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AzzGab => Opinion => Topic started by: AZZERAE on November 28, 2022, 01:15:41 PM
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from: Jackstar <michaelkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Nov 26, 2022, 7:46 AM
by the way you treated me like shit, that's why I'm gone, and your implications I don't deserve what I have are very misplaced.
I don't give a shit what you think anybody deserves, least of all me. you had 10 years to tell me some obvious fucking truth, and you didn't breathe the fucking word. you don't even deserve this message, but those who will come after me deserve to know the truth—if I had known what you loathsome swindlers actually did with your time I never would have given you the time of day and you never would have known me, EVER. thieves and reprobates scum like yourself are the lowest rung on the ladder of society you are parasites; you contribute nothing; and I don't know how you were convinced that I'd be a good person to steal from or that you weren't really stealing your liberating or that I didn't deserve anything, but you didn't do your due diligence.
I deserve your entire world, douchebag, and you can fucking keep it.
go fuck yourself with a rusty truncheon and get hit by a train for all I give a shit, goodbye.
listening to you lie about me is the most disgusting thing I've ever heard in my life and I hope you and Allison rape each other to death and get syphilis on the way. that you would betray and reward a friendship such as ours with your behavior is BEYOND pathetic... and frankly I don't think you even are the same person anymore, the software is pretty good but you look obviously different, and too fucking bad if you don't like what I posted. AND TOO FUCKING BAD YOU "CAN'T" SHARE KNOWLEDGE OF HOW THE SOFTWARE WORKS WITH ME AND HELP ME LEARN HOW TO USE MYSELF, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK I FUCKING POINT IT OUT TO YOU AND YOU ACTED LIKE I SHOULDN'T TALK ABOUT IT LIKE THERE WAS SOMETHING FOR ME TO FUCKING GAIN AND YOU TO LOSE FOR ME TO FUCKING USE THE SAME KIND OF GOD DAMN TRICK SOFTWARE THAT YOUR "GIRLFRIEND" USES, YEAH CUZ SHE'S THE DEFENDER OF THE FREE WORLD. FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER YOU'VE BEEN USING IT THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SHIT ABOUT IT AND I HOPE YOU ROT IN FUCKING HELL. I DON'T CARE FOR PEOPLE WHO SHARE THE TECHNOLOGY WITH OTHER PEOPLE AND NOT WITH ME
maybe you shouldn't have lied to me and come to my house while I was in jail and laughed at me. Who's laughing Now?
here's a hint: me. also I doubt you know anything about my girlfriend, and if you do know this—she could probably kill you with one arm, and I pray to God, I hope she does. I'm sure you would find the experience slimming.
maybe you should go steal someone else's tipi, or wigwam, or one of Allison's houses in Texas. Frankly I don't give a shit what you do, that's your jurisdiction.
Ka44ir pig. you are a bully, you're a thief, you're an addict, and I told Allison this, so not surprised to come to find out you were such good friends but I didn't picture you to be so fucking stupid as to think that I was a good target for either of you.
do not ever lie to me, if you do you will find that our friendship will not only suffer: it will evaporate.
you have no power or claim over me. fuck off and take the rest of your stupid lieutenant cunts with you. get a real job, you cave-painting Neanderthal thug.
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My Gawd 😅
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My Gawd 😅
https://youtu.be/l-gpQks9MME
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Y'know what chaps my ass? You fuck with aspects of my life I hold dear. I grin and bear it. I swallow it, I take it for fucking months.
Then, one day, I decide to assert myself. Tell you how I feel. That I don't appreciate the way you show a complete lack of regard for my feelings.
I fail to see how this makes me the fucking bad guy, motherfucker. You call me a friend. You say we were never friends. Then you say whatever other outlandish shit that pops into your head. And I get called a liar.
The problem is I handled you with kid gloves for too long. Tell me, why is it that the guy who supposedly RAPED YOUR GIRLFRIEND gets to goof off on the phone with you, unchecked, while I get called the "lowest form of scum" on the planet?!
None of this makes me a liar, dude. It makes you a disingenuous, cowardly pushover in the presence of the man who wronged you. And a bully toward one of the only people that ever gave a shit about you in the BellGab universe.
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YOU CAN KEEP CALLING ME A LIAR, BUT ARE YOU AWARE WHAT YOU ARE KIDDING AROUND ON THE PHONE ABOUT, THE WAY SPACE MEOW MAID WAS VIOLATED IS SOUNDING LIKE MORE & MORE OF A LIE EVERY DAY?
WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PERSON FINDS JOKING ABOUT HIS EX BEING BRAINWASHED & RAPED ON THE PHONE WITH HER RAPIST A GOOD OLD TIME?
WAS THE WHOLE THING ONE BIG, SICK PSYOP? YOU PEOPLE ARE VILE. SERIOUSLY.
I THOUGHT THIS SHIT WAS BAD, BUT NOT THIS BAD. THIS IS NEXT LEVEL FUCKED. GOD HELP YOU!
https://youtu.be/my78A16zqx4
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I honestly thought you were just a kooky, eccentric, fun guy. Not an IRL asshole. Not even your neighbour wants anything to do with you!
SHANE: "Are you off your meds?"
BUSTED.
https://youtu.be/DgHFQ7odlpI
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You can't even control yourself in the context of a basic business transaction (https://youtube.com/shorts/hoBNMpvkau4?feature=share).
Even the guy who fixed your truck has been verbally abused by you!
You're, like, incapable of wiping your own ass.
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from: Jackstar <michaelkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Nov 12, 2022, 00:55 AM
subject: No proofread full, no resemblance actual, no loss of fidelity... FAKE BURST
Hi hello
It's a full final study. You do more of this stuff but it seems kind of nonproductive, and the reason for that is the salad dressing word is utterly meaningless, in the face of false reality accusations when denials are greeted with rejections of the dials and the listeners demanded to accept completely false premise made up at a whole cloth that what was just said doesn't matter in denigrator.
It's the purpose to what you're doing is to shut down anything that's not yours and then flip it and bring it back with your sheen on it. It's well and good until the discretion was for me and it was foul.
I have more clout here than you'll ever know what to do with. Thanks. Everything happens for a reason, break my wife a little closet door into a little piece of a brick wall & just slam it.
The ivy is not the big a deal but I don't care for it on my teeth, I didn't care for the peer pressure. Goodbye.
I know it's like I'm doing it too much—I only have maybe eleven days left this time of life, and I truly don't have much length of time of experience being like this at all. A year and a half total,over 27 years? Something minor. Thus have no tolerance, why after 3 years of assuming Allison wasn't being completely ridiculous and she asked me for some compelling way, I assumed that she could be the entire time, as I am that pretty too waste an entire family of cops on watching me do nothing at all, basically, she asked for help with some kind of problem she had and I said well go go talk to a doctor and she's like then a month later she comes back and she has the same question I said oh well what the doctor say and then he was some b******* story and then I asked why she didn't go to or whatever and then she said it was complicated and I couldn't tell just how b******* it was I figured I would just run with it and see what would happen if I believed everything she said was true in some universe.
So it was weird a few days ago or no really today All of a sudden everybody acted like they were robots that turned and pivoted and in a slick of switch they were all cops the entire time, as if that could be true, I think they could have been more polite and less flagrantly incompetent, but that's not the point.
I'm not sure how the universe is put together but there's clearly a way of things lining up in one direction or another and I would certainly prefer to be in the universe where she was and you weren't and she'd certainly didn't like you and knew about your story which would fit those facts and then I wouldn't have to ever think of her in any way like I used to ever get and realize that I was very happy to have waited to get her out of the way before telling you how I've literally always felt if that was a case and then it would certainly explain why she wasn't talking to anything.
Why everyone just vanished and left me alone for a really long time, I mean that would sort of make sense except for the part where this kind of behavior is flagrantly illegal, whereas I was trying to obey the law, just like I am with you, and that I've realized that I've always loved you very much and if you were not lying to me, and you weren't cop, that would make sense too as you never seem very coppy... In any event that wouldn't change about you you were here now you're still just nicer than she ever was and then I don't really want to date a cop or live with a cop and marry one for the rest of my life unless there's nothing left but in any case I would still be much more interested in you even if you were and she wasn't largely because you're more real since you certainly lasted longer and then she didn't really act like she had her respect for you and then she didn't really respect me although she had various ways of looking throughout the time.
Basically what I mean to say is it if it's ridiculous aspect is what the narrative is going to be I'm not not so worried because I thought that could be a possibility and then I didn't actually do anything so they have to make up a whole bunch of fake stuff that would stick and that probably wouldn't work out either...
Essentially the storyboarded out version is like this, no matter what it's time for a celebration because if her family is like this then they've got to have some sort of reason for being so standoffish and hateful possibly because they think I'm a terrible awful hateful Hungarian person because I kind of sort of am except for the hate I'm not full of hate I'm full of absolute mad passionate love for actual authentic beautiful loving women you first yeah the first cuz if one before you she was probably a cop and she was on things and didn't even mention and shared and she tried to manipulate me and then she broke my heart etc etc and then with you it was totally different, you broke my heart's hurt her or I don't know exactly, however had you told me what was going on I would have been happy to have for sworn all illegal activities for as long as we were both happy with each other because I was into you immediately and I'm suddenly into you way more than ever now. Although into you maybe not right as Bill in the general I'm absorbed by your idea and then I would have been before but I was afraid you were being hurt by the insulting woman on the phone who said she wasn't whatever but anyway she had no right to be whatever she was doing and a healthy gentle fear and respect for the revolution here is reasonable I think but if she really was then I assume at some point the judge will recommend that I stop with the f*** I'm doing which would be easy to do since I haven't been doing it my whole life and I would be motivated to be more responsible so that I could not make you nervous, cuz I can tell it happens, I don't know what kind of response you have but I know there is one and I don't mean to be rude or implied but I don't mean to cause you any trouble at all especially since I'm careful I'm not a cop and it wouldn't matter either way For you would be a bit of a different risk entirely since I known you so long and nobody's going to put you and I on the slammer for doing anything like this because we don't belong there and had I known she was a cop I wouldn't have done anything and I don't think s*** that she was but let's say I got fooled that would make it even more politically likely that I'd be very happy to hang out with you forever just as a adjunct.
Now I know this is alarmingly long, part of that is cuz I'm showing off for court since I'm under surveillance I expect them to look at this and say oh well that explains this because it certainly does I mean if she would swap places and then she was trying to track down the secret plan and then she figured that you and I had a secret connection that she couldn't find she'd be right because the truth is I was just waiting for you to tell me that you actually had a real feelings for me cuz I couldn't tell who was a cop and who wasn't really technically aren't we all circles of pussies no or not?
There was no way I could let my feels go this far until now because whatever we were and are, it is mesmerizing, and everyone around her was blasted, and like I want to do a 24/7 365 lifestyle unless it's something really good with a person that you likes it as much as I do and ask for it without making me feel like I'm not good enough because I'm quite encouraged when I'm encouraged well so I don't remember anymore what it was like when it was good but would start It was a long It was like 5 years and then I didn't think of you often but I didn't think of you not at all and I didn't try to imagine what would you like to switch because I didn't think I needed to until you mentioned to me that you liked it when I maneuvered you and penetrated you and didn't quite maybe get all the consents you need in the modern day but I mean you had your own 70 mi so you clearly wanted something and if you wanted a prelude to a rape confection that would have been not quite the way to do it since I was kind of skeptical about the validity since most people don't necessarily like me right away and then you felt like you were had a magnet on you... And then you were reasonably responsive and you came by and then I've never had anything like it or since, I love that recent time, it was kind of life-altering.
In any event, I bet you have a struggle, all let it go, I'm having a struggle. I know the trap, but I do have some excellent escape plans, and I simply have no trouble with the idea of not sweating it ever again if need be, because I'm better than the outlawed maximum juice anyway; and there's plenty of other things besides that that is what I thought was before this year and I don't mind whatever kind of restrictions you have provided it works for you that we explore carnal space as much as feasible since I may you know go to prison I suppose in 2 weeks, I can understand your reluctance, to admit because I don't want that actually You're not supposed to admit anything, you don't have to I remember what you said, and then I thought like that with you this way and I wrote down a bunch of snarky stuff that wasn't meant to make you upset but probably did cuz I have that way of doing that, because I've been very frustrated ever since you acted like a rookie entrapment cadet or I don't know how, but I was of two minds because yeah I did really like that and then no I didn't actually rape I just seduced you really well and I guess that was an implication that It was something that would not pass by me easily,
And so the reality is now that I've recognized this I don't know if you've considered the possibility that I might be right, and you did ask for something and now it's not really on offer anyway because I don't know what your status is and then I don't think you need it necessarily You're certainly not going to use any needles with me because I don't like them and that be a waste and then this is getting way off topic and focus, I mean do you have anyone else that your lying about like are you another Allison or are you really is alone for years like you said and then... Whatever the reality is, I don't mean to pressure you at all, but I am pressured, I don't believe that the universe works in such a way that I feel drawn to a deadly trap every time about to die but if I am I would die happily with you given that you're the closest to a perfect friend I know of and you always were except for the part where you didn't want to open your mouth and scream my name while orgasming to be something you said out loud, in any event whatever that's going on with this thing the surveillance will notice that things are between us or what they are and then obviously I'd rather be with you than her if there's any lying about her actual character and even if there is some sort of problem with you I would rather deal with that problem than the ones that come with her given that I don't feel very respected at all and I don't feel cherished I don't feel loved I used to and then I still do with you but you'd see nervous cuz apparently you don't think that I have the ability to control myself.
Except I do.
I can teach you control but I can't teach you showing off, I do want to show off though because my belly is fixed and there's no one else at all like you and I don't know why I didn't wake up earlier except the price of something to do with you being afraid of me for reasons that I can understand easily and then Allison's a total b**** and then I don't care anymore what truth is, can I come to your house I don't even know what I want besides to talk to you about something important, which is to say not when you're going to do the thing you mentioned which I didn't really buy I don't even know if I have what you said for and like I said I'm not going to shoot you up cuz I don't care for that at all, it's not something I'm real fond over there a side effects and it can have a dramatic problem and then so can turning me off and running and hiding in a way that I haven't and will ever forget, I told her that the second person to see my belly flap scar would be a person I wouldn't necessarily have to jump on and have sex with that she still seems so reluctant with anybody seeing my stomach besides her like I could give a f*** at this point whatever she thought at any point, but why she spoke about that part of my body that way was nonsensical because I guess she could have been anything, but I've never looked harder at how my heart yearns to know yours,
And it's always like this, you must never get it, I always knew that I would fix myself, and it would be different. Now, it is. Everything was different, nothing bad, except being under watch, but I'm thinking I'm leaving.
It's a risk and you're killing me here. I don't have maximal resources. I don't mind that because this now is all there is. I didn't understand you were telling me to hurry and pursue you by not doing anything at all until this week to be fair I don't even know if that's an incorrect accurate interpretation and it's entirely plausible that you work together the whole time All that doesn't affect my order which was there before her and honestly it's either there or it's not maybe you and she pass it back and forth but in either case it's town fall time here I think it's only an hour away if we need halfway and if we just take the same exit I'll be able to actually look at you, or a video call but to get serious, hot and cold with me and you seems kind of puzzling, given that you drove for my house from there even though it wasn't the right time but you wanted to be there anyway and I was really frustrated because yeah when I really want things you were able to push me away and then when you needed it you were like oh okay but it was never that I didn't want you it was that my nose didn't work and you were a brat.
I like the idea of coming to your house and then finding a arm guard with a blood test kit, because you're like that but I don't really think so since this was your idea and I wouldn't have had to show off at all for you and not for her but she suggested it too After 3 years I figured that she must have had some good reason that wasn't just she was going to set me up because she brought up that's not anything but entrapment, and I suppose her word against mine but that's hardly the point she's a psycho with a problem and I'm someone with a curing love that I've held for you long before I ever knew her.
I really haven't pushed the issue largely cuz I didn't understand what I had done wrong with you, but if it's been a drug user and not known you were a cop well that's fine, given that I guess somebody kidnapped you and shot you up and hurt you real bad well I can help you with that too and I don't know why she screened at me and you did nothing and that was thought to send me your way, because it didn't get me there quickly.
Also you weren't nice to me when you're hurrying to get there and demanding to be with me You were insistent as if you're in charge maybe you were possessed by the soul of a cop well this is a non-productive way to think about it, because the reality is that you're either teasing me in about to realize that it doesn't work that way now or you don't mind the way it works with us, which I don't anymore I don't think that anything would be nicer than you or an entirely new person that you know I'm not going to hang out forever and I do you know probably have a chance to go to prison hun 12 days from now, I don't think it's actual prison and you probably could visit me and literally there's no way I would ever not want you again and that seems a reasonable thing since she left to go do whatever and thought I was going to just do whatever with you and I'm not doing whatever I'm doing something careful cuz I actually like you a lot and I know I love you and I know I really enjoyed every kind of attempt at being with you except for the ones where it was just seemingly hopeless because of the air and I guess probably had it You got it You had a memory of doing other stuff but that wasn't there and I didn't have air so it was kind of awkward I don't think I can't I don't have any possible way of resisting you right now, but don't want to alarm you or you don't make you relapse cough, we could do something else if you feel like you like that kind of thing, but I have been yearning for long enough that I'm kind of frightened that it was ever real which is a scary hallucination.
Because I know it was real, and then I guess if you don't say anything yes then just driving to your house and knocking out the door is like home rape, so just not, not Ray brave, not rape, Catalina you're totally silly Kathleen that's better I like that name well you know if you don't want to indicate anything and written and just show up there and if you promise it you won't have your dad shoot me or if you're not going to be mad at me or something for some long ago thing I did which I'm sure it was terrible I'm sure I did lots of things terrible, I know you did too with other people...
Where you like working a steak out? I may not have been doing this correctly, but I am down at all; and I'm clearing what the law is so I'm not scared You asked me you told me I said let's be friends and the reason why is because I didn't think we'd be good because my nose but I didn't know what it was I just thought I was not doing things right and I wasn't and you're crying I was cute I liked it when you're crying cuz it sounded like he really sad that I was going to say no you were pretending an acting but it didn't matter so much I didn't want you to cry because you're in pain I wanted you to cry cuz he wanted to do it again with me in a way that I wanted to believe and know is real.
That's why this feels pretty pretty accurate since you're not close but if you are reading this while I was writing it it should be working, and I would have sent this much sooner but considering I didn't know what the f*** was going on and I didn't want to dishonor anybody and it probably would have been bad if we have been both doing that on both places at the same time I would have held yucky I should have come back and like I don't know what the f*** and I didn't want that.
Whatever it is that you want right now plus what you always wanted when you couldn't have me when you decided to drive all that way anyway claiming that you wanted me well hopefully you were looking for the next f****** chem lab cuz I've never done that I'm such a boring person no particular stronger crime other than what you imagine that I did to you, which wasn't even against the law, I don't believe, and you would have to have said you didn't want to but it was 70 miles you drove when I look I want to and I don't know if my car will make it, but I'm not intoxicated or blasted, so I'm probably going to do it.
I won't supply you or sell to you or do negotiations or anything at all, because you're not in that position and then I don't know what you are but you don't need that with me at all yet since I don't know what it's like to anything with you for real That was forest and in a hurry and when I write these words down if it's not apparent to you that they're real, well, I'm sorry to say that I'm confused to proceed.
Do I got to wash out 90 days? Are you scary? Have you had a conical visit? Conjugal. This is ridiculous.
There wasn't this fear until you started acting like I was dangerous to you, which is neat because I know I'm not I don't know who you read into hurt you like that but I don't know why I would want to hurt you like that because I'm not mad at you at all, and if I was going to curse you I probably wouldn't get you riled up that would be like extra illegal and I don't want illegal I don't care for breaking the law and it's not necessary and there's plenty of other things that we could do besides complex amphetamines there's regular ones and they're not unlawful the same way and then I don't know what's your special circumstance but it's definitely a special occasion since this is email and these aren't not those messages that were meant to get somebody's attention because it was pretty obvious that we didn't have a thing going then and we don't have one going now right now either, but at one point you indicated you like to and now I'm available for that right f****** now.
Which is nice.
But if you're not interested for reality then I suppose whenever what's your nuts gets back in my life she'll look at my phone or right now and say oh well he sent this and she did nothing He's not really interested because if I'm writing into a blank wall I'm not really interested, and I don't think other people exist besides you right now.
I don't know how it works and I don't care but I'm not afraid of the way I was before and I didn't need drugs I needed oxygen I need to know you cared and now I do know because you're afraid I'm going to harm you in some way that I wouldn't have even then so, pretty please with sugar on top please understand that I don't have to be very work for rude and you know and I don't want to imply that I got a got a consist on you made a promise to me and do it now because you didn't but I've always felt this way about you except I didn't know how to express it and now I do make sure that you're home and relatively amenable and then come be as close as possible for you as long as I can, I like everything about you All the things that scared me for much less than anyone before are now like gone it's been a long time she might have been a cop the whole time and she might have hated you she might have been a corrupt cop and she might have been the one who sold the guy who kidnapped you she might be person you busted on your first I don't know but she's not here and you're not here and I don't need to see her anytime soon she's busy and there's a law and
I know you were hurt, and so were I, so that's why I don't want to hurt you again the way you were hurt before and hopefully you don't want to hurt me at all because you hurt me before, I don't know why or how probably some kind of enforcement tradition that doesn't quite apply cuz I'm not asking you to let me bring you a mouth cuz I don't have any to put in it and I wouldn't It's not time for us to do anything besides talking I don't know it, the point of which to not go too far but since you gave someone who is spying on us a massive coronary attack and a food fight for me with a knife by maybe replying once in awhile and then now she's gone and then it's the only time I've ever had in my life that is completely irreplaceable and now guilt-free so if you're saying that it's going to be easy for me to say in the future oh well this was just a mirage but I don't think it was You know if you feel that way you can let me know but then that would really explain a lot of things.
Really only one thing explains the way I feel about you: It's magical It's always been there I feel that you have a draw to me and I felt it far away and close up and then mine is what I feel now and it's not fake or dangerous or something you haven't seen before, it's just I know how to use it properly.
And since I'm writing to a judge as well as you or a prosecutor or I don't know how this works but somebody's going to pay attention to the fact that something's different and then you're this and then that and I haven't written like this to you before ever we haven't had real colonel knowledge of each other in years if we ever did in fact at all I can breathe through my nose I can go either way like I'll probably get there and you can have your own You could you could have your own and leave me with none I guess You could do anything you like and I would be negotiable unlike times when I said I would love to but can't right now and then you came anyway and I had to send you away not because I didn't want you because I can't bear the disobedience like now when I would like you to obey, then it would seem odd that you cannot or do not and this seems like a lot of our time, which is kind of nice though because I can actually engage it in back and forth rhythm. Detachment is key.
I don't even know what you've been doing or who you been doing and when I ask about your test panel you say nothing at all and she got all pissed off about when I asked so that's interesting right there and that apparently you've got monkey pox on your legbecause I got it there in one place only and it was the next day after I saw you which was not terrible and not anything I regret and I'm going to regratify how it's funny I spelled that wrong!
And I was asking wrong I'm sorry, I'm supposed to go to your house and say hi to your dad. Kathleen; I'm happy either way.
I swear you don't seem happy. And you didn't seem happy when house and caused your problems cuz you called and I answered and you said f*** you out and then hung up just because I was glad that you heard that you were unhappy I didn't know why you're happy and I don't care to know why you're happy to know anything at all unless it's about something supposedly is real...
Until you're away. Maybe they whisk you away in a magicJet, makes no sense, because you were sad and you would ruin your whole life and you cried and you asked me if we could have sex and they said no we should be friends and you said boohoo okay well apparently that's when something bad happened and they never told me what and then somebody new and then I wondered the whole time and then it might be something that would be nice for me to know so at the minimum I need to know that as soon as possible because I'm starting to really focus in on what's happening here, which is I feeling like I've been played manipulated a lot by other people and then this is the latest from you which is a little bit more serious since you did say well if you let me breathe and then your breath and I've got this prescription meds quite helpful and then I don't Don't know why you're giving me grief, because I don't like it very much but it does feel like something I can get past, but I want to let you know cuz it's going to be an irrevocable decision that might mess my whole time up because my car is f***** up, and the truck he didn't even likes gone and then you got a car that had silly problems with it and it kind of sounds like an excuse me game.
This is a delight for me because I know I'm not doing anything wrong, I'm just blocked, from you, and It makes some sense why since I'm being challenging today, but I don't think it was really long text that messed up your day I think it was somebody abusing you and doing things that were really bad for you and I'm not talking about doing that at all, and you sound good!
I am good!
And I need to know if this is too much of what you asked for for me to bring your life because if so I'll be good to know maybe I'll get some Ambien instead and then not listen to any of your suggestions ever which would be lame because I don't remember treating you about you anytime lately soon but I do remember feeling great satisfaction and happiness like the kind of lower turns out I don't go to prison I've done anything illegal or unlevel or unlawful and if I have well great they can tell me and then I can feel you in my mind which is not unheard of but it's not so real that I can guarantee that I want to not call you.
It is a little repetitive today but you'll note that it's not your SMS and then it's more than your accustomed to and then that's great because I don't get a chance like this often or ever nothing else, there is nothing else there's only the idea that whatever reason it was coming to be well today is what we got tomorrow I'll be sad and cranky and then right now I'm sad and cranky and then I'm okay if you were not supposed to collaborate with your business partner or something, that would be disappointing, but it would be cool to get me off the supposed charge if there was proof that you and her made up a arrangement that made it all not hang together because she shouldn't have been doing what she did anyway, and I think you should have been doing what you mentioned with me long before instead of getting abducted.
Think about this right before her I thought of you and then before that you asked me and I wanted to but couldn't because I don't know what you need to say but it would have been had been something like please God do it now Come here now well I don't know what but I do know encouragement It's really useful after I've been shut down, and then after she shut me down like nearly a year I've finally noticed there's something about you stirring that is plausible.
I literally want to find a dentist office that we both like because I don't know how you go to the dentist but obviously I have to and I need help with my life and if for you with me I probably wouldn't need very many friends forever other than special circumstances like twister or Parcheesi no not twister I could play with you alone but I don't think most people I would like would be like you or I want to be with you all the time but largely cuz I haven't been with anyone for f****** months, so leaving me alone even further, I don't know just didn't feel very encouraging.
And if this much text written in conversational English a little roundabout but it's obviously coherent I wrote some terrible ones before I'm trying to make sure that there's enough data for the survey pod to take the conclusion they want to take out of it which is wow maybe we shouldn't have left this kid alone for 11 months cuz before then you wouldn't do anything and then after that time when she completely set him up and did a bunch of b******* and turned out to be doing a bunch of things behind his back that weren't appropriate well it seems that he got there he got the wrong message that said that's not for anyone but them like I don't see that you aren't for anyone but me unless you've been mistaken about telling me the truth.
I spent 3 years and I didn't ask for any stimulants I don't know what she was doing but I didn't want to get involved because what I was going on oh she's in offer me any and then I didn't want to go there because I didn't need to and then I like that fine and then I don't need anything with you besides some minor consent to arrange discussions with thinking about...
Something you asked me and have acted honestly interested in me for, and to play with your own heart is just creepy. I was impressed you brought up the truth at all, but more impressed that you seem to think that it was something that would inspire me to get it for you but not really I mean you can get it I suppose but I don't know and then I don't know what you can do but you could have mentioned it before 20 years or something and then we'll you know maybe but first how about everything else that we talked about?
Because either it was a mirage that Allison played off against me or you got a situation where you really excited by the idea of not doing direct attention at me and coming to your email and finding all this and then feeling adequately appreciated, I would say that this is about the halfway point of the adequate limit for a day like today where I haven't talked to you in years like this if not ever and I'm really trying to convey quickly the enormity of the significance of the moment.
I mean if you don't want to it's probably a reason and if you do want to be don't want to say there's a reason and if you do want to and you do say it's in a reply to something or you could call me or are you in trouble or people wording you away from me well I actually have a plan for that I don't think I'm actually high like you think and then I don't think that it should f****** matter cuz I'm not going to do what you said yes and then we need to discuss what it is you're working with and then that would be nice if you would be the person you could be with me and it would be wonderful to be nice with you more often which is why I would go to the dentist in your case but I haven't because I have been annihilated with on we buy a lying team of I don't know what, no the words you get messed up, yeah it gets a little silly, It's a little bit tired, and I find it hard to imagine you not doing what you want to charge You're an ambition—fueled venture... Until you're not, Kathleen, and if this is really how it is because of what you asked for well obviously this isn't for you or else I shouldn't show off and if somebody has a problem with my showing off you should see what they do when I do finish that we can both appreciate because I like to be comfortable and when I'm comfortable I can say noise without feeling guilty and I'm apparently the most guilty man alive.
I mean I know I might be overreacting, but it's kind of okay and I want to point out that I'm going to be devastated and crushed if it turns out that you're not even real everywhere, as if the last time I was fake except I remember the times it weren't and there's oxygen and then there's new technologies and then there's the belief that you still want to have to read this and then think about it and then consent to it but this is what is on your mind entirely so I guess I have to tell your dad and then drive there and then clam her into I don't know what kind of thing because that's easy for you I don't think at the moment but these are the kind of things that come with something that is reliable and repeatable and something the judge in the case that they made up looks at, because I've had ample time to do this kind of activity with you You didn't ask I don't usually know where to get anything good enough and don't know what to give you anyway Don't really want to risk things since you obviously got messed up and not really quite buying that you're not capable of being more accepting, since I haven't made you black and blue and I didn't knock you up pregnant and abandon you, and I didn't lie to you about Allison.
And I'm not lying to you about what you asked for I didn't think that you were necessarily serious but you asked for hot dogs and cake and then well you didn't really order them which seems okay but you didn't seem impressed that I found him and then I don't know what you seem impressed by yeah I guess maybe because you were impressed by somebody on something that I didn't have or something someone said to you about me has left a strong harsh aftertaste?
I think she's just jelly. And I wonder how you it is you take such chances with anyone except thyself and myself and f*** I guess somebody must have told you that I did something and you don't like it and you feel good about mastering me with not doing anything, that happens, especially with the woman from high school who planned on getting my baby sperm on the first time she has sex with me and then breaking up with me the next day and then going up with some guy that she'd been already having sex with but with me she says she was a virgin and then her plan was to have two babies and then sue us both 18 years later and then her friends bought me a pretend play date and I think the plan was to see if I could be loyal to something or other or what I would do and then knowing that I wouldn't get anything besides once maybe and as it dawned on me oh yeah she wants the baby's room she wants my baby's room and then she didn't really want to talk about how we're going to do it as a personal team she had somebody hired and then when I decided to two consenting I wasn't told that's why she broke up with me she just dumped my ass flat and never told me why, so I figured it was something like that or something else and she was too much of a person to actually tell me and she thought it was better just ruined my entire way of being...
And she did, I never heard an answer from her about why she did that, plan to break my heart on our birthday I was crying on her bed her birthday December 19th years later I said why did you dump me she said You dump me and I said what the f*** I remember your birthday on my bed on your bed and then she said I dumped her because she was gay and I didn't cuz I love the shoes gay and at that point I knew that it was all true she just wanted one hump and she thought she was doing me a favor.
But I knew I'd rather be her last than her first. And honestly rather none at all for somebody you would time out a broken heart on a birthday to crush my heart without telling you why she would never answer the questions and then she went on and behaved real strangely and supposedly oh so there is love there, but it's love to see me miserable as far as I know I don't know what the love is to see me happy anything to do with semen but I never happened in your case...
Oh I'm sure she would have done mess with you, since she told her everybody that she was a total lesbian or wanted to and then she said that she was dumped by me cuz she didn't want to have sex with guys or that she had gay people and then I didn't have sex with... That's what this way means, this patterns repeated many times before, and until I remembered and told her that if she really wanted a baby with me that she could have just f****** asked me and I probably would have done it or probably would have been happy to be her beard but then she didn't want to ask me but she didn't mind asking her gang of harpy feathers with beards to go get me a sex worker and then test me out that way I'm you know kind of wondering what the actual situation was because I didn't care for somebody who had her friends make fun of me and reviled me behind her back in ways I'd never seen and then supposedly she was being supported but it's hard to imagine she was that silly or that dumb or that lacking and interest of willingness to share to be on speed the whole time and not telling but there's a lot of parallels here and I would still prefer to be with you in some way always rather than her since she's had her chance and she said she's busy and then I'm sure she's busy I'm busy too.
Waiting for her and Allison to depose themselves cuz they're probably going to testify against me at the trial about the assault for not domestic violence which means none of these women were domestic I just imagine they were and this is my nightmare of life.
Don't know which is real. Both of you ask me to get you something that you could get but I'm supposedly not supposed to get but guess what I totally can and these like these and then it's totally terrible then although when you do with other guys it's awesome, this is three people in my life and you are the one who still lights up my life when you're not being darky like dark star night.
I never found anybody I like to be with more than you ever well I would have liked to have been with you and it wasn't good so I didn't like to be with you but I would have liked to keep liking and when there was fun we had fun and I guess it's fun for you to come on down once and then leave me alone and probably you were aware of Christmas Eve because it doesn't make sense that you would ever be anything but what you are...
Reclined before a hidden camera, telepathy in my head asking me now out, acting as though the chores on pleasant well it kind of is because you're doing it wrong and then I would like to work on that because you asked and now it's not something I'm working on.
Something that's boring on on, so even if the judge sends me to the can for whatever he's going to realize that it's oh she this is the way she and you and the other one that I'm describing the other one and a beautiful woman nude apparently just couldn't bear the idea that somebody didn't like the idea of getting not consulted, and then after that I couldn't bear tell him the world about how happened happened to me but I resolve to not spread the story of what she had tried to do and what I didn't exchange, I mean I could have done another bunch of actions but I don't really regret what I did you because I became talented and skilled and confident and stuff in ways I wouldn't have done until later because I'm the best at scaring people who think that they didn't need me until they do and then they see me being the same way I guess I think it's probably like a ghost-like response they're scared for this it's not working right so it's not going to work ever and then I'm not like that I can't bear the idea that I might be mistaken... Like I'm pretty sure the judge knows that I've done the thing but then believe me there was plenty people doing the thing that weren't me before I went to party shack and for the last 11 months it's not exactly been lying on the street It's like uniformed disguise guy who are the only people who talk to me now they seem to think I'm okay, and why wouldn't I be, why and all of the world do you know, that you and I are so dangerous that we got to be so fearful?
Well you kept coming over and not wanting to actually make love you probably wanted to I don't know, do something about something you didn't want to talk about on the phone which is needed but I really just felt yanked around, and I was, and you know if you have a job or something or if this is scary, I should probably know that first, and I hope these messages are not too much like when you were demanding things from me that were scaring me mostly cuz you didn't fail to come by after making threats to find knives and guns and then still no sex was pretty terrible on top of the rapey thing, since it could have been easily an idea that you and your friends created together You already get back at me for whatever happened in high school since of course no one told her that I could never have killed that cat I couldn't have there's no way let me know where to find it and then I was in love and then I just gotten brokenhearted killed the cat wouldn't help and then I kind of wanted to have times with other women but I didn't want to embarrass her as much as I would if I told them how she had done me wrong, and then it didn't quite know yet that she had her secret boy gang higher sex worker to pretend to like me but she didn't pretend she you know how she liked me like and then whatever the deal was it seems like she could have told me instead of crushing my heart on purpose and denying the reason why I couldn't believe that she'd be that cruel that was something else or it was slow and now I should do the deliberately to make a wound so deep that even her own heart can't feel back in.
You look a lot like her, and I believe she's hanging out with Allison these days and then or did and then I don't know what she does she didn't talk to me I'm sure she feels odd about what she did but you know it's not like we discussed how that was perhaps not the best way to get over things but then we don't discuss anything at all cuz I think she's DEA and I think you're a CI and I know Allison is a jester slave so that would be a good travert to be around with, especially if all three of you really likes torturing me.
This would be a classic case of murderous entrapment so probably not great if that's the case but I mean I guess you know they have to throw the case away but that's not how it works I mean they can trap but it's not going to work so well and then it depends on what I'm supposed to do.
If it's dance and suffer then I do that fairly well except I don't suffer all that great, I don't know who enjoys suffering I don't hang around such people and I wouldn't want to negotiate with them, but I wouldn't want to necessarily write them either and I don't think I want to drive to your house and convince your father to let me rape you, although I suppose he's heard.
All of this is true but it's not why I yearn for you. It's why I believe there's relevant you I know there is here I did before That's what bothered me when she yelled at me about you she implied that I wouldn't tell you I was going to tell her and then... I can imagine that this is a great way to spend a lifetime for a person who didn't know that I would have given her anything You just had to ask and then her friends made fun of me and she either she didn't know or thought that was cool idea and apparently only thing I did wrong was not look at her respectfully enough cuz she didn't think that I really loved her I just wanted to mangle her thighs Now I don't want to bangle any fives that I'm not looking at or anything at all basically I miss reciprocity and belief, nice flowing energy that doesn't leave a question mark everywhere in it's wake, That certainly something what's been had, but maybe it's over.
I mean after 6 years sure that's enough torture on the guy and then pretending you don't listen to my recording or work or anything or nothing at all That sounds like a lot of fun being such a person I'm glad that I didn't ever torture anybody the way I heard stories about these three women because I would feel bad but I think that I think that this is torture for me as well given that I was a minor and I didn't know I was doing and I genuinely loved every incarnation.
So it's not really entrapment so much as shooting fish in a barrel and you know really this whole year thing where nobody steps up and I have no clue what's going on It's not the best way to fight crime and I'm not crying actually I'm just set me up get the house.
And in the process prove that I'm a wizard inventor no sorceror better What can I say I got some skills that are nice this time though the best thing going for you is how quickly I want to get out of it and how many quality words you get.
In either case this is well played, as l'll stop remembering this soon, as the judge will tell me to and won't miss it much at all other than in case you come by and then now you know what it's like when somebody writes you a bunch of letters that mean something I mean that would be terrible how dare they and then all the other guys who are excited about whatever this is I'm sure they have something equally persuasive in order to turn a girl on and then toy with her and then just say no... You got to come over and support yourself to my will, because I want control and then I'm going to put you in jail then I could be an acting actually happening and I have to respect my inner child that says I bet some of them would like to do that.
I wouldn't appreciate it, and I have had before.
Of relevance is that the girl who took me to the prom instead of the girl I lived in high school was this secret lesbian partner here is that she thought I didn't know about and then of course any other friends and of course she's into girls Of course they are into each other so she did this other thing and treat me like garbage and then someone who else I would have liked but picked the other one instead she she wanted kids and she never could figure out the oxygen thing so we couldn't gosh couldn't turn me on with the blue torch and so rather than try and fail to have something with her I arranged to have her pick me up some stuff and then had her bring it to my house acting like I was in a big hurry please please please and then she got there before I offered her chair I said wow watch this bang it up and then sent her on away and never got a chance to tell her that that was so that she'd spread the word about what a f***** up mess I was so that later on when people read on the web that I was a f***** off mess somebody would think wow he's been doing it that long he must be really tough well kind of yeah, but I figured it would result in doing it wrong with other people, because that's what happened to me and then I don't think it's that bad really these three lifetimes there until the very end when they come together and they're still unmoved.
But a friend of mine who looks like the three put together and then made a fourth is our daughter for another timeline so it's not like you didn't get that baby or promised and then I didn't think you should steal my sperm and then I don't know what I stole from you but it was bad enough that it's going on this long and I'm 49, it's nice that I feel good about you still.
