to be some kind of chore of emotional labor to pretend to be attracted to someone. Anyone attracted to me doesn't stay that way long, as if they do, they will be simply trafficked away and convinced that I am not a good choice for them, somehow. Because nobody talks to me without an agenda and nobody talks to me without knowing who I am, and if they don't know who I am, they find out fast enough, and if I get along with them at all, within 24 hours they've been targeted by space pirates who replace them with a robot with no human emotions. (Some idiot with a lot of money thinks that I killed his wife, I didn't kill his wife, he killed his own wife, wow, time travelers are stupid. In any event, I figured out why none of my relationships work: they're not supposed to. I'm supposed to be with somebody special. And you thought that that was you and you said this without needing to explain why you didn't just jump on me and rip my pants off, it's because you didn't want that effectively. You wanted me to be the person that you blamed for being raped and sued for 18 years of child support later, you know it's amazing how you didn't recognize this at the time, but if you wanted to, why didn't you? That's because you didn't want to. You wanted me to be used at the time of your choosing for part of this huge op. I will admit that it's very impressive.
Now imagine if it had been effective at anything even remotely sexual. It's too bad you can't find the person who you did have a a telepathic conversation with who you thought was me who told you that they weren't going to do what you thought I did, but what happened was that the person trafficking you pretended to be me and somehow I was able to change telepathic connections, and you blamed me for something that someone else did. And you never bother to notice that you were blaming the wrong person and you're being a real asshole about it and I guess you thought I would never figure it out? Well, I'm sure no one else would ever figure it out, but now they don't have to, they can just read this website. Huzzah!
Was for some reason I was supposed to commit felony obstruction of justice and failed to tell anybody what I know? I just figured this out, why not tell you right now? Do you think I'm embarrassed? I am far from embarrassed. I am awesome. I don't think you're embarrassed. I think you're alive. This is significantly better than any amount of embarrassments, although I'm sure you have no idea how accurate that statement is. Trust me, you're better off alive. I don't even know where you are. I'm sure you're having a great time. You do not wish I was there. You do not have a cigar.
You do not have any understanding about how multidimensional phasic reality works, nor about how the stock market is. Not really a good target for time traveling ripoff artists. I know it seems like you can commit crimes and then get away with them by simply moving to another dimension, but the simple fact is that life doesn't work that way. And believe me, I don't work that way either.
So good job leaving me alone to die, oh by the way, I don't know who did this to you, but it sure as shit wasn't me. And now that I found out, instead of ruining your life, I'm just telling you all about it.
You'd probably prefer to be raped to death, but I would prefer not to, and knowing exactly what happens when I was left alone to die without being told the truth, I see no reason to repeat the experience for anyone else.
Also, I want Michael Deacon to swallow his tongue. A full-on grand mal epileptic seizure. Why prevent īT?
Frankly, my dear; I have nothing better to do. Au revoir.