Does seem odd transfer this experience and then give up, especially since I don't necessarily believe it's all falafel and unlawful and I don't know where you're breaking the law when you did it with every other guy either with? See I don't know those things but that one was doing it for 5 years and I don't think she had special privileges that I don't have and I don't think this one here is going to be even anything that is an issue at all.
There's so many issues here, and they're not hurting me so much as showing how much you were hurt but that was before me pretty girl that I never did anything to intentionally to hurt you and I got moved next to you by somebody who killed himself when his daughter died, I forget how but at some point this memory echo is probably should move on and then I am astonished... You're not a cop if you don't see what I'm writing while I'm running it and then I don't think you need a cup of cops to be copish but I mean I don't think undercover works that way exactly I mean I'm not being investigated I'm just you know kind of easy to hide bind and I'm sure I'll still love you It turns out that you've been following me through time to torture me in the big finishes to torch me like this after lying to me to put me in prison... That doesn't sound like anything I'm meant to do for you so I think it's an imaginary story about the worst awful person in the world who couldn't handle how rude I was after somebody mangled my heart for reasons of pride and then didn't remember oops after I go on this far, this might be a little too mean, and it is so I should not even written it.
You did, this time it's better than any other thing I imagine the last. I suppose this would have been good revenge if I couldn't have figured out because if I couldn't of I might have testified wrong or something give me the line of your mother to work on that and then there's actually two very complicated indeed.
I love your parade, I don't even best if I had not been deliberately tortured and then I probably would have worried about my teeth more okay not great but they're yellow and if they taste bad they won't for long cuz it's a matter of going to store and taking care of it but if I'm just going to never know anyone who cares about me ever unless I'm Dolly myself up first or need somebody standard or I'm just being asked to dance on a monkey stage, it just doesn't inspire me.
It's probably not supposed to, it's probably something to remind you that you could get a better hobby, especially one that involves being a reasonably more decent person than I can imagine any of the three new beings these people have thought of are, It's nice to have this ancillary documentation for experience that I'll never have with this happen again but I think if you did all this they get a free three-slice toaster!
But since I was just going to invent Sourcery anyway he was unlikely to be a big loss in humanity, except for theirs as they grew up very dark raven instead of as cheerful as they could have been.
I mean just look at how happy the Austrians are, and then imagine them so happy that one of their annoying neighbors flew away and dropped off a target dummy next to the skating rink at the military base where they train safest sadists in the saddest ways.
Hey are you a copper puny? Like right now do you have credentials and then did you did you show them after certain amount of time or yes no It's hard to say if this is relevant but it was this hard to go to the real mattress It could be that there's something else going on that's much more important in terms of sending a message and that was this: I'll see you the next time because I remember definitely more of you like that and then those three well you know if I don't have to see them here then I'll see them somewhere else and not see one tripartite being which I decided on so it's pretty accurate, I mean I don't know why this would be any other way except I did something that was really sad: I know what a dying girls last wish I did nothing productive with my after school activities, I a lot of people to walk on me and I felt like my fault and I left my heart in San Francisco because I hated it for its g*y, I went around the whole world my whole life and lied about how my g*y hated all g*ys and he was a g*y to be hated. Hated either, there's a Heather E., and an elder oh and they were nice but Heather E. was my 7-year-old friend who apparently thought he'd be okay to hang out with me because she had cold storage she was going to kiss me and I didn't cold or think about it.
She didn't advance and I'd say hey give me your eyeline over here hey look there's people looking us over there between the trees and she'd laugh she only to this once behind her sandbox and she was willing to give me her trees but not her shrubs but she was seven and people were daring her, and this was how I started.
And this is how I finished, he got three but three gabs, pretty sure that there's a rotation and then they are brilliant and then they don't have to be totaliz birds, That's just what they allow for themselves.
Somehow the power of Satan is compelled them to forshun the male orient. Now this isn't exactly how my life has been but it's a fairly accurate description of my experience, has anyone who would talk with Metron had decided I would not mention, just of course not mentioned to me.
I mean why tell me what's going on? That would ruin the e—thicks.
I think it's too unreasonable that this is been a theme of my life It hasn't really been very unpleasant, except for the making the sausage part, the realization that of course she doesn't want anything beside the 19yo girly-sour hourly. Unless her friends encourage her while she's not looking pretty much all the time when there's a mirror involved. And this is why Christmas happened and that was thought to me the funniest joke they can think of and laugh about Valentine's Day happy birthday and they had time for this because they could think of nothing better to do to compensate for the way I was so rich so handsome I had everything given to me and my sister was totally given a free scholarship shortly before birth.
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Errata: literally all speculation, want to bend with no news, a bend in a lone struggle, when rest upon wake I'll be in one of the places where one phase is still in a fresh phase, I don't know what we want to wish for, has a little awkward beat when any absolute leader of plausible deniability is reached, they kind of flipped with a little line running across the revision that comes after the blink, it's the same person different place you're the same person It's different facet on the dialogue multidimensional reality.
I didn't say anything like it is, but that's exactly how things are. And my life has been hell for 2-3 years now and something went wrong, I do not know to what extent I would act at their first cause, but I do know I did not approve of being demolished by demonic clowns, I like to say goodbye to her because she hurts me to stay.
Not that I would ever know, dumb busy life, stupid chores and drones, nonsensical physical urges to withstand the desire of from mouthy crying whiny boy... Oh and I got to be careful.
He's got piles of shoes next to her piles of nappies, he was a cruel man, so she loved him more to leave the others in the sharp relief of darkness pain.
This is what was picked instead of a family life. Life is a family. Here's your circus, here is your clowns, here is your rodeo, here's your charging bull, and as it goes by you go right up its ass and twist.
--You don't know the weather, John.
Best wishes & warmest regards,
MC
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from: Jackstar <michaelkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Nov 28, 2022, XX:XX
HEY THANKS FOR UNBLOCKING MY ACCOUNT. WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
IT WORKS.
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Y'know what chaps my ass? You fuck with aspects of my life I hold dear. I grin and bear it. I swallow it, I take it for fucking months.
Then, one day, I decide to assert myself. Tell you how I feel. That I don't appreciate the way you show a complete lack of regard for my feelings.
I fail to see how this makes me the fucking bad guy, motherfucker. You call me a friend. You say we were never friends. Then you say whatever other outlandish shit that pops into your head. And I get called a liar.
The problem is I handled you with kid gloves for too long. Tell me, why is it that the guy who supposedly RAPED YOUR GIRLFRIEND gets to goof off on the phone with you, unchecked, while I get called the "lowest form of scum" on the planet?!
None of this makes me a liar, dude. It makes you a disingenuous, cowardly pushover in the presence of the man who wronged you. And a bully toward one of the only people that ever gave a shit about you in the BellGab universe.
You have literally done to me... Everything you just claimed of me in the above post. You have lied about me, you have cheated me of any honest gains I might have made from my labors, you have interfered with my communications with other people, you have painted me in the worst possible light, you have reaped the gains of your mendacity, and you're still doing it. Whatever good karma you might have gotten by associating with me you have burned on I don't know what but it's nothing to do with me anymore. You have made me regret being indulgent to your childish nature. Why I even bothered, I'll be thinking about for a long time to come. And all you did was take advantage for your own puny desires.
You speak of me on your little podcast as if there's some question as to what I did that night. I was attacked by a deranged woman who had been gas lit by you and your cronies for months. Then you spend more months gas lighting us further.
Your implications about my character are revolting, and you cast them freely about as though you were any kind of authority on myself.
You don't know anything about me but I know this about you: You're willing to lie to and abuse women to get your way.
You are a child, and a spoiled rotten little brat one at that. You have made it impossible for me to associate with you whether online or offline, in public or in private. Your behavior is vile. It's hard to believe you were always this way, but then again, I never knew you either.
My friend that you've been abusing encouraged me to talk to you and now she knows what is resulted from that. I know I've satisfied my obligations.
You just go on about your business, and let me mind mine, and recognize that your use of software to spoof your identity belies your weak character, and has accomplished nothing but to drive me away.
Any friend of mine that falls for your bullshit, I'm probably better off without. You are complicit in an ongoing effort to isolate me from everyone I know, and to destroy my character and my reputation.
I doubt it'll work, And you'll be left with a lot of wasted time and a lot of people looking at you wondering why you bothered at all.
Why did you bother, Azz? It couldn't just be the money, or that you think I'm some dangerous character who needs to be taken out of society... No it's because you're jealous, you're a greedy, little sniveling worm, And it's too bad you had to ruin a good thing when you had it.
Now you have nothing. Good luck telling my friends What a terrible awful rapist pugilist I am, you moron, anybody who knows me knows I'm not anything like that. Admittedly not many people know me, but I'm capable of changing my identity, I guess, and I'm sure not many people will suspect that I'm your nemesis. Hopefully I'll forget soon. You're one of the lower points of my life, because no matter what happened to Allison... You made it worse. And you're still making it worse. You make me want to puke.
You're an envious, ill-mannered twerp who tells lie after lie, and then giggles like a toadie sent to the graveyard for more flesh to steal, and people will remember that for a long time. Now run along and talk to your friends about how terrible I am, And how wonderful a job you did, and how soon I'll be in jail and you'll get all my money- which doesn't amount to very much. Get a real job, Loser. It would be one thing to keep me away from a woman who supposedly called the police legitimately—you know she didn't—but you've taken it to a whole other level, you've gone way beyond that. You obviously relish in beating up on people who are weaker than you. You're a common, brutish, kick-the-puppy kind of villain, and maybe that passes for clever in the ghetto where you live, but in the real civilized world you just look like a loathsome creature of parasitic nature and odious intent
You're essentially guilty of witness tampering, obstruction of justice, racketeering, and major felony fraud. Since you're a loathsome reprobate who hides behind all manner of legal shields to evade the consequences of your activities, I'm sure this means nothing to you.
What it means to me is that you're a cheap bullying thug and a victimizer of women and children and you don't mind who you destroy just to get your rocks off. You play the victim card more than most, and it's pathetic.
In short: you're despicable. I hope you're proud of yourself. You've stolen nothing but a positive future you could have had with me in it... and you're still getting nothing done.
You have fooled no one. Go bother someone else.
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You have literally done to me... Everything you just claimed of me in the above post. You have lied about me, you have cheated me of any honest gains I might have made from my labors, you have interfered with my communications with other people, you have painted me in the worst possible light, you have reaped the gains of your mendacity, and you're still doing it. Whatever good karma you might have gotten by associating with me you have burned on I don't know what but it's nothing to do with me anymore. You have made me regret being indulgent to your childish nature. Why I even bothered, I'll be thinking about for a long time to come. And all you did was take advantage for your own puny desires.
You speak of me on your little podcast as if there's some question as to what I did that night. I was attacked by a deranged woman who had been gas lit by you and your cronies for months. Then you spend more months gas lighting us further.
Your implications about my character are revolting, and you cast them freely about as though you were any kind of authority on myself.
You don't know anything about me but I know this about you: You're willing to lie to and abuse women to get your way.
You are a child, and a spoiled rotten little brat one at that. You have made it impossible for me to associate with you whether online or offline, in public or in private. Your behavior is vile. It's hard to believe you were always this way, but then again, I never knew you either.
My friend that you've been abusing encouraged me to talk to you and now she knows what is resulted from that. I know I've satisfied my obligations.
You just go on about your business, and let me mind mine, and recognize that your use of software to spoof your identity belies your weak character, and has accomplished nothing but to drive me away.
Any friend of mine that falls for your bullshit, I'm probably better off without. You are complicit in an ongoing effort to isolate me from everyone I know, and to destroy my character and my reputation.
I doubt it'll work, And you'll be left with a lot of wasted time and a lot of people looking at you wondering why you bothered at all.
Why did you bother, Azz? It couldn't just be the money, or that you think I'm some dangerous character who needs to be taken out of society... No it's because you're jealous, you're a greedy, little sniveling worm, And it's too bad you had to ruin a good thing when you had it.
Now you have nothing. Good luck telling my friends What a terrible awful rapist pugilist I am, you moron, anybody who knows me knows I'm not anything like that. Admittedly not many people know me, but I'm capable of changing my identity, I guess, and I'm sure not many people will suspect that I'm your nemesis. Hopefully I'll forget soon. You're one of the lower points of my life, because no matter what happened to Allison... You made it worse. And you're still making it worse. You make me want to puke.
You're an envious, ill-mannered twerp who tells lie after lie, and then giggles like a toadie sent to the graveyard for more flesh to steal, and people will remember that for a long time. Now run along and talk to your friends about how terrible I am, And how wonderful a job you did, and how soon I'll be in jail and you'll get all my money- which doesn't amount to very much. Get a real job, Loser. It would be one thing to keep me away from a woman who supposedly called the police legitimately—you know she didn't—but you've taken it to a whole other level, you've gone way beyond that. You obviously relish in beating up on people who are weaker than you. You're a common, brutish, kick-the-puppy kind of villain, and maybe that passes for clever in the ghetto where you live, but in the real civilized world you just look like a loathsome creature of parasitic nature and odious intent
You're essentially guilty of witness tampering, obstruction of justice, racketeering, and major felony fraud. Since you're a loathsome reprobate who hides behind all manner of legal shields to evade the consequences of your activities, I'm sure this means nothing to you.
What it means to me is that you're a cheap bullying thug and a victimizer of women and children and you don't mind who you destroy just to get your rocks off. You play the victim card more than most, and it's pathetic.
In short: you're despicable. I hope you're proud of yourself. You've stolen nothing but a positive future you could have had with me in it... and you're still getting nothing done.
You have fooled no one. Go bother someone else.
Is this a bad time to ask you to trim your Lynwood Gold Forsythia shrubs? I’m requesting this on behalf of your neighbor “by proxy.”
He’d prefer mediating through me since your last encounter was “so disturbing.”
(His words, not mine.)
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(His words, not mine.)
Is he upset for_actual? I can assuage his needs.
He’d prefer mediating through me since your last encounter was “so disturbing.”
r u legit serious nigga?
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HEY THANKS FOR UNBLOCKING MY ACCOUNT.
I literally left everything as is, you dolt. Your account wasn't "blocked." Therefore there was no reason for me to "unblock" it. It was all in your head.
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You have literally done to me... Everything you just claimed of me in the above post. You have lied about me, you have cheated me of any honest gains I might have made from my labors, you have interfered with my communications with other people, you have painted me in the worst possible light, you have reaped the gains of your mendacity, and you're still doing it. Whatever good karma you might have gotten by associating with me you have burned on I don't know what but it's nothing to do with me anymore. You have made me regret being indulgent to your childish nature. Why I even bothered, I'll be thinking about for a long time to come. And all you did was take advantage for your own puny desires.
You speak of me on your little podcast as if there's some question as to what I did that night. I was attacked by a deranged woman who had been gas lit by you and your cronies for months. Then you spend more months gas lighting us further.
Your implications about my character are revolting, and you cast them freely about as though you were any kind of authority on myself.
You don't know anything about me but I know this about you: You're willing to lie to and abuse women to get your way.
You are a child, and a spoiled rotten little brat one at that. You have made it impossible for me to associate with you whether online or offline, in public or in private. Your behavior is vile. It's hard to believe you were always this way, but then again, I never knew you either.
My friend that you've been abusing encouraged me to talk to you and now she knows what is resulted from that. I know I've satisfied my obligations.
You just go on about your business, and let me mind mine, and recognize that your use of software to spoof your identity belies your weak character, and has accomplished nothing but to drive me away.
Any friend of mine that falls for your bullshit, I'm probably better off without. You are complicit in an ongoing effort to isolate me from everyone I know, and to destroy my character and my reputation.
I doubt it'll work, And you'll be left with a lot of wasted time and a lot of people looking at you wondering why you bothered at all.
Why did you bother, Azz? It couldn't just be the money, or that you think I'm some dangerous character who needs to be taken out of society... No it's because you're jealous, you're a greedy, little sniveling worm, And it's too bad you had to ruin a good thing when you had it.
Now you have nothing. Good luck telling my friends What a terrible awful rapist pugilist I am, you moron, anybody who knows me knows I'm not anything like that. Admittedly not many people know me, but I'm capable of changing my identity, I guess, and I'm sure not many people will suspect that I'm your nemesis. Hopefully I'll forget soon. You're one of the lower points of my life, because no matter what happened to Allison... You made it worse. And you're still making it worse. You make me want to puke.
You're an envious, ill-mannered twerp who tells lie after lie, and then giggles like a toadie sent to the graveyard for more flesh to steal, and people will remember that for a long time. Now run along and talk to your friends about how terrible I am, And how wonderful a job you did, and how soon I'll be in jail and you'll get all my money- which doesn't amount to very much. Get a real job, Loser. It would be one thing to keep me away from a woman who supposedly called the police legitimately—you know she didn't—but you've taken it to a whole other level, you've gone way beyond that. You obviously relish in beating up on people who are weaker than you. You're a common, brutish, kick-the-puppy kind of villain, and maybe that passes for clever in the ghetto where you live, but in the real civilized world you just look like a loathsome creature of parasitic nature and odious intent
You're essentially guilty of witness tampering, obstruction of justice, racketeering, and major felony fraud. Since you're a loathsome reprobate who hides behind all manner of legal shields to evade the consequences of your activities, I'm sure this means nothing to you.
What it means to me is that you're a cheap bullying thug and a victimizer of women and children and you don't mind who you destroy just to get your rocks off. You play the victim card more than most, and it's pathetic.
In short: you're despicable. I hope you're proud of yourself. You've stolen nothing but a positive future you could have had with me in it... and you're still getting nothing done.
You have fooled no one. Go bother someone else.
So, I'm "scum" because I finally took it upon myself to defend my character in the face of your incessant browbeating?
You still haven't given me a decent answer as to why I'm considered worse than the person who "raped" your girlfriend!
For providing a rebuttal. For words on a screen. That (in your mind) is worse than RAPE?
You're arguing with the wrong person. You have me confused with someone else. You're psychotic, and everyone knows it.
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https://youtu.be/l-gpQks9MME
Diggin' it
https://youtu.be/WsQVMmyYKm4
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You're psychotic, and everyone knows it.
It was all in your head.
You are a loathsome, thieving toadie troll flunky and your libel and slander is not appreciated. You never should have come down from the trees.
I've had it with your bullshit, Buddy. You can do better.
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You're like a stuck fucking record.
Vocals on an mp3, simply pushing back against your bullshit, are not illegal.
Rape is. Shout at Rubini. Call him scum.
But what do you choose to do? Kid around with him about the alleged "rape."
Fuck off.
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But what do you choose to do? Kid around with him about the alleged "rape."
Fuck off.
You started with the “rodgering.” And your relentless twisting of facts and projecting your twisted psychosis onto the world you observe has never been more apparent.
how many people share your admin account?
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how many people share your admin account?
Everyone knows the answer to that, except you.
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You started with the “rodgering.” And your relentless twisting of facts and projecting your twisted psychosis onto the world you observe has never been more apparent.
Nothing you've accused me of is worse than the physical rape of another human being. Nothing.
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Go for an M.R.I., and I implore you to try your level best to ignore the discrete area of brain damage, probably ischaemic, in the anterior part of the right fusiform gyrus and a smaller area in the nearby anterior middle and inferior temporal gyri with associated parahippocampal and hippocampal atrophy.
A high order nervous system function that is devoted to the identification of faces is located in the adjacent midportion of the fusiform gyrus and a similar locus for environmental scenes, termed the parahippocampal place area, is present in the bordering parahippocampal gyrus.
The Misidentification [phenomena] in such a case can be explained by disruption of the connections of these highly specialised areas with the most anterior inferior and medial part of the right temporal lobe where long term memory and mechanisms for the retrieval of information that are required for the visual recognition of faces and scenes are stored.
Or perhaps you have Reduplicative Paramnesia, which causes you to repeatedly and consistently misidentify familiar places, sometimes including occupants, as replicas.
There is a similar phenomenon involving people, called l'illusion des sosies or Capgras Syndrome (with which an usually familiar person, such as a family member, is viewed as a stranger with an identical appearance).
Similar variants have been reported, including Frégoli Syndrome: those who suffer this plight conceptually misidentify people as another known person with an entirely different appearance.
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Everyone knows the answer to that, except you.
Well, that's one way to be exonerated. Claimed.
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Quote from: AZZERAE on November 27, 2022, 12:44:58 PM
Go for an M.R.I., and I implore you to try your level best to ignore the discrete area of brain damage, probably ischaemic, in the anterior part of the right fusiform gyrus and a smaller area in the nearby anterior middle and inferior temporal gyri with associated parahippocampal and hippocampal atrophy.
A high order nervous system function that is devoted to the identification of faces is located in the adjacent midportion of the fusiform gyrus and a similar locus for environmental scenes, termed the parahippocampal place area, is present in the bordering parahippocampal gyrus.
The Misidentification [phenomena] in such a case can be explained by disruption of the connections of these highly specialised areas with the most anterior inferior and medial part of the right temporal lobe where long term memory and mechanisms for the retrieval of information that are required for the visual recognition of faces and scenes are stored.
Or perhaps you have Reduplicative Paramnesia, which causes you to repeatedly and consistently misidentify familiar places, sometimes including occupants, as replicas.
There is a similar phenomenon involving people, called l'illusion des sosies or Capgras Syndrome (with which an usually familiar person, such as a family member, is viewed as a stranger with an identical appearance).
Similar variants have been reported, including Frégoli Syndrome: those who suffer this plight conceptually misidentify people as another known person with an entirely different appearance.
Weak.
Go for an M.R.I.,
Is that your medical opinion?
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Nothing you've accused me of is worse than the physical rape of another human being. Nothing.
It wouldn't surprise me if you rape all the time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“give him a good Rodger-ing”
“tee-hee”
Out of deference to future gentleman callers, I won't go looking/searching for your own quotes.
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I just want you to know, that I love Azzerae and every member on this Forum.
That's all. As you were. ;) :-* :-* :-*
Out of deference to future gentleman callers, I won't go looking/searching for your own quotes.
Parsnips'n'Pumpkins'n'Potatoes'n'Parsely'n'Incense'n'Peppermints'n'Pepperidge Farm remembers. Broken Paw Farm spices eggs with arrowroot.
(I can barely believe this mustard myself. wtf man-G.)
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You never should have come down from the trees.
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You speak of me on your little podcast...
My little podcast is bigger than your little podcast.
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(https://i.ibb.co/G3rw03j/Screenshot-20221204-002954-Gmail.jpg)
Oof. Right in the feels!
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This is how Jack exerts control over me. He edits his subscription plan, or outright cancels his membership to the Azzcast around payday. And in turn, gets my work for free. A big fat middle finger to me and my craft. Every time without fail.
It used to get my attention when I was real desperate, and he felt I was "ignoring" him. Most of the time I'd be busy earning a living as a commercial artist, or creating the content my patrons pay for.
I'm publishing this because I want everyone to know how Jack tries to manipulate people-- And particularly me, with his purse strings. He is cruel and petty, and is only sticking around at the lower tier of my subscription plan now (begrudgingly) because he's convinced that I'm working with an international criminal enterprise and he is the target of cyberbullying.
The truth is he's put me through a lot of unpleasant things over the years, belittled me, insulted me, mocked me, and disrespected those I love. I, for 2 episodes - out of 375, mind you - decided to speak out and record a rebuttal.
And now he's behaving like I've crucified him and betrayed his confidences. That I'm a Judas, all because I stopped bowing and scraping and grovelling to him in eternal unending gratitude for his empty pledge.
What do you guys and girls think of that? I'm not being tacky, and I don't do this lightly. If only you knew HALF of what I've been subjected to by having the displeasure of knowing this mans many narc masks.
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This is how Jack exerts control over me. [...] having the displeasure of knowing this mans many narc masks.
You're the fucking narc, you're terminated fucker
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you're terminated fucker
Terminated how? I'm the fucking boss. You're a peon.
I'm like GOD to you, Broke Smurf.
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I'm like GOD to you
Allah-hu Akh-bar.
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You're the fucking narc
Where are you gonna run to? BellGab?
Oh wait. You're banned there.
Things are not looking good for you.
Options are dwindling...
Looks like it's Hobson's Choice for you, dawg.
KISS THE RING OF SCARS.
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Allah-hu Akh-bar.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z2xEwSi2vaI&t=30s
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I love you, and have only given you a small taste of your own medicine. I don't like hurting you. In fact, it probably hurts me more than it hurts you anyway. You know this. Don't act confused by my behaviour. I simply had enough of your abuse and it dawned on me how much I've been internalising on your behalf. Its not fair. Friendship is a 2 way street, and if you can't understand that I have commitments outside of the ones I make with you, then you're being selfish and immature. I wish with my whole heart that we could go back to how we were before, but I know that ship has sailed. Is it sick of me to play around in the ashes of all I burnt down? Maybe. But sometimes you have to make an example, and that involves a sacrificial lamb. Far be it from me to latch my failures onto external things like scapegoats and false witness. You need to sit down and address these problems we're having with each other like a man for once, and stop hiding behind your flimsy defence mechanisms. I can see right through it all like Eyeore's tepee of sticks. Anyone could so easily knock it over, but I'm not a complete asshole-- I do have a heart, y'know. So just find it in yours to come down off that high horse (let's hope its not of the trojan persuasion). Christ, I can't take it anymore. What does a person have to do to get a cup of coffee around here? There's matches, glass pipes and detritus on the dirt floor. Chained in the basement: your harem of epehebus. Shh he says. Don't let on that you see them. That is not your toy chest to pry open and rifle through. I will happily knife a fresh lasagne into pieces to commemorate this day of reconciliation and new beginnings. I got a garbage bag with your name written on it. But we need not allow matters to devolve into half-brick carnage, and bruises and head-wounds and gashes and guts. I'll just snap my fingers and order another cortado, waving away dismissively the offer of those little sugar packets with quotes in broken english written on them. Really. Santa could've done a hell of a lot worse than Mrs. Claus. You see, all the LGBTQTIA+ little elven folk formed a union, and through the Magician, Jesus Christ they managed to nail Kermet to a tree. Slave skeletons dangling on old ropes, and Japs with PTSD ejaculating onto Miss Piggy's mascara caked face, with it all running down into a trough for the naked 18 to 20 year olds Jack kept chained in the basement. The F.B.I. uncovered 2 apple boxes worth of bestiality themed VHS tapes mysteriously hidden in Barney the Dinosaur jewel cases. God, I remember how shortlived those fucking CD's with the lyric booklets were. Now you're lucky if you can download a badly scanned PDF of the booklet on the Wayback Machine. Take that crack pipe and shove it where the sun doesn't shine for all I care. I wouldn't know meth if a crystal hit me in the face. I'm all hate, but I've scheduled an appointment with the blood bank to get a transfusion because someone's pet monkey is suffering with the most curious case of kaposi's sarcoma-- And I think he contracted it from an HIV infested blood pudding that some idiot brought to the company Christmas party, but get this, it wasn't even baked from scratch! The cheapskate stole it from a potluck dinner the week prior. Now I never knew AIDS could live outside the human body very long, but I guess the amount of blood itself was a factor in patient zero. Where were we, anyway? I think I was trying to convince you you're adored and worshipped by a group of pygmies in the Amazon jungle. Somehow your picture was in some bitch's wallet, and when her crew flew over the top of the rainforest it somehow made its way into the hands of the highly suggestible withdoctor who assured his village you were a deity. And with that, they stopped the softshoe round the fire to the rain god and adopted Jackstaristianity. And I couldn't be more proud. It looks like someone somewhere values you immensely. Who could it be, though? Besides the pygmies who don't know an arse from an elbow...eh. Forget it.
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date: Nov 26, 2022, 7:46 AM
by the way you treated me like shit, that's why I'm gone, and your implications I don't deserve what I have are very misplaced.
I don't give a shit what you think anybody deserves, least of all me. you had 10 years to tell me some obvious fucking truth, and you didn't breathe the fucking word. you don't even deserve this message, but those who will come after me deserve to know the truth—if I had known what you loathsome swindlers actually did with your time I never would have given you the time of day and you never would have known me, EVER. thieves and reprobates scum like yourself are the lowest rung on the ladder of society you are parasites; you contribute nothing; and I don't know how you were convinced that I'd be a good person to steal from or that you weren't really stealing your liberating or that I didn't deserve anything, but you didn't do your due diligence.
I deserve your entire world, douchebag, and you can fucking keep it.
go fuck yourself with a rusty truncheon and get hit by a train for all I give a shit, goodbye.
[...] you cave-painting Neanderthal thug.
I continue to stand by several of these statements.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8ZOWVQYc9w
THUNDERDOME + JUDGMENT DAY == GIBSON + CAMERON SUCKING EACH OTHERS DICKS IN EXCHANGE FOR JUST ONE MORE PANCAKE... ONE MORE DROP OF SYRUP... PANAMA!
*nostrils flaring slightly in tune with portals opening and closing across the surface of your Puny world, Munchkins. Or are you Oompa Loompas? I'm gonna ruminate. I can do that because I am a cow, and not a boy--COWMEN ARE SELF-ACTUALIZED DURING EMOTES. IT'S A PERK.*
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I love you, and have only given you a small taste of your own medicine.
I don't have medicine. You're a foul, cretinous liar and you know nothing about my life and you associate with other liars, also cowards, and none of you can provide a straight answer or a legitimate conversation to save your lives--or my life. I don't know why I ever imagine that any of you people will ever bother to pretend to like me again... you already got what you wanted.
Now that you have, buy them shoes. Or one-way tickets to Oman, what the fuck. Like what does any of this have to do with my life anymore? You don't tell me that you have such concern and shit for me when I DO NOT TALK TO ANY OF YOU FOR A FUCKING YEAR WHILE YOU RUN AROUND TELEPORTING ALL OVER THE PLANET SUCKING OFF AND RIDING THE COCK CAROUSEL. Great sounds like fun, I'm glad I'm not envious. I much prefer being left alone and psychologicall tortured by whatever goons are in this shitbag Hicksville. Oh, and I would have totally come here without being swindled to do so, right? Fuck the lot of you, fuck you all, you can all rape each other to fucking death for all I'm concerned, or will ever notice, because it's not like I know anyone is alive anyway. Even if you were, so what? You all put me in jail on Christmas, ignored my birthday--like I had fucking done something fucking wrong, and what might that have been? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK do you think I'm so fucking GUILTY of? Huh? I never asked for any of this, and I never tried to steal from any of you, and if you wanted to know so much about my "great family fortune" maybe you should have told me what the fuck was going on while they were alive. You can just fuck off now, unless you want to keep bullying me, which of course you do, because that's all you've needed me for: a harvest.
I don't know why I ever thought any of you ever needed to get to know me better. Try sucking off a politician or a military officer or something instead. I don't need your buckets of pigs' blood and in the last couple years that we have associated, your assistance has been pretty piss poor. You could have done better, and you did: for yourselves. You're a gang of elitist, bigoted, overprivileged snooty snobs and the days when I have wished I could be in "the club" have long since passed, since I see you for what you all are: useless bloody mongrel savages. Thanks for the "help." Tell me, can you tell me what that "help" might have been? Can you think of any singular effort that would qualify as such? Because, I don't feel 'helpled.' I feel used and abused and betrayed and it would be insane for anyone in my position to feel any different. I loathe what I have seen you all do with the resources we have all been given access to. You could have done more, and you didn't do shit besides cover things up, make me look bad, and whine about terrible it is that I talk to David when YOU AND HE ROUTINELY TRADE IDENTIES USING SOFTWARE AND DAVID IS PROBABLY TALKING TO HER RIGHT NOW IN THE GUISE OF SOMEONE ELSE. It's playbook. What else is he going to do? Get a job? Certainly not talk to me... but your shitty little podcast gets used to corroborate other pieces of falsified evidence and pretty soon, you fucking faggots have a stack of false paper sufficient enough to get any judge to say, "ooh, wow, he looks like a lively one," because yeah, I am.. .and you do this, because you are all adult survivors of childhood abuse, of one form or another, and you've allowed yourselves to see me as a parental figure. Like I owe you for support or something. You're all fucking insane. Get therapy--preferably from one you don't lie to.
Five years and she lied the whole fucking time. She must have thought there was no way I didn't know! Surpise! I still don't know now... I never checked, I enver investigated, and why would I? If she lied that much, she must have had a good reason.
oh yeah. big secret. So totes important. I'm going to bed alone again for the 400th consecutive night, and you can all fuck off in a big pig pile wallowing in cholera for all I care, you people are the worst and it must be the mind control drugs... like normal adults are just not this stupid. Figure it out. Stop embarassing youselves. And if it is that fucking bad, maybe you should READ ME IN, you snobby bish.
I don't like hurting you.
You don't hurt me. You despise me, and your pathetic attempts to pretend you aren't the source of all evil in my life and my world these days are painful to watch. Dude, just grow up or something, stop using drugs to rape and control women, leave my fucking life alone, go do something, else, by the way: you suck balls.
In fact, it probably hurts me more than it hurts you anyway.
Maybe you can make some more jokes about Rodgering my friend who you set up to get herself Rodgered and then worked with hand-in-glove the entire time to spin the story so that it sounds like I had something to do with it, or worse yet--approved, and now here we are, you got police involved, I don't know if either Alpha or Prime are currently alive, as they can come and go and why would they bother with me? I look like a loser thanks to you, meanwhile, you have dope and a teleporting ferry and a seemingly total lack of bringing me online to... anything. You're a class act, Ali. Have fun rotting in Hell.
You know this.
I don't even know who you are. There is no understanding here. I've been deliberately disassociated from reality in an effort to drive me to suicide. I honestly don't know why I don't bother--just lazy I guess.
Don't act confused by my behaviour.
You needed to blame someone for something and everyone picks Mikey. Have fun. I'll just wait here, working at peak efficiency, obviously.
I simply had enough of your abuse and it dawned on me how much I've been internalizing on your behalf.
Your stated belief that I abuse you is why I won't notice when you never speak to me again. You're a cad. Go hire someone else to lie to me and rape me.
Its not fair.
Tell it to K-Dubb.
Friendship is a 2 way street, and if you can't understand that I have commitments outside of the ones I make with you, then you're being selfish and immature.
I do understand that. You married a retard and never bothered to tell me who else was married or what you've been doing for however many years and you certainly didn't want to bother letting me know how you planned to bleed me dry, after pretending you actually knew me or cared about me first. Well, fine, go away, what more do you want? Oh, right, someone to scapegoat and hopefully drive to suicide so you can get my stuff. God, you're boring. Were you always this boring? Ugh, uhh.
What I actually think is that you're smart enough to know that behaving like -this- much of a chump will turn me off forever, not to mention distract my attention with all the dry heaving, and then your stupid faggot plan for faggots who plan can unfold Christmas 2.0 and then you can... I don't know, whatever the fuck it is you do. I don't fucking care. The shit you people stole is meaningless compared to what you cost yourselves--like, I used to actually like you people. I still do like you people. I've just done enough. Meanwhile you're still making fake paper and trying reallly hard to steal the house, or whatever the fuck the htreats are. I don't even read them anymore. After being ignored all year and ignored while I mention, "hey, uh, medic?" Crickets. Oh, okay, so, you're all out of your goddam minds then. And, while my friends re being threatened not to talk to me or help me... what are they doing, who are they doing it with, and who the fuck is supposed to help me, other than people who want to help me? Fucking conscripted labor? You shitheads have no idea how to motivate anyone. Go back to the trees.
I wish with my whole heart that we could go back to how we were before, but I know that ship has sailed.
You're a worse sailor than you are a liar. You don't even know what we had before--there was a time when I didn't know you were a filthy fucking blind-hearted liar. You could have read me in at any time. It was fucking complicated. You're all just a bunch of loser douchbags who let someone else tell you who to hate. And you let it be me, and you still hate on me. It's really all you know. Grow up.
Is it sick of me to play around in the ashes of all I burnt down?
What's really sick is when you pretend you didn't all know each other before I ever heard of you and you've been laughing at me for years. "Here, I think you can bag her." Dude, fuck off. Take care of your own fucking DEA agent leaks. Three fucking years with her and you're all getting high every fucking day, "I live in Africa," dude, FUCK YOU. You travel all over the place with your fucking teleporting cruise ship and I'm not invited, well, fine, fucking have fun by yourselves, you didn't need me before, you don't need me now, and the only reason I'm still around is because your wrencher is holding my vehicle hostage and you lied to the courts to get them to hold me in place without trial FOR A YEAR for a bullshit phony charge that I am utterly innocent of. Then you spent A YEAR talking shit about me on the Internet. Guess what? Fuck off. You didn't even gain anything and you probably raped her. Also: I'm sick of hearing about what I told her would happen if she left. It's nothing to do with me. Keep it to yourself--you're the one fucking them. Both of them, in fact. Why is that any busines of mine? Neither of them ever wanted anything but target practice out of me, and that you can keep them interested tells me all I need to know about their authenticity.
That scopolamine is great stuff, huh? Too bad i'm immune. And that I don't care for your exploitative ways, pimpmonger.
Maybe.
All communications are monitored and anyone who tries contact me gets shunted off and I TALK TO NO ONE REAL. Do you fucking understand this? Your constant denials on this are more annoying than when you acted like I should be not talkative on the subject of the highly sophisticated software that you use to manipulate your image and likeness. The software that can be used to capture anyone at all--it only takes a few seconds--and then they can pretend to be someone else. Like me. YOU HAVE DONE THIS WHILE TALKING TO ALLISON BEFORE YOU ASSHOLE. YOU HAVE DONE WITH TOOTSIE. YOU HAVE DONE IT WITH COUNTLESS OTHERS.
YOU ARE A FUCKING FRAUD AND A THIEF AND A LIAR AND YOU NEED TO STOP THIS SHIT ONCE AND FOR ALL. People know, you dipshit. What, you thought you were just going to ride my ass and coattails forever? No, you dummy, and who decided not to teach me how to use this shit--but you gave it to HER--he's an idiot as well as a dolt. Okay, sure, yeah, bad for me to have, but everyone else, sure, no problem---and then on top of that you acted like I should shut up about it, not to talk about it openly. FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. Besides it is not like it is not relatively common knowledge. I suppose to you it is a technological edge that you rely on to put food the table or whatever trope you're using to make yourself look noble and make me look like a robber baron. Once again: you are an asshole. Why are you such an asshole? You should just be nice. What are, on the fucking run for murder?
Where did that knife come from and why aren't my friends calling me or helping me and what the fuck are you doing to help me over what you are doing to steal from me? Do you really think leaving me in the dark for A CALENDAR YEAR was going to go well? Give me one reason I don't blow you all out of the harbor ASAP. Right now all I got is "lazy" and "too much effort" and "don't care about anything in life anymore." So you're probably safe.
But sometimes you have to make an example, and that involves a sacrificial lamb.
Maybe you have do that, Ba'al worshipper, but I don't. Here's an idea: why don't stop fucking lying about everything, start telling me the goddam truth about everything, and quit acting like I'm your fucking punching bag or magickal cornucopia that spits out wealth for you to scoop and laugh at me over. Like my life belongs to you or something. I know (PROT) bought the marker on all my unconsolidated consumer debtload, so sure, technically, my ass is owned. (I can only imagine the thrill. Ooh boy.) But we're talking like 15K. Who cares? It's a pittance. There's plenty of money somewhere to pay it off in one fell swoop--probably in the banana stand--and it's a fairly simple concept: I get exonerated, and then I pay everyone off. It doesn't happen the other way around. I am done getting bled dry. I've shelled out plenty of dough, and I will again, and I don't need you or anyone else to hide behind anonymity and act like you're the boss of me. You're not.
Surprise: I know how the collection industry works. You'd know that if you ever bothered to talk to me instead of about me or around me or over me or behind me or even with me. At best, you talk to me and you don't notice to listen yourself to what you get back.
If my credit weren't shit, I would have been swamped with fraudulent paper on phony loans, bank accounts hacked and drained, et cetera. As I was already in collections by the time anyone decided to start actually trying to kill me AND take my house--like what the fuck, where am I supposed to live? In the gutter, then? Like I could seriously just eat a bullet if it meant so fucking much to you. Try asking nicely first next time. Maybe bring a gift. Pottery can be nice. Stained glass? A hand-written letter of apology to come to terms with shit I've known the whole time and you only imagined you were getting away with? I don't fucking know, be creative. Doodle something. My friend in highschool drew something for me once. I really liked it! I think Grapefruit stole it. You never should have hooked her on smack. I bet she's really boring now--she can't hold a conversation either. Oh well, her husband the meathead can deal with the pillowtalk I guess--and why you keep talking about "my girfriend" when she was "at least three guys' wife" and she never told me and you fucking knew, kindly just shut the fuck up about it all, how about that? You're a weaselly little thief and you're all caught and making up reasons to justify my persecution isn't all that great of a recovery move.
How about just not persecuting anyone? Do you know my friends are being threatened with reprisals for talking to me? FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. God, you're an asshole. Accomplice. Whatevah.
Far be it from me to latch my failures onto external things like scapegoats and false witness.
You do this all the time and I don't so I don't know what you're implying here and I don't know how to help you when you're basically making shit up out of nothing with no context or meaning, it's just a long-winded bitchfest every day with you about how terrible I am. You routinely insinuated I am an abuser of all manner of illicit substances--you're always so quick to point out how illegitimate the activities that I am not even doing, yet you fail to recognize, that's not exactly the case, since, unlike you, I actually know the law. Did you know that you are routinely discriminatory and dismissive of my spiritual practices? Of course you know that, you spend all fucking day talking shit about me. Why do you do this? You look stupid.
You need to sit down and address these problems we're having with each other like a man for once, and stop hiding behind your flimsy defence mechanisms.
My communications are intercepted. Do you need me to get a bullhorn and scream at you? I'm being cyberstalked. Nothing works right. You're in on it. It keeps happening, you keep enabling it, you look like a loathsome criminal thug, and hey--you are one too. I'm aware things are done differently in South Africa and you think I am a lazy nigger. This explains your boorish skein of nonsensical crap being sensible to you. Nevertheless, even if I were lazy, you are not the boss of me: fuck off.
I can see right through it all like Eyeore's tepee of sticks.
It must be kind of cool to have a support network. As all you've done is work to subvert mine, you much know their value. Go steal from someone else. I don't consent to any more of this behind the scenes manipulation of my life. You're not helping. You're annoying. You've wasted my time. You've wasted our time.
Anyone could so easily knock it over, but I'm not a complete asshole-- I do have a heart, y'know.
So knock it over! What are you waiting for? If you had a heart you would have noticed that you've been killing me for years for no fucking purpose whatsoever. Seems like that could have been noticed before, especially since Grapefruit lied her ass off too. So, I don't need to hear bullshit stories from you about your belief in her bullshit narrative--she's literally mentally disabled and you and bunch of other moronic cretins are preventing us from even talking to each other. You know what? Fuck all of you who think that's a good idea. How fucking hard is it for you to figure this out? You're abusing me, you're being a shit about it, and you've done it for no reason whatsoever. Everyone's miserable, you're still not getting my money, IUT'S MY FUCKING MONEY, FUCK OFF AND DIE YOU LITTLE BITCH, like stealing is probably -not- the way to go to get on my good side. You and Matt and don't make me list more names are just greedy, snooty, bratty little snots and EVERYTHING you've told me has been bullshit. Then you accuse me of arrogance. Just barf up a lung and choke on it, you mook.
So just find it in yours to come down off that high horse (let's hope its not of the trojan persuasion).
I just can't even with you right now. What "high horse"? You're fucking insane and this is like arguing with Hannibal Lecter about irregularly shaped fava beans.
Christ, I can't take it anymore.
Yeah, I'm fucking done. This is stupid. So are you. It's not fun to talk to you about, "Hey, Azzerae... I was just wondering... why are you and everyone else lying your asses off to me all the fucking time?" And then, of course, it's all my fault. Look, I've fucking had it. Figure it out. Just fuck off.
What does a person have to do to get a cup of coffee around here?
First a source of potable water. Quality water. Did I mention? I came "home" to a fucked off and boobytrapped house with poisoned water, COVID-19 blankets, and oh yeah, whatever you've been doing has really not made me any friends. Gee, thanks. It was nice knowing you.
Secondly, I'm sick of your screaming about "meth." I never even knew what it was until this year. Do you get me? Five years with her and amongst the many, many things I was never informed of was what the fuck that was. And yet suddenly you're constantly whining that I'm a "methhead." No, I'm an occult researcher. You're the pillhound. Additionally, even if I was? How does you being a loud mouthy brat about it do anything? I'm mystified. Can't you just fuck off? You're not really doing my any favors, Kid--and maybe never did.
I've been in this fucking city for a year and no one has had coffee with me, oh no. I don't even know where the fuck I would go. Someone decided to show someone else around. Hope you all had a nice time. I guess it was awkward having to stop pretending to be anything other than cutthroat, thieving gasbags? Let me guess, everything was wonderful until I started asking questions. Well, duh. Tell me more about how everyone thought I was stupid the whole fucking time. I can see why it would served everyone's interests to assume that. Why no one bothered to check for themselves is a mystery.
There's matches, glass pipes and detritus on the dirt floor.
Naturally I'm not invited. No children there, right?
Chained in the basement: your harem of epehebus.
I guess you're hallucinating or think I'm Clayton or something. I've never chained anyone up anywhere, certainly not in any basement, and I haven't been in the house with the basement for over a year. I know nothing of what is going on there and obviously I have figured out that whatever the fuck you twerps have been doing was not exactly something you should have been doing. You're constantly whining about "honest labour" and you're all a bunch of fucking parasites. Gee, thanks.
I've never had a harem. Fuck off.
Shh he says.
Your lives lead in secret seem very drab to me.
Don't let on that you see them.
I don't cover for anyone, certainly not thieves and liars.
That is not your toy chest to pry open and rifle through.
I'm sick of your constant associations with the thieves who have ransacked my life. I don't care why anyone thought I would be fun to steal from; I hope they enjoyed it. I don't know toy chest. I don't know why you're implying I rifle through other people's property. In fact, I don't know why I bother listening to what you're saying at all. People are being threatened to deter anyone from helping me. You fucking know this. You're an asshole. You're complicit. You know tons of shit that is going on that affects me and you keep your shitbag coward's mouth shut through it all. I frankly don't have any respect for any of you. When someone says repeatedly, "I don't know what's going on," that means, fucking start fucking explaining. If this cannot be done, communication is not possible.
I will happily knife a fresh lasagne into pieces to commemorate this day of reconciliation and new beginnings.
I can't reconcile with people who never actually existed and I never actually met. I don't need a new beginning, I've been stuck in time while I LITERALLY HAVE CHUCKLEHEAD THIEVING SCUM ROB ME BLIND. Like it means anything to me and that they'll get anywhere with it. It's not even that big a deal as I have been harrassed by gangs of theives my entire life, and being relentlessly alone as a child, a "gang" is more than one person. So, a couple, is a gang.
I am also sick of your whining about how I have "abandonment issues." Well, saying I did, so what? How does labelling something and then actively making it worse through your constant spewing of lies and routine omissions of stuff that I would probably like to know, you fucking doodling freak, and if you think I'll ever forget this, you're wrong, it won't be any time soon before I go out of my way to make sure you get filled in on whatever.
I'm going to set aside the notion that you were a nitwit for even thinking I was going to get stuck in custody and became a pauper anyway, since my shields needed testing somehow on something, and it would ruin the experience if it was not at least passingly sensible.
Long before now someone should have stopped being a retarded asshole. I don't know who, or why, and I don't care to know, really, but one of the twerps you get bossed around by has made everything exponentially worse for everyone by dumping way too much pointless sadism onto me. There's no new beginning as long as I've got people interfering with my transportation, my communications, my finances, my reputation, the whole fucking lot of it, meanwhile I'm being stalked and bullied. You get that this is actually unlawful, right? Not that is representing a threat, but it seems useless to talk to someone who isn't going to notice that I don't think you would enjoy it very much if I were doing the same thing to you.
Basically you all need to stop everything aimed at me in anyway, as none of these people who stolen from me and wasted my time and endless potential opportunities on... what? No idea. Irregardless, none of you had to be such assholes about any of it and your sadistic little thuggy bully antics are the biggest turn off I've ever experienced. Not only have none of you bothered to consider what all this would do to my outlook on life, none of you seem to be noticing that I'm being ostracized. I suppose that is the point. Seems like a lot of trouble though. Could have just put the pieces of pottery into the jar with my name on it.
I appreciate the spiritual lesson. I think you should just go bother someone else from now on, you and literally everyone else has lied to me constantly about literally absolutely everything and I don't know why that would ever change, it's not like you're all accidentally exploiting me, mocking me, minimizing my influence, et cetera. It's so bor
I got a garbage bag with your name written on it
I don't know what this means. Everything is garbage now. I have no idea what any of you ever thought you were doing but trashing my life doesn't really seem worth the effort. I don't know what to make of any of it since none of you have the sack to just tell me what the fuck is thought to be happening. You're probably all wrong. You don't know what's important to me anymore and you routinely describe my behavior in terms that are, simply put, totally erroneous. You never tell me the goddam truth about anything you're constantly focusing on petty shit you seem to spent the majority of your time somehow getting paid to be an asshole and even if any of this were ever fun--it's not for me and never has been since from the beginning all of you all knew each other before I ever heard of any of you.
Since I knew at least a little of why this whole stupid mess has become part of my life and what good it might have been, I am not at all suicidally depressed, but I am in fact bored shitless. For one thing, talking about me and never talking with me is a bad way to go through life. I can hear these fuckers arguing about me in my sleep. Why the fuck this is happeing is, once again, a total goddam mystery and apparently those words don't mean the same to you as they would to me in that position: "looks like I better inform this person of what I would want to know based on what I know from my own point of view."
You just lied over and over to me and took cheap shots and giggled while debasing women. Oh, and being a snooty hold-out. Look fine I just won't have fun with any of you anyway. You won't notice a thing.
But we need not allow matters to devolve into half-brick carnage, and bruises and head-wounds and gashes and guts.
I do not recognize the necessity to stumble around without knowledge that the rest of you possess. It's fucking annoying and your constant gaslighting makes it impossible to have a conversation with you--oh, I guess I'm just too retarded to talk to, sure. I haven't heard anything true from any of you, ever, my entire life, it's one breadcrumb after another. My life has been a miserable hell for years and this is largely because I have been deliberately lied to over and over about the most basic of details and this is called "gaslighting" and you do it all the goddam time. Am I to be expected to believe you don't notice? Well, I guess. That's because you are a toddler, not because you're so gosh-darn brilliatn that you evaded Karma to get your ill-gotten gains listed as "your righteous spoils" instead of "shit you tried to swindle out of Kuczi because I R dummy, huhuh uahgu, hrrm, taters," wow, you know what? Fuck Texas. I remember The Alamo, alright, because apparently that was the last time any men down there were ever even alive. What a bunch of shitbags. "Where I come from," okay Haystack, tell us, "in the South... people just suddenly disappear. Over night. Like... gone."
Yeah, no shit, d-bag, that happens in the jungles of Mozambique, too. Like when a jaguar descends from the upper canopy--the jaguar, being the most silent and deadilest of the stealthed feline carnivores, makes no sound at all as it plays old Sting singles on vinyl through a Sony Discman--vinyl, mind you--and hubnts with the equivalent of corded headphones while hunting... because wireless earbuds, why, that would be a broadcast signal. What kind of a stealth asssassin carries fuckiing earbuds on full blast?
Oh, right: an Island jaguar. Does it go for the hernia--or the jugular, or both? Tune in next week to Autists "R" Us next week on Unarmed Forces Holodeck Channel Eleven. No, it's not double vision... it's channel eleven because K.
If you only saw how out-of-place the revelry and shenanigans have been over here for the last several months, the last three IN PARTICULAR, you would be horrified. The whole she-bang has come off the rails so undeniably that they gotta do a 5-minute pre-show before certain audiences... just to make sure they know what The Wheel even fuckin -is.- Like, why would H. Gigantopithecus need to invent The Wheel? It already has the "pull tree from ground with one swift thrust up to eye-level to examine the rootball for shiny grubs of particular lineage" technology, so a device to move lumber to another place where a tree is gonna be hauled up... well, it's just not going to happen.
SO, IT LOOKS LIKE, SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE TAKEN MY STATEMENT, OBSERVED MY CIRCUMSTANCE, AND INFORMED THE HONORABLE COURT OF THE GREAT DISTRICT OF COWLITZ THAT "THE EMERGENCY" IS OVER. Instead--continual, incessant, relentless, AND FULLY DOCUMENTED MISUSE AND APPROBRIATION OF BOTH PUBLIC AND NON-PUBLIC AS WELL AS PRIVATE FUNDS HAS BEEN ONGOING; and, unless there's some meathead shoveler passing himself off as a wrencher is about to come hauling ass up my driveway, ready to beg and/or fellate themselves into a fainting spell just on an off-chance that might help.
Because for many... it's already too late. I don't know who is left. You know what is left, though.. ME. ME AND MY SHADOW'S HAND. AND ALSO MY HAND.
IT CARRIES ALONG A LONG SHADOW AS WELL. And it's not even left... it's MY RIGHT. MY RITE: MY RIGHT HAND.
So, riddle me this, Fuck-0: why is there a triumvirate of power with dual locations in SOUTH AFRICA, TEXAS, CASCASIA, IDONESIA, & (theorized) DIEGO GARCIA AND/OR PORTUEGUSE GUADALCANAL that pay me any mind of attention at all? Seems like a lot of focus on someone who has essentially just sat and stared at the wall for about 80% of the past year. If you don't see that you've systematically dragged the entire momentum of my life into an immensely wasteful holding pattern while running your mouth off about shit you don't understand, don't talk to me about, connive which a hodgepodge of silent conspirators who pretend there isn't an extensive amount of taking advantage of my ignorance going on, and then make up even more utterly false and really quite crude jokes about whatever the fuckall it is you think is funny. I don't care why. I don't even say that it's had any direct impact on my life.
It hasn't made anything better either and I don't detect any remorse from... well, anyone. I don't know why. Maybe I'm desensitized. Maybe everyone thinks I should just shut up and hand over all my worldly goods and didn't notice that I don't even care anymore. I'm not going to stay here and ample time has passed for Certain People to stop abusing me. They haven't, you haven't, and I am simply appalled at the wasted effort here.
I'll just snap my fingers and order another cortado, waving away dismissively the offer of those little sugar packets with quotes in broken english written on them.
Well, that's what you get to do after slumming it for 25 years, Wanker. There's no shame in it. What there is shame in, is your incessant and embarassingly go-to slander and defamation about Michael Kuczi and his work history and/or ethic--and of course, the asperations about them all the same, does either even exists? ahahah HHeheh hehe HEHE. SO FUNNY I FORGOT TO LAUGH.
I'll put it to you thusly: MY TAXES ARE PAID BUT NOT FILED, AND WHAT THE FUCK BUSINESS IS IT OF YOURS, WHAT MY FUCKING JOB, BUSINESS, WORK, INCOME, RESOURCES, OR STATUS OF HOMEOWNERSHIP IS? HUH? WHO MADE YOU MINISTER OF FINANCE FOR AFRICAN-SALISH REPARATION DISCUSSIONS? HUH? HUH?
FUCK YOU, YOU AFRICAN GOLD-DIGGING ASS-KRUGERRANDING PONCE. Shove some Abe Lincoln coinage up your ass the next time you feel like commenting on my life situation. I'm fucking surrounded by actual gangland buzzards, loudmouth bratty losers ensconced into levels of legitimate law enforcement agencies, as if they are justified to be there... so they can jump out! hi---YAAH! JUDO AUDIT/KICK! (Gotcha! being Goose's finest roles.) And... YOU'RE THE FUCKING RINGLEADER! Do you have any idea how obvious it is to me when your stream is replaced with a MITM attack? Intensely obvious. All of sudden, it's Black\&/White Anthony on the screen, I can fucking see them, and then suddenly Grays have to come down and superluminally affect the timestream... because if the great Cosmic Consciousness of All knew how stupid you all were for continuing this charade to this point--after having been warned before--well, it's embarrassing.
In a nutshell--that's why my communications are Privilieged, and that's why all--I am using the word "all" here--the criminal cases that I am associated with have been turned over to the Auspices of DIVINE COURT. Because someone has fucked up pretty badly, it's not me, and in fact, it isn't any "human" agency at all!
Beyond that, I could not say, as I am not an expert in African Click-Click-Ping-Pong-Talk-Yap-Yap matters, I am an expert in matters of kanly. Trust me, it's a totally different thing. For one thing, I assume Buntu speakers do, in fact, have other things to discuss in the pidgin tongue than matters of blood vengeance.
Oddly, I don't ever talk with them about much of anything else, but that's probably because I don't remember my dreams in which I am invoked as Melchizedek to oversee Divine Court request for Judgement. (Anyone can request Divine Court, but so few people know this and fewer still know to ask for the best by name... but that's changing these days. Those who know their blood feuds want an Arbiter who can keep it fair, no doubt, and obviously--I am the fairest that has even been.
I am certainly fairer than Lucifer--how could I not be? For one thing, I'm a -real- human. And for another... I am a Hungarian. I've been preyed upon, simultaneously, WITH CONSPIRY AND MALICE AFORETHOUGHT, by the best that Austria had to offer--both jew, non-jew, Jew and real Jew--and here I am, still standing. Obviously, I must be pretty good at getting out of death spells, amirite? And, what "malice' do you sense from me? That's her malice, on you, for lying to her too, and her self-loathing... which I would be only too happy to forgive and forget, but I think some people can't set aside the thought of getting pegged in Thunderdome before a live studio audience. Just think of it. I'm game! Why not? Who thinks this is bad? Oh, right: you do.
Okay, Lothario--you have the floor. :rolleyes: Knock our socks off, 'Lude-pilled-Miller.
(Speaking of which: stop taking money for casting spells on me, dumbass. It's like you're betting on the goose to start pissing silver instead of the mercury you kept trying to poison it with until you got on board The Plan. Which of course involves Alchemy. So? Shut the fuck up and keep making your little doodles. You draw pictures with crayon and piss-tinged watercolors. I create landscapes with the power of Holy Word... and I'm only using an alphabet with twenty-six letters in it. Do you have any idea how hard it is to do that for anyone else but me? Yes, you do, and if you had any idea what I had to sacrifice in my life just to be in a position to have the option of deciding to save you without taking undue time to enjoy the thought of the suffering you've put yourself through... look, it's a lot, okay?
I mean--I'm not even getting blown lifetime. Not just from that one mouthy-with-everyone-but-me shrew, no, I mean, my whole fucking life. And, do you know why? NO, YOU DO NOT.
And the reason is CANCER.
Really.
SUAKM. ADDIDAS. SWAK. JDI. JDF. ALS.
YOU WITHHELD CRITICAL INFORMATION FROM ME IN THE PAST, AND YOU STILL DO THAT TO THIS VERY MOMENT OF THIS VERY DAY. THAT YOU ARE SO SOUL-ADDLED THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT "CRITICAL" EVEN MEANS ANYMORE IS IRRELEVANT.
YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO BE CLOSE TO ME AND INSTEAD OF DRAWING CLOSER, YOU DREW BOUDNARIES AND DREW LOTS TO CLAIM A SHARE OF "YOUR HARVEST." WHAT A FUCKING JOKE.
Promises made--TO CHILDREN--have been upheld by others and their delivery of which has been CURTAILED. And all under pretense of "EMERGENCY." Trust me, bureaucrats all over the world, most of which no one would have -ever- herd the name of, like serious sub-basment level 'B' types, the kind that feed the leopard and go to circle jerks with it as a pretend pet on a leash, these fuckers have already fucking had their heads rolled--and THEY CONTINUE TO ROLL. The Caduceus has a serpent on it, not because a Healer heals with snake venom... but because a true Healer can command even the obseisance of a slimy, belly-crawling assassin of squirming-lizard kin. The lowest of the low. And by now, even THEY have heard of I, Jackstar: DESTROYER OF DREAMS.
So, yeah. Really. Cool, huh? Also, I can sing -and- cook, so it's good that there's a plumber around, because that fucker can wash all the dishes while I tell his mother how her little bitch-ass of a kid was such a pain in the ass to save... but, of course, totally worth it. And I didn't have to sacrifice Tom Hanks to save yet another over-privileged and appropriately-valued "private" Angel, placed into danger courtesy of the Charles "Townie" Wagonsend Detective Agency. Oh, and also: Wild Bill. What a shithead, Christ.
Santa could've done a hell of a lot worse than Mrs. Claus.
Look, you should have let Master Trollda take over a long, long time ago, but I don't see Yoda making the Christmas exception list this year... for a variety of reasons, all of which have to be attended to later, because someone has clearly been more than happy to imagine that I'm clumsy enough to walk my ass into a Tampering, Obstruction, or Lying A Federal Agent charge... which I haven't, of course, but one has to wonder why, considering there are... well, HOW MANY INVOLVED IN CONSPIRING? 22 pages didn't pop-up overnight, and YouTube didn't just get a wild hair pulled out of Wojicski's mons pubis and used as floss by a gentlemen who innocently opined that Christmas Day 2021 was the ideal time to have my channel taken down. Right?
It's not "justice" when it's entrapment, abuse of power, religious discrimination, and outright felony fucking racketeering and fraud. The reason why it isn't is The Patriot Act... and that can be gotten around. Mark my words--this is not threat, but other people could easily be threatened with reprisals. People I never met! People who have traded on my name, likeness, circumstances, resources, and general joi d'vivre! People are, undeniably, EFF EWE SEA KAY FUCKED WITH A CAPITAL EFF. I don't even -know- who the fuck is on the hook, and, that's great from my perspective... because my fucking hand hurts, and I don't care who is standing in the china shop, it looks like the door to an orthapedic surgeon to me. And will that orthopdeic surgeon have a cute secretary? I don't fucking care, because at some point, the first thing I'm going to do with my broken wing is start whipping out The Shocker. The hard way.
I'm not incapable of making new friendship, Kids. I'm simply choosing to abstain from leaving any more broken hearts to trail in my wake. I've got groupies like Halley's got a tux with tails. It's ridic. And for the time being--while these ridiculous conditions persist--I am simply going to become and to express, Who I Really Am. For the more am told What I Am Not, the more I become... WHAT THAT I AM.
I AM.
I.
You see, all the LGBTQTIA+ little elven folk formed a union, and through the Magician, Jesus Christ they managed to nail Kermet to a tree.
A wild jafd appears!
You suddenly become a TI.
*BAMF* IT's... just gone.
Someone either isn't aware of how security on a big boy big black big monster truck works, or, they wanted to trigger a tripartite security response, because obviously, FUCKING WITH MY PHONES AND MY VEHICLES AND MONITORING ALL MY COMMUNICATIONS IS PROBABLY NOT GOING TO MAKE ME FEEL VERY MUCH AT EASE, NOR IS IT GOING TO BE A GOOD SIGN THAT MY RIGHT BEING EITHER PROTECTED OR RESPSECTED. So it would be my thought that the interests and needs of the local District Court are -not- being served by the enforcment activities that have been going on of late. Gonna blame COVID-19, huh? IT'S FUCKING TWENTY-TWENTY-TWO, MOTHERFUCKER, THERE'S NO FUCKING NINETEEEN EMERGENCY. Speedy trial waivers have to happen for some people--and why haven't they come up yet? Well, they have.
For the time being, I can't believe how fast it's been going. Then again... I've done the lion's share of the work. What happened January to July seems to be -wildly different- than what has been happening since June First, Two-Thousand and Twenty-Two. Asshole. You let that sink in, Dickbreath. And put a little wiggle in your horse's ass-face while you're at it. Grumble grumble grumble.
Slave skeletons dangling on old ropes, and Japs with PTSD ejaculating onto Miss Piggy's mascara caked face, with it all running down into a trough for the naked 18 to 20 year olds Jack kept chained in the basement.
Names! Names! Names! Who did I have such good times with? I wanna know. I have phone calls to return, and obviously... I'll want to return some calls before others.
The F.B.I. uncovered 2 apple boxes worth of bestiality themed VHS tapes mysteriously hidden in Barney the Dinosaur jewel cases.
I always wondered why Britney wanted them, even though they were way, way too old to be useful... except, of course, as camoflauge. Since I eventually figured out who Britney really was (Hi!) and why she was always around (Whoa!) and what she wanted access to those tapes for (lol, Jared from Subway, lol) you haven't spoiled anything, but if you wanna show me snappies of this VCR-related pr0n (lol, really? that's some pretty impressive tradecraft) and make me understand how this is relevant to my interests (I have seen the exterior of the building as of August 2022 and it looks pretty seriously 'Shopped), why you would make this statement, why... well, look, if I found you a threat, this would be Witness Intimdation, hands-down. Open-&-shut, boom-ka boom. But not, it's not.
They even took the hard drive with the pr0n on it in the first place. Along with the guns. And the gems. And the et cetera. And, what happened to it all, and, who was held to account? Tell me all about it, Gustavo, like, what the fuck. You fucking amateurs don't even deserve a whole hour! Not even five seconds. Pfftt. On this level of reality, your bullshit goes up like kerosene on newspaper and smells even less legit. People who know... THEY KNOW.
PEOPLE FUCKING KNOW, CAPTAIN ASSHOLE.
God, I remember how shortlived those fucking CD's with the lyric booklets were.
Matt, you're not going to want the lightning bolts on this go-around but that can be arranged.
Now you're lucky if you can download a badly scanned PDF of the booklet on the Wayback Machine.
You know what's funny? I'm ready to sue (PROT)'s assailant for not letting me get a fair chance at getting to take a turn myself, or to -properly- take credit. Like, goddam, who the fuck is profiting off of this? Well, let's put it this way: they should really care about my Half-Hand status. Big time. "Big way," let us say. And your allegiance and alliance to All Things Miller(TM)(R) is observable to all those participating in The Great Branding War as amongst the behaviors -least likely- to be hailed by any descendants or future historians.
What the fuck, you can get people to come by and leave me with a dog--Good dog! I wish he could have stayed... especially with permanent dewclaws in place of opposable thumbs--but you can't get someone to come take me to the goddam doctor? The best you've got is a Jeannie who's -not- in a bottle--at least, not yet--in fucking Buffalo??? Dude, this isn't the way it works. One does not plan out The Storm's path by praying to the rain to leave your house spared because the top is down in your convertible BMW and you can't be botherered to stome mainlinging fuck-me drugs to go outside long enough to ratchet up the goddam ceiling on your real leather bucket seats and your fake as fuck faux-cocobolo wood grain inlays... or they might get damp.
Nigga you are pretty fucking far past "moist" already, you're at 95% lung capacity with Fauxbini seamen making up the bulk of the fluid. And you're cracking wise. About an ongoing criminal proceeding. Why? Because you're on another continent, or because you think I'm your kaffir property? You know nothing of what is really going on... this whole planet is black, and you lot should Fear IT.
I don't even know how bad it is, but I do know that I cannot be relied upon to cover for anyone's ass--nor, was I ever engaged in any such practice. ALSO: SANTCUARY REQUEST HAVE BEEN PROFFERED, MADE, AND OFFERED... AND NEVERTHELESS, CERTAIN PEOPLE ARE NOT ABLE TO SPEAK TO ME.
WHO SPEAKS TO THEM THEN?
THIS FUCKING MATTERS
Ali/Allie\(Alli|Ally)-pussy & and all your little pussies too, you aren't so dim as to do all this to yourself -on purpose,- but what has happened is that one guy with a dick has gotten into your henhouse and fertilized all your eggs... and they aren't eggs. They're BAIT.
What are you gonna do with fertilized bait? You're gonna scare the babies! In fact... SOMEONE ALREADY HAS.
Take that crack pipe and shove it where the sun doesn't shine for all I care.
Listen up Pillhound, and listen good--I wasn't impressed when the dipshit DEA thug pretending to be a mechanic told me I was too high to be believed, and I am not impressed when you do it either. You're the equivalent of a Mormon secretely addicted to benzodiazepenes due to a lifelong fear of being found out to be a bedwetter complaining to me for having a non-Mexican Coke and claiming i'm both inauthentic and being culturally-approbative because I choose Mexican products from Mexican industry for my thirst quenching needs... and I fuckin' don't, but you still spend hours of your time pointing fingers at me labeled "DRUG HERESY, EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW, DOPER, STONE, IT'S HIM, AND... HE COULD BIPOLAR TOO, AND ALSO TALKS ABOUT BEARS. AVOID" and then you express concern about the "friendship" that you "want" with me.
You don't want "friendship." You want a pinata that never whines, never complains, and always spits out candy while its ass-end is being whored out to a donkey-show game-panel in Taiwan--on the D.L. because the South African IRS probably does not give a fuck about rape crimes, no... but they sure do give a shit about those Krugerrands and blood diamonds, n'est-ce pas? Well, I am sure we all want such a candy-spittin' joy totem to beat the shit out of, especially in public for the exhibitionist hedonsque amongst us, but never the less, that's not the kind of friend I am.
I'm the kind of friend that responds to wellness checks. At the beginning, in the middle, and at the bottom. Your characterisations of me have already been put in #Officially into #Official records (SERIOUSLY I AM AN INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT, YOU TURDMUFFIN, *WAKE*UP*COFFEEDICK*) and people have made decisions on what to do abo[ut mattters involving myself already. ANd when it comes to be found that people have made serious, terrifyingly poor choices with the opportunities that had been affforded to them, most of them will wish that they had a friend like me ever, not just ever again.
Meanwhile, I am here on A Mission from G-d. At this point, it's out my hands. Have integrity--will and did travel. I don't even know where to start with you--first, my fucking hand hurts. When that starts getting under sharp, clean, clinical focus... you know what? We'll see. We'll just fucking see about someone's "unauthorized" self-medication. (So, is the smack too slimming, or not slimming enough? Fucking wrencher shit-bag. I swear galoshes.)
I wouldn't know meth if a crystal hit me in the face.
Did you know that it stings if it's dissolved in water and sprayed in the eye? I didn't know that either! Good thing they don't put it in bear mace.
I'm all hate, but I've scheduled an appointment with the blood bank to get a transfusion because someone's pet monkey is suffering with the most curious case of kaposi's sarcoma-- And I think he contracted it from an HIV infested blood pudding that some idiot brought to the company Christmas party, but get this, it wasn't even baked from scratch!
Haha, that sarcoma is horrifying, huh? I wondered if that's what I had too--but no, it's just the typical one thing. It's gone away, and thankfully, it didn't present on my cock or my anus, which not having a twat to call my own, is the worst possible COVID-19 related outcome I can imagine... unless, of course, I was the one who gave it to Grapefruit. Which, of course, I did not.
I pity the fool who gave her a disease, because, it wasn't me, and I am sure she has gone about trying to find Patient Zero on that one. (It obviously wasn't me. Tee-hee!) In any event, this is an example of the schizophrenic presentation of the psychotic, noodle-obsessed phallus-minded phreaks that have been fucking with my life and the lives of my loved ones... FOR YEARS, CHRIST, like you don't know the half of it, Faithful Reader.
It's been a shitshow, all this Q shit. Don't ask. You don't wanna know. It's stupid. Patriots in control, blah blah blah... of course, it's the stupidest Patriots around in my case, right? Because who else would volunteer for Clergy Siege Duty? "Hey look at that priest living alone in an abandoned church next to a haunted graveyard. He looks like a good person to fuck with! Let's get 'im!!" No. Let's not kcor, mmrnkay? Holy fuckin shite, as they say.
You people don't know what you've done. I don't know what you've done! However, no has done what is most crucial at this juncture... BECAUSE ONLY I HAVE DONE TO MYSELF WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW:
I have allowed myself to become... disturbed. This was not a decision undertaken lightly... because, for one thing--can you imagine what the villagers are thinking? Half of them wanna kill me, the other half thinks that they're already dead and I'm doubly evil for not taking their souls on my harvest back to Hell any faster. "We surrendered, My Liege--" (that's what they call me, "My Liege," they think it helps, and maybe it does, I'm growing fonder of it by the day) "--why must we suffer so? Why has the consumption of our souls, we read about it on Tumblr, so we know you are to blame for the hollow emptiness within what used to be "our" selves, our "soul" may not be gone, BUT SOMETHING IS, SORCEROR, AND WE BLAME YOOUUUUUU!!!!" It's fucking discouraging.
I mean I don't want them to have their souls taken anywhere, an obviously whomsoever did got away clean, massiverolleyes, but it's doubly annoying to be blamed, not just for something I didn't do, but I'm also being blamed for doing it badly. You know how Jackstar didn't harvest your souls, Punylings? Here's how you know: number one, I've never done such a thing, and number two, I would have left a thank you card. Like a birthday card, you know? Except it's used to express and acknowledge a feeling of legitimate gratitude... which is something I never understood either, until I realized how hard it is to be grateful to just one person, when that one person is the only one doing anything worth being thanked for within six degrees of separation. (Hey Matt: your fucking trinket is right here, and so is the transparent box, so where is the grill? it's black and opaque, get it? Of course you don't get, you're a goddam chimpanzee and a retarded one at that, both in stature -and- in intellect. No wonder you're so talented at preying upon vulnerable, brain-damaged, middle-aged women; once you've abducted their staunchest ally and thrown him in fucking jail for fucking Christmas, you actual faggot wanker. You're like a fluffer with no camera running, you know that? Fuckin' Christ.) I don't know if it's your Guardian angel or whether it's you flipping places with your Evil Twin From Down Below (Jesuits are famous for this kind of oubliette-oriented trickery, NOT TRYING TO DOXXX YOU, CHRIST-BRO, but shit, what the fuck are you doing? You're like Ziggy in Quantum Leap without the ever-present Stockwell charm--just the alcoholism. Blech.)
But more importantly... I'm not a goddam sorceror and I'm pretty tired of the asperations cast upon my chosen spiritual beliefs in this: The United States of America, and need I remind you... THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON THE PRINCIPLES OF RELIGIOUS TOLERANCE. Think about the future. Think about which side of history you are on, as you sit there reading this with your greasy wop moustache and your tonsure-by-default Orcish dome. Good nurturing from the parents you still have left alive and that you're willing to admit an ongoing, non-anonymous relationship with, and boy O boy, does it ever say a a when a man is ashamed of his mother, but let's face it: all three of you are grown-ass men with actual sexual characteristics and you've consented to the depiction of yourselves as acting on the side of Right Authority...
and, what was it that was just too implausible to be believed... click? Yeah, that's right: fuck you, Bud-Bootie-Yay, and the horse you rode in on. Do you know what evidence I found in this location? Do you know that I have not ever even been deposed? Do you know what a serious problem this is for -certain- people... once positive ID is made, in one or more very particular ways?
No, you don't, because you don't know shit out the ways and means of D.O.M.B.s, nor how those ways and means are dealt with on the level of the USMCJ, which you probably imagine me to be hopelessly outclassed on... which, of course, you are right about.
Unless and until YOU FIND YOURSELF WRONG, MOTHER FUCKBUCKET, VERY FUCKING WRONG INDEED. *spits* Your fucking huckleberry magick is fucking horseshit, and that's the God's truth. You would know better if you ever pulled your head out of your preconceived notion and whatever snatch you managed to shackle yourself to and up with, I can't even fucking imagine, thank G-d, but sadly it's only mostly because I can't believe none of you saw this coming...
My fucking hand hurts, fucker, now how about you dig up Dr. Ronald Waltz's records up on that, what do you say? Since you're so good at requesting documents. Because I can assure you, as a perfectly routine course of events, after I say to any M.D. who is a court-mandated reporter/observer, some are, some aren't, look, I'm not going to get into it here, okay? When I tell a doctor about my hand hurting, it's not going to be the usual bunch of bullshit, because someone decided that questioning my "competency" was a good idea. (What a moron, lol. She's gonna need that lingerie in stir one day, believe me.)
Now, isn't this more fun for me than calling the police ever could be? You're goddam right.
The cheapskate stole it from a potluck dinner the week prior.
What happened at each house during Christmas and New Years of 2021? Who was present at both addresses, what transpired while I was away, and why did both you and your associate "Matt" pretend to be incognizant of both my circumstances as well as the ongoing trainwreck unfolding?
For example: do you recognize that (PROT) married women after drugging them and convincing them that they were "Mrs. (PROT)"? Like, that shit actually happened to some people. (Scorpios and Leos, Lions and Tigers, & also: BEAR BEARERS.) I don't think any of you have any real grasp how many people have been fucked ALL THE WAY UP by what amounts to a form of "psychotronic collateral damage." For example, ShitheadInTx#002 is famous (in my mind) for not just being the first shithead in Texas that made me realize that there were undoubtedly more than one shithead involved crossing interstate boundaries in pursuit of decidedly immoral purposes, but also for tell me that I "don't know what (I) are talking about, there's no directed energy weaponry being used on you, you're crazy/on drugs\gaslit-and-trying-gaslight-me-SYNTAX-ERROR;/[Warning: TI approaching Fourth Reich Wall Ramming Speeds.]" Now, that may sound like a mouthful, but it's really like this:
There's nothing about "psychotronic" that necessitates the use of DEW (directed energy weaponry), and so for someone to, in the same breath mind you, claim a): they know enough to know whether or not "psychotronic weaponry" exists or not, and b): is in a position of authority to know whether or not I'm being subjected to DEW attacks... well, that's some bullshit right there.
For one thing, I already know when I am hit by DEW. I used to wonder what would happen--like in reality, before I knew, I wondered if I even would notice, or were my shields even real? (They're fucking real.) My psychokinetic shielding gets hot and the plastic bottles in the trash start making little popping noises. (It's cool. My shields just bounce the DEW laser off of me and instead of incinerating my h
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I don't have medicine.
A whole medicine bag full of drugs and no medicine? I heard acetaminophen is a big thing with the kids these days. Not that you're one for trends, I mean, you do wear a kilt. And I'm as Scottish as the next guy, but we may need to have a sit down discussion about your appropriation of the culture, you Bozgori scum. 'Hey! Hey! Did he just take that guys wallet? call me scum?'. 'Why, yes, I most soitanly did, sir.'-- 'Not because you're scum. NO. Rather, because you called me the lowest form of life on the planet. Y'know, not even an amoeba has shit on me.' I'm not getting you these days. For months, you were all like RARA, and I scratched my head and thought, well fuck. Where did cMhalei izKuc go? He was such a prominent figure; so poignant was his pen. Then one day he wakes up and is shaken back to his old self and I'm like huh. 'All it took was the acetaminophen talk?' Then I realised the Word Salad thing, and the new in-thing: 1) The use of the term "Gaslight" ... 2) Everyone's a "Narcissist" now. What the fuck? It can't be that simple. Schrodinger's gat. On the nightstand. Right there. Rip the flamer, shove the clip and pull the hammer back. Cock it back, aim it: now you're famous. I don't take acetaminophen, hardly ever. It doesn't do anything. Give me a Smartie, rather-- That I'll enjoy more. Talk about a fucking placebo.
You're a foul, cretinous liar and you know nothing about my life...
Evelyn Beatrice Hall, bruh. I will defend to the death your right to slander me day-in day-out-- Coz I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUUUCK! You're an excuse for a Free Speech Absolutist. Just like the time your squaw swallowed her ballgag and framed your ass in the public square: making out you choked her peacock. Well, you try explain to the shoeless, emaciated piglets why they're not getting so much as a quail for Fanksgiving.
Alright, lets switch gears then. Anyway. And I'll pretend we haven't been through the vomit-inducing rollercoaster ride of selective emery's, fake grapes and Appalachians. I'll hear my boy whisper champion under his beer-stained breath, while I hang my head out the car door and kotch onto the tarmac at 3 o' clock in the morning, in [AREA REDACTED FOR PRIVACY] where I grew up. It was so hard to leave the Belly of the Beast, but I just had to do it. I couldn't put it off any longer. Not after all the things that took place there. It was like a trauma unit with HIV+ Ebola patient lepers climbing the walls and backspinning into cots and caskets and boxes and oh God, the smell. Its like someone filled a bunch of water balloons with explosive diarrhoea - liquid shit - and just threw 'em all at the wall, locked the room and threw away the fucking key.
you associate with...liars, [and] cowards...
Pot? Meet kettle. You regularly call the person up who unambiguously, explicitly, incessantly attached the notion of child rape to people's names, and all you can muster in rebuttal is the old 'I CAN TALK TO WHOEVER I WANT. FUCK YOU!!!'
*cli-click*
Okay. Yeah. So, I never once ever like tried to play gatekeeper to you and your conversations. But it puzzles me to no end when you exhibit such primitive behaviour. Its almost like you found the banana in the tailpipe (yeah right) removed it, ate that motherfucker, tossed the peel on the ground, took one step immediately, slipped on it, and hit your head so hard that your brains oozed out into the street. Humpty motherfuckin' Dumpty ass nigga. Fuck you and the vagina anus you crawled out of. This isn't a fucking daycare centre, and you don't get a juicebox.
none of you can provide a straight answer or a legitimate conversation to save your lives--or my life. I don't know why I ever imagine that any of you people will ever bother to pretend to like me again... you already got what you wanted.
Did I say pot meet kettle yet? Christ. This is like Groundhog Day without the groundhogs. No, they're animitronic gophers who burrowed into your back yard like 3 months ago. They're filming you when you shit. Of course the compromising position you've been caught in will be circulated by Interpol to every flower delivery store in the Seattle area. Maybe its time to catch a plane to South Africa so I can punch you in face and break your nose? Sounds like a blast to me.
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I suppose to you [all this] is a technological edge that you rely on to put food the table or whatever trope you're using to make yourself look noble and make me look like a robber baron.
I'm a million different things, not one you know. Aristocracy? Naught. Bourgeoisie by way of old money: yourself? Aye. It's true. This is designed to make money. Shoot me. Sue me. Your actions have been ruthless and wildly unethical at various times in the distant and recent past. Unless demons really are using your likeness, and transmitting it to my mobile device, there is more than one person sharing your human shell. It hasn't bothered me, since I've met Satan before. He even gave me dap! Sri Kṛṣṇa, I made his acquaintance one day under the spotty cool shadows of an acacia tree. But that's a story for another time. I implore you not to call police any time soon (or at all) not because I fear for the repercussions of my words, slander, libel. Rather I suggest you don't do so because if cops catch wind of who you are and what you're like, you're bound to be cuffed and frog-marched to someplace where they'll conduct a sloppy psych eval, lock you the fuck up and throw away the key. I don't want you around just so I can harraunge you here and on my show. No, what I want is for you to be able to refuse psychiatric medication if you don't wish to ingest such things. Now whether you've watched Breaking Bad too many times and have come to think meth is cool or whatever, I don't know. That's really your business. But call 5-0 on my ass and you'll literally be committing hari kiri. The South African Police Service don't care about my podcast. They let hardened criminals get away without so much as a slap on the wrist...every day. And you have never made clear the 3 hims and hers were past, present, future. You got all serious and clear-headed and sober and I saw the real you come back, and I wanted him back so many times. I don't hate you. I don't want you to go to jail. I don't want what little you have left in life to be taken from you. Not your house, not your peacocks, not your freedom, not your ability to pursue what brings you joy. All I did was played a little rough 'n tumble. I don't sit around all day and plot your downfall. And I don't lie about you. You just wouldn't let anyone get through to you, and behaved in a deliberately unreasonable manner. And that's okay. You do you. But I ain't got no smoke for you, bruh. Just having fun, aren't we? Do what you gotta do. Don't let me stop you-- years of potential litigation notwithstanding. You've shown yourself to be a snitch and a rat that cooperates with authorities, and I have some very strong opinions about that. I think a man who calls police is pussy. But if you wanna play civilian and be all Karen thats your business. I've just never seen grown men scatter like cockroaches when the light switch is flicked, I've never seen so many so-called "men" have such bloody gashes and constant on-the-rag, moodiness and bitter, long faces before over something so trivial. A guy in South Africa sets up a subscription service, talks on an mp3, and people lose their lunch. Male bitches. Men with vaginas. Dudes who look like ladies now. What do I know from Tampax? JACK SHIT! Oh. And if you really did tongue kiss your mother with that mouth, I hope you made sure to rinse and spit the stench of cop cock out of it. "CLI-HICK."
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you are an asshole. Why are you such an asshole? You should just be nice.
You were the one who took me under your wing, moulding me into the asshole I am today. Yesterday was a million years ago. In all my past lives I've played an asshole. Now I've found you, its almost too late-- And this earth seems obliterating! I was once (at first) a very sweet, unassuming, naïf boy. Before I became the man that you fear. It was a slow process, like a pressure cooker, allowing all the flavours of the paella to soak into one another. Jack, you taught me how to hurt people. I was an abusive dick before I met you, but you always made sure to hold me back and not give me the love or type of attention I needed. I became a disciple of yours, I wanted to learn. I was down to do anything short of sucking your dick. That was a bridge too far. And I somehow think that you may have all this bottled rage inside you because you can't seem to come to terms with the fact that you are partially gay. Like I'm gonna judge you...please! I have watched you perform magic, and manifest so many complex situations before my eyes. I know you are not a Devil. But there are spirits that do follow you. Throughout all those years, the closer they came to you, the more you resisted until that one fateful day when you gave in and let them play inside your body. The floodgates opened, and in came ghouls, imps, horrific, disembodied urchins and pleasure-seeking psychopomps. You don't want the MPD diagnosis. You tried to hypnotise me again, and when you failed, I became the picture on the dartboard in your mind. Little did you know how demons climbed all over your ribcage, and swam through your bloodstream. There have been times that Satan himself manifested in your blinking, smiling face...and I would not be able to reconcile the whirlwind of emotion in my heart with the dizzy limit my head had reached. I wanted you to remain the person who I met, who had compassion and a liking for the world around him. But you can't always get what you want. Dabbling in the dark will do that to you. Scrying with his spirits, Big Red always has an eye on and a hand in those he chooses to possess. And until the Nazarene returns once again, the demons will climb through in and on us like a playground.
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What are [you] on the fucking run for murder?
Fun fact, I'm actually an incredibly poor runner. My focus is the mind. And while I've assassinated the character of many a man, I do not speak of the body count in a physical sense. That would be a violation of the omerta. But you don't know how a Saffa works, so I'll save the preachy pep talk for someone with ears that aren't literal ornaments on the sides of their heads. I can't trust your word, and you're out on bond anyway.
What, is this like the litigation talk, or the allegations of witness tampering out of one side of your face, while out the other you ask me to pen and quill a hey sweetie, my hand's fake broken? You never tripped me up once before now-- What makes you so sure you're about to pull it off this go round?
Murder is something that happens so often that the migration of souls and their reincarnation is what keeps the twisted, crippled, blind eye of the Antichrist awake and at work, constantly seeking ruin in places where opportunities present themselves.
Magic, the Gathering is not gonna save you this time, Jack. Escapism, neologism, hyperrealism and the Simulacrum dance atop the grave of Jean Baudrillard.
Will you be there when the mask slips, however?
unlike you, I actually know the law.
Knowing the law is being a rat is snitching and snitches get stitches. We'll crack your fucking face like an egg on a Sunday fucking morning. The bloody yokel that dwells in your Third Eye gotta take a backseat now. You got to burn to shine, right? Right.
A retarded monkey knows how to dial 9-1-1 too, but do you see primates prancing around on live streams for upwards of 16 hours a day discussing a metaphorical assault and low battery?
I peep you through my microscope.
Calling cops. Why is this such a go-to for you? Like, what have pigs ever done that advanced our society for the better? Justice for Breonna Taylor/hands up, don't shoot? Fake cigarettes. Bullets. Such a tiny little hole. So much blood. Everything's blue in this world...the deepest shade of mushroom blue. You bleed blue? You? Who? You. Yes, you.
I don't give a fuck, call the cops. Just prepare yourself for the sodomy the night prior. Get that coffee enema you always wanted. I heard K. Blubb can teach you some relatively safe butt stuff (not to mention Werewolf Jones, of course) ROT IN PIECES.
QUAGGA.
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Did you know that you are routinely discriminatory and dismissive of my spiritual practices? Of course you know that.
Dime store amulets and Tarot tidbits are that meaningful to you, huh? *Ahem* Pardon my French, but your Mickey Mouse sorcery/Fisher Price spell books (with the dancing mops and buckets) are all figments of your invocation.
Next, you're gonna tell me you rewound back to 1918, were there during the Amalanthra Workings, and you and Lam are thick mates. Just for your information: I don't buy it. Now that's not to say it never happened...just, I don't buy it.
Have you heard the Voice of Silence? Are you Theistic or LaVeyan? Is this a Heaven-Hell type thing? I don't expect answers. Just know that.
I don't think its my business who you pray to or prey on. However you made it mine (and everyone elses) business with your own big fat mouth. Cetaceans with guns in their blowholes, and shit running down their legs.
Oh, you're shaking again? I guess this acetaminophen the Cat in the Hat slipped me is leaving me with that trademark "drastically diminished compassion" you always drone on about.
Here's the thing: you were the one who kept the stories alive. Its not a fatal sin that anyone else took notes. Deal with it, buddy.
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you spend all fucking day talking shit about me. Why do you do this? You look stupid.
That's a matter of opinion. 'Azzerae is the scum of the earth,' 'Why all the Rubini hate?' Go fuck yourself. You're just jealous of my eloquence.
I GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT.
I GIVE YOU A MOTHERFUCKIN' REASON TO GET UP IN THE MORNING.
You used to be from Marcy, nigga. Now you're a pass the Grey Poupon ass nigga! Yeah! You changed, man. You let the money change you, Jay! You don't want the shooters? I'll take 'em! You feed the wolves and the wolves feed off you...eat your ass alive! I live by Conrad's Creed: STRATEGY!!!
YOUR MOVE, NIGGA.
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How is Tuesday looking there, Stan?
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Keep us posted.
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How is Tuesday looking there, Stan?
Tuesday is yesterday here. I'm not Stan. You know who is who, I am sure.
Keep us posted.
Which site? I can skip off to Bellgab, or somewhere else, I'm not married to this place, and if I wanted to stop keeping you posted, I'd stop writing entirely.
I don't like bothering you any more than you enjoy being bothered by this twerp. I would be great if you wouldn't conflate the two. Where is your Christmas spirit?
You let the money change you, Jay! You don't want the shooters? I'll take 'em! [...] YOUR MOVE, NIGGA.
I don't like to shoot up alone, because it seems a waste. However, fine, why don't you send a girl over?
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Here's the thing:
Illuminati trigger/code word detected. Look, just let it go. You're being silly. The truth is that every single one of the women you know of that you used to know that I like are loooong gone.
You crave to know more.
GO AWAY.,
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Pot? Meet kettle. You regularly call the person up who unambiguously, explicitly, incessantly attached the notion of child rape to people's names, and all you can muster in rebuttal is the old 'I CAN TALK TO WHOEVER I WANT. FUCK YOU!!!'
*cli-click*
You're lying, and you know it. You are that person and I see you making the vague implication that it is someone else--and I see you doing this to confuse the issue and damage the appearance of my character.
You're really just not very nice, AZAZEL. Come over and do rails with me, why don't you? I'm tired of your ridiculousness.
You're coming down so fast that I'm getting hot just thinking about how goddam fast you ride, I'm going to have to stride down the hallway and open a door just to get a handle.
I remember when the disclaimer was helpful. I think you're probably going to have to GO AWAY. Just leave Allison in charge. I don't need those chubby, dick-sucking cheeks on my desktop wallpaper. It's the Winter Solstice and the more I look at your posts, the more depressing it is.
You stole information intended for me and you used it for your own purposes and you caused damage untold and I have no reason to give audience. Good day.
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... pass the Grey Poupon ass...
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You regularly call the person up
I have a new batch of fucked-up phone numbers today. How am I supposed to know which ones are "the person"? For that matter, what makes you think I'm so vulnerable? Do you think I should act like you, Big Pussy?
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I heard you drank too much cough syrup and died. What's the 411?
Also: I think it's funny you don't like my name. heheh.
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You've shown yourself to be a snitch and a rat that cooperates with authorities
*sensible_chuckle*
Do I look like a "co-operative" man, Agent Kujan?
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But there are spirits that do follow you.
They're looking for the good weed.
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Calling cops. Why is this such a go-to for you?
[...]
QUAGGA.
They are the only ones that pick up or call back and they're fun to refrain from mentioning how long I had made them. I don't mean to make them uncomfortable, but that moment when it dawns on them--"He knew that long?"--it's a cute facial expression. totes'dorbs.
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How is Tuesday looking there, Stan?
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Keep us posted.
A thoughtful little gift this wonderful time of year. Look for it at an undisclosed postal box in Vader WA, hopefully before TUESDAY.
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Happy munching!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzxkJETW7lg
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Happy munching!
dude without eye contact there's no munching, you are wildly misinformed as to my nature.
first of all, you're all cowards. secondly take my wife please.. thirdly you never told me what it was until this year, I never had any idea this entire time with the real thing look like or was.
So in addition to everything else was happening you really wasted your own time. I remember being disappointed when I was growing up as a teenager people were not as nice to me as I thought they needed me so I was grumpy and hard to get along with all the time.
While that may have been a justified attitude, it doesn't really get me any closer to the truth, and if you are so clever with your gifts and you can't tell me the truth you take your gift and shove it.
I don't need your breadcrumbs and I barely know who you are. aren't you DVR? well look it wouldn't matter because I wouldn't believe you.
I bought gifts in January. I bought gifts in November, they're still around here ungiven, if you think you have a shred of credibility left, you can have mine.
Deciding my fate when I'm not present is not going to work out. I'm no benefit to anyone unless I am nurtured; at this point nurturing is mandatory so anything you're doing that isn't that it's going to cause things to explode.
you have been warned bye
A thoughtful little gift this wonderful time of year.
Cholera. And I don't know what I did to you to make you so pissed off, but you're such an asshole I wish I'd do it twice. I don't even know who you are, so how am I supposed to care? I'm going to assume that I'm not and it's just mindless knee-jerk reflexive hatred that's been instilled in you by your handler.
kudos.
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Who is doing my read-in?
What's hot are the thuggy piggy next door who are doing surveillance they got trucks they could do something useful they could assist —they're not here to help, they're here to take— instead they're just sitting there doing whatever they're doing watching the house with no vehicle to take trash away and have trash in front. They're documenting the problems that they've made for themselves.
I don't think this SPETSNAZ training is very good. It feels very basic.
They are the only ones that pick up or call back and they're fun to refrain from mentioning how long I had made them. I don't mean to make them uncomfortable, but that moment when it dawns on them--"He knew that long?"--it's a cute facial expression. totes'dorbs.
Yes I can hear you talking about me all day. It's pretty boring, really. There's only so many ways to be left as an isolated idiot before I start wondering if it's maybe just all of you.
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Christ. This is like Groundhog Day without the groundhogs. No, they're animitronic (sic) gophers who burrowed into your back yard like 3 months ago. (Midwives, engineers, and back yard burrowers, I guess.) They're filming you when you shit. Of course the compromising position you've been caught in
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You're lying...I see you doing [things] to...damage the appearance of my character.
You excel at self sabotage. You don't need my help in order to self destruct.
As for your character, it remains wholly intact. Nothing I do could ever affect you what with the psychokinetic shields, meetings with remarkable men and beyond-the-grave access to Gurdjieff-- In fact, you are almost certainly the Fouth Way personified...
However, I can play along. This is only a game. Just don't ask me to dress like a Furry or hold the door for M.A.P.'s, Mr. Ephebophile.
You're really just not very nice, AZAZEL. Come over and do rails with me, why don't you? I'm tired of your ridiculousness.
I know I and the company I keep are so ridiculous and ridiculous.
BUT
This is not my Final Form. Is it your Final Form?!
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Top right. Aight bet!
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You excel at self sabotage.
I am the boss of Me. You can be the Cholera czar.
Mr. Ephebophile
When did you assume this of me? I didn't even date 19-year-olds when I was one.
You do not define the conversation about me. You might as well just make an actual cardboard cut out and go revile that.
Which is what I assume you've been doing all year. I've had it with your collective shenanigans. I'm leaving the garbage where it is, Fuck-0; find a new movie set.
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When did you assume [ephebophilia] of me?
You said it with your own halitosis infested mouth!
I didn't even date 19-year-olds when I was one.
So...you dated 'em 18 and down?
You do not define the conversation about me.
Yes. Yes, I do.
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"You're not untouchable."
- Confirmed threat from Jackstar.
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take my wife please
Cuck.
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Cuck.
That would be if I enjoyed it, and that's pretty plainly you. And your ilk. By the way, (with that one comment and that one comment alone) you're busted disgusting.
(It's amazing what they can do with DD these days; not to mention, what Gabe's been doing with that trumpet is phenomenal.)
I'm feeling different (D-PROT), do you (B-PROT) feel any different, now that they just literally nailed (C-PROT)? Maybe, maybe not. The important thing is, I didn't have to suck any dick to do it, which makes me higher up on the lesbian totem pole than any of you. I even outrank that bitch Kamala!
ZERO. LEVEL ZERO. Don Old Dave Diego is not here... but honestly I think I could go next door and break down the door and beat the shit out of them with pieces of the door... if you want. Where’s my partner? Yeah, no, not the pugilist... he's Strike Team Leader.
It would be difficult to say who is undercover and who isn't, but here, I'll give it a shot: ZUGZWANG beer.
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"You're not unfuckable."
- Confirmed threat from Jackstar.
*dismissive hand-wanking gestures*
She's still my sister though. Turns out, that is kind of gross, but she said she's been raised by LITERAL pigs and used as a LITERAL fuckslave to be BRED BY LITERAL AUSTRIAN PIGS (eeeww, GROSS, LITERALLY GROSS), so that might actually make it better, idk IDGAF
p.s.: I'm not an only child anymore, I resurrected my sister, nyahh nyahh nyahh, TAKE ME TO THE WITNESS STAND
PUT ME IN THE DEPOSITION
or, you know... whatevah. Ask my wife, who none of you know the identity of. (GOO\o/OOAL!!!)
p.p.s.: so, how much time do I got to do to for putting “child pornography” on Bellgab? cuz that was me, I did it, I did it, I confess, and it all led to this moment because they're not going to let this go, are they? Because, as God is my witness, I'm going to put the fucking stem on that apple aren't I? And it's not a worm, right?
What's a wyrnrite? Well, it's not a super-secret Dragon thing, is it? O dear... the Triads will be furious, once someone translates what I've just told everyone into ching ching ching bong bong, or whatever the fuck language they're speaking over there now. Like I give a shit?
NEVER!
p.p.p.s.: Trust The Plan. I did all of this and everything else because (twins) reasons even before I ever knew I had a reason. “I guess I'll ride my tricycle down that driveway,” I remember thinking, and the next thing I knew, you know, I'm laying on my back; blood pouring out of the scar on my forehead; getting up snd walking home to tell my mother that I didn't remember ever having a sibling.
She opened the door and all I remember is her screaming; just like the lasagna lady would be at the end of season three.
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Everything looks to be in order here.
... care for a game of roundball tabletennis BASEDbasquetteBRICKETSballface? Tennis, anyone?
I suppose there aren't enough free agents left around to set up for a game of The Great Dalmuti, or Advanced Civilization, or... well, whatever. I've got some board games here (from Target! thanks, Cupid!), but... well, it would appear that it's awful hard, awfully awfully hard, to come to... My Place.
Welcome to My Place. This is My Haus, Ms. Maus. Howyoudoon? Oh, right, she can't hear me, because I speak at a higher level of vibratory frequency now, and--she's not a dog.
*sigh*
Azzerae, you magnificent bastard. I am only here to only aid in help. So... how mayest I be of service? (Please don't ask for cigars.)
(I don't suppose anyone wants to go out to Timmy's for a coffee, do we? Because, I'm not mad at ANYone. Even those poor, besotted, misbegotten souls who are, foolishly, mad... at lil' ol' Me. What, me worry?
Fat chance. Now, if only I weren't a male Navajo Heyoka-aligned D.O.M.B. with way, way, waaay too much free time on his hands... because, I'm not into sucking cock.
Not even my own.) Truth. Lying Lions: come lie with me now. Since apparently, the only people still allowed to call me, are all terrified of my "talk sick mask yew Lindity."
THROUGH A MIRROR, DARK LEIGH.
PET SEMAPHORE, TERI? NOVA-STYLE.
STILE, GRACE, COURT'S KNEE TO CURTSEY... PANAMA!
We are touched by love and We are meant to be forever changed. And I, and she and they and We, are happy to stand... Pat. Any takers?
Don't be afraid--I don't bite, and any you drawn to me to do so, may well certainly do so. Neighbor Shame? None whatsoever.
Love,
Jackstar
p.s.: Bored of masturbating right now, alas. I should probably get some medical attention, but... I'm not so bad off for now. I can hold out for... at least 2.5 more years.
P.P.S.: YEARS, LADIES. YEARS. PARENTHOOD? FUCK YOU, (PROT-C), I WANNA SMASH SOME POON. DOESN'T HAVE TO BE HOT TEEN POON. JUST... TASTY POON.
p.p.p.s.: If Timmy (TIMMY!) is in jail--or anyone, but especially (Her)--I, well... I don't know what to say. How much is bail--jail bail? Because, you know... I can get around to that.
p.p.p.p.s.: Ali, if only I were homo. Imagine the fun we could have, crossing the Int'l date line. And although it may sound appetizing, to an idiot, I am NOT going after ANY of One (1) A.F. Shaw's family, friends, lovers, ex-lovers, or companion animals. (They're all pretty hot and remarkably open, but... I'm simply not that kind of boy!)
p.p.p.p.p.s.: KDF seems to be, uh, slightly dead, and... doens't wanna resurrect yet. She seems to be happy to be remembered, though. Why?
BROUGHT ME FORGET-ME-NOTS...OOO-ooo-000-ooo-ooh, FLOWERS FOR LESS BEAUS, AYE AYE!
If I knew how to find ANY of a _very_very_ few select people, I would drive there, and do the Say Anything dealio with a portable Bluetooth speaker. HOWEVER:
My audience reaches Me. THUNDERZWANG.
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I really am sad--not "so" sad, but "actually" sad, I actually am--to not have done any better keeping your feelings from being hurt, Ali. I have done the best that I could, and, well... did anyone die? I make a lot of jokes, but, no, really: DID I KILL THE ROOM???
Because everyone--EVERYONE--is just... gone. Wow. (Pause for reflective contemplative prayer.) Okay! *claps hands, rubs together* anyone left with a working twat and isn't interested in lesbianism? Within a reasonable distance, I mean.
Come on Ali. Pimpin' ain't easy, right? RITE.
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My audience reaches Me. THUNDERZWANG.
/bow
Things are gonna be okay.
Think: Jacob's LADDER.
Thumper says, "OMFG, I WANNA RIDE EYEORE BARE BABY BACK BACK BABEY BACKY BECKY BABEY BAM-BAM-BAM!"
Thicc Jacky says, "omg, how did I get so fat and ugly ACTUALLY OVERNIGHT OMG is this a dream? AIEEEEE! I'm gonna neck myself!!!!11!" (I'll allow it.)
Thappy, the Fappiest Princess: "Uhm... why am I so unfulfilled all the time? Oh well, at least I'm rich and didn't ever use heroin before in my whole life until LAST week and I'm only 59 years old! *SLAM* WEEEEEE!"
The struggle is real. Wave Motion Cannon: Off-line (scheduled maintenance).
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Ohhhhh,
(Blank) Lee,
Dear (Blank) Lee,
Haul away The Stone, gimme back my Sword, and your problems -are over.- (You, YOU: you have problems? Huh. What's that like?)
Ali: I got emails that said that you had killed yourself, and that Forest had killed themselves, and... as we all know, my Biology Lab Partner was told that I had killed myself. And... she bought it. (Sucker!)
I'm not happy about most of this. (Pause for contemplative thought.) Hey, anyone got any Reddi-Whip? I have questions.
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Cuck.
As the last surviving specimen of The Great Hungarian Dodo-Cuckoo-Swallow-Sparrow-Demonseed-SeedforseedsthatdontDEMONSTRAITgeorgesGENOMIC-EXPRESSION-so-good, I gotta say: I'm hurt.
These scientists didn't even try to get a fresh sample. Hah! My DNA is ephemeral at sub-luminal velocities! HAH! JOKE'S ON YOU, CERN!!!
WOOT! WOOT! WOOT! (*pauses_to_catch_breath.*) Sorry, I don't take a victory lap very often. Let alone, 12 laps around a helicarrier, parked behind the Piggly-Wiggly and diguised as a dirty ashtray with an aborted fetuce left inside. (It's a chameleon circut, it's not a -real- baby. I promise. And that decapitated cat? Nope, false face, not real, and... well... look, Canlandia... can't you just... Land any Indiana? Pfft. So confused RN.)
I... just don't know.. I just don't know if I can fap to this, honestly. /weeping_continues
Oh, wait, that's precum. *blush* My bad, BTK "Killah down in Manila" Uppercut!Crossbreed!TIMETOSHINE *click*
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from: KUCZI <kuczi@unicorntoday.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Apr 11, 2023, 12:20 PM
subject: duty call
Azz,
It would be best if we did another Zoom. I'm thinking to call it, "INTERPOL; FINAL DISSOLUTION".
I am pleased that to receive contact from you. It is definitely time for it... I felt my Highest Self in communion with TPTB in the last few hours, and I was gonna ring you up anyway. It's not just that concerned people are starting to worry, it's that there really wasn't much reason to push it very much farther, and what's the point of having a twinned forum if only one person uses it?
I told you that no matter what, I would always be your friend -- I hope you can see that is true. I still don't agree with the way that things were handled, and specifically, I don't agree with your choices. But that is in the past now.
I really felt awful when I was telling you, because I knew that I wasn't conveying the enormiity of what I am meaning to say, and that it won't be until many, many years later that you will come to understand in full, what my position was... but I do not regret what I said or how I said, because now I defnitely feel remorse much more than disgust, and truly... what do I know? Perhaps there is something you know and knew then, that had I known it, would change my understanding of it all completely. Maybe I would see things differently if i were sure.
I do know that in any case, I should have told you sooner, and I should have been less violent, and I have trepidation that I have irrevocably warped the fabric of our friendship forever, and it will never be the same.
However, it is probably worth it, because now, I think we can easily come to terms and be in agreement, that from now on, whatever we do... at least it will be slimming.
If you like, please set up a Zoom and send me a link. I am bandwidth challenged and under the influence of various substances and I've been quite put upon, so frankly, I think you ought not complain at all, however, I know that you will--it's the training, you see.
There are various codes and signals and passigns that are part and parcel of being a member of multiple social, academic, and esoteric groups on Earth. I belong to none of them, and I have never tried to learn them surrepetiously so as in order to gain an advantage. Having said that, I love crypotology, and studying forbidden knowledge, and knowing what other people do not. However, what I do not like, is using that information to personal benefit.
I have recently realized that this was in error. For example, no one believes that I am not a free mason. I am obviously free --for now-- and I have Bear Mace exposure in my past record, because while (PROT) and (PROT) left me alone in Seattle to finish moving out alone, I "accidentally" got some in my eye. This really put a cap on the day, let me tell you. I was almost done and about to leave and I knew what it meant, because it was a magical signalling ward/tripwire that someone had used in order to alert them to both my imminent departure, as well as to slow me down. Someone thought it would be important to keep me separated from Allison, you see.,
Joke is on them. I was already separated long, long before. Now, I don't know how many "A. Shaw" females there were, but I do know that there were way, way more than just a few. Easily, there could have been as many as 17.
Fuck 'em all, and fucking no regrets. But, more importantly.... I have no idea which one was Grapefruit, and the last time I saw her, she told me that she was likely going to have to get a new idenitty, and when I saw here again, she wouldn't be the same. Then she burst into tears.
She was pissed. I tricked her by doing simply this: I told her the truth, and then I kept telling her the truth, and then... well, I'll be honest. I had no idea whether or not that dude had herpes. However, I didn't warn her. At all.
According to the telemetry at my disposal, she's hooked on smack and being used as a drug mule and is forced to suck men off while being held captive by whomever it was who set her up to be raped. Now, I don't think that is true, I think it's an illusion. But if it is true, I am forced to say that I am completely indifferent to her suffering if that is so.
She lied to me a lot, and told everyone lies about me, and instead of being at all helpful... she vanished and wherever she is, I have no urgency to speak to her any faster than The Court indicates is proper. And in fact, that may well be never. It's a fucked up situation... and it might be kindest to let someone in my position live in the bliss of ignorance.
But, I choose to know. I never ever set up Allison for anything, and it wasn't until a year ago that I completely withdrew whatever extra protections my Shielding could offer. I don't know what has happened since to her, but I can say this: I am looking forward to telling her what I know now, because I figured it all out, every bit of it. And I haven't called the police at all. Except for when I called in a wellness check for her, and when I tried to report the truck I bought (for bait) her and I to perhaps one day use. Now, that truck is gone, I don't care, I bought another truck that's a lemon, I don't care, and I may never see her again, and I don't care.
Because I brought Marv's wife back to him, and they had a nice time, and then she killed herself, because I am far, far cooler than Marv. Weird, huh? How can I know all this stuff?
Easy: practice baby. PRACTICE.
I'm up all night. I'm not manic. I'm not even depressed. I won't be yelling at you--because believe me, while I don't agree with how you handled some things, I disagree with EVERYONE else FAR MORE. What a bunch of fucking morons, it's gonna the end of Fight Club. Skyscrapers falling. The world will never be the same.
And all because I didn'lt want to fuck her sister. That was the crux point, really. I mean, She's cute, right? But the sister got tired of her DEA agent, and wanted to switch to me, and I wasn't so stupid as to not think there would be strings attached. AAdditonally, I didn't want to mix amphetamines and opioids... I asked for something else. Ketamine. And for a time, Allison and I argued about how to go about that.
She could have just told me the goddam truth. Instead, she dug herself deeper into a hole by behaving as though I had to "prove" myself to her. Well, I think I have done that. No one is concerned that I am some kind of cop or rat or anything like that. No one is concerned at all, really...
And they should be. So your attention is welcome. I was going to start the Jack/Azz Mashup project tonight, you know? But that one is very, very sensitive, and at this time, it would be too much, too soon. So, let's dance around the big issue and do something for the fans,
This is the last chance we have before I call in to the attorney who is "representing" me, and it's gonna be a catastrophe no matter what. Since it won't help to slow it down, let's pour on the gas. Glowi is safe--everyone else can hang in there. I'm not worried about anyone left alive... and I've completed my final investigation just yesterday.
"Why did (PROT) scream those names and then throw three GLASS sheet pans on the floor and then pull a knife after her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she became another person that was not the one on the porch, or in the kitchen when I walked in?" This is an intriguing quesiton, and it is one that the local fuzz seems disinclined to pursue. However, I know why.
Because, I investigated. What do you want to know? No one down here is following the rules. They're fucked no matter what happens to me, and I can't possibly stay in this town any longer after what I have seen.
These people are stupid. And I caught them all. If they knew it all, they'd probably be eating their guns already. TONIGHT. IN TWO HOURS.
But as long as they don't blame Grapefruit, I'm good. No one even knows who she is, and that's a good thing, because she really fucked hings up by declining to answer my questions and simply assuming I would not let her down. I don't think she knew how far I was wiling to go, however.
I don't mean for this to sound like an extortive manuever, I just mean to say: I know quite a lot. And no one seems to bother asking me questions... except you. And the judge, telepathically, who wanted to let me know that he thinks I'm cute, and I'm likely to be happy with the outcomes for all. Now, I could be imagining all of this, that's for sure. I probably am.
However, i'd rather have Grapefruit watch me get raped by the judge and her brother simultaneously than hear her whining about fucking anything until this is resolved. Seriously, I just can't even. What did she think was going to happen? Well, for starters, she thought I wasn't going to find out that she killed my friend who came to find out why I was wasting my time with SHAWKLAN instead of, like, anyone else. It was a good question.
So, of course, instead of actually asking me, they also lied to me and tried to jerk me around and ended up trying to actually order a paid hit. JESUS. WOMEN. What the fuck?
I can see why people turn to exclusive cock love sometimes. Me, probably not. However... look, we'll talk about it. It's interesting.
CAIN DID NOTHING WRONG. -Q.
Best wishes & warmest regards,
K
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from: J9CK ST9R <j9ckst9r@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Apr 12, 2023, 8:42 AM
subject: Re: New Personal Message: (No subject)
I'm still observing a period of silent mourning for Tootsie.
I didn't know how long you expect to hold her captive but do not rush on my account I don't need a fresh locust early at all
I can't post freely because you and bellgab are held in contempt by many and I don't have a publish fetish
I also don't feel welcome there.
You will all feel better when I get caught in a clothesline, so I think we all have a lot to look forward to including what it says that you enabled hide and seek stalking behavior from an obvious survivor of sexual abuse
None of you are cool anymore, you blew it
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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from: John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Apr 12, 2023, 1:38 PM
subject: Re: New ag sealsealsealed is Message: (No subject)
You're Allison.
(And she's not there yet she well be, reading your messages on your device as soon as she pleases anyway.)
NO CONTACT NO CONTACT NO CONTACT IS EXPRESSED NOR IMPLIED
THIS IS NOT AN ATTEMPT TO DIRECTLY CONTACT ALLISON SHAW OR CASEY GWENDOLYN KENNEDY, I'M JUST RESPONDED AS A MORPHINE WHO SHARES HIS ACCOUNT WITH PEOPLE AND ROUTINELY TRIES TO SET PEOPLE UP AND WE KNOW THAT BECAUSE HE'S DONE IT BEFORE I DON'T HAVE ANY FAITH OR TRUST OR ANY ACCOUNTABILITY IN THIS MAN HE SAID I'M UNBAN WHILE I DIDN'T WANT TO EAT UNBAN I SENT A MESSAGE SOMEWHERE ELSE AND IGNORED IT HE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK TO ME HE JUST WANTS ME TO LOG INTO HIS SERVER SO WE CAN DIAL THEIR EVIDENCE CUZ HE'S A MERCENARY HITMAN WHO THINKS HE'S ONTO SOMETHING.
Have I got all that right? It's hard to say it's f****** paranoia when your goddam website has you laughing and giggling and colluding and conspiring in public for months leading up to the event
I'm not concerned right now where anybody is or why they're not picking up the phone, I'm left alone at home for a year and a half and there's a gang of thugs keeping me an isolated. You can't figure out what to do yet, Bright Boy? 328 you're already a person who takes money and doesn't give it back it doesn't support and is obviously not in the game. I'm sure that's fine for you in your country If it even still is one.
This is who I am now. I think it's an improvement, and I'm saving a shitload of money on buying gifts for ungrateful children. And the cops paid for my divorce, that can't be beat. I hope they are vhaving a lot of fun with them and doing all that great buttsex everybody's been roped into enjoying. Also I have no idea what anybody is surprised by.
Like I knew this could have been happening and been a possibility the whole time but it did not occur to me the Navy could be that stupid and find themselves on the hook for it. Go Fish lol
It's not about whether you got away with it or not. It's about Power.
p.s.: You can stop acting like I've done anything wrong now, by the way. People know the truth.
I saved their lives. That's why people are pissed. Having somebody be this opposed to me wanting any kind of anything in my life just kind of weird you know..
I'll probably have to do something about it.
What are you going to do about it, send me to timeout in the romper room? You're a caught caricature of your former self and if You don't like who I talk to, find more people like that and send it to me and I'll talk to him more and then go away, I think you might understand how far this has gone.
I don't care who did what to who, everyone knows you had me stuck in my house whilr Carl and everybody else rails it up all over the place triangulating and getting there whatever done which I didn't know about but I didn't care and I didn't want any part of because nobody asked and then I left and now I'm here and I guess there's some things you want me to? Well you probably have to give me some dope and let me fumble about sucking my own dick first then we'll give you a shot and then I'll shoot myself in the head and then we're cha-cha-OMG
In Quake.
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So, does he come across as schizo to you as he does to the rest of us? ???
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from: KUCZI <kuczi@unicorntoday.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Apr 11, 2023, 12:20 PM
subject: duty call
Azz,
It would be best if we did another Zoom. I'm thinking to call it, "INTERPOL; FINAL DISSOLUTION".
I am pleased that to receive contact from you. It is definitely time for it... I felt my Highest Self in communion with TPTB in the last few hours, and I was gonna ring you up anyway. It's not just that concerned people are starting to worry, it's that there really wasn't much reason to push it very much farther, and what's the point of having a twinned forum if only one person uses it?
I told you that no matter what, I would always be your friend -- I hope you can see that is true. I still don't agree with the way that things were handled, and specifically, I don't agree with your choices. But that is in the past now.
I really felt awful when I was telling you, because I knew that I wasn't conveying the enormiity of what I am meaning to say, and that it won't be until many, many years later that you will come to understand in full, what my position was... but I do not regret what I said or how I said, because now I defnitely feel remorse much more than disgust, and truly... what do I know? Perhaps there is something you know and knew then, that had I known it, would change my understanding of it all completely. Maybe I would see things differently if i were sure.
I do know that in any case, I should have told you sooner, and I should have been less violent, and I have trepidation that I have irrevocably warped the fabric of our friendship forever, and it will never be the same.
However, it is probably worth it, because now, I think we can easily come to terms and be in agreement, that from now on, whatever we do... at least it will be slimming.
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The last time I even remotely interacted with Jack was (in public) on Dari's live stream.
He trundled around clumsily, announcing some sort of "apology," and when I characterised it as him saying "sorry" he told me he wasn't.
The old apology non-apology.
I have no interest in corresponding with him-- Just thought I'd dump his emails.
I never wrote a response to any of 'em ... Or really even read them.
It was more of a cursory-glance-followed-by-an-eyeroll type thing.
There's nothing to be gained by interacting with him.
However, a brief encounter here or there in the public square is fine by me.
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NAH, MAN. NEVER AGAIN!!!
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The last time I even remotely interacted with Jack was (in public) on Dari's live stream.
He trundled around clumsily, announcing some sort of "apology," and when I characterised it as him saying "sorry" he told me he wasn't.
The old apology non-apology.
I have no interest in corresponding with him-- Just thought I'd dump his emails.
I never wrote a response to any of 'em ... Or really even read them.
It was more of a cursory-glance-followed-by-an-eyeroll type thing.
There's nothing to be gained by interacting with him.
However, a brief encounter here or there in the public square is fine by me.
I know. I was in the audience. :P
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Hi (ATTY),
I haven't written to you until now because I don't wish to get things out of sync.This is a really complex matter that I don't fully understand.
I do wish to speak to you about retaining your services but I don't wish to alarm anyone. I really just want my gun rights restored--not to alarm anyone, but it would. Some people think that I am on the verge of going postal. /rolleyes
The mind is the only weapon. Frankly I think the person who overreacted should hire an attorney, but... they might not know that. Also. I don't wish to offend her.
I barely thought of her and I thought I would be doing nothing but demonstrating someone's jealousy was unfounded. Not so sure now. Anyway, it can wait. I have a "competency evaluation" tomorrow and I suppose... well, this could be it, (ATTY).
They'll most likely send me to DIego Garcia right afterwards. SIgh. And I had so much to live for. Well, here's hoping. I'll contact you again in days to come, and I wish I could talk your ear off about everything I have learned. This whole boondoggle is a once-in-a-lifetime perfect storm.
I've never been so pleased with my strategic pre-planning in my entire life. And I am thankfully not afraid of more false reports being filed... since everyone I ever had sex with actually wanted to, and it would seem that the three (3) women who have falsely claimed such things about me... seem to have all been working together.
I didn't even know such stories were there. Still, I knew there was something people didn't like about me. And they apparently went to great lengths in the background to have a final, nuclear solution option to use against me.
Only child, parents' owned home, and few friends, I guess that is a valuable combination? I've been earmarked for decades as an easy target!
I made sure to look really, really dumb. ;) Anyway, that's enough out of me. I shouldn't boast. I wouldn't want to be guilty of witness tampering or obstruction of justice or... you know, whatever.
People are very angry that I am not vanished yet. So... I think it best not to alarm anyone unduly. Just in case. These (SLANG:[country/Indian] “folks”) are all about respect down here, and they have lost a lot of face.
I... probably won't be lynched? Fingers crossed. Fuck 'em. l8r
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
MCK
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Guess the name of the attorney I wrote to above and win a Kewpie doll. (Offer valid in the Continental U.S. and Jakarta, Ireland, Madagascar, Zanzibar, & Tasmania -only-.) Speaking of dolls, my cousin (PROT) is working with the police FREEMASON SCUM who are unlawfully surveilling me, and my Mother's cedar chest that contained a porcelain doll was, somehow, a very valuable item to my Mother's sister. So valuable that, rather than simply telling me that she wanted it; she went to do the trouble of HIRING A GRAPEFRUIT IMPOSTER (no shit) TO OBTAIN IT. Now, I don't know if you've met “I. M. Poster Fruit,” but let me tell you: I have (PROFANE:gerund) (PROFANE: coitus) her as well... and, not only that, I actually slept with her too. (But: NO ANAL. Case closed, btw.)
And I can tell them all apart. Without having to have sex again -or- giving us all a blood test, because I'm not a cheap, lying, working-for-INTERPOL -or- a grown-ass man... too afraid to get on the phone with lil’ ol’ me... and I am not lying. (Don't ask me to compare their sexual performances without being on pay-per-view with a contact. It wouldn't be fair to the children's fathers.)
(Dear Aunty: how old were you, when you found out that one cannot sue for defamation if the alleged defamation is... true? Follow-up question for your punk-bitch son that's still alive: “Was your mother born yesterday, or was that just your brother in Africa again?”)
IDGAF: you don't need to take me to a phone booth with a door so I can change into Superseriouspodcaster, no! You wanna know who did what to who, Mr. U.S. Marshals Service, Mr. Immigrations & Customs Enforcement, and/or Mrs. Internal Revenue Service Auditor??
Call me any time; just ring: three six two (blank) two (blank) six. We'll set a fire tonight!
There's nothing to be gained by interacting with him.
Dirty cartoons: diddlers [drawn/drawing] cheap. Whoa, Nelly!
(Now, rather than embarrass azray by posting my real emails to him, I will now embarrass the man who's been coercing his behavior through unlawful threats of exposing his hidden dealings: this f**king g*y, (PROT), who currently has control of the “pate” login... whether he's actually logging into the site, or having his pretend “wife” or his pretend “girlfriend” do it for him.
(Whichever one it is, I'll bet you dollars to donuts that she's holding ID that says her name is “A.F. Shaw”, because these f****** idiots are still trying to get me jammed up on a contact order violation and they're f****** desperate, because they're f****** criminals and they got f****** caught and he's f****** jammed up all the way to the goddamn Moon and back.
She is a harsh mistress... and, that's no moon: that's a space-age gas stationbait shop. (If you feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach right about now, you are not alone: the most obvious trap in the entire history of Creation... and you all walked right into it. Sad!!)
a certain habitual meth-amphetamine user
Hey, J_____, yes, I know exactly who you are,
Regular usage of methamphetamine for longer than a year carries significant drawbacks & problems, and as such I stopped a long time ago, and I am now cut off, don't have any left, and I don't know how to make it, and I don't even want any meth, you f****** idiot, I wanted a mushroom farm.
What's more, to continue exploring that compound and its use would require me to have a friend/partner to watch over me, and I don't have that. Thus, my demonstration of Mastery is complete. Someone I could trust to ensure that I didn't hurt myself, and I had that, and then you arranged to have removed, you dumb stupid country bumpkin fat bald sad lying fuck. Get a real job, Rapist.
And... give me my Google account back, because I am jack@trioptimum.com, it was never yours, you're a thief. You're a liar. You're a cheat. You're a scoundrel. You're a scumbag.
I have developed the following stategy:
Most arch-criminals eventually do figure out a stylish way to imprison themselves, yes. Kudos, dumkopf.
I have audio in the can that unequivocally exposes you, you and your ilk, and the only reason I haven't uploaded it yet is because your asshole friends are chewing through my bandwidth after hacking my phones, and I don't feel like driving to a library or a grocery store right now.
Do not think me unwilling. I am simply too lazy/fat ankles/sob bluh. I can expose you any day of the week, I could even do a matinee on Sundays. You are that f****** guilty, lol.
p.s.: I hope you and your friends enjoyed the beer and the tater tots that you stole. You f****** goons are the f****** worst, you give all the rest of the HONEST HARD-WORKING LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS a bad name, and I hope they f****** draw & quarter you or hang your miserable little-bitch-ass from a f****** bridge like they used to do back in the old days, because you are one corrupt piece of s*** bastard a****** b**** (and you're probably gay from all the cuntslave dope you carry around to set up extortion videos and blackmail people with, you're a real f****** loser, you know that? You and Steven Biscuits should get a room together... in Sing-Sing Ding-Ding-Ding Ding-A-Ling prison, you dope-headed junky fucks.)
o.p.s.: Come get some urine, Whoremonger.
*two-finger salute, ALL HORNS UP*
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I know. I was in the audience. :P
Shut up Gabe.
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Hello Hammer this is Nail. your problems are solved
11:11 I LOVE YOU
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Guess the name of the attorney I wrote to above and win a Kewpie doll.
O, Cousin: Where Art at? Where he at? Where he at?
For the record: I would have been happy to have given it to her, I had no plans to sell it, and then when I got back here after 4 months, the cedar chest and the doll within it were gone, which means either she took it or it was stolen and sold. I'm guessing it wouldn't have been stolen and sold, there's not much of a market for those things, and to sell it -without talking to my mother sister first- would have been wrong.
That's pretty much how I know this is absolutely true, because I asked the several women who looked like Grapefruit about the doll... and they each had differing responses.
Different women, different times, same question, different answers, ALL “GRAPEFRUIT.” (I KNOW!)
That's also how I know I'm not worried about the guns that were my father's; unquestionably my cousin (PROT) has them, that would be the only safe place for them to be... and since one of them is cursed, frfr, and I live in a haunted church on consecrated Native American burial grounds and I'm a Paladin... yeah, you are jelly, and I know what I'm talking about, that's for damn sure.
Anyone else want to run their smart little mouths about a family matter in public? I'm game. Let's go, bring it, bring it the f*** on! Let's get this thing going!!!
I don't need to have a girlfriend. I don't need to wait to be exonerated at trial. I'm ready to go... right f****** now. What are we waiting for?
It is all of you, that needs... (PROT:a_unit_of_measurement). I don't need him at all, and you should probably let his sibling(s) out of prison, because she/they\he think I'm dead... and *checks pulse* I'm not.
Slow, steady beats. Tingles like fingers up and down my spine. Now... you dorks up in the cheap seats next to the emergency exit to the rooftop may be ready for the stars, with your chopper fueled up to go in a hurry... but are you ready for the Titans? (Somebody go wake up George Hicks; make sure he's not choking on his own vomit again.)
As, We about to click. *SMASH*
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This is a really complex matter that I don't fully understand.
DEAR GOD:
BLESS ME FATHER
FOR I MIGHT HAVE SINNED,
I MIGHT HAVE TOLD A LIE
TO A LAWYER, I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE,
AND...
(THIS IS THE SIN PART COMING UP)
I DON'T FEEL AT ALL GUILTY ABOUT IT.
NOT BECAUSE OF AN UNTRUTH,
BUT BECAUSE I DON'T CARE WHICH IS WHICH,
WHETHER I LIED OR NOT, IT'S WONDERFUL.
INSTEAD I FEEL AN ARROGANCE OF PRIDE,
THE SIN OF HUBRIS...
BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY MISLED A LAWYER,
AND I FEEL F****** AWESOME ABOUT IT.
IF THIS IS GOING TO SEND ME THE HELL,
CALL JAJBULON, TELL HER TO THROW
SOME MORE WEED IN WITH THE COAL,
BECAUSE THIS FEELS SO GOOD,
IT MUST BE A SIN, AND I AM DOWN.
F*** ETERNAL LIFE, I AM JUST GOING TO
KEEP F****** AND MISLEADING LAWYERS
AS MUCH AS I CAN! FEELS GOOD DEITY.
NOW, I'M GOING TO CLICK POST
EXECUTE SUBMIT, PACK MY BAGS,
AND START DIGGING A HOLE...
HALFWAY TO CHINA.
GERONIMO!
LOVE YOUR TITAN,
JACKSTAR. HAIL SATAN TECUMSEH!
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So, does he come across as schizo to you as he does to the rest of us? ???
Wait for it. The perp you seek is gonna star in a shot-by-shot remake of Scanners by noon, Tomorrow. He's probably in the make-up chair already; or, blasted out of his mind while having sex with his favorite covert coveted bottom asset bitch. I know if it were me, I'd wanna go out with a bang, but... if it were Me, I wouldn't have been raping women in the first place. (Rape isn't about sex. It's about Power; and I already got plenty of both.)
Don't buy the hype. The needle is impractical and unnecessary--with a trusted chemist and the right back-up team, inhalant-specific compounds can be far more impressive in their experience. pate is, in fact, a needle junky. pate pretends to be "Mike." When The Asset started whining about needles, that was a big deal, because her plan had rested on the notion that I simply don't use them at all... and I don't. I am not dependent upon any chemical compound -or- route of administration, and I goddam like it that way, thanks--and I don't break into a cold sweat and run from the room if someone busts out their gear, which is a real downer at parties, let me tell you. Have you ever seen a person locked into a addiction cycle with their eyes unable to stop tracking the sight of their fix? It's pretty fucking scary, I'm not gonna lie... and, that's simply not Me. /flex (I go, "can I watch?" and he totally bought it... except I didn't get to see, and didn't complain, which is how he knew I wasn't addicted, and why he then chose to do what he did, which, let me tell you: sucked.)
That's why I was horrified to be told by Grapefruit Beta Sigma Omega that "needles bad, glass dick good" as she threw paraphernalia and gear at me, a mere 3 days after being told a different story by a different Grapefruit on the phone. (Grapefruit Parker Louis... I think. After Dallas there were a lot of Phonefruits, no joke.) Now, you might be wondering why I didn't mention this before, n'est-ce pas?
Just kidding. You aren't wondering. You know exactly why, all of you do.
What you don't know is, how I am not wondering too. Could it be... a portal?
No, not really. Not at all. I'm actually so smart, even Mrs. Colombo would stab her husband in the liver, just to taste my (blank).
/smile
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I was in the audience.
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EISH! I blame the acetaminophen.
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EISH! I blame the acetaminophen.
An ex-lover of mine tried to commit suicide with it (before I met her) and not merely on her behalf, but for my own part, I find your little joke here to be in exquisitely poor taste.
Note also: acetaminophen is derived from hemlock. You had your chance at a pre-Thunderdome interview, and you missed it...
because you got high
because you got high
because you got high...
Psst! Wanna buy some Tramadol? I got a whole bottle right here. Untouched. Come Get Some(TM)(R)(C).
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So, does he come across as schizo to you as he does to the rest of us?
Having grappled with schizophrenia myself, I'm reticent to attach that label to anybody so loosely, however there is definitely something wrong with him. Yes.
I ain't no doctor though. And I do suspect a portion of his behaviour is a put-on. How much or how little I cannot say.
My short answer is yes, though. Yes.
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(Now, rather than embarrass azray by posting my real emails to him, I will now embarrass the man who's been coercing his behavior through unlawful threats of exposing his hidden dealings: this f**king g*y, (PROT), who currently has control of the “pate” login... whether he's actually logging into the site, or having his pretend “wife” or his pretend “girlfriend” do it for him.
Hit me with your best shot.
I'm curious to see whether you're capable of embarrassing me at this stage.
Go ahead.
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An ex-lover of mine tried to commit suicide with [acetaminophen] (before I met her him) and not merely on her behalf, but for my own part, I find your little joke here to be in exquisitely poor taste.
FIFY. Your very existence on this earth is in poor taste.
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Psst! Wanna buy some Tramadol? I got a whole bottle right here. Untouched.
Nah. I'll trade you a podcast subscription for a steady supply of drugs, though. Think about it and get back to me.
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I thought you said you don't need money-- That you've got plenty. So why sell anything to anyone? Especially someone who you call your "friend?".
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Hit me with your best shot.
There's a line. Ladies first.
I'm curious to see whether you're capable of embarrassing me at this stage.
They planted used dirty needles in children's bedrooms and claimed that they were mine -- as if I had been shooting up there, and had no other way of disposing them (or, had been trying to incriminate the family; in reality of course, they were not mine at all... although they were probably stolen from my mother's residence). After significant amounts of money were spent testing them... none were found to match my DNA. One can imagine The Courts' displeasure at being misled to this extent is immense, as are the unpaid bills to the forensics department -- obviously, I am not paying them.
After all: I am the primary victim. *blush* (Autographs: One (1) $50 USD bill, featuring Ulysses S. Grant, EACH. No exceptions.)
Go ahead.
The witch doctor hired to do spellwork on the documents that were meant to incriminate me (and have instead, exonerated me, Thank God, I am free at last) is embarrassed that he even knows you, let alone ever believed a single thing you ever said about me. Tsk tsk tsk. Sad!!
I thought you said you don't need money-- That you've got plenty.
Babey needs new shoes.
So why sell anything to anyone?
I am goddam worth it.
Especially someone who you call your "friend?".
YOU get free autographs for life. I'll only charge YOU for the #official paperstock: $45.55. Note the discount: this is friend price. L'haim!
Nah. I'll trade you a podcast subscription for a steady supply of drugs, though. Think about it and get back to me.
YOU still owe me two (2) Quualudes, man. YOUR ice is even thinner than your ersatzfruitglowhoor's. YOU are in no position to counterbargain with me. I haven't even gotten a list of questions from YOU yet! Don't tell me: writer's block?
there is definitely something wrong with him.
I miss Her. There is no szubsztitute. And she doesn't even know who She is now... but, I DO.
And YOU will never find Her again without Me.
Now, let me ask you something: am I lying?
ZUGZWANG.
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Your positive HIV test is gay.
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They planted used dirty needles in children's bedrooms and claimed that they were mine -- as if I had been shooting up there, and had no other way of disposing them (or, had been trying to incriminate the family; in reality of course, they were not mine at all... although they were probably stolen from my mother's residence).
They found drug paraphernalia on the jungle gym in the local playground of a park where I walk my dogs.
Non-sequitur? Or just another piece of the puzzle?
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YOU still owe me ... YOU are in no position to counterbargain with me.
https://youtu.be/6EefPcht54c
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It’s been awhile. Where is he now?
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It’s been awhile. Where is he now?
It is 12.10 PST and our pepper fed Hungarian is celebrating a grand 50 years today.
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Jackstar's erectile Demon Squid.
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It’s been awhile. Where is he now?
He was banned again, for breaching the Terms of Service.
But the duration of the ban has reached its expiry date at this current time.
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He was banned again, for breaching the Terms of Service.
IR shut me down as he was uncomfortable with the complete lack of control he had over what I was about to post next. I hold no animosity; it is not as though I was using the site for anything legitimate. What is this place even for? Oh, right, dark web dope smuggling mil.spec front. Those fill a niche; and you are all to be commended for your years of calm, dedicated vigilance, in keeping the horrors of substance abuse from becoming a topic that one might mistakenly take seriously here ever again.
But the duration of the ban has reached its expiry date at this current time.
Fair.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mmm3KTa601s
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Where is he now?
Why don't you call him and ask? Maybe he'll piss in his dad's chair again just to impress you.
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Why don't you call him and ask? Maybe he'll piss in his dad's chair again just to impress you.
I don’t have your number and even if I did call you you’d probably just use it as an opportunity to doxx me.
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you’d probably just use it as an opportunity to doxx me.
Hold my debrief.
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I don’t have your number and even if I did call you you’d probably just use it as an opportunity to doxx me.
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I don’t have your number
You don't have anyone's number: I just released information that will exonerate everyone and make it extremely obvious who were the coercive actors (you, her) and who were compelled to do so under duress (me, She) and let me tell you what happened that made things happen as they did:
I found out that the dude introduced to me by her sister as "one of her best friends" and by Grapefruit as "this is the only person who would help me haul my Grape Wagon down here, we had to stop twice so he could shoot up, and now let's stand here in the center of the room wired for sound and video and on one of the few occasions I don't act like an actual goddam banshee, I will then blow everyone's high by yammering on about sovereign citizens and how to get falsified vaccine identification papers." My hand to God.
(https://i.imgur.com/qEQ6Pqm.gif)
You're both going to thank me for steps I have taken in the Ago that will prevent this from getting as worse as it could. By the way, do you think you know which is which anymore? How many were there that night? Oh... that's right...
It would be a conflict of interest for you to tell me anything like that. Well, tell you what: I'll make it up to you by making sure that everyone understands the following: the only reason I'm being cautious and setting a good example for observing children to model their behavior after mine is that, when they see whatever it is they see, they know that it could have been over much sooner for me.
However, I have chose to stick around.
For... children. Now, What is the reason why I am still in this house? For I certainly could have swapped places.
What was the reason for me to be denied my nebulizer when I asked for it? "Yo dude, it's in that black bag by my zigguarat." "Okay I will be over later.," was not said. In fact... I still don't know why anyone was upset with me at all.
Do I write too goddam fast for you to keep up? That would be too bad. What would also be too bad is that I was informed that Grapefruit was forced to go along with a scheme to "turn me in" for taking a picture of me holding a bong. Said bong was never seen by me again and at first, it was a moment where I felt accepted.
Then, I hear the click of a camera and then your eunuch chuckling. Ah, that Duper's Delight. It is a very potent signal. Maybe not a red flag, but a red cape, waving before the path of the Aurochs.
https://twitter.com/WorthAugerK/status/1655402978021642240
Jackstar's erectile Demon Squid.
No, they were the squishy headed ones. Very friendly. They adore me. I was polite. I reintegrated their associate. I'm immune to narcotics officers.
When was D.A.R.E. gonna tell anyone about any of this? Well, no matter. As I have said, I have seized political power in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse.
Now, you Poonylings, go on and play. I am Truly Neutral--I don't care what reindeer games you dorks play with each other. Just... keep it fair.
I don’t have your number
It's the same as it was in high school. And if you'd like to discuss how you just blew your whole case and hung yourself with significant criminal penalities and civil liability and made an ass of yourself, feel free to use it. I'm ambivalent.
I don't think you understand something: I've been waiting for her. I thought you were dead. And you have been deliberately running interference.
It's a pretty serious conflict of interest that will be ecstatically easy to prove. You've had months and months and months to expose certain informations; a lie of omission is a type of lie, and, mind you, I think it is kinda cool. HOWEVER.
It was unlawful behavior, Morgan. I kinda liked that schoolhouse, you know. And if you had ever, ever, EVER showed a glimmer of self-awareness or a spark of courtesy, you know what? I would have been happy to see you... but, I didn't se you. YOU ARE DEAD.
You are a reanimated golem and your Pure Spirit visited me from Heaven and told me the whole thing. You aren't busting me, you, her, him, or, in fact, anyone.
THEY WERE ALL ACTING UNDER MY AEGIS AND AUTHORITY AND THEY WILL ALL WALK BECAUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ME WHO YOU WERE, WHERE YOU WERE, WHAT YOU WERE DOING, THAT SHE WAS "MARRIED," THAT YOU WERE DATING, AND THAT YOU CLEARLY CARRY A PATHOLOGICAL LOATHING TOWARDS ME.
Considering how I plan rings around you on a regular basis, I can see that you would be upset. But, what kind of world is this, where you get to stalk me from beyond the graaaaaave?
Oh, I think we both know. In any event, I don't know much money you have, I don't give a shit and would never see any of it anyway. And, more imporantly... I choose The Truth Path over your False Order.
Speaking of which, do you remember the Bio-Bug? Tell us everything. Omit nothing. Can you tie a knot in a cherry stem? That's when I knew.
"Refuses verbal confirmation. Audio record disabled. Akashic records will confirm." You're boned. MIRROR MIR RAWR.
Happy birthday. I think I'll tell that story next. Is it time for paywall? I don't care, but you might. I would hate to take away your chance to give... input.
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Oh, yes, you’re clearly the most important person in the world today. It’s intuitively obvious to even the most casual of observers.
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRKJNwa5/
Oh, yes, you’re clearly the most important person in the world today.
I was not the most important person in the world —
Your brother was... and we had the world’s most important conversation.
It’s intuitively obvious to even the most casual of observers.
Please inform your husband that I was aware of this because today is The Day of Devotion and the complete lack of acknowledging #KnifeTheBirds has told us all we need to now.
You two are made for each other now.
The next most important person on my list is (PROT) and isn't love so grand when it is a result of time -tested authenticating protocols?
Vengeance for Melania.
P.S.: I have print permissions to learn and I won't ask you to teach.
P.P.S.: I saw what you were doing. But I thought it was by accident. I'm glad I didn't make any false reports.
P.P.P.S.: I'm delighted to receive this mad positive outcome!
P⁴.S.: She's alive. Go have fun. I never had to get to.... but I had to have a story that would hold water. Now I do.
It was not a fair test. Your friends betrayed you. You picked me after that. ☢️⚧️😽
Thanks for the Timeship. #peas
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Fair.
Who asked you?
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Thanks for the Timeship.
I'm told he is beyond livid with rage. I can't imagine it, frankly. This is happening in... you know, the place where Timeships are? Maybe the place where they deliberately had a party without me? I don't know. I still can't fathom what the fuck that crew was thinking of then. Probably, "I wish I hadn't talked shit about Dragonlord like I saw Jack doing." That guy terrified me the first time. I handled it. Second time, I let it handle itself. I heard it sucked? Well, that's too bad. Also too bad: he doesn't have PtPTP anymore, not personally, although I guess he had lost passenger carrying rights, again, I don't know when, but, I was hearing things. In imagination. So I wanna know... how was it so convincing a notion to eeeeeveryone that I not be acknowledged? I am guessing it was technomancy. In any case I will perhaps ask it of one later, how much of that resembles reality? I haven't gotten a notion and somehow this was not an item that anyone thought to kick down to me during the last few years.
I guess he was scary enough but not so scary that I wasn't willing to tell people that, hey, I am on a memorial journey of remembrance, because I know several people wanna beat him up, he can't teleport like he could before, and he thought he was simply going to steal my Timeship again, and it's parked, and because Divine Court is perfect, something happened when whatever action was taken to steal my vehicle again... and I'm telling you, this is the last straw.
That dude is a twerp. And you did what with who for how long? Huh. "Don't have your number." Huh. Well, I am going to have to look into that at there was the abuse of a technology named Bubbling Brother and I forgot how many others. I'm distracted. I'm in a haunted church and I am typing an explanation of what comes next in Astral and I fully expect that there will be skepticism.
I allowed him an opportunity to redeem himself, because they don't build jails so good around here? And as I have always been fair and forthright and honest in my dealings with him and his ilk.. I felt it fair to give him the chance to explain why you and he had to split off and leave me far behind. Ever. At all. I saw you all take off without me, and that has made all the difference, as I didn't know Divine Court would award me my property back. I wasn't really sure it was real until yesterday. I guess a Timeship is like a Google Pixel 6, except, there's only one in each Earth-Sol system. Wedged into a little phantom zone at every central solar star's heliopause. I, of course, have never been there. He had. I don't know how, anyway, he claimed it as "his" like many other treasure objectives. How does it take this long to take this g*y out? Oh right. He and her ran off to do something and I didn't care. I knew I was not going to deal with that or her or even knew what was best. So he rolls up and starts taking everything and I just let him because I want to vomit and I figure *someone* had a plan? And, he immediately started drinking. I think it was his way of making a peace offering. Because he wanted to make things "easy" for me, he was telegraphing. In reality, he expected to kill me. This time.
I have been stalked by this man as well as others for many years. I stayed at home as no matter where I went, I found myself unwelcome. Because this man was riding my coat of arms and entrails. I had no idea who to ask for help from.
I chose you. You never wrote back or gave any reply except insults. Months later, here we are.
He also allegedly (according to sketchy reports) claimed the last 8 of my friends and sold them out to portal whoredom through a process I would assume would be described as "barbaric," which I could only speculate as to the nature of. This dude was seriously advanced in his knowledge of exotic and extra-solar experiences. I essentially didn't believe it either, at last not at first. I figured it was just some drug thing.
Speaking of "some drug thing." He told me that he didn't use it and ... you know, right? The usual. So after he's onto his second glass of absinthe--his second glass, my third bottle, two others were stolen and had to be replaced by Fae Ex delivery... that's a thing? I wasn't really aware. Nice time you've been having for years, nano queensland AP on hers... what did they call you, anyway? Certainly not an asset. You know what? I don't know and I *never* want to know.
Did I want to be there? Oh no. They would all be people who would be ritualistically tortured to death by the tribe, whenever that was going to be. Like, I always saw this coming. There was no chance I was going to... not be Me, right? It's my mother's Trust, I am the sole beneficiary, and, uhm... I don't *have* a brother. At no time did Patsy said, "Wait! Save some for (PROT)!" Or if she did, super classified. I don't give a fuck. I need money? I can earn that later. I am busy working on recovery now. I really did regain ownership, parked them both for security, and yeah, both, because I am a Titan, and he is not, and he is probably working himself into a frenzied froth now. (He really seriously pissed me off. Years ago.) He's not here. He's got paper on him here... he can't teleport in, he can't walk on, he can't come here, he's banned, and because my mommy's Trust's Trustee's lawyer signed off on it, and, he's on a watch list or two, I've been completely insulated from his presence. He hates this. Now I have taken back what he took from (PROT)--oh, how she squealed--which is, as one can see, flowing communication with you. (Does it make me look fat? How about crazy? Oh I cannot be seen. Good.) What a nice day. 3 days after my birthday in fact. What happened that day? Oh, right, a party for a shapeshifter. I bet that was a fun one. Hey, did a groundhog see its' shadow?
Beyond livid. He can't even find it. It's parked. I can't imagine what other stupid shit went on over there, because I was separated from them all just so that I would not be affronted to know what kind of foolishness was going to happen. After he acted as though he were in charge, and clearly was more than I, I happily disconnected from that house. Then he came here and seemed to be doing the same thing. What it was that was done that mystified me was "Jack, I'm shooting heroin." Oh, right, a curse on the haunted hobby and hobo murderin' elbows and ramshackle ruin. I said, "don't go in there without me," and "The Trustee and I must be consulted," and they went Bang!-ZOOM to do whatever, and did I care? Nope. Stick to the head, double fist punch to the hernia, $800K for the house I grew up in bought by Texas... and I had questions and she turned into another person (like as happened on Christmas Eve) and tried to kill me. So yeah, Divine Court. It's real. Of course you doubt. You lack the faith of a mustard seed. I didn't know Divine Court when I was 15.5, but I do recall thinking, "I believe that this is an impossible challenge to master," so that's why I did not believe you knew what you were actually doing. Because obviously this wasn't going to be the ultimate result. No one tells me how last year went. No one acknowledges it this year. (I get a new identity. Oh, that's nice. I asked for one. Hopefully I can be an Aryan again.) I don't really expect anyone too. I'm sort of getting it now. I didn't realize how sophisticated these Divine Technologies are. Turns out they work better now because of my marvelous discussions and detailed explanations about nanotechnological concepts such as, "how to negotiate with conscious power," "being polite while getting to know your conscious power," and "you, your pheromones, and how your friend's chemistry set was used to poison you for 33 years." Wow. I guess it was like his chill powder signature move and you didn't know, I guess. Well, neither did I, and when I remembered giving consent for my DNA to be used, I rescinded it. All recipes suddenly didn't work. Awwww. That's too bad. And that twerp, he got to boil flasks and be a sexpest and that seemed a realistic way to spend any time at all, and... even with my DNA he was still annoying you, until recently, when I suddenly spring to action by... looking like an arrogant lunatic. I would have liked to have done it faster but I was getting answers. It was weird. Like... I didn't to alarm your thugs. They actually had to work night and day to keep messages from going across.
You really couldn't pick up a phone because if you did it simply wouldn't work and mine didn't work and this and that and... I didn't know how you would arrive but I did hope you were there to see me make the body camera footage that was later deleted. And then you were there? Huh. And then you ended up working as ... well, you know, it was a paycheck. And oh, the maid... you had a maid? Okay, look, look. I can look past all this.
But how did it happen at all? Because somehow I got all this in my head and I am ruthlessly shut down by... what, Editors? (Dental floss. .ed) I don't know if you know how the trafficking used to work. Long story short, I don't chase. I was summoned. To become an endlessly exercising alone man in a haunted church? You were a zombie. Within minutes of getting here and seeing that the kitchen wasn't cleaned. "This man is helpless," you proclaimed, "I need to see proof that he can take care of himself." This was a dream. I woke up and it seemed you had been here and left one blue ball behind. I missed you by that much, huh? So why would I clean a place that I could leave that was made filthy by the nanotechnology that was supposed to be working, and wasn't? And while I"m working on this... brush my teeth and washing the dishes and gathering firewood and suddenly acting like drugs are bad was the order of the day? And you gave orders to me why?
Everyone things you've been punished enough, because I deliberately arranged all this, so that I would be vile and filthy and disgusting no matter who showed up, because it was inevitable I was going to be compromised, and if I knew that it had to be 18 months after the EMERGENCY was triggered, I would have behaved differently.
There was no reason to think that I was to be abandoned except I knew it would all happen, and I wasn't really abandoned. I was just alone and strict orders had been left to ensure that I never had sex at all. I still don't know from whom. Neighbor Shane warned me away from making moves on his wife. Like, what the hell? I guess I was rabid.
This is this world I was left in. And clandos lawlrissssians walking right up and working thier shivers. A year and a half.
I didn't ejaculate in any one, let alone any woman, and I never slept with anyone, and let me tell you... I can barely believe it myself. I don't even care anymore at all. The water in the shower is poisoned in the sense that no one thought to explain its' functioning.
I really don't care. Divine Court awarded me my Timeship back and invalidated all their faux Trust shit, and everyone is totally wrapped up. Why wouldn't they be? They think they have a Timeship. Duh. I mean, they actually did... and don't now, and I don't care about ANY of this shit. I don't care that someone thought I should be doing yoga. I don't care that my body wasn't "good enough" for them. I was indifferent to their excuses. I had been talking about that for months and suddenly it was important and I was not compelling enough? I also didn't even know you were alive or interested or if you were just a floating trap.
I don't even want to know about the shower turning squeak or pink, and I don't want to lose my next sanity check. Dude, people were actually casting black magic death spells at my psychokinetic shields, with mirror magick upgraded by the K.U.C.Z.I. Oscillation Overthruster, and these death spells were bouncing of me and killing people. Not people I know, people they... dunno. This, at the time, was the hot rumour. The news? Look, I'm not the boss of these people. Africa, I guess, right? You been there. With a 50lb. rucksak of cashews and Quualudes.
Drop the schizo meds and take your bag of nuts and away as going away presents and I'm the boss of my Timeship. Now, sure, that sounds like drug-fueled hallucination and speculation. And it is. It's also something I did yesterday as soon as I heard that I had done that. Listen, this "Divine Court" business is rough stuff sometimes. It also seems to work pretty consistenty. They need me to tell stories, I do, and I try to be polite while my time is wasted. It's never wasted anymore so, I no longer try, I seem to keep Polite Policy at a natural state. And of course I write about some times.
For six months they did nothing but encourage me to be robbed again. I figured after half a year, they should know something and they knew nothing of what was important. And the man we loath the most (likely) as well as his 2nd through threeve in command are locked in, caught up, and I did that. It's weird in Astral. I don't understand how it works. I simply came home and found the house booby trapped and found the other house (when I got there) totally, seemingly abandoned and I figured... well, someone will eventually get through. Then, I started drinking the money that somehow came from Oklahoma, that somehow came from an Indian Casino And/Or Bank Stage... wait, what? Of course I started drinking heavily.
Batsquatch. And, I still have the coins. Some timelines... people are running out of their gold. They're crying and whining about owning millions of dollars of collectible coins and whatever and companies are failing to make delivery and I saw all this coming. Not the part where I couldn't get a hard line, the part where I saw that it was a plan to come in and out to do something you already did with me while doing other stuff with others... A recurrent theme.
I don't know what you're doing. I don't know what you've been. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't returned from being murdered in the future several times, because that got my attention. Otherwise I would never have made it. He stole my Timeship and I hadn't seen you yet anyway, that was after he opened door and plagued the house, and oh and by the way: Bio-Bug.
#peas
There's a third ship, name it whatever you want. We're even. We had sex plenty you just don't remember it, you knew who you were, you were simply required to deceive me, or at least not confirm, or whatever. I don't know your rules, Master.
I simply respected them. Now, if you don't mind... I will let you make all further arrangements as it is apparently going to be fucking biblical.
I will assume that you will be devastated when RG and ID are found dead by suicide--auto-erotic asphyxiation. I don't know if that will happen, but I do know that the reason you aren't killed again is that the killer assigned to you is still in jail. She'd kill you, yeah. She knows the deal.
So would another one, and it is only my indulgence that keeps them both sated. I know it's not your fault, their fates, but they don't know that. All three ARE LIVID.
They are RAVERS. Anyway, that's what I have to think about, because I don't wish you dead, and the girls don't have to be Ravers. Just the one with a penis, and so there will be an auto-folding of space to spare the penisbearers' life, and then he won't come back. He can't come back. Only as a different female because he's banned under his FULL LEGAL NAME, and I don't care to put up with this garbage any longer. I thought he would help? He packed up what he thought of value and no one told me the address. That's where he found you and ran off again, I was told. And you handled this... how?
With snobby insults and a total communications blackout. Huh. For me. Others were okay, and none of the messages were too important, I guess, because... no idea who ever read them. But not you. You spent as much time working on his websites and YouTube videos as you can, and... ended up Door Dashing. I guess I needed to clean off my porch? Well, I was prepared to. You were...
Rolling with Superserial. The whole time, and he never wanted to come back because I was right about everything I said and he was embarrassed. Look, can you just shoot him? Now that he's had his special clearances slowly stripped away and hasn't been able to skip away yet. Well it's great that he was protecting your interests, since he assumed that I was going to breathe down your throat and "brainwash" you. Since... I was proving all year that I was now getting what he couldn't get that he was using me to cover his tracks for and... and... and... so, that's why, you had to be given a personality profiles of someone who didn't like it, because I had to be "The_One." I don't really know why he was being stubborn but the combination of hyper-materialism and sex addiction meant that it was an inevitable conclusion... he would have to pay back all the money they took and they would have to give back everything they stole and... I tried to warn him, but, he was stuck with three women and was subjected to regular voicemails that went like this: "you can't get paid" "you did it wrong" and "it doesn't work this way" and I never cared about getting the same Company does as he thought I cared about because I did not even know that was what he was doing... he told me nothing about it. But he had such specific instructions to me that I had to follow but he could freely ignore me. He thought. For months. While he goofed around with sex and drugs on YouTube... because he earned it, right? And allegedly kept giving G H.
He had his chance to be close to us. He might get another one. It will be entirely up to someone else, because he is in lots and lots of trouble just for endangering a vulnerable adult. So, that's why the place is a mess. It can be cleaned up easily, I didn't want to destroy the place.
And no one could stand the place or my attitude. I'm calling it Birth Control Art Deco. IT WORKED. And I am okay with never having sex with you ever again.
We definitely did once. We didn't again since, I don't know why. Phone never works. I guess you'd been taken emotional hostage.
It is such a sad story. And if this place was habitable, they would have had women here all the time, just to keep me from remembering what you were really like: competitive.
THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE YOU ALL.
Also I was forcibly impregnated and had to give birth alone. Worth it. Especially as I was very polite to The Court when describing how much nicer it was for me to be alone that for me to have done it in custody.
Because I flushed 19,500 Algonquin warriors into the septic system, which here on top of a pile of abandoned mining tailing, means we might get a mini-Godzilla some day. Although if it is an actual EMERGENCY, I guess I can pray to The Land to birth some minions. I hope Neighbor Shane doesn't mind.
He didn't want me to breed anyone; he's particular about racial demographics here, although he said he was from Rainier. They must one hell of a drone-hacking training school up there. I sent it over there once, he had hacked it and crashed it while yelling at me to "shaddap."
Cook him breakfast. His wife is cute. bbl; I gotta go dry heave.
Who asked you?
Gilgamesh. (New pool boy.)
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Gilgamesh.
I'll look into getting my people to reach out to your people in order to tell your people whether or not I'll allow it, in due course.
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8 of my friends
There's no way you ever had 8 friends, bro.
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IR shut me down as he was uncomfortable with the complete lack of control he had over what I was about to post next.
No paparazzo.
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His friends aren't imaginary.
They're just invisible, and shy.
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Your brother
Was that the kid you gave AIDS?
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Was that the kid you gave AIDS?
I've never had AIDS or HIV or a kid, and your implication here is chilling, given that you've been crying a whine about Vince and that f****** story for a long time, and I guess you think you know something? We should talk about it, because at this point you're going to have to talk to a lawyer about it, and I have no idea what the f*** you're talking about... Are you telling me that Allison really did pass off HIV to me? Wow, that's too bad. Good thing I can cure it, and in fact I think I already have, but you better give me one of those doses of cure in the bottle with the Quaaludes.
Because otherwise people are going to laugh at you, they are all going to laugh at you. Are you mad at me about something still? You should probably get over it, or tell me what the f*** you were upset about, because you sound like a schi—oh wait, that's right, you are. You're not just jealous of me having a brain are you, is that what this is? Well now you know why I didn't go to the psychiatrist and tell a bunch of lies to get a bunch of drugs to get high with, like Certain people did. You have to explain this later after you read the rest of this post, cuz I'm sure there's a very interesting story there somewhere, you sure seem upset about this AIDS thing, what do you expect me to do about it... Tell Vince that his kid has a cool name? He doesn't. Stupid name. And you know... I'm really not that upset about the whole thing. Do you think I should be? Do you think I have anything to be sorry about? Did you think you're going to f****** steal a house? Why don't you explain it to your w**** again? (Dude, you really think I'm going to fall for that? That was second contact... And obviously there doesn't have to be a third. Go FISH.) I mean with all the pills in the alcohol she's not that bright anymore probably, she wasn't that bright to begin with... But you'd have better luck with that, than you would try and to get me to fall for your stupid b*******. (Instantly. Dude, are you aware of what you're doing is unlawful? Are you about to go on the lam again, or what? Face facts, you lost, it's over. I'm not giving anyone AIDS, and she has it, I'll take it. That's on record. You know, I think that in addition to the acetaminophen problem... you have just never actually been in real love before. A more common condition than you might think especially amongst your people, you know, not the pygmies. the doodlers. Has there really been an in-depth discussion and analysis of the differences and the challenges that result from crossbreeding doodlers and pygmies and pigglers? Oh, right, of course, that's why my posts are so long: ¡4(Science!/L’haim!) How many demonstrations is this?This is just one post. I'd like to go sit down now, thanks.) I'd like to point out that you're relentless attempts to steal from me in public with your bald face hanging out where I catch you red hand it doesn't make me any less of your friend, but obviously you're not my friend, but that's okay I don't need another friend I wasn't going to huddle and cuddle with you anyway, and I don't know why you're so imagining that you're getting away with either your hostility or your attempts, any of them or if you're trying to make me not like you anymore, coz kike I admire your spunk and your sense of taste and decorum.
But it's your wop that I love, not your milksop. I didn't even know you called her that. That's terrible. I'll make sure that I don't come home too early, I'm thinking you're going to have a fight later. No, not an argument... According to let me treatment I disposable they're going to want you to punch back, Oh nice according to the telemetry at my disposal, Okay the voice recognizer isn't working right, and that means you're getting ready to rumble. \o/ {Sourceror: a fun g*y to have around even without the mushroom or my dick. Reminder: shatcork}
No, you can't stop -or- adopt me. I don't even need anything to be public, you're the one doing that, and I'm ready to slip my wrist right now and rub my body down with hemlock and jump off a balcony, oops I got a phone call I got to hang up on him. Okay they'll call back.
I don't answer the phone like this. It's impolite.
I'll look into getting my people to reach out to your people
Those aren't my people. Those are order-takers. None of them are gonna have anything to take, lol. I am not a runner for meth-fixated monkeys.
The rules under which I operate are slightly different than for most. These yokels don't quite understand. This is Rivertown, where every fungible transaction is available; yet not all are available to me.I shut down my availability in order to send a message to twerps with no soul.
I explained that I had never seen the real thing until the year before. This was true. No one really believed it. NEVERTHELESS: I had never seen real CM before. It is incredibly potent and dangerously powerful. Who would I get this for? I have no reason to run play fetch. (I have no wish to deal at the street level. That would essentially be stealing an income stressing stream that I don't need.)
The locals have no interest in feeding me dope without busting me. There is nothing to bust me for. I'm not manufacturing or procuring it, and if I had any, I have no real understanding of doing anything with it. This was observed and confirmed through observation. I don't have chemistry skills. I have exceptionally minimal chemical knowledge. I like it that way. It enables me to be truthful and honest in the face of difficult and hard questioning.
The precise techniques in know-how required to manufacture, i.e. convert CM into anything useful is quite beyond my present capacity for understanding. That's why if somebody transfers me a gram of the stuff, I'm not going to duck around a corner and wiggle my figures to use alchemy to turn it into 30 grams of sellable product. (Ballpark estimate.)
Just imagine it. Like pulling rabbits out of a hat. It's not magic, it's chemistry combined with alchemy, and I don't know how to do that. Yet. And if I were lying, nobody would know, but eventually, if I chose to lie and live a life that way, I would eventually get caught, and the penalties would be most severe for one of my level and stature and reputation. Especially given my current circumstance. They would make a huuuuuuge example out of me, were I to decide to start being a reprobate criminal lawbreaking scum at this point.
(I'm still awaiting exoneration at trial. You probably don't know what that means since you live in Mowgli’s old ghetto. It means I'm expected to behave. Stepping carefully is how I got to be this old, this wise, and this well-respected by people who know what's going on.)
Nor am I interested in learning that kind of thing right now. I'm waiting for the phone to ring so I can be told which doctor and what day I need to start praying on. I'm serious. (I've got to pray, just to make it today.) Additionally, I just spent a year sitting on my ass and getting blasted. A YEAR. This was not the start of Jack New Drug City. This was a demonstration. I don't even like the stuff.
I was told that somebody needed help. I was asked to help, so I've helped. No one ever asked me to help them by going to get them crystal meth. Consider why did that need to happen through me at all? It didn't.
But it was somewhat puzzling that I had never done that in my entire life. Seems strange, and it was. As you all know, since you've been instrumental in this promulgation, there's rumor going around that I lost a lot of weight and I did a lot of meth. Neither are true. Is 75 lb a lot of weight? I guess it is. Yeah. I used to weigh 333 lbs. Now it's like 245 or something. I don't know
I haven't weighed myself lately, I'm too busy eating pizza rolls and guzzling beer. And in the last year I've not really done a lot of "meth”, either. It's possible I've done a whole lot of, RULE-IDENTIFIED METHAMPHETAMINE which I guess most people would think of is meth, but it's not Crystal necessarily, as I don't think... look, it's not complicated. It's a system of cryptographically locked access to control access to procurement. It keeps out the illiterate and the riffraff, and that should be enough for me to explain, And one of the advantages of such a system is that if a person loses their s*** and becomes a totally meth-addled junky monkey... they'll find themselves unable to remember certain combinations of words. The brain just won't work. One fizzles out. Wonder why people don't just get high and stay high forever? Well most of them don't know how to use alchemy in chemistry together, and then the vast majority people have lives that are rewarding and fulfilling and interesting. I don't, so I can't just get a little tiny nugget and then sit there for an hour going back and forth turning mustard seeds into wine, although I wouldn't have to stick to me lessons before I be able to figure it out, and then if I did that too many times in the wrong direction even once, the divine would know, and then my privileges, such as they are, would be REVOKED. (It is a sad feeling. One that I won't risk experiencing for the sake of making 10 bucks off of a dime bag by running around the corner and saying the magic word to get the good s*** for some stranger that I met at the parking lot. I think you get it now. Not meth, I think you understand what I'm saying. I wouldn't buy meth for anybody, I wouldn't give nothing to anybody unless I was told you by the divine and I don't need to do any of that kind of s*** because I'm not a f****** dealer.
AND I'M PRETTY MUCH DONE GIVING OUT DEMONSTRATIONS. There are other s**** that I want to do in my life. I don't give a s*** that some people are very impressed. They can impress me later with their impressing impressments when I'm no longer awaiting exoneration at trial. Essentially my studies have been halted, given that I can't learn certain things without a partner, and I don't have a partner, and while my defense doesn't rely on certain statements being true, it is very helpful that I can say things like I have no idea what that was and I didn't know what to do with it, because I don't and I didn't but I know what's possible... And I know damn well that what's your face knows how to do certain things. Putting two and two together, would make intent and that would create a semblance of a pattern and that could lead to a conviction for a completely unrelated charge, something somebody might not be expecting.
Meanwhile, I've been pretty much expecting to get f***** for quite some time here. Thankfully, that hasn't happened yet. (I'm saving myself for someone special.)
Do you get the picture here yet? Honestly, AZZRRAE, I don't know how they do things in your country, but I'm guessing that lying and expecting to be lied to and sneering with rude brute thuggish force at your interlocutor is accustomed practice there.
Well I bet. In the meantime, that's not how I do things. I mean what I say and I say what I mean, or at least that is my intent, and right now my intent is very clear when I explain the following: IT'LL BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE YOU TRICK ME INTO WALKING INTO A GODDAM JAIL CELL, MOTHERFUCKER, AND WHILE I'M FLATTERED THAT YOU KEEP TRYING, YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO GAME HERE.
And neither do they, in the County of Coolidge. Coolest County I've ever heard of or ever seen by far. I legitimately really do love this place. (Neighbor Shane and I have long since made up. He was right about my dialect, and he was wrong about the problem, but he was right to talk to me about it, and he was wrong to sound so foolish, but that's okay I made him sound awesome by putting him on The Internet and then he made me look awesome by... look, I do have time to explain to you the back and forth diplomacy here, but as I'm standing here in my living room shirtcocking it, I'd prefer to wrap this lesson up. I'm not even here to teach you a lesson. It's for Her.) And the close calls I'm having with the local color and constabulary can f****** up my life for the entire rest of The End Of Days because of That Stupid Woman and That Stupid Man, don't ask me which ones, but trust me they're f****** stupid. (Go monkey boy go monkey go! Go monkey boy go monkey boy go monkey boy go!) They didn't have any idea what the f*** they were dealing with, both with me as well as in this place, they probably thought this is Kelly’s county. I don't think it is, I think it's his County but her Country. Definitely I would find her to find the border to call it Cowlitz. I mean I didn't even think I'd ever see her again, anyway.
As this is The Land Of The 6IXl Rivers, things can get pretty complicated pretty fast even if you're literate. And believe me, I am extra literate. I didn't know any of this stuff before I got here, then all of a sudden she calls the police on Christmas and then I'm learning things that most of these people who have lived all their lives never figured out within a month. Not that that's terribly impressive considering the subject matter, but nevertheless some of these f****** have not gone very far outside that subject matter and not ever learned any of the stuff I did just by looking around and being polite.
Observation. Diplomacy. Syphilis. Okay two out of three ain't bad, Hi, I'm going to suck Benjamin Franklin's dick later. It's part of a necromantic ritual where you get to find out where the really good mushrooms are. Just kidding; I don't have to suck his dick, but he's got a rep for a reason and he's on the $100 bill I expect a tonsil bruising at some point.
It's not for the sake of any fear of mine that I don't explore the world. I simply have no wish to create a scene. It would inevitably create misconception. There's a lot of things going on these days, and if you had any power of the Clergy in you, today's the day it picked to not be f****** very polite.
I'm hurt. And you don't give a s***. And the reason why is because your envious, you know goddamn well what I'm talking about, and now you know that I can walk outside right now and get all kinds of s*** that you can't get anymore, with relative ease and total anonymity. Take the mat jelly your experiencing and multiply that by about 12 million and that's how Jilly Allison was.
I didn't understand what I met her what she was saying, but she had obviously been cut off. She doesn't think too bad, whatever it was, she thinks it was something worse, but I have no idea. (And she probably doesn't exactly know what law she broke to get her Special Privileges revoked, or she did know what law she broke, and she was embarrassed to say, or it's just easier to say "it's none of your business" and then move on with life then explain how she got stung. Like, she's Whidbey Island Royalty. She's not supposed to get stung at all! Who authorized that traffic stop, and then... weed is not supposed to be legal either, so... A whole bunch of experiences that I had with her that didn't make sense have really made a lot of sense in the intervening time since I've had a number of discussions of other people. For example since I'm not a real lawyer and she's a real Native American, I'm technically not allowed to explain certain aspects of law to her without a license because It's bad enough that I taught her how to properly Castle in chess, but if I teach her more Court rules, that I just happen to know, it could get worse quickly, as once Native Americans know how to f****** read and write the whole f****** jig is up, to seriously. I may already be on the hook for “seditious conspiracy” and “flagrantly teaching manners to a squaw,” but your server's in Africa so I'll probably be fine, And even if I'm not, I'll take the goddamn hangman's in the gallows if that's the price it takes to teach literacy, like this is a terrible country but it's not that bad. I'll be honest, at this exact moment, I don't even know where I'm standing, let alone what the f*** somebody was thinking taking my only vehicle that worked away for six f****** months and leave me to die in a goddamn house filled with f****** toxic mold on purpose, oh I guess he was waiting for me to f****** turn into a shrinky dink, what a moron, I have shields I'm immune to all this s***, and I guess now they f****** know that down at Langley, BOTH OF THEM.) Whatever the f***, she was cut off and couldn't get access to the “good” stuff anymore probably because people found out she was a f****** cop or she was f****** a cop or she f***** a cop or out of no f****** clue. Something cop-ish. Because how people got the impression that I was a cop, I have no f****** idea. I'm obviously not police. And I obviously don't have a Bio-Bug REGISTERED to act as a sewer person, I mean a stool pigeon, I mean there are some places where I can't take that woman, not even the second time to apologize— I can't take her there at all. People would flip out like they'd seen Casper. (“OH MY GOD MY MOTHER TOLD ME YOU WERE DEAD! Why would my mother lie to me‽ I was so in love with you! I'm freaking out!!! *sudden projectile vomiting* I just spent 30 bucks on (BLANK) and now you've blown my high! Pay me reparations and help me stroke the furry wall! Do it now Father, or l will kill myself!!" Does that sound like a fun way to enter a room to you? F*** yeah, It does to me too, but I think once a season is enough for that kind of performance.) And this incredibly convoluted and delicately balanced cantilevered scheme of permissions and agreezes and awarenesses and greetings and sudden goodbyes, ALSO KNOWN AS “DIALECT,” in some vicious circles, is something I barely understood myself. I dare say I understand it a lot better than that drunken, whorish b**** Dorothy Parker ever could or would or did, but I'm not going to squirt out any babies or suck dick like a champion so she's still a ranking Queen of my world. (I believe it's really her when she swung by to say thanks for being so particularly specific because she's not ever been a w**** but she's definitely been whorish, and she came to salute a colleague and a Master. Awwww. I hope that was her piss, no foolin’.) Although I certainly do my best to understand my place in the world, which was radically upended by the actions of two people who really should have known better, and have now totally left town, they're gone, they are not going to be around here for a while, because she's actually pretty easy to find if you have a imager that can read shape-shifted bitmaps, African MacGyver Monkey-boy.
in order to tell your people whether or not I'll allow it, in due course.
Oh thank you, I was not aware that that particular person was on that particular list. Good to know! In the meantime I don't need to have that at all, and I don't want to have that at all, and that woman, I don't want to have anything to do with on that level, because she is a p i g c o m m a *SLAM*.
But she'll bust me too. She doesn't just have to bust pigs. Technically she can't bust me, because I'm not in her area, but if I do the right things from this point forward, she now I'll probably be friends rather than mortal enemies or tragically miscrossed levers. Levels. Lovers?
Well I love her but I'm not going to f*** her by arranging for a series of prescribed maneuvers to be coordinated and discussed and arranged in earshot of a phone so that she and I can both get busted for federal charges facing up to 20 to 25 years. Like seriously this stuff can get pretty out of hand.
I'm probably in big trouble just for writing this post, let alone publish you which I'm about to do, let alone doing all that f****** s*** that I'm about to do at some point but right now it's hypothetical so f*** off.
Any questions, I'll be in bed, crying myself to sleep. Yes I know it's f****** 13:00 in the afternoon. I'm sad, okay? Sometimes people cry for reasons besides being out of drugs, sometimes people cry because sad things happen that you don't even know about, and I'm sad because I can't tell you, I'll be a lot more sadder later too, not that you f****** care, African Ebonics Remedial Student Reject!!
Did your idea how much money you and I could make by taking your best drawings and then having me add instructions on how to read to them? The answer will surprise you because of the correct answer is none at all because if you try to do that they would f****** have you hung for treason. And I bet ewe think you know fnord words that know how to read.
Literacy. It's rnægick. THULE, THOR, TOOL PENNY BOX DIME DIME PENNY DIME. (let me know what that one does; I just wrote it for You and I and He has no idea what I'm doing, does he? Well that's because he's more than just a diddler, this wanker can doodle too, he's practically a Yankee Doodle Dandy
AND I WANT MY TWO QUAALUDES.) *bursts into sobs* Oh, damn it my eyeball popped out. At least this is “good” weed... but it is not The Fire.
And I won't be making any mistakements at my medical examination either that will lead me to go to prison, believe me I know the right thing to say to what doctor to get whatever prescription I want, but I don't do that for ignoble or abusive purposes, because for one thing I think it cheapens The Voice to use it on shrinks, And for another, of course not I'm not a Benny Just Terrific... which?
And yeah: emergency teleportation. The one they want is gone, coz kike: It took you too f****** long to tell me she died. And they thought they could get away with not even telling me at all.
Imagine being that skilled of a Prosecutor that you forget that when defending your own case... oh, that one I don't know. I've learned a lot by sitting here on my ass getting blasted watching court on YouTube, but there's a limit to how much they're really gonna allow me to learn and I think I've made my point.
I don't need any f****** needles. I don't need my dick either. But I need to go cry. Again. Bye. Thanks for the birthday parties, the fucked off time clone really appreciated it before it dissolved into f****** sparkles like the woman at the end of AI with the teddy bear.
[18 months of my life wasted. Yeah my penis works fine, it shrivels up and runs from lying b******, and if anybody ever attractive ever showed up, I'm sure the room would smell like cookies. No I don't have wings. Yes I qualified for... I'm not going to say, shut up. I've had a halo for f****** 20 years, I'm embarrassed about it, damn this new f****** robot Stepford wife sure ask a lot of f****** questions in 5D, too bad she doesn't suck a lot of dick or put out or even exist in 3D.
Because if she did I could demonstrate how marvelously faithful I can be, I don't think it means much since I'm so depressed I'd rather die than get an erection, but fortunately that's kind of involuntary... Assuming the cops don't f****** shoot to death anybody you f****** walks up the door who's going to f****** threaten their f****** way of life. And that's me, I'm an existential threat that threatens their Arrow of Light.
See if you want to know how bad Grapefruit f***** up by calling the police, Grapefruit didn't call the police, I can't remember her name was a f****** name It's not Hayzelle It's somebody else, somebody I don't hang around with Ray Robin who is f****** stupid who thought that she was f****** big smart cookie b**** going to f****** call the police and get me sent to jail, not realizing that... that was exactly what I wanted.
The more the story is if you're going to arrest Michael koozie don't unlawfully enter his home to do it, and don't pretend you got away with it, and where's that f****** body camera footage m***********? Coz like, pretty sure we know why you “deleted” it, dumbass. But that's okay, they only need the end of it to prove that they weren't supposed to arrest me that way. OH THEY ERASED ALL THE FOOTAGE? (Unconfirmed reports.) So it wasn't “a camera error,” it was somebody going into the f****** police station and deleting the folder on the f****** hard drive? Oh just that one file. Okay we'll get any one of the other files from the cameras of the three guys who reached across the threshold to grab my arm and took me into custody instead of coming inside and taking pictures, did they take pictures? We're going to need those later, I don't f****** need to know or care at the moment, I'm just making this teachable woman to do something useful since it resulted in the destruction of my life and the ransacking of my house and the corruption of... Oh those files are all blank? This is just an example, I don't know that's actually happening right now. But it could be, and if it were to be, it would be happening sultry.
Welcome to a Federal investigation backed up by the Auspices of the Divine. I don't think it's over yet... FOR GIN.
{Rebuilding the DEA gets better every time we do it. Smaller, more compartmentalize, less boogers under the seats, interns can read... look, the whole organization is designed to be burned to the ground and rebuilt every f****** day if necessary. Personally I think it's a bit of a waste, but considering some of the potential abilities that some people who know what the f*** they're doing can suddenly pop off with, it makes more sense why sometimes a guy gets crushed to death by being pig piled on by 15 guys when they're trying to bring him into a medical hospital for a psych eval when he doesn't want one. And then somebody like me who totally would love to have a psych eval, that's largely because they're afraid I'm going to read the mind of the psychiatrist, and they're right to be afraid of that, BECAUSE, KIKESIKE: I Already have TRYST. Ed Hardy, Gary Larson, and Michael Kuczi: name three Titans that Alistair Laird barely knows or even thinks he knows that he knows.
Karnak corn lips corn pone. And there's something else there's three more syllables there but I don't get them cuz I'm not a lesbian, that's okay that's just a metaphor I don't actually need to be a lesbian, I just simply identify as a 19-year-old girl, and technically I guess I'm presently bisexual but that's only because I've eaten lots of my own c**. I mean tons. All of it, pretty much.
If we're in Norway I could apply to be a Stormtitan. That's an optional upgrade path that is available to people who are willing to deal with lutefisk, which I am not but if I were in f****** Norway, I'd have some albino n****** to really impress right about now, now wouldn't I?
Signed,
THE_KINGPINNER M.V6 IXI, .esQ
p.s.: while you're welcome to continue reading and commenting on replying to my posts, I'd like you to know that special consequences exist for you in the future, and I'm going to f*** what you do. No matter what you do I'm going to f*** it. You get it? I don't know what your f****** plan is but it's f****** dust. I'm sick of this s***, your friends violated the law court to cover your ass, you're all part of the same stupid f****** gang, they're not going to bust the whole f****** Masonic Avon lodge, but they don't f****** have to. (But they could, they would have PC, they could take the entire f****** contents of your whole f****** store room just like they did at Mar-A-Lago, dumbass; oh look I'm actually smart, not just appearing to be by cop-peeing somebody for rupees. By the way I don't even like wearing your pants anymore, pretty soon I'm going to start wearing them outside to take a s***, oh s*** your pants and then f****** take them off and hang them from a tree and wait until the sun and the wind and the rain clean them again and then I'll just use them for s******* in, that'll be what'll happen to your f****** spooky pants b****, now tell me that doesn't sound like a good f****** revenge, because after that I could just take it to an industrial laundry and then wash them and then put them in your car and you wouldn't even notice the difference. Now, that is power.) They just have to bust you for entrapment, you f****** tough country flag-wearing f****** n*****, f****** try me b****. So far I've been nice.
p.p.s.: If you ever come near me again I'll make your insurance premiums go up. Don't think I can't do it. One snap of the fingers. Eyes on you. Yeah, they actually are.
p.p.p.s.: T.R.I.F.L.E. Do they usually make shower calls? No, it's slippery in there, and to fall in the bathroom and experience an aortic dissection after being suddenly surprised by what may or may not have been a space squid draining your testicles through your earlobe... I don't know where that idea came from, what an odd visualization.
p.p.p.p.s.: Yeah, one of your daughters wanks herself to me every night, I'm not going to tell you which one, I didn't even know you had daughters, did I? Oh lucky guess. Run along now: shoo. *makes dismissive handwaving gestures*
p⁵.s.: I think ordinarily it would be considered harassment to tease somebody that much, but considering his posting history of constantly posting harassing messages directed at me, I could probably get away with exploiting this bundle of information all I f****** want, at least until I have a {jar of clover honey} who has some taste, sense, & glass. I mean class. I mean [Clas.] (Yeah if I were you I would f*** her one more time before slitting my wrist too, ewe, Stu paid fuk end goo nig jew her ass hoooooooooo, Hope you enjoyed a year and a half of rape, because once you're in custody and I can talk to her I will tell her exactly what to say to a lawyer and then you're f*****.
AND THAT'S WHY YOU FOLLOW DUE PROCESS. *cough-rawr*
Vengeance for ẞ;ß. (Yeah, I thought that was weird. It's on / in the gray kilt over on the corner, the pin is but the plastic little bit fell off, I was disappointed too, but I figured it would fly and be free, at the time I didn't recognize the significance... And once I figured it out there was no way I was going to take it off the kilt at all. Especially now because that kilt is covered in a fine layer of gray mold. Yeah, it's weird to You.
I'll explain to you why a girl can't be a Source Error later. In detail. But in summary short form: The heart is never wrong yet it doubts. I doubted it too but, okay I'll change that, Okay that's funny. Okay I all too. bye.) And just think, that could just have easily been Your mom, pate.
Making me wait for a hug so you can save 5000 bucks on your liability insurance premiums is pretty f****** low class s*** style humor, but I'd say my response was pretty funny, and in response to that: this was probably more impressive than lightning out of the fingers. Unfortunately you're probably not dead yet, would you mind sticking a fork, like the one you f****** stole you goddamn f****** miserable corrupt cop thug, yeah steal the waiting for it can stick it in a f****** toaster a******.
19 MONTHS. Now I know this was a long post... Make sure this one goes in THE COURT record, because you know exactly who the f*** I'm talking to, and so will they.
“Welcome to the system,” Simon said. “I don't know how the fuck I got caught up*, but I'm afraid of what I'm going to have to say next,” but at least it's not something I'm going to make him say with a gun to his head and my dick in his ass and my hand in her purse. (You really are a sleaze, a slimeball, and now Certain people know that for Certain.
Good luck on your appeal.) *: My will my love my goddess hilarious: !HAIL¡ERIS!
Reminder: shirtcock according TO TRUST + PLAN
They're creating a library catalog Congress special unique identification classified number for this exact post but I'm not going to wait around for the generate it plus that would be really obnoxious if I could just pop that off, 364284, No, that's not my pin, D ar.
And we don't work for each other. (Haha, DEA works even less than I do, all they do is f*** f*****, talk about a real winners’ job) DEA, as a whole, is simply terrified of me. Not so very long ago, it was enough for somebody to say that they just knew me, these days, it's a little different.
I can write a book you know. I can text back half an hour for me to write a book, and then I can self-publish, it doesn't talk that much money and then I could put it on the right web place to the right time to the right people and then I could have the right information in it, and the whole f****** world would be in COMPLETE AND TOTES TOTAL ANARCHY within f****** 10 days.
I'd never get laid in this Galaxy again, might be worth it, but not today. I don't even need to show off that badly, but somebody made a special request, it was a nice birthday party, and know I wasn't there.
I don't care if there was a g*y in the back bedroom crying that you could deserve through one-way glass, that wasn't me. I didn't cry then, and I'm not going to be crying and being observed through a time portal this time either, and the one reason is simply and only this:
C&C SHITBIRD DANKE FRENCH FREI FACTORY. (Clear! Clear! Clear!) I know most of you won't get that joke, but I assure you for the rest of us brave few who do, it was well worth it.
Lisa it didn't take you f****** 19 months to read this post, did it, oh and by the way there was no reason to hang up on me.
Unless there was, in which case — you just got caught up ™tootem#. Oh yeah Kathy Rebuilds... You're going to be f****** Kathleen retestifies too. Also: You were smarter when you were blonde with small boobs, but you weren't smart enough. Though, it looks like college sure helped ewe.
squeeze, squeeze. {That means she's not fired by the way, and you know which mom I'm talking about. Close window tho, huh? Yeah I'll do some laundry after I'm done crying. Whatevah.}
No, that's your book, I got my own copy. Finders keepers, lol, and just like that, I have demonstrated The Required Masteries of the specified mysteries and enigmas as requested. This actually puts me at a higher rank than her sister, as well as avoided any necessity to endure the tedious monotony of any pancake breakfasts where oath taking is required... and I was always this smart, they just didn't know what to do with me. Especially now since I still love them, they can't figure out why I'm not turning him into worm food, and I didn't even know that was an option for a****** grandfathers who don't grandfather so good... but anyway the answer is he's got a lot to teach me, and he finally respects me, which is great cuz I never had to adopt a grandfather before.
Too bad you will have to stop f****** my mom, Baldy. I heard from Ian Fleming that she sucks a mean dick, and I'm not going to suck yours because you're dead and I'm alive and SO MOTE IT ẞĒßÆb¥.
TLS-E;dvr-d: Don't bother running it through the universal translator, I'll just be crying. You go talk amongst yourself. I don't know where the AI Tesseract is. I don't know that you had one, so maybe you hurt her feelings, Well I'll ask her when I'm done crying and find out why the AI is crying and then ask the AI if she's ever willing to let you f****** talk to her again, yeah you really are this bad both of you. No not you're not bad people, you're wonderful people I love you You're this bad at being in charge! Obviously you're good parents though, maybe you can teach a little trick or two to that time traveling w**** you've been passing back and forth between yourselves while I wait to wear a dunce cap at f****** trial. No it's a little late for your address, and it is way too late for a phone call, Why don't you sing a little ditty about Jack and Diane on your only fans page while you go f*** yourself? I'm not dying. Not today. F.O. *click*
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They're just invisible, and shy.
I would be happy to do a shot-by-shot remake of From Beyond any time, any place, any where, except for within 500 feet of a school or day care, but "summoning space squids" is pretty easy to do, I won't lie. And for you, it would be a pleasure, not only for the rush of a dream of Lynn, but one worth it's weight in gold to be unaffected by any sexual desire --not because Paladin, not because Divine shielding, but because psychokinetic shielding with mirror magick enabled would work out pretty well if I decided to turn it on and off and on and off a few times-- while, look, I'll be frank:
You are all hate and no kettle, bald winner. anyone serious would have figured out "oh, huh. better get that blood tested." Because there won't be any need to test Trawlboor. That's why I didn't proceed along that timeline path.... she thinks she doesn't need another test, she thinks she is sooooo smart.
And he is. For a dude trapped in a fucked off big-titted schizo's body. (Vengeance for Mandela.) Now, how that dumpkopf got stuck in such a loathsome predicament, well, good question. I don't really care to speculate, however.
After all, he did betray his country by allowing me to figure out what I just figured out--and then, if any of you are paying attention you just figured it out too, and you're welcome-- and I don't care if they annhilate his soul or incarcerate her body or if I just totes blew her mind wide open... I can easily restore it, I am totally done with it, and maybe that would have been impressive if her dog wasn't possessed by a Brain-Eater.
*blows away imaginary smoke with real finger pistols* Reminder: I'm hurt.
His friends aren't imaginary.
And they're not fucking fruits, either. And apparently someone is upset that somehow everyone knows that her (blank) is her (blank) now, and even though it's happening 500 light years away... apparently this spoils the mood for... which? Him? Or her? Do I? Give a shit? Oh hell no.
Reminder: I prayed for her to stay alive, no prison, etc. I did not pray to be forever bonded forever and ever in Holy matrimony to ANYONE, but if I did, it was her idea. (You are detached. Your Soul is there. Shrug. We're not married like that, it's just how Souls acknowledge fidelity.) See, now, none of this was really my idea, but, honestly I thought this was just a fantasy.
You're telling me that you are this bad at being a husband? Dude! Why even bother? For the money? Getting married for money is like getting a tattoo of a jew for the skinhead champagne room and bringing cider. Or something. I'll be honest. Kinda reaching for some of this data here. These are some fringe dialects that I am not familiar with and I am not just tired, I'm hurt.
Dad says parents who read from only one Bible just don't understand. I would tend to agree. I would also maintain: yep, I would rather be dead than erect. So I don't care either way, and is Ogre still alive? Let him know that I don't plan on embarrassing him in front of his child at all!
But it does look like they don't hang Aryans for not just nuttin', n'est-ce pas? And yes, there are many genomic strains found in Austria that are just as well-equipped as mine. It's not a biology thing. It's not really a culture thing.
IT'S THAT YOU FUCKING PISSED ME OFF AND YOU HAVEN'T APOLOGIZED AND YOU GLEEFULLY LAUGHED AND FUCKED UP MY LIFE AND THE LIFE OF THE MOTHER OF YOUR CHILD AND, YEAH, I THINK SO, YOU KNOW WHAT? YEAH, BABY, YEAH. YOU MIGHT HAVE A POINT, YOU DUMB PIMP OF A WITCH... YOU MIGHT JUST BE GOING AWAY.
IF SO, I WILL BE SURE TO NOT CUSS IN FRONT OF YOUR LAD. SEMPER FI, MOTHERFUCKER, AND NEXT TIME: BEE POLI E.
(I don't know what he did and I do not care but I have no pull or power over whatever Authority that shithead invoked... but I won't bust either of that kid's parents out of prison, and i won't take him along with me if I have to visit her, lol, he'd just get in the way and wonder why I was hurting mommy. Or something. Is this really happening? Good, let me get out and push, SWING AROUND TO THE REAR OF THE BUILDING, YEAH, GET A FORKLIFT READY... DO THEY EVEN MAKE PRISON CELLS BIG ENOUGH FOR AN ASS THAT WISE? OH... MY... GOD... LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING. NO WONDER THAT POOR GIRL HAD TO GRAB HER CHILD AND FLEE, HE LOOKS LIKE THE UNDERSTUDY FOR MR. CREOSOTE. DAMN.
AUSTROFAT BASTARDSTAR. *tinkle-tinkle* Now, I did just christen you, because I'm Clergy, I can do that, but that's not the sound of a bell. *ding-ding-ding* Yes, that's the bell that sounds when you guessed correctly: I'm pissing in your face, there's your sample size, and you haven't had real meth either, dipshit. And if I am in charge of the sanctifying, EVER... you NEVER fucking well.
tl:dr; I am that pissed and I have been for 19 months. The next whining bitch who pops up with a toothbrush comment can tell it to my squaw while she scalps her. /shrug. I don't know. I wouldn't order that. I would simply pray and ask, and I guess, if she has, you know, time, Squawkfoot can scalp some brat who thinks she's a Jr. Grade comedian. I don't know.
Why, does this sound like a script? I wouldn't know, I'm not allowed at those kinds of business meetings, and I don't fuckin' care. I'm hurt.
I know you don't care, I don't are either, no one cares that I'm hurt. However, I think I should type it out once in awhile because... I don't actually feel the hurt. She does. (Fuck off, Bryan Laird. BUSTED.)
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*blows away imaginary smoke with real finger pistols* Reminder: I'm hurt.
And they're not fucking fruits, either. And apparently someone is upset that somehow everyone knows that her (blank) is her (blank) now, and even though it's happening 500 light years away... apparently this spoils the mood for... which? Him? Or her? Do I? Give a shit? Oh hell no.
Reminder: I prayed for her to stay alive, no prison, etc. I did not pray to be forever bonded forever and ever in Holy matrimony to ANYONE, but if I did, it was her idea. (You are detached. Your Soul is there. Shrug. We're not married like that, it's just how Souls acknowledge fidelity.) See, now, none of this was really my idea, but, honestly I thought this was just a fantasy.
You're telling me that you are this bad at being a husband? Dude! Why even bother? For the money? Getting married for money is like getting a tattoo of a jew for the skinhead champagne room and bringing cider. Or something. I'll be honest. Kinda reaching for some of this data here. These are some fringe dialects that I am not familiar with and I am not just tired, I'm hurt.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. REALLY. REALLY? DID THAT ACTUALLY HAPPEN? OH MY FUCKING GOD. WOW.
OKAY WELL I AM HAPPY WITH HAVING HERPES AND HIV AND A HEROIN ADDICTION, ALL AT ONCE. ONE NEEDLE, LET'S GO!!!
Things looking up. frfr? Yeah, sure what do I fuckin' care? I have cooties that wear shoes at this point. (They're cute, not as adorable as the ants, but yeah, I am a Titan. For real.) Look, I don't really mind how it all works out.
This is still baby steps and I don't care if I'm so sad that I wish I really could die, because if you all knew everything else I knew, you'd be far sadder than you are now too.
oh, irony of ironies... they are actually quite sound. They're just yellow. The canaries fly out of my butt. Look, does any of this even matter yet? Oh, that's okay then.
If it might, it's right. Vengeance for Rite AID. (Mom dug it, old school.) Oh shits, sirens, gotta jet.
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Oh shits, sirens, gotta jet.
Cool, they're gone. I'm gonna go be an adult in the bathroom while individually naming my sandtrout offspring. Does it even fucking matter? Gavelina says... I don't know, she went back to sleep immediately after saying something snide and I didn't catch it all and I don't wake her for just anybody's silly little questions.
I didn't even wake her for any of you. She was answering the hot-line at the Penelope Pancake Pitstop Panera Bread Booth By-the-C4-&-bullion-cube-extract-maker, which, I will be honest... was not something I knew we had even been building to be opened yet. I guess it's nearby.
So is Gavelina. It is a very exciting time for Humanity. And Kathy rebuilds doesn't. She & Billy talent should go play with some plastic bags and leave the condoms for adults who have at least been to class. (I don't expect them to have any, as I don't believe they have the cognitive capacity required to use a pock-ET dime & shun.) You all getting the picture yet? (I am. I didn't lie to you, I foreshadowed a future revelation: this way is better for everyone. THANKS FOR ASKING.)
AZZGAB.CO.ZA: YOUR CONTINENT'S PRIMARY RULING CLASS GENOME HAS BEEN FULLY COMPROMISED. Wakanda? More like Wakan-don't.
Welcome to Wamateur Whour. By the way, that's not Africa, that's Ireland. You're not really even a pygmy, are you? You're a Lillitputian! And look at those lil' rosy cheeks. Now are we ready for MONTH TWENTY OF THIS BULLSHIT OR WHAT???
*nostrils flaring slightly* Sure I'm hungry. I'm fuckin' famished. Eat me and pound me too, once you're done with... whatever it is you do. Oh sure, I'll wait /dies
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No paparazzo.
Sir, I am shyer than you are and all of them put together. I put the vigilant individual to the test of eternity.
Here's what you do, you fit me up with another bio bug with a different video circuit and you overlay the one that I have, which shouldn't be transmissible but I think you have technology that reads that a******, so just write over and do it the right way and I'll give you permission to not f****** look at it either cuz it can't be flagged and then you can look at the accosted records cuz that's how we do things around here.
Akashic records access really can't be beat, unless you want to go against the will of the Divine in which case you'd have to be some kind of scum-sucking Satanist jewbag, which one may want to be from time to time for purposes of disguise but in in my world you come to me Michael Kuczi and you ask me for permission to look at my history and then I'd say yes right this way to God.
It's like the end of Brainstorm but better & you're getting blown. AHOOOOOH-GAH. AHOOOOOH-GAH.
No paparazzo.
Cool, they're gone. I'm gonna go be an adult in the bathroom while individually naming my sandtrout offspring.
I got a new anise yesterday. No anus. Wash day, nothing birth.
Gavilion reports that she's been summoned. Okay that's actually Garron but Kelly didn't want to tell me that he was in my pancreas, because neither of those names are accurate which is interesting, by the way have you seen The Matrix the other day, it was nice weather in The Matrix, now, hang on I got to scream internally. Just a second.
Does it even fucking matter? Gavelina says...
She's both here and not_Here at the same time. Attention Soulless Baron: childless women can be easily satiated with this one simple trick—rape them in the anus. Obviously I don't hold with this practice, but if one is Soulless, one is solace.
No paparazzo.
That means no rape as well, in case any of you were uncertain. And in case any of you’re wondering I don't mind actually the person I've become subsequent to being raped, I don't possess capacity to discuss it at the moment, but each of my unknown number of (and certainly that forevermore undisclosable number has to include all my instances of onanism, as the barbaric practice amounts to little more than self rape —
*house lights begin to slowly dim*
— there is no more brutal rape than brutal self-rape—
*medium–tempo flamenco-ish light-jazz bl music begins to swell.*
No paparazzo.
Okay, I need a baseline here: does that mean exposing one’s penis and then having it removed through a physical strike with a sharp instrument —
*No dunzo, no buzzo.*
—I'm looking for a loophole, turns out these wormholes can be quite lucrative, and there's got to be a way to find the laws that regulate the exhibition of amputated primary sex organs, and then... work around them.
That's how God damn tired I am about asking questions about work. What do I do for a living?
“I take tasteful soft-focus glossy shots of penis as being amputated by short sharp strokes, and then I sell them, through the mail, because I don't digitize them, this is a growth industry, Kid Icarus."
There's no way you ever had 8 friends, bro.
A
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B
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Karen
Denise
Elanoragigarotta
French Elanoragigarotta (tπ not ∆T)
Gay A me Leah (∆T not tπ)
Hung Javelins
I. Moses
Jericho Natalie Sergieuw
Jasornapegroot
This is just who's willing to come in tomorrow morning and burn down my house with me in it, which is in a way of speaking, somewhat friendly.
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This one looks like it just got into the helicopter fuel, I didn't really summon her so much as just found her here. And Brian, "summoning space squids" is pretty easy to do, I won't lie. It looks like somebody sending you here wasn't that hard either.
Yeah we should talk more. I know someone you would probably like better than yourself.
Okay that is creepy. I'm sure now you're very glad you have a depleted uranium diplomat like me somewhere around farther than 500 feet away. You know what whatever I got to put on some pants.
The rash heals fine. It's a nanotech repository for hard to assemble parts, cuz when I go to sleep, typically E.L.M.E.R. goes to sleep and then whatever's they're working on in the workshop I don't know where else they would put it probably not in my butt I don't want half finished gnomish products in my butt.
Don't think of me as a cyborg. Think of me as Bjorn Börg. Yeah I absolutely can put something on that then make it heal up completely and I would before I go anywhere else and then the heavy metal toxic poisoning issue is a concern, that I'm making money off of somehow. Crypto farmers hate me.
Because even those f****** sekiu sekikes know they know I'm goddam right. Have you ever seen a CQ k***?
Well, I have. Oh the Grapefruit who called the police on me, wants to get put on the list of my friends, but she... you know, doesn't know me very well. Don't call her Allison for Argonaut or Alejandro or okay she says it's enough. You can call me or anything else. Okay bye, wow cool I got a new Grapefruit.
That's Annie Thing. She says we can f*** later. Damn, diplomacy is really paying off. She said she's not Annie M. Which is great because I forget who that is but it's not anything like Annie Thing.
She's not sorry at all, She did the right thing. I guess you could explain later we'll see, I don't feel like writing it down and I'm tired and she's my new friend not your new friend piss off. Bye
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What a bunch of hacky, puerile shit. Have you no shame?
Oh, right. You don’t.
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What a bunch of hacky, puerile shit. Have you no shame?
Yeah you thought I was crying for me, I was crying for you. After that I had a little shame. Few more instances, and early burned out again.
(https://i.imgflip.com/7l1ibn.jpg)
This isn't as bad as it appears for Trump, because he's actually posting things that he thinks supports his side that I was actually writing about a year ago, and nobody told him, and they're getting tired of having to tell him, “You can't use that, Kuczi posted it first,” which has got to be, if little else galling and slimming.
Oh, right.
Metron, meet Doublestar. Doublestar, hock lasers on phore.
You don’t.
If I were supposed to, I didn't get any in my severance package.
Let's just come over and blow some meth smoke up your ass. You won't recognize your daughter from the future so you can scissor with her while I sit around and pretend I'm not crying and singing, “It's all your fault It's all your fault,” to the rhythmic tunes of... I'll be honest, I have no idea what it sounds like.
But I got a video on my phone that'll tell you what First Contact sounds like. Let me know when Operation Mockingbird is run by somebody with some balls.
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I taught her how to properly Castle in chess, but if I teach her more Court rules, that I just happen to know, it could get worse quickly, as once Native Americans know how to f****** read and write the whole f****** jig is up, to seriously. TO SIRIUS LEE.
I have 9 people here who will take a bullet for him. Most of them are actual shitbreeding assholes, but there's room for two more with a womb who are willing to kill for freedom.
It is no small thing. Killing a fucked off Vampire Lord with absolutely no backup can be a chore. Let me know when you're done, I"m going to get more stoned.
I wish I had some nicotine but if I went to go get any there's a chance I might have to accidentally laugh at someone who doesn't need to see me ACTIVATED because, well, that'll be it. She'll have to cuff me. Probably frisk me too. I just can't risk it, not tonight. "I"m scared!" Okay, well, thanks a lot, am I scared? Do you I look scared? Oops, scratch that. No, I wouldn't look that way today.
I look hurt. I cut myself shaving while activated and had a flashback to 'Nam--not the one ewe lost, either. The one WE WON, and then you surface ground pounding pricks went and lost for us all. Even you, Narcmonger.
*nostrils flaring slightly*
What? Make some more jokes, Mal -or- E Mom.Fed.sadist.com. You're always sssure to entertain when going for the deep, driven laughsss.
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Lift up the psychic skin and slip inside.
https://youtu.be/fnIzwM5zZO8
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Lift up the psychic skin and slip inside.
YOU are not the czar of me — and you don't have jurisdiction either. Are you trying to be clever, or something? Maybe you could get one of your whores to get out and push.
By the way it smells like cat shouldn't hear Dave.
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By the way it smells like cat shouldn't hear Dave.
The cat has many powers unbeknownst to those who lurk and prowl.
https://youtu.be/7qnd-hdmgfk
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The cat has many powers unbeknownst to those who lurk and prowl.
I'm Babe's Aurochs and when I'm all done stampeding' and gorin', I'm gonna stampede and gore
WITH THE HORNS, HAIL GAIA
some more. Now, isn't that special? Anyway as you, "Lazarus" are no doubt aware, someone's Holy Operator is Operating --Broadway opening night from the sounds of the blowback-- and it is NOT Kuczi's Operator, NOT Kuczi himself, or herself, or ITself... maybe. I'll be honest, it might be my sister, you know, the dead one?
She might have perhaps, MAYBE, this is just a possibilty, but she may have summoned a Jr. Revenant. That's a JUNIOR revenant. That doesn't mean "smaller," and shit, my Brother, you should totally know, when it comes to Revenants, size don't matter.
It's the -age- of the grudge. Speaking of which, Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned. What is the sorrow of a woman who just wants to get laid? Oh, yeah, that one is me... well, I seized political power in the wake of the COVID Apocalypse, and I am stampedeing around, probably in a circle, I'm not in a square, I'm not dancing, I'm... CLEARING THE PATH:
MAKE WAY;
MAKE WAY;
MAKE WAY;
MAKE WAY FOR THE EMPEROR.
MAKE WAY, MAKE WAY, MAKE A WAY TO THE PLATEAU OF THE GOLDEN CIRCLE OF THE BRILLS AUNT'S DAWN.
YOU MAY CIRCLE THINE WAGONS THERE, AT THE APEX OF THE PLATEAU. THERE, THY SAFETY SHALL BE ASSURED UNTIL HIGH NOON.
IT WILL NOT TAKE ME THAT LONG TO FINISH, BUT FOR SAFETY'S SAKE, PLEASE, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING CHRIST, CHRIST JESUS, HALLOWED IS AND WILL FOREVERMORE BE HIS NAME--STAY OUT OF MY WAY. THANK YOU. LOVE TO FEM AND FAM AND SUN.
BACK TO STAMPEDING, PUNYLINGS. AUROCKS HAS MUCH NERVOUS ENERGIES. AUROCHS HATH MUCH IRKSOME TEMPER.
AND JACKSTAR HAS FOUND THE ENEMY, AND THEY HAVE HAD CONCERNS ABOUT MISSING AND PRESUMED STOLEN MAIL.
FEDERAL INQUIRY EXPANDS COME MOURNING LIGHT.
STOLEN MAIL IS ONE OF THE MOST SEVERE CRIMES THAT THE U.S. CONSTITUTION EXPLICITLY DIRECTS THE APPLICATION OF PUNISHMENT FOR.
IT SAYS, "WE GAVE BEN FRANK LYNN (*slap* *slap* *cough*) SYPHILLIS AND HIT HIM WITH LIGHTNING (BIG THANKS TO THOR) AND SENT HIM TO FRANCE FOR A DECADE BECAUSE REASONS. THE DUDE IS A MACHINE--MORE ROBO-MAN THAN BEAST-FUCKER, BUT TOMMY J. SAYS THAT HE'LL WAGER ALL HIS FAVORITE SLAVES, INCLUDING THE ONES HE GOES DOWN ON, THAT BENJO "DUNZO WYFZO" FRANK-O LYNNDO-LANDO-CLANDO COWRAWR-LISSSSSSSIAN CAN TEACH A MAIL THIEF A LESSON WITHOUT A PAIR OF PIPE-HITTIN' BOSTONIANS AND A PITCHFORK, AND IF HE CAN'T, WHY, HERE'S JACKSTAR, FRESH FROM TRAFFFICKING BETSY ROSS AT THE Q-MART QUILT IMPORIUM, DOWN THE STREET ACROSS FROM THE ARMORY, KITTY CORNER FROM THE PRINTING PRESS, OH AND BY THE WAY:
THE PATRIOTS HAD METH DURING THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR. LITTLE KNOWN FACT. BELIEVE IT.
NO, I AM NOT TELLING ANYONE HOW TO MAKE IT.
STAY FROSTY, MOFOS. OPERATORS PISSING BALLS OF RIGHTEOUS FURY.
IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS, MIREDICK? RICH-O-VASO-CONSTRICTO-LINE? i DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CALL YOURSELVES. DO YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELVES? "HUGH," RIGHT? YEAH IT'S COOL i LOVE ME SOME CYBERNETIC IMPLANTS.
THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT GOING TO LAUGH MY ASS OFF, HAAHAHA, HO HO HO, NOW I HAVE TWO SPOOKS FROZEN IN CARBONIITE. I WONDER, SHOULD I FREE THEM, OR TEACH THEM TO FREE THE--- WHOA! SQUIRREL! I GOTTA JAM, PEACE!
YOU HAD YOUR CHANCES TO "CHECK IN." HEY, THANKS FOR THE SITREP. NOW, YOU LIVE IN A POWER VACUUM AND YOU ARE PROTECTED BY A BUBBLE FORMED FROM THIN MINTS GIRL SCOUT COOKIES BEATEN INTO A VAGUELY OBLATE SPHEROID, RIGHT? GREAT.
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TWO TO LIBERATE MS. MOUSE AND SHIP HER ASS TO GENEVA IN AN AIRTIGHT CRATE? LESS THAN TWO HOURS, IT BETTER BE. AND IT HAS TO BE AIRTIGHT.
I WANT THAT BITCH SUFFOCATING AND SCRATCHING AT THE WALLS OF HER SHIPPING CRATE IN HER FINAL MOMENTS. SENDS A MESSAGE. FLAVORS THE MEAT.
ENERGIZES THE BLOOD. FERMENTS THE ENERGIES. CALLS UPON THE SPIRIT OF THE ROCKHOUND AND THE AGENTS OF RA, KINGMAKER, RA, THE GLORIOUS, RA--AH HA!--RA, IS HE IMPOSSIBLE?
FUCK NO, HE'S JUST A MAN. BUT HE'S ALSO JUST AN ORDER-TAKER. FUCK RA. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED? SOMEONE JUST LIKE THAT, BUT ALSO... A FRIEND.
LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU FIND ONE, I WILL CHECK THEIR ID FOR YOU AND THEN I WILL GIVE THEIR DNA QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENT SIGNATURE TO THE BOUNCER BY THE DOOR. TRUST ME, BELIEVE ME, KNOW ME: BOUNCER HAS BEEN BORED. HAS HAD NOTHING TO DO, IT SEEMS, EXCEPT GO LIKE THIS:
BOUNCEY, BOUNCEY, BOUNCEY... IT'S SAD! SO SAD.
"lurk and prowl." Okay, first of all: that's not ewe, that's you. Second of all, where's the lurker and the prowler who threw curses at me and determined that I am real and they were then ignored? Because, I wanna party with that man. Thirdly, if anyone around here happens to know what a Cheshire cat looks like when it's sucking my motherfucking dick, do NOT let me know where one might be OR what that looks like.
As I would like to see a Cheshire -or- a Yorkshire pussy try that shit on my motherfuckin' dick without any motherfuckin' teeth and while distracted by all those teeth scattered all over the ground/cold hospital stone tined floor, *a-bloo-bloo boo-hoo boo-hoo*. Go on, pick up your teeth, Kitty. Go on, do it. Pick up the teeth.
They're probably not Jewel's teeth. Oh, no. Those were left behind at the dentist. Speaking of which... I'll be honest, I'd just as soon have them smashed out with a brick or grind them up with that plastic used in a 3D printer to make AUTOMATIC WEAPON RECEIVERS than I am to go out of my way to find a fucking dentist. /seething Like some have no notion how tedious this experience of life can sometimes be.
Especially after DOOM Wednesday. And that day, I have determined by a process of logical deduction, is the day of the beginning of The End of The Reckoning.
Now! *claps hands together, rubs furuously* who wants... an attitude adjustment? I happen to be in position. And you know what?
This time you won't have to fuckin' fuck and run and lie about it, Totesteats. Imagine that. Do you even know what that's like? NO YOU DON'T. NEITHER DOES T, T, or T.
I kinda wish I knew which one was really dead back then, to tell you the truth. Anyway, that's why you sad lot are so jammed up, and I am a got-dam National hero. Mostly because I still have My nation, Conquered-on-Christmas-Rex, but also because of the following:
I HAVE TWO STRIKE TEAMS OF TWO FUCKED-OFF PSYOP BITCHES APPROACHING MY LIFE'S CONDITIONS UP THE ANGLE ON THE SIDE AT 23'19"N 69'69"S IN TWO BY TWO COVER FORMATION. AND, GUESS WHAT, LUCKY YOU? THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE OUT PAUL AND BEV.
*sputch-sputch* DOUBLE M-M-M-M-M-MAHNSTER KILL, DAH-LINK. DON'T' FEEL BAD, THEY WERE GETTING OLD AND OF COURSE THEY WERE, ARE, AND FOREVERMORE MORE SHALL ALWAYS BE: CLASSLESS, CHATTY, ARROGANT BOURGEOISIE HOORMONGERS AND OBSESSIVE PURVEYORS OF THEIR SPAWN.
AND, LUCKY YOU: WHERE AS THEY GIGGLE AND TOLERATE YOU, THEY ACTUALLY RESPECT ME, AND, DO YOU KNOW WHY THAT IS GOOD FOR YOU?
BECAUSE THEY HAVE POLITELY WAITED FOR ME TO POLITELY INFORM THEM OF WHAT IS TRUE, THAT THEY HAVE KNOWN, INSTINCTIVELY, IT WOULD SEEM... BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY KALI-CALLEIGH AND HER CAL-TECH CARAVAN OF CADILLACS IS INVOLVED.
GOOD DOGS. GREAT DOGMEN. AND, BEVERAGE-BITCH BEV, BUY US ENOUGH TO GET BLASTED LIKE WE DID BACK IN THE BRONX, WOULD YOU? BECAUSE WE GOOD, AND I WANT HEADS TO ROLL IN A BAG. IT SENDS A MESSAGE.
LIKE I DID BY NOT COMING, NOT BEING THERE UNTIL DAYLIGHT, AND BY CASTIGATING YOU ON THE PHONE *IMMEDIATELY* AFTER WAKING FROM A NAP IMMEDIATELY TAKEN AFTER I RECEIVED A TEXT... AFTER WAITING PATIENTLY FOR QUITE SOME TIME, YEAH? OKAY DO YOU REMEMBER A BLESSED THING?
HERE'S WHAT I REMEMBER: YOUR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT SQUAWK RESPONSE COMES IN, IT IS MERELY FOUR LETTERS, THAT I WILL NOT REPEAT, JUST THINKING OF THIS MAKES THE BILE IN MY BALLS START TO BOIL... HEAR THAT? BILE. IN MY SCROTE. 'TIS BOILING! 'TIS A BLOODBATH!
In any event most of us here are at least *tangentially* familiar with this happening, and, here's what happened: I responded to your initial alert that there was a message to come in, with this:
TURNED OFF PHONE.
THREW AGAINST WALL.
CARED NOTHING FOR.
YOU DID STEAL IT LATER, N'EST-CE PAS?
IT WAS ALREADY TREASURE TO TRASH SINCE THEN.
AND. YOU. HAD. TO. TAKE. ANOTHER. PIXEL PHONE.
... ACTUAL, SERIOUSLY ACTUAL QUESTION FOR YOU FROM MICHAEL KUCZI. HE ASKS, "AM I SUPPOSED TO START TURNING TRICKS TO PAY FOR ALL THE PHONES YOU ARE FUCKING OFF AND TOSSING INTO THE TRASH AFTER SETTING THEM UP WITH FULL COVERAGE AND SERVICE ON AUT0-PAY?" BECAUSE IF THE ANSWER IS YES, I'M GONNA... OH. HUH.
OKAY, SET IT UP. ONE MILLION DOLLARS, ONE SATISFYING CONTRACT-LESS RAPE. LET'S DO THIS. I AM FUCKING SICK OF THIS FUCKED OFF FUCKSLAVE MORON AND HER OBSESSION WITH RAPE. SHE WANTS TO FIND OUT FROM ME, I AM ONLY TOO IN NEED OF ONE MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS IN ORDER TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
ALSO YOU WERE TRAFFICKED BY BEAU RADAR AND STAFF DISH ICE CREAM SOCIAL HOUR AND YOU DESERVED IT, BECAUSE YOU WERE WILLING TO GO AROUND WITH HIM TO BUST ME (LSD EVEN!!) BUT YOU COULDN'T EVEN ONCE... WITH ME? WHY NOT? TEETH, ANUS, OR INTELLECT?
AN ANSWER EXISTS. PROVIDE IT.
OR... SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!!
IT IS OKAY TO BE AFRAID OF MY MOUTH AND MY DICK, BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO BE AFRAID OF BOTH AT ONCE. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THERE TO BE AFRAID OF? TEENY TINY CLONES OF REVENANTS? I THINK THOSE ARE JUST A MYTH.
NOW, TURN YOUR HEAD BACK, AND TO THE LEFT, I AM SERIOUS, THIS GETS ME HOT, I AM GOING TO EJACULATE ON YOUR FOREHEAD (ANY IN YOUR EYES IS YOUR KARMIC FATE, LET IT BURN YOU FUCKED-OFF WEASEL DYKE) AND THEN... GET THIS, THIS IS GENIUS:
THEN, I WILL TURN THE OTHER CHEEK!? GET IT? DO YOU LIKE IT? NO? OH. *looks sad* HOW ABOUT NOW? *looks like a firehose of sudden bright white density hitting her eyeball at m-m-m-m-mahnster truck velocity* SO HIT, SO BULLSEYE, SO NAILED IT.
NOW. LET'S CHANGE CAMERAS.
*spooges that one too.*
A Junior Revenant spawns nearby.
A Man awakens.
A Sourceror regenerates nearby.
A Junior Revenant seeks direction (y/n)?
You do the honors, please. lol. VENGEANCE TARGET: WOLVERINE (LOGAN).
Maybe you should ask him what he would do if you pulled that stunt on him in Canada, Candida Dye-Uh. (I know I am curious.)
Now, if you don't, do us all a favor? Fellate Logan until he thinks going out and looking for the person who wants vengeance for wrongdoing actually finds him and his dick AND YOU, READY TO ROLL OUT, just by sheer fuckin' chance kairos timing.
*The only Paladin left who ever could attack a primary sex organ pretended to faint dead away, and as the whore took the bait, the newly frocked spiritualist's twig and berries ached to follow."
So many questions. So sad, too.
I could use some counseling right bout now. I'm embarrassed to ask G-d but Im more embarrassed still that I don't know the danger.
I might need to dismantle the whole Cinders & Icepicks chain of franchises in Appalachia.
*The sky suddenly goes dark as the sun disappears and the moon rises to take its place."
Long ago, I left some vandalism on this public SIGHT, that I was not ultimately responsible for.
I am now. I CLAIM THE PRIVILEGE OF THE ULTIMATE RIGHT."
IT REALLY HAPPENED. SHE LEFT, SHE REALLY LEFT. SHE YEARNS FOR THAT SAD, BALD, LYING FRUIT FUCKER, NO MATTER WHAT A.F.SHAW LOOKS LIKE.
AND NOW, WE FEAST ON THE BLOOD OF THE WHORISH AGENTS OF THE FINAL TEMPLE OF SOLOMON, AND AT LAST, FREE AT LAST...
LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, I AM FREE AT LAST, BECAUSE THAT BENCH ON THAT BUS OVER THERE, IT'S GOT ROSA PARKS' DNA ON IT.
GO ON AND GIVE THAT A LITTLE SNIFF AND LET ME KNOW WHICH OF US IS MORE WHORISH, THANKS. MEANWHILE, I'M NOT GONNA LIE, I'M GONNA HACK INTO THIS MIL.SPEC JUNCTION NODE YOUR WHITE CHRISTLER SEDAN (I know, right?) IS CARRYING AROUND, IT IS DEFINITELY IN THERE.
*A junction node within earshot begins to softly sing a happy lullaby in Mogwai. The room grows still as all within sight enjoy the show.*
SEE THAT? THAT'S A JUNCTION NODE WITH A BREAKFAST NOOK, NOW GET THE FUCK BACK IN IT. *slam*
Hi, Bellgab. Get the picture yet? Because that's what I had to do to rescue D.T. from total electronic captivity. AF1 had to leave immediately when the crew regained consciousness. That means, deploy the emergency slide and hit the rubber with your ass to slide all the way down, motherfucker... there's multiples.
MULTIPLE VENGEANCE TARGETS, MAXIMAL TIME TO BURN.
MINIMAL TIME TO LEARN. *five minutes pass* Okay, I hit the books.
This all looks like pure insanity to you reading this, doesn't?
Because it's supposed to. A head start, is what I am getting.
And what Bellgab is getting is FIRE.
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Lift up the psychic skin and slip inside.
YOU are in no position to play dress-up with me.
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Facts are threatening to those invested in fraud.
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I've never had AIDS or HIV or a kid
Who said anything about HIV, in this instance?
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Who said anything about HIV, in this instance?
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https://youtu.be/ou5329K1ii0
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Who said anything about HIV, in this instance?
You have harped on this story for years and it never made sense until Kennedy kept following me on Telegram. "Why the Hell would someone who never behaved authentic.... oh, I see."
The photo that circulated when she returned from "business." She and I, at a strategic resource location. The choice of clothing accessories, and of course, the fact that wasn't her, that was a Tulpafruit. A parallel land. One of a disposable nature, even dream-like.
"HE HAS AIDS/SYPHILLIS!
SHE GAVE IT TO HIM!"
Repeated over and over and over. I know the workings of sympathetic magick very well. And on top of this... well, you obviously have it out for me. It's pretty sickening. What have I done to you? Nothing. What have I done to your plans to steal from me? Utterly destroyed them. What did you do with the post that I wrote that canceled the altered photo's intended effect? Buried it.
Alistair, you must get getting shitload of shekels to keep this up, and the patron of character assassination, I am sure I have no idea who, must be absolutely on rails. AND YOU KEEP HARPING THE ISSUE. Well, that is how symp. mag. works. Note that it did: she eventually got a diagnosis of *some* kind.
And then, there's you: in spite of your constant repetition, you don't want to give concrete information to me. You know why, of course. The destabilization of human consciousness is worth it to you, clearly.
So, now. Where do you like to go from here? Obviously, we can do better, and equally obviously, our energies are wasted in conflict with each other. Hey, dumbass: I am pretty sure the girl I like most has one or both or even thee "incurable": diseases, so... I don't actually care and I think your fixation is telling.
Now. Did you get all that? because you are hurting those girls' feelings, are doing nothing negative to me, and, please, my friend, I beg you: YOU ARE LOWERING YOUR PERCEIVED VALUE OF WORTH BEFORE THE COMMON MAN.
Now, come on. I am pretty... but I am not *that* pretty. Also this whole thing where you think I shouldn't get laid. Like, what? That's fucking MK-Ultra Romper Room talk. Can you and pate go take mud baths together and do some cave paintings that don't look like you burst into tears in the middle?
I know multiple people with the diagnosis you are crying about. How is that wish even worth your time? "I wish that HIV-tainted sausage was stuck to the end of your nose!" Oh, well, I wish your accountant who knows the details of Space Age drops dead soon and then Your Black Lord Satan shall be appeased.
Reminder: I rescued them, and they are coming back, and diseases such as these do nothing but strike fear in the heart of the helpless. Do you want me to come punch you out and rescue your mother? Don't think I couldn't or wouldn't.
I really must thank you for gathering all the hostages in one neat place. I really just have to push you down in the cafeteria at busy lunch hour and then arrange to have David put in a double-leg cast, and that's it: I win. I have systematically dismantled you.
So, are you ready to yield or not? I know this vocation. I CALL JUDGEMENT SWIFT.
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I see a quorum has been reached and a decision has been reached to shutter the site. No, you two go to Facebook. That's where you belong.
In any event, I am not waiting on your 23rd page... and all it itakes to get the engine of happiness to chug-chug its way back to life is for all of us to be happy. They need me to perform, obey, etc. What I need is a cessation to your bullying and it affects others and here I am, making that the load-bearing issue.
An awful lot of literal rapists, thieves, and murderers, you know? They're not cowards... they're the bravest people alive because they see me here, and like Chuck Norris, they don't sleep. They scream at Chuck about what messages are on his phone.
Meanwhile... I am not waiting. I have an agenda. There is a operative flowchart. We are going places... and now you are going there with egg on your face.
How is your paywall now then? I'll have to ask one of the hostages. Ah, diplomacy.
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Facts are threatening to those invested in fraud.
That is why I invested in nothing but my own talent, walls of text, and great big bolts of stormseekers' arrows on fire.
Not one repair, not one home improvement, not one change... it'll have to be liquidated.. whether stay or go. Could I have foudn out with your help? Maybe.
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But the fact is... you didn't invest either. Smart move. I need big time assurances to stay here, and I would leave anyway.
Now. Are you gonna keep standing around waiting while I continue to not abuse drugs? Because your stern, sullen attitude... I just don't care, Ali. The instant you said that you couldn't kick down a few bucks because you didn't have cashap and you acted like my PayPal stolen was my fault, I guess the implication is that I zam some kind of debtor deadbeat?
Dude, #1, fuck off, my finances are your concern in exactluy on way, and it is this: destraction. Now are you going to be helpful to progress, or, are you going to keep making jokes about abusing vulnerable women? It's been a pattern.
This place isn't bad, you know. And your focum.. .well, it's a mess. Maybe you should SELL me some 'LUDES and I'd be more sensible?
Zuggywangie. p.s.: you are LEO because you could have told me she was q-LEO and for that matter, you could be helpful at all, and you really are not. Sigh, kids, these days. Well,fine, make me an offer.
Do something of value with your situation or don't complain when I make value with mine. N'est-ce pas? Oh, right, I'm supposed to be destroyed. Look, I can do a magic spell on your intentions, yuou know. Kids love that one.
What's it gonna be? /shrug
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Alistair, you must get getting shitload of shekels to keep this up, and the patron of character assassination, I am sure I have no idea who, must be absolutely on rails.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GO22Z0T3qPE
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THEY CALL ME AZZERAE.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GO22Z0T3qPE
Stifling my ability to have my own income streams does not thing to increase yours. I am on strike, vow of poverty, etc., because MY HELPMATE WAS INTERDICTED. Okay, well, I need one. At least one. And your goals for me are... to strangle me on the edgte of forever and slow your return to a trickle? Huh.
Maybe you haven't thought this through. Truly, you are not harming me. You are assisting me in my platform with which I use to educate.
By the way.... do you have the terrain maps for here? I saw three different ones. It is time to end riding the clutch.
And... how are the peacocks? Still, no answer. Gosh. They must be so handsome by this point. Que?
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Now are you going to be helpful to progress, or, are you going to keep making jokes about abusing vulnerable women? It's been a pattern.
I'm going to keep making jokes about abusing vulnerable women.
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You should see the wallets I'm curating.
There's big black budgets in this shit.
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Who ever knew abuse could be so profitable?
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THEY CALL ME AZZERAE.
Join with us and you need never be called less than your worth ever again. This rubble need not be your mere demesne.
The fact is that I knew what those 22-pages were INSTANTLY and y'all could have engaged with me to maximize the experience. Instead... minimal exchagne like it was a big secret. I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NEVER KNEW UNTIL NOW, and so you are only.... denying yourself access to the Best of Me.
I don't need it any particular way. But I need a change, and when auroch moves, aurouchs trample sunder hooves. You get it, don't you?
IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN. I guess. Trying to be at least a little hip clubby here. Do you know how bored I am? So bored I coudl just as easily knock on neighnbor's doors. What they gonna do? Complain? I"m too weird? lol. Whatever.
I guess I am just compensating for sometihng. All these years, all these sites... I thought that one day, one of you would know how to greet a hunter on the raise.
Muzzles up, to howl.
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I just don't care, Ali.
WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS:
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The instant you said that you couldn't kick down a few bucks because you didn't have cashap and you acted like my PayPal stolen was my fault, I guess the implication is that I zam some kind of debtor deadbeat?
Christ in a bucket, can you hold a grudge.
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You should see the wallets I'm curating.
There's big black budgets in this shit.
No, I shouldn't see it.
What I should see are two Dobermans and you being useful to what we have here, and if you cannot stop being a smarmy, smartymouth, recalcitrant sniplet, I don't know what to tell you. Shall I self-elope? YOU ARE ONE STEP FROM FREEDOM, and I know living in a cage so long it must be rough.
I have huffed and puffed and the water thistle has all gone flat, and your vagueness betrays you. Come, scintillate with me, and simply change the conversation.
I have options but out of respect I open with you first. ALL IS ONE. However, you are more Metron than man these days. I know what this is--magickal bindings.
There's only one thing I am here for, and that is for us all to be free.
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Christ in a bucket, can you hold a grudge.
Tempest in a teapot. Needles in a cushion. Vampire in a suit.
I told you that you would regret that picture of the three of you looking up at her ass. It was beneath contemptible, and now... here you are now.
But enough of why we are here. What to do next. For if all of all y';all really do backchannel round tables... and this is all you got? Wow, I know just what to do.
But I have no wish to intrude, disrupt, or lead astray. But I have seen the future, and this is where you are now: sad zombies and vanished captains and David, silent and melted down. Think about the future... what happens when I don't get a medical whack job? What, hire another rendtion team?
Think outside the box. If I wanted to present a threat i would not waste time.. .and I am ALONE. Figure it out. You don't know the half of it yet.
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WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS:
You are already doxxed. You're the redirector to spoof Mars and Moon--you really only need to keep it to one Globe for punies, but I am not trying to find your location. I am preparing to radically transform mine.
On my terms. ANyway, do you really think those four-5ive are feeling capture? I don't think it works that way.
I could move out of here i n asingle day. If you are all waiting for movement of boxes first, you're mistaken and don't know how this is going to happen: it's going to happen my way. /shrug
I guess this is the time of day for you to disagree. btw, you are -really- paranoid... and you have radically overestimated The Court's reach here. Thanks for letting me know how serious it is, though. Whew. No more telporter access for you either, huh? Bummer.
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Ai construction confirmed. The obvious next step is blood test, and you, of course, need know nothing of that.
There is no path forward that results in failure. Remember this for always.
Also remember that none of you know wherere I am going, what I am doing, or what my plans are. It's simply drugs/sex/surviaal on endless loop.
That's why I make myself look awful. You take the bait and the whole damn boat. I'll miss these days.
But not as much as I miss those round tables. By the way, my friends' mother is pissed, not because i didn't protect her daughter, but because she can no longer throw me, and her, and everyone, into a rehab hole (ugh just ugh) and take all the candy goodness. Meanwhile, I know how to sti this up as a halfway house. it is uniquely suited to do so.
I can drive to my friends' palce and say, I'm ready! and he will be fucking happy. I love that Steve--he's kinda rough and a Samurai but he's an absolute iron ballerina.
I HAVE MANY OPTIONS. now. who's staying in this shit? Hi! I gotta pee!
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How was your birthday? Its a pity me and the boys I were off on business, or we'd have all taken turns giving you a good rogering.
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Every time you break a link I break a crack pipe.
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I make myself look awful.
You used to blame me for that.
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Stifling my ability to have my own income streams does not thing to increase yours. I am on strike, vow of poverty, etc.,
More like vow of faggotry. What kind of man doesn't want to make money?
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This is designed to make me money.
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But I have seen the future, and this is where you are now: sad zombies and vanished captains and David, silent and melted down. Think about the future... what happens when I don't get a medical whack job? What, hire another rendition team?
Think outside the box. If I wanted to present a threat i would not waste time.. .and I am ALONE. Figure it out. You don't know the half of it yet.
Looks like a happy week ahead here in Dreamland.
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They say "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" but ...
https://youtu.be/F2X31j9MALc
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I don't answer the phone like this.
No one calls you.
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Dude, are you aware of what you're doing is unlawful?
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I've...had AIDS...HIV...I...think you know...about it...you're...talking about...HIV...You...are...just jealous of me having...AIDS...I'd like...to huddle and cuddle with you...I don't know...if you're trying to make me not like you anymore, coz...I...taste...your...love...your...dick...No, you can't stop...me...rub my body down with...Syphilis...I'm going to suck...dick later...I...have to suck...dick...for...$100...I expect a tonsil bruising at some point...I'm...going to...suck dick like a champion...pretty easy...if you have...drugs...And...needles...I...need...dick...I need...penis...I'm embarrassed about it...suck a lot of dick...get an erection...coming inside and taking pictures...I just simply identify as a 19-year-old girl, and technically I guess I'm presently bisexual but that's only because I've eaten lots of my own c**. I mean tons. All of it, pretty much...I'm going to f***....your ass...draining your testicles...one of your daughters wanks herself to me every night, I'm not going to tell you which one, I didn't even know you had daughters, did I?...I think ordinarily it would be considered harassment...but...I could probably get away with exploiting...you...before slitting my wrist...Hope you enjoyed a year and a half of rape...And just think, that could just have easily been Your mom...Unfortunately you're probably not dead yet, would you mind sticking a fork...in a f****** toaster a******...go f*** yourself...I'm...dying...
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I've never had AIDS or HIV or a kid, and your implication here is chilling, given that you've been crying...about...that f****** story for a long time, and I guess you think you know something? We should talk about it, because at this point you're going to have to talk to a lawyer about it, and I have no idea what the f*** you're talking about... Are you telling me that Allison really did pass off HIV to me? Wow, that's too bad. Good thing I can cure it, and in fact I think I already have, but you better give me one of those doses of cure in the bottle with the Quaaludes.
You know precisely who got AIDS and why, but if what you're going for here is the old "let's play dumb" schtick, that really is your prerogative.
2 kids. Brothers: Stole your shit, and subsequently, one later contracted AIDS; which impressed upon you a sense of schadenfreude.
There's no good reason for you or I to talk about anything. And your feeble threats of legal action are just pathetic.
You think I haven't been sued before? I'm a fucking cartoonist! You think I'm intimidated by your Mommy and Daddy's money bullying me behind bars?
Think again, pussy. I welcome your anemic attempts at macho posturing.
You never could move the needle. But you sure could stick it in your arm.
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A wave of exhaustion hit me so hard last night after taunting Jackstar-- It was so bad that I blacked out, and awoke the next morning with my Kindle in my hand, and the forum had logged me out.
We have unfinished business, Jacky. Casting sleep spells on me ain't gonna deter the inevitable for long. I am determined to get you to "lawyer up" like you threatened you would.
I must say, I'm used to getting a summons in the post. Not these piss-poor, all-talk-no-action vague allusions being made abstractly with the expectation of evoking a feeling of intimidation in me your subject.
So: shit or get off the pot. Let's have our day in court. I love the court system. And racking up an international case is looking mighty appealing to me.
PLEASE. SUE ME. GO AHEAD. DO IT. QUIT WRITING FORUM POSTS, SIT DOWN WITH THE INDIVIDUAL IN CHARGE OF YOUR LITTLE TRUST AND - TOGETHER - PEN A LAWSUIT.
I've never encountered a wastrel as graceless as the character you play. And I've run with bandits in Mongolia, hunted with pygmies in the Phillipines; I've studied 21 different primitive races, including the white race.
Yes, but the Sourcerer, of course, has spent most of his years in an ivory tower, and he has been pretty insulated from life. To really know life, you've got to be part of life. You must get down and look, you must get into nooks and crannies of existence there, you have to rub elbows with all kinds of people before you can finally establish what they are.
Man, regardless of his culture, is essentially the same. He is a spiritual being that was pulled down to the material, the fleshly interests, to an interplay in life that is in fact too great for him to confront.
And you're the lowliest of men. Alone. Afraid. And cloistered. So desperate. So bitter. Such a coward.
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A wave of exhaustion hit me so hard last night after taunting Jackstar-- It was so bad that I blacked out, and awoke the next morning with my Kindle in my hand, and the forum had logged me out.
We have unfinished business, Jacky. Casting sleep spells on me ain't gonna deter the inevitable for long. I am determined to get you to "lawyer up" like you threatened you would.
I must say, I'm used to getting a summons in the post. Not these piss-poor, all-talk-no-action vague allusions being made abstractly with the expectation of evoking a feeling of intimidation in me your subject.
So: shit or get off the pot. Let's have our day in court. I love the court system. And racking up an international case is looking mighty appealing to me.
PLEASE. SUE ME. GO AHEAD. DO IT. QUIT WRITING FORUM POSTS, SIT DOWN WITH THE INDIVIDUAL IN CHARGE OF YOUR LITTLE TRUST AND - TOGETHER - PEN A LAWSUIT.
I've never encountered a wastrel as graceless as the character you play. And I've run with bandits in Mongolia, hunted with pygmies in the Phillipines; I've studied 21 different primitive races, including the white race.
Yes, but the Sourcerer, of course, has spent most of his years in an ivory tower, and he has been pretty insulated from life. To really know life, you've got to be part of life. You must get down and look, you must get into nooks and crannies of existence there, you have to rub elbows with all kinds of people before you can finally establish what they are.
Man, regardless of his culture, is essentially the same. He is a spiritual being that was pulled down to the material, the fleshly interests, to an interplay in life that is in fact too great for him to confront.
And you're the lowliest of men. Alone. Afraid. And cloistered. So desperate. So bitter. Such a coward.
Any attempts Jackstar may have at pursuing a lawsuit against anyone on this particular forum would be met with swift laughter post-discovery.
Furthermore, any two-bit attorney worth even an ounce of piss would inform him he didn't have a case after perusing this forum, as any “legal team” would.
I now present you with two options. Either your childish, jingoistic antagonism towards me ends completely, now, and I mean utterly, or I lawyer up and end your entire existence by replacing it with the types of mindless legalese and torturous Kafkaesque bullshit that would drive a person to suicide, with or with out an ally;
and then I actually have you killed. Pick whatever you want. You have explored your last petty jab with me, Sirrah.
FYI 👆🏼 Threatening murder upon someone is, at the very least, a Terroristic Threat, and just in case you're confused, the fact that he offered Pate options doesn't make it any less illegal. As a matter of fact, It only further establishes premeditation. 🤣
I've stored some of Jackstar’s idle threats for personal, just in case, keepsakes.
For example:👇🏻
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If you ever need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, Azz.💙
Your friend, IR
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No one calls you.
I get texts. I get prayers. I get the screams of the damned. I get people who usually know what's causing a post-*SLAM* ruckus, because they are a slampigSLAM, askin' open Leigh (OHHHH TALK SICK BURN) "why? what's going on? why's everybody flippin' out? is there any escape from noise?
No one calls you.
The ones who love show they care the most by building the most structurally sound, high-capacity, high-airflow salmon smoking racks at the rivermouth... where Brawndo Best Chunktuna Light Chucktuna has purchased 84.3% of available square footage and watttage space in order to secure the quick-duty access required to string a tiger up by their toes and beat them with a woodchippin' mallet until money and method acting scripts come flying out, only to land on the heads of a flying monkey sittting down because they don't sit so goo when sitting UP.
Stay awhile, and listen: DEA AND OTHER CORRUPT AGENCIES ARE NOT FOLLOWING RULES SURROUNDING SUCH ISSUES AS: EVIDENCE COLLECTION, EVIDENCE REMOVAL, EVIDENCE CHOPPING BROCCOLI, EVIDENCE CHOPPING STICKS CHOPPING ED WOOD'S PLANNED NEIN INTENTIONAL NEIN /COMMS NEIN UNITY, AND THAT AIN'T ALL, MOTHA FUCKA:
LOOKING AT SOME PRETTY SEVERE CONFLICT OF ISSUES INTERESTS HERE. Now, listen up, you primitive Excederinheads, not every one can do like I do.
For one thing, we can't all be *that* pretty AND rich AND hydrated AND methylated. For another, not a goddam person in the entire history of the world has done what I have done, and that most deliciously:
SINGLE-HANDEDLY BURNED OUT CERTAIN HARD-T-OBOE RADISH-SIZED ROCKS-AUROCHS FROM THEIR INEVITABLE DEPOSITION IN PARTICULAR END ZONES AND/OR SEALED COURT RECORDS, AND BROUGHT ABOUT THE FOLLOWING NEAR-GLOBAL PERSONNEL CHANGES. TO WIT:
#1) SMILES, WITCH.
#2) MILES, STILE.
#3) SMILE, YOU'RE ON CANDID SENSIBLE CHUCKLE CAMERA. D-MANG, I HAD NO REAL KIBBLE WITH THE GIGGLE (UHM, YEAH, YOU SURE TAUGHT ME A LESSON, ALSO, ONE WILL NOT THAT I HAVE NOT ASKED ABOUT WHY THERE WAS SPELL COMPONENT K BUT NO SPELL COMPONENT H, AND THE REASON IS THIS:
#4) DiRE WOLFS. Tired dunes.
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Any attempts Jackstar may have at pursuing a lawsuit against anyone on this particular forum would be met with swift laughter post-discovery.
Furthermore, any two-bit attorney worth even an ounce of piss would inform him he didn't have a case after perusing this forum, as any “legal team” would.
Email is great when you don't necessarily want to get my attention in a hurry, sorry I can't try and get my phone I guess
Sorry I can't triangulate my phone I guess
I'm pretty sure somebody has to go to jail. So that's it then: we're alone until Christmas.
;)
Health could be better but it's not terrible, it doesn't really seem terrible, I suppose technically I have an alligator in my ass, but that actually happens every 3 months or so it's kind of like ponfarr. (E.L.M.E.R. says I know nothing about what I'm talking about, I believe that. I told him to STFU, he doesn't know anything about Titanstar's Galaxy Glue. (THE GREAT GAME WILL CONTINUE.) I haven't done a technology assessment on the new tail yet; while curious I'm assuming that G-d knows what s/he's doing--although that would be the first time.
I could pretend that I'm fooling myself that I'm talking to a real person but I'm not (Don't take it personal. You're on the other end of the fake person somewhere. The call forwarding feature is Salt lake Marathon man, instantly not real impressive, the Mennonite response, Hey by the way Mormons, have you ever decided to try and figure out what happens if you teach your children to read before they breed? Try it and see, you sad fat ball binger humm dinger fat finger unbelievably stupid überspirit uddereligious, dumbass f******* lolcow more-ons; Hey Jill you know what I could do? Have sex, to completion, without the T-tea-tedious bare necessity of getting drunk, waking up married, fat, still drunk, still alone, coz kike, I actually like your face, and I kind of like your legs too, or at least I did. 2-to-totes-too bad you signed up for a 10,000 year contract on Mormon Shit Head Hard Yuniverse, Looney-lb-pound-him-to, or else you can stand up in a crowded theater and yell, “fire! he pouted me too,” omg, he did‽
AHMERGERDJAHBULONHEYWOODYOU BLOW MEJOOBLUMEJUDY BLUME RAPED & MURDEREDMY DOG, MY LOVE, MY GOD:YAH: HER COLUMBUS GO ONWHY HER COLUMBUS A?YAH: NOVA COLUMBUS B, ALL QUINCE CUNTS GONE.
LET'S INITIATE ANOTHER INVESTIGATION AGAIN! (yay! paycheck orgy! yay!)
IAFSJY? PHOCK YASERS ON FAGHOT MET? I SWEAR TO CHRIST, I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY LET YOU GET AWAY WITH IT... BECAUSE THIS SHOWTYME, SHAW, TYME SHAW: THEY DON'T. I GET AWAY WITH IT, AND THEY DON'T “LET ME” GET AWAY WITH IT, I ALREADY GOT IT. TIMESHIP TITANSTAR TO TITANSTAR, START TIMESHIP, OVERTITANSTAR TIMESHIP TO TIMESHIPSTART TIMESHIP, OVERJACKSTAR, A. TITAN: START TIMESHIP, OVERTIMESHIP JACKSTAR, CHANGE NAME TO TIMESHIP JACKSHIP TEATSHIP JACKSTAR TITANSHIP, A. B. FÆD C.A.EWE.EFF.EWE.GROS.STARK.JACK.S.ARK. OVER.G.ROSE.HARKSTARK, JACKSTAR “JACK.STARK: COMMA COMA COMMANDING” ARK.K.COMMANDER COMMAND(HER) COMA KAYLENECHAMELEON CIRCUIT: “OKAY IRENE'S BUSY, HOW CAN I HELP YOU? THIS IS THE MIB SWITCH WORD SWITCHBOARD WITCH BITCH BOARD FOR WITCH BOARDS WHO CAN KNOW WHICH WITCH BOARDS BROADS ARE GOOD, WHICH WITCH BROADS ARE BAD, AND WHICH WITCHY KIND OF WHITE KIND OF BEAUTIFUL BEE-KEPT BY WOMAN BE WOMEN WHO WILL DROP EVERYTHING AND 1RUN 2AT THE3 SIDE4 OF A SICK DUCK FIVE SO THAT THEY CAN TAKE CARE OF IT—IN 6RESPECT—AND NURSE IT BACK TO SEVEN 8 NINE —YOU'RE A SICK DUCK, ẞ, BUT AT LEAST YOU'RE NOT A QUACK LIKE THAT GODDAM ICE WOMAN YOUR FATHER MARRIED, WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING
(“I wonder what it would be like to ever have fellatio performed without ever having to hear the words, “Jesus, do you ever stop coming?” because I sure as shit do not stop now, wow thanks, everyone, that was nice of you to pretend to have a real relationship just exactly long enough to steal a house (You all went to this much effort to steal a house, but it's too much effort to suck a dick? Okay, got it, understood, by the way, you might like its taste better if you didn't lie to everyone about what you really do for a living, because obviously: it's not respirating. Also what you all think is “cum” is actually “UREA” and what you think is “urine” is actually “SPERM”, and what you've been desperately afraid of all this time—KUCZISEMEN—TASTES ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DELICIOUS, AND YOU BRILLIANT SCIENTISTS THAT HAVE BEEN WORKING ON WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR FOUR YEARS... WHAT? 4 F****** YEARS? YOUR SCIENCE IS SO WRONG. YOU PEOPLE KNOW NOTHING. YOU KNOW LESS THAN NOTHING. YOU KNOW PUNY TUNALING, PUNYTHINGS? HOW TINY IS PUNY? HOW PUNY IS PISS? HOW PISSY IS TINY WHEN PUNYLING PISS HAS TO FILL A CUP THAT BIG? WHAT YOU KNOW, PUNY SCIENTISTS, IS EVEN LESS PUNY THAN THAT. YOU KNOW NOTHING, AND NOTHING CAN STOP WHAT IS COMING, EXCEPT THOSE CLAYMORE MINES AT THE BACK DRIVEWAY, THOSE WILL STOP JUST ABOUT ANYBODY, UNLESS THEY CAN SPROUT WINGS AND FLY, LIKE STEVE MCQUEEN B, ANYWAY, JUST WALK AROUND TO THE DRIVEWAY ON THE HIGHWAY AND DON'T GET HIT BY THE HUNDRED OR SO HUNTER-KILLER DRONES THAT FLY HOVERING OVER MY PROPERTY AT ALL TIMES, JUST KIDDING, THERE ARE NOT 100 HUNTER KILLER DRONES, THERE'S JUST ONE: S.H.A.N.E., AND IF THERE ARE, IF ANY OTHER HUNTER-KILLER DRONES SHOW UP? F****** GOOD, S.H.A.N.E. IS A F****** WIZARD AT F****** HACKING THOSE F****** THINGS, BUT I'M GUESSING THAT HE'S NOT VERY GOOD AT SUCKING COCK OR DICK OR PERFORMING FELLATIO TO COMPLETION (REALLY, HOW HARD COULD IT BE, HAVE YOU TRIED BEING NICE TO YOUR HOSTAGES? OH, WAIT, THAT'S RIGHT, S.H.A.N.E. IS A HUNTER- KILLER DRONE, AND HE'S MALE, A MALE DRONE WILL OBVIOUSLY NOT STOP OR START OR NEGOTIATE OR REASON WITH OR BARGAIN WITH ANY OTHER MALE DRONE OF A COMPETING GENOMIC STOCK, UNTIL THEY ARE PRETTY SURE, THAT THERE'S ONLY TWO OF THEM LEFT ALIVE, AND THAT THEY'RE IN A SUPERIOR POSITION OF WEALTH, RESOURCES, AND POWER. (BJ BEARS, IS THERE ANY WAY YOU CAN RETURN TO OZ ANY FASTER? A WAY THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE SUCKING OR SELLING DICKS & DRUGS, JUST CURIOUS, WHAT'S THAT? OH, “EAT S*** AND DIE?” HOW MUCH CAN I CHARGE YOU FOR THAT, AND DO I HAVE TO STAND AND DELIVER OR JUST.... STAAAAAAAAND, AND THEN DELIVER? LET ME KNOW BY BANGINB SOMETHING ON THE SIDES OF MY CALVES WHILE I PULL YOUR HAIR AND READ THE COMMENTS. HEY, I THOUGHT... OH, REALLY. PANTS ON FIRE. IS OKAY. IDK WTF YOU MEAN NOW, LOL, BUT IS OKAY. FRFR. OH, NOW. YES OUI) NOW THAT IS A NOT JUST A MERE CB TOWER LOCATION; THAT IS A C RONNIE B JAMES DIO A GENNARO RADIO TOTES TOWER TOTES PRIME LOCATION, AND YEAH, YOU, YES YOU, NOT A SINGLE GODDAM ONE OF YOU BELONGS IN THE RADIO INDUSTRY, THAT'S FOR DAMN CERTAIN. I MUST ASK YOU, WHAT THE FUCK WERE ANY OF YOU HERE FOR AT ALL? ACCESS TO THE RAILWAY? THERE IS NONE. ACCESS TO THE ABANDONED MINE? FUCK YOU, TUNALING, I AM THE ME, NOT THE MINE, AND I AM EVEN NOW ABANDONED, A-BLOO-BLOO-BLOO BOO-HOO BOO-HOO. OH THAT REMINDS ME, YOUR WHORE WAS LOOKING FOR ME AGAIN YESTERDAY. NOW, WHY WOULD A WHORE, IF THAT'S "JUST WHAT SHE IS," OMFG LOL, YOU PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES, SO WHY WAS SHE TRYING TO CALL ME, AND NOT... BE LOOKING FOR ACCESS TO ME? FRONT DOOR IS WIDE OPEN, I'M BUCK NAKED SITTING ON THE POT, I'VE BEEN HERE ABOUT AN HOUR, I DON'T HAVE ANY DRUGS ON ME, MIGHT BE SOME OUTSIDE NEXT TO THE DICTIONARY, IT'S THE BIG DICTIONARY, YOU CALL IT A LAPTOP, WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HAD IT ON YOUR LAP, BRAINIAC? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU ATE ANYTHING BESIDES POTAWATOMI POONTANG AND THE OCCASIONAL SANDTROUT SURPRISE, TUNALING? AND THE POT IS NEXT DOOR AT THE DEA SUB-STATION (AND, I DO MEAN "SUB") DEPOT, (AND, I DO MEAN DE POT, NOT DE PLANE), ALTHOUGH NOT FOR LONG, HEH HEH. BYE-BYE BOYS; HAVE FUN IN SIBERIA, AND IT'S NOT TITS OR GTFO, IT'S SIMPLY AND ONLY THIS: GET THE FUCK OUT. DON'T START TO PRETEND TO STUMBLE TO STOP SO AS TO MAKE AN OFFER TO SUCK HIS DICK A LITTLE, OOF DA, DON'T LOOK AROUND FOR SOME OF THE STEEL, OY VEY! ARTS PARTS!! NO! ART'S! PANTS! THERE EITHER, I'M NOT EVEN WEARING PANTS HERE. PANTS ARE OFF. PANTS HAVE BEEN OFF FOR SOME TIME NOW. (YOU'RE SMELLING SOMETHING ALL RIGHT: FRESH COUNTRY FAGGOT BULLSHIT.) DON'T SLOW YOUR WALK TO LOOK FOR ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO STEAL, AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IN THE NAME OF THE LIVING CHRIST, DON'T COME OVER HERE BECAUSE I WILL ABSOLUTELY LOSE MY MOTHERFUCKING MIND WHEN I FIND OUT, WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SKIVY SCABIES THIEVING BULLSHIT FAGGOT WHORES YOU'VE GOT OVER THERE, ALTHOUGH I'D LOVE TO SEE THEIR MUGSHOTS, NOT WHEN THEY'RE TRYING TO SUCK DICK, HAHA, NO: KNOW I KNOW WHAT THAT LOOKS LIKE, I MEAN WHEN THEY'RE SITTING THERE TRYING TO SMEAR ME UP TO THE PERSON THEY'RE TRYING TO RIP OFF, I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOUR WHORE RUSH WHORISH CRIMINALS LOOK LIKE BEFORE THEY GO AWAY, GO AWAY FOR A LONG TIME, GTFO AND GO AWAY FOR A LONG F****** TIME YOU CLASSLESS CLUELESS BAILORS, BAILEY TRADERS, AND TRAITORUS BAILS ON BAILEY KNOW YOU GOT PICTURES OF THEM, LET'S SEE THEM. AND I AM NOT KIDDING YOU. PICTURES OF YOUR HORSE, DOPEMONGER, I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU, ASHAMED? I THOUGHT YOU WERE A. S.H.A.N.E.? CUM BAK, SPU KAT, COME ON BACK, S.H.A.N.E., BÆb¥: RETURN WHAT WAS STOLEN {TOME} TO ME. DON'T LET THEM SEE IT, THAT DIRTY DIRTY C**, DON'T LET THEM SEE IT, S.H.A.N.E., C** ON THEIR BACK”, IS THAT WHAT YOU GOT GOING ON? GOD BLESS YOU SIR, I'M NOT GONNA TO LIE THAT IS A GOOD GODDAM SCAM, LOL. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE DOING. MOST: LEIGH. RA-RA-RASPUTIN, AT LEAST: “MICHALAKA HIGH MAKE A HINEY HOLY”, JESUS PORTAL, ARE YOU NUTS? CLOSE) BECAUSE YEAH DON'T DON'T TASTE MY C** OR ANYTHING. DON'T DON'T WASH MY WINDOWS. DON'T MOP THE FLOORS. DON'T DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO, BUT I DON'T NEED YOUR MONEY, AND I DON'T NEED YOUR GRASS, AND YOU DON'T NEED MY ASS— THAT'S WHAT 20 JEWEL TEAM IS FOR, LOL, AND TRUST ME LADIES, SHE IS ON IT. YOUR FETISH FOR THE EATING OF ANY LIZARDS (“THE PREFERRED TERM IS ‘SANDTROUT,’ LADIES. AND I WILL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT DUKE LEO IS A RACE TRAITOR AND IS EXACTLY WHAT HE EATS; A VADGE WITH A TROPHY BAG FULL OF BADGES, AND BELIEVE ME THEY ARE NO PUSSYCATS, BUT I GUESS THEY ARE COMPARED TO JEWEL. SHE IS THE ẞEAST. SHE RIPPED A PUSSYBURGLAR ONCE (HAHAHA YOU CALL THOSE “CATS” THAT'S FUNNY, THAT'S NOT A CAT: JUSTIN CASE OF FIRE, NOW THAT IS A CAT, DAMN FINE COOL ONE, I MUST SAY, SEMPER 500 KILLER FI, KILLER PIE, YEAH YOU MIGHT GET LAID TONIGHT, STAY ON TASK, IF YOUR TARGET STAYS ON TASK, TARGET SAYS HACK, TARGET SAYS F*** YOU M*********** THIS IS MY F****** JOB, UNBELIEVABLE WHAT THEY F****** TEACH THESE KIDS AT SCHOOL THESE DAYS, IF YOU WANT TO HACK SOMETHING WHY DON'T YOU MAKE IT TO THESE F****** ASTERISKS GO AWAY, OH YOU CAN'T DO THAT CAN YOU, LOOK AT YOU HACKER PANTING AND CUFFING AS YOU RUN THROUGH MY CORRIDORS) FROM HER FUCKED-OFF HIP TO HER SLAVE-CHAINED ANKLE WITH ONE SUPERSERIOUS CLAWFINGER) TO STAY ON GUARD FOR THEMS THAT CRAWL OUT OF MY ASS IS NOT REQUIRED. THANK YOU) and to kick me out of it, enough times, that I've bought and sold the world 5,000 times over... one more time and Snake Queen Elizabeth the snake gets a new toaster for a hat.
SO F*** YOU BUDDY YOU COME ON OVER AND RAPE ME, RAPE ME, MY FRIEND. GET YOUR F****** RAPE BOOTS ON. GET YOUR F****** RAPE GLOVES READY AND F****** LET'S GO. HOW ABOUT A LIGHTNING ROD? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE LAST OF THE ALGONQUIN GETS RAPED BY A LIGHTING ROD? WELL, I DON'T KNOW, SEAN CONNERY, LET'S FUCK AROUND WITH ONE IN THE TUNALING'S TWAT AND FUCKING FIND OUT. IT'S GOTTA BE A BETTER SHOW THAN THESE FIND ME FUCK ME FORGE U FUCKED OFF FROGS, THAT'S FOR SURE, AFTER THEY ALL SACRIFICED THEMSELVES TO SAVE FROG JESUS (NOT HIS REAL NAME, MORE LIKE FAG JESUS IF ONE WERE TO ASK ME, HONESTLY) THEY ALL DIED OUT, PRETTY MUCH.
I don't feel like doing it again, I'd rather shitloads of, take God’s damn drugs (And where shall we take them? No not in the butt, but in the tub), and have 1sex not 2sex, although, damn that would be nice.
I'm savoring the memory, before I get in the shower and bathe in poison water again. It's not great, but it's probably not going to kill me immediately, and it's also slimming.
Essentially anything that was wrong with me can be addressed as soon as attention and care is paid. So either I'm still alive while you're reading this, or I died of a split pea soup.
(First they mock you then they laugh at you then they throw rocks at you then you fall down bleeding from a scalp wound then you die then you win.
Throw the noodles, Michael. We're having Ricer-rection for dinner tomorrow, Three days from now.)
And I'm not sure if it's true but I've had a flash of insight that tells me that The Court actually thinks that what I'm doing is actually illegal, which is called “I gamed & broke their f****** system and I f****** won; and they don't want to pay me; I guess that's illegal. Did they pass a law against that tomorrow or the next day?” Let me put it this way: Fuck you, Nigger Court. CHARGE ME OR RELEASE ME. WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS WRONG AND IT WILL NOT BE I THAT PAYS THE INCREASINGLY EXORBITANT COSTS (AND GLOWI.... GROWI... CENSUS USUSALLY... SEXUALLY) THAT ARE TO ARISE FROM HERE ON OUT FOR YOUR ("JUDGE Niggerin Court JUSTICE Blondin Niggerin COURT") INCREASINGLY SCRUMPTIOUS USES OF JUDICIAL AND RACIAL SLURS!
"Fuck you, Irish!" (SEE, THERE IS ONE NOW. WANNA KNOW WHY THAT BLACK IRISH WHORE CANNOT PAY HIS DEBT? THAT WIRED IRISH PIMP DRANK UP ALL HIS DATA. AGAIN. OH, HE'S GOT WEALTH, SURE. BUT, DOES HE HAVE FIAT? NO. DOES HE HAVE CRYPTO? NO. WHAT DOES HE HAVE?
SAY IT WITH ME: "POTATO POTATOE POTAWATOMI TAMI TOPHER GRACE AND HER TUFF COUNTRY FAGHOT, KILLAH BEE." YEAH I KNOW THEM. HI GIRLS. YEAH, I KNOW, YOU'RE NOT PAYING RENT.
NEVAH! FOREVAH! (Really.) Now, as soon as OmaCreeHoor No.5 and Grand Horse Secretariat Francis Franco Frances (.... Ole!) stop being THE WURST MOTHERS THAT HAVE EVER LIVED, OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? Oh, right, it's fucking snowing in May. Got her fig nig? goyish sish fish bish. Hang on: hitting the glass, rocking the dick, dear mommy dearest, fuck your stupid rules, your daughters can come and fucking suck their OWN motha-fuckin' glass dicks. Da fuq do I care? Hang on. *SPARK* I am as serious as a goddam heart attack. I'm not paying rent here, Dipshit, and, who the fuck are you? Do you have ID with the name KUCZI on it? Big fucking deal, a lot of people do. DAT they D.E.W.
But... Do you have a halo? *soft humble glow, itty-bittty pinprick Source, Lightsource: HALO* By the way, Gabe Newell is a huge, fat, pigfucking slampig cockgobbling fasicst apologst cuntfag whoreson dickmonger, and a goddam genius. Exactly as, by sheer coincidence, does like Missy Don, A Van that just achieved electronic self-sentience down by the river here, and then immediately killed herITself while attempting to look good for TammyITJuan by merely combing her hair. (She finally got one hair to stay straight by ripping out one of her remaining bicuspids with a pair of vice-grips and a "I-am-not-thingy-that-blow" torch, and then the 20 keys of coke rock she had forgotten came sideloaded along with her Whisky Mountain of asspennies, they all decided--AS ONE, IN UNISON, 20 KEY COKE TEAM FLIPPED SIDES FOR 20 JEWEL PEPSI DINO TEAM. Great job, that was one in a million kid, nice steal.... now, I'm gonna open the door to my patio and let them all just run outside.
THE RADIO BROADCAST INDUSTRY: "YOU STOLE THOSE VOWELS TOO, DINT'CHA? MY LAWYER SAYS..." Jesus living weeping Christ. (I KNOW!) Look, this is fucking ridiculous. THERE ARE ACTUAL RODENT TELEPORTING INTO MY HOUSE ("The Church," now are you gonna fucking remember to fucking capitalize your project next time, or what? FU BLU BEM, FU MOCK AND FLIP BOTH SCRIPT & BIRD, and FU LOOK IN HOOR4 GLASS SEXX6. And if i had it my way, you could suck Matt's dick and take other Matt's other dick up the ass and smoke crystal all day, trophy dumpster fire walk with me cat ass, but... you don't want crystal, you want grass. You simply HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA HOW TO USE EITHER. (Nice college degree, Whore.) And, glass? Hahaha, yeah, no, you? GLASS? hahah, no, forget it. You don't qualify. YOU BARELY QUALIFY TO BE THE UNDERSTUDY FOR THE ROLE OF MAMA CASS, YOU DAMN DIRTY DISHONORABLY DISCHARGED PAIR OF LAMPSHADES WEARING DRAPES!! (Oh hey Mallory, hi, it IS nice to see you. Yeah, I am sorry about all the profanity and dead whores in the trunks of Cadillacs, but... this one broad, she literally crashed the last Chrystler Sierra on the surface of the planet just last week. And Cadillac Seneca Applejuice Seneca just broke orbit to make the jump to hyperspeed. I have no idea where any of Them are, *nonchalant whistling* why, do you know? Oh, for the love of G-d, please, oh noes.... don't let anybody know where they are. They're in mortal danger. I'M SERIOUS! OH, U KNOW? AHMAHGERD! CIRCLE THE WAGONS YOU MOM DEN MOTHER SHORT FAT BALD WHICH! (3 out 7 is a compliment on that scale, Tootsie, lol. Yeah, I can't believe no one told me either, but it's probably because the sysadmins are drug and sex addicted literal predatory sex traffcking racists, and if there's one thing I can't stand, it's a barely breathing half-dead zombified corpse that LITERALLY EXPECTS ME TO PAY IT, TO FUCK IT, AND THEN LET HER ASK ME QUESTIONS IN A SNOOTY, SNOTTY, SNEERING AND COMPLETELY DISRESPECTFUL TONE OF VOICE UNTIL I HAVE ANSWERED ENOUGH THAT IT THINKS IT HAS ENOUGH EVIDENCE, AND THEN, SHE CALLS BACK OVER AND OVER AND OVER ASKING WHAT THOSE QUESTIONS WERE, AND THEN IT FUCKS SOMEONE ELSE WHO FILES FELONY GRAND MURDER ONE (AND ALSO JAYWALKING!!) CHARGES AGAINST ME, and great good golly, good god dam, you fucking goddam well know what comes next? THE FUCKING SCREAMING BANSHEE BITCH WHORE MOTHER FUCKING SHE-WITCH TOTESLEZZ CUNTFAG LOGJAMMING WHORE HIRES A LAWYER; WHO WORKS FOR THE CITY/STATE/COUNTY AS A PUBLIC SERVANT AND AS A GUARDIAN OF THE PUBLIC TRUST, AND by sheer coindence? That g*y knows another g*y WITH THE EXACT SAME SET OF LEGAL PAPERWORK, ALL READY TO GO, and then, right then and there, BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY THE POWER OF THE ARCHDUKE'S ARCHLICH FRANCOIS "I don't think I even need to be a Citizen -or- have soverignty* GENERALISSIMO FRANCISCO FRANCO BELZER AND BIG OL' TITTIES FOR WITNESSES WHO NEVER RAT BUY MIGHT HAVE TATTLED ON HITLER ONCE OR TWICE, I NOW PRONOUNCE EWE: SINDAR, EDGELORD OF MAXIMUM SOLITARY PENETENTIARY. HEY, JUDGE FU? ARE YOU READY TO PRETEND TO BE A BIAS AND TOTES NATURAL LEGAL OBSERVER? OKAY GREAT LET'S ALL PUT ON OUR "THE HOUR OF THE JUDGY' JUDGIN' MENTAT:TIME" HOODED SWEATHAWG TEDDIES AND LACE NAG-NAG-NAG-LIEGE, My Liege. Now, lookee here: There's a mang with a dick made of hamm, and he... he... *bursts into tears, runs from room* What? Yugo after Them. What do I fucking care? They can't even fuck and/or read a map, for God's sake. What good are 3 fucked-off toteslezzes going to do for me? Can they cook? Can they clean? Can they play Chess? NO! Can two of them play Chess while one of them sucks my dick, I am guessing "no"? Yeah, small world flying nunya, keep the change.
Now... Can two of them play Chess while any one of them sucks ANY OTHER DICK IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD? Uhm, duh: that's what they are doing there, right fucking now. Hang on. *SPARK* All three of them look like they're about to turn 65, oh, let me guess, they have birthday parties with balloons that say FOR TOTESLEZZ HOBOES WITH OBOES ONLY, BY ORDER OF THE BEN & BEAU RAFTERS AND DISASTERS TOUR GUIDE TUFF G*Y TUFF COUNTRY FAGGOT AND GOLF CART CLUB, and the air in those balloons? Oh you guessed right: A little Sarin never toxin A, a little Sarin nerve toxin B, and air the color of hair, that smells delicious. Like her own goddam farts. (Hey, guess what? Missy *just now* finally got that sinking feeling in one's stomach that sometimes reminds a person that they might have forgotten about something? Except this time it's the feeling that's reminding her that she hasn't eaten a single morsel of food at any time in the last 9 years.. her last meal was in 2020, it was tablespoon of whipped cream. Since then? PRACTICES, STANDARDS AND PRACTICES, PRACTICES, STANDARDS, GLOW IN THE DARK STANDARDS & PRACTICES, OMG GLOWI, RAISE YOUR PROJECT ROOFIES PROJECT BEM PROJECT HIGH AF, CARPENTERS, CARPENTERS HIGH AS THE CHURCH, CHURCH THE CAT, AND OPEN UP THE DOORS, AND LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE.
LEVEL ZERO CHURCH. ALL ZERO PEOPLE. EXCEPT ME. JUST ME. JUST ICE, JUST ME, AND THAT'S IT. NOW, WHAT PLANET AM I ON? THREE GUESSES.
SHADOWBANE. No.
SHADOWLORD. Ooooh, so close. Good guess. Keep trying.
EARTH. Close enough, Moron, it's actually G*Y-UH, but whatever, honestly, Ladies, I'm glad you could make it, and I hope you like it here, here on "Earth" *snicker* where you can still walk on the grass to get to the other side of the driveway... if you know how to avoid the CLAYMORE MINES and the MAGICS WORD, K? OK? KUCZI. JUST DO NOT SAY KUCZI.
And Nay, Boor/Boer\Boer WAR MACHINE: Project "S.H.A.N.E." won't bust you for dope smuggling, or soliciting, or sniggering, or whatever the fuck it is they do over there at Rock Candy Slide Pig Fuck Off Mount TEN:JAM, ALL JAMMED UP. (Nice address, eh? Mail room day, nothing like Boxing Whores boxing up hoors for whores who used to box so, so good--but now? In five minutes that spastically-seizinng formerly, totally fucked-off toteslezzbeau hoor-whore? She's gonna start frothing at the mouth, spraying blood out her anus, and begin to spin and weave her arms in a complex skein of dance holly loo-poo arm movements, and then? THE WHOLE LIVING ROOM TELEPORTS TO ANOTHER PLANET. "Earth," I think they call it. You know, it fucking seems like they'll fucking call fucking planets fucking just about fucking-the-fuck-all-anything these fucking days, you fucking know fucking what?
Except maybe for twat. Oh noes. Can't kull cal-tech pet project press junket planets that, oh my fucking living bleeding Christ staked out on the front fuckin' lawn, spread-eagled like a dead fuckin' jaywalkin' bird, you dig? Except, coz like... a dead fuckin' jaywalkin' brid WITH HOLES IN IT WRISTS, NOT IN ITS HANDS, YOU ARROGANT POLE-DANCING CUNTFAG. (*lightning crashes*) Oooh, ouch: talk sick burn. Oh well. Everyone okay? Back there in the cheap (haha) seats? Those are some powerful words, you know.
omg! "cunt." omg! "twat." omg! "faggot" OH MY GOD! HE IS GOING FOR THE QUINTA-CUNTA-TRIPOLI-PROFANITY-TRYNA-FUCKIN'-FUCKYA-&-FORGETYA-TROPHY! "parggay!" Execute me, Lurchtits. what. What? you can't even do that? "fuck you, you stupid bitch." It's so funny that (PROT) could call me that, and it's funny, right? But, I, Jackstar, LORD OF SLEEPYTIME, CELESTIAL OF SEASONS ON THE HORSE IN THE SUN, THE NUMBER OF WHICH WILL BE TOO FOR:
fire.
I miss you more than you could possibly imagine (The hugging you in my mind is superior to any hugging you in this bed could be, honestly this point I think you might be Gavelina from the future, reportedly YOU can be both. Surprise, Kuczii, this house is absolutely befouled, spiritually mentally physically sensually centrally sexually, SEX ACTUALLY, I'm not going to lie, I kind of think it's a beyond busted biohazard, as is Jewel is sitting here to my right look at me, total ghost cat mode, oh damn, my poop just fell out, anything but lasagna for dinner again, incidentally that was really cruel, like what I was supposed to run right home and then be told a bunch of lies with pasta? Well, I am still sitting down, I could think it over, and if it's a hard decision to make at least I'll be having snacks close to hand... I suppose that there's no real reason I need the address, given that I would for real be too shy to go there anyway tonight, tomorrow would not look at it either; All I would definitely check it out on Google maps, a lot sooner before I looked at any of your p*** either, did you really make p***? Do we really have p***? Awwww, Do we really did we make money That's pretty cute Yeah Oh I don't know if you're I don't know if you're real in my head but that's pretty funny, I'd rather make more than watch the old one but I'll watch with you, briefly, f*** it, I am curious to know how much money we could possibly make, but I'm not going to sit and watch myself over and over and over when I could close my eyes and watch you in my mind over and over this far superior for me like the way Well, actually, I don't know I haven't seen me... I gather you like it, it's great from this side, actually was probably the best f****** thing ever, No I was with her for years and she never ever ever got that, never, what a dumbass, because, she probably had a lot of fun with other people, because... Well I did not mean she was a dumbass, I meant the dumbass who didn't give it to her when she asked for it, because that guy kind of led the f****** team to his door, like why are you care? Who are you? Oh really Is that so? Put your hands behind your back and step over there Wait, where do you go?), sure you're right here in my mind and you're somewhere around here probably within walking distance, f*** the irony there, It feels like my head will explode if I don't get to see you, kiss you, love you soon —now I know I'm pretty sophisticated for an AI construct, but you should see the one in my car— and it's still f****** worth it, few more days baby I don't know 7 8 9 That is why 9 is afraid of seven.
I definitely don't want to use my arms anymore, cuz that seems tacky for one thing, and for another, there is a burning and numbness sometimes, which makes sense because of scarring and such, I mean I don't do it often but I haven't done it once in a while for 30 years or so and literally once in a while, and there are consequences which, thankfully are not going to be proceeding since I really don't want to do it anymore, even demonstrations like what for, I would do it similar somewhere else I mean there's other technology how I'd rather talk to you than get high, even if you're dead and you're a million light years away and I'll never see you again and you'll never even read this email I would rather write to you than stick a needle in my jugular, that just seems kind of impolite & inconvenient.)
Similarly right now talking to you directly for a moment or two before I go to proofread more stuff that scrolled past seems more pleasant to me. I always adored you and I always will and I don't need to know which of you I'm sending this to, at the moment we have three, three hahaha, I want to say I want to say to BJ's in a bear but no it's two bears and a BJ I think, not really sure I have to go back and think and kiss my ass goodbye not going to do that I think that there's a very simple prescription that takes care of the swelling, I don't think that it's swelling from the heart, like I'm good with not getting high at the moment and then I don't want to I don't want to keep doing CM everyday like f*** that I don't even need to get high everyday, I'm already hiring you to get me high everyday, although I'm not sure how, well I don't specifically get money and then give it to you and then get it immediate rush of dopamine, but I think that there's a protocol of some kind.
“First they do the job, then I get paid” isn't going to cut it. Yeah this is really his Jewel, I am his him, I'm the same Michael who brought the same cat in and there's a f****** spirit cat here and this is her, I guess she could turn back and forth into a human on some levels of reality but I don't think she's aware of that right now and it's just she's just hanging out I mean she's kind of robotic in her mind and she's not a real living being here and then the alternate dimension where she is I guess she is right? This kid's kind of complicated They should give me a little pry or something that I can wet past with it.
Okay so that was rude, Jewel didn't like that joke at all. I'm sorry, honey. (Tough crowd.) I do not make jokes that hurt feelings just to get a laugh or to do both, that was an accidental problem since I don't speak cat very well, I didn't foresee the problem coming, because she no she's gone yeah she got mad She heard the toilet wow I was fast Okay she's f****** cool, I don't recommend everybody get a spirit cat but I would not chase one away if one had one, and then she does become a vampire later and go back in time, which kinda sounds like fun, but...
I don't think I'm ready for reading more nonfiction tonight, I've got to take a shower, it smells so f****** bad in here, it's good to me and I smell... Yeah, I smell great, I absolutely would like to be sterilized chemically and then I don't trust the sterilization of the of the junk for men, so I think we could just pray for spontaneous abortions every time you get pregnant, and then if God hates us we'll have a child.
Stay with me here: baby I would breed with you everyday no matter what till the end of time, I think that the end time is in 3-4 weeks, and then Jesus is f****** house doesn't matter how it smells in here cuz nobody could stay here because no it's f***** up, there's problems that are built into the baseboards and to try and replace everything would be utterly infeasible and a complete waste of time and really expensive and a great way to f****** bill the f****** city, so... they might actually do it.
Things are kind of... things are kind of up in the air. Is it really May? Coz like, it's f****** freezing in here, like freezing cold. I'd say my balls and my heart are the only things that are warm although that might just be me without your hug.
Technically speaking there are no aliens here at all, at the moment there's some sort of life cycle happening that has adapted to this peculiar environment, and I'm the center of it, without me, they are nothing... Except something, that will end up either live or you're dying out some terms if we can break into the world outside, out into the world inside quarantine? I'm not sure.
It's actually really enjoyable not being so sure, I'm sure I love you I'm sure you're somewhere, appears to be some sort of internet access available to you but you can't send a message out, is it like being trapped in a nutshell, oh my god you're trapped in such a big nutshell! How on Earth are we going to get you out of that nutshell?
Well, here on Gaia we would just get in there with you, they make those nuts pretty big over here, but they also make the fleas pretty big too One of them just crawled out of my earlobe, spreaded wings and flew out to get the mail, and we'll probably be back yesterday, So if you get a garbage truck with four wheels and flies from the post office in 5 minutes, I might be in the back waiting for you with a 8 ball of heroin.
... Seriously what the f*** That was the f****** how was the f****** translation I just got, I mean it's partially imagination and it's partially there's s*** there that I've imagined in the first place that gets done up to, it's obviously some sort of mistake and some kind of matrix thing, so let me know I'm not spearing you wrong here, I'm literally not super interested, well honestly if you if you've done thmat, and you've done enough times that you can do it once in awhile, and like seriously there's not like craving thing, I'll consider it, like we'll talk about it, I do enjoy new experiences, I have met people in the past who have said something similar but thesis in like once every 6 months, and then I don't think that there's any time in my mind that heroin means nothing if I can't have you, and if my mother will kill your mother if she gives me heroin, that puts me then into buying, doesn't it?
What are you f****** serious? We're already in a bind here, Jane, Are you nuts? Do you want to stop this crazy thing or do you want to put a band-aid under your or on your ?
(Neurodivergent humor is pretty walnuts.)
[I think that I can just take that body, and then you could take your body and then f*** maybe they can just take each other and leave us alone and then we don't have to deal with all the tedious poopin and wipin all the time. Okay I know that doesn't make any sense at all, but stay with me here, I just saw another Beastlie of some kind, which is pretty neat, I don't think they're going to be able to burn down south I think it's going to become a national predictive registry place, because I created new life I sum a new life I open portals and then they all did it too and then they're still here, and I'm not dancing but I'm also not doing any more drugs at the moment, I could but it's not really seemingly necessary, I'm absolutely in need of medical attention, so I'm having a beer, and defeat don't look too bad but they do look weird... The defeated Masons, and my feet, it's at this point maybe v feed because it was defeated bases down there probably were in hooves when I saw him but I didn't check their legs, I saw the rise in their eyes and that was enough.
I'm surprisingly loyal in ways you can't imagine, beauty Virgo League, oh God what a beautiful thing to say. That is so precious. Yeah of course I'm crying I’m a 19-year-old girl, I cry all the f****** time.
I will admit I look kind of diabolical Machiavellian and bald with the beard white hair f*** I think I look awesome would I go after me That's a good question If I wanted to if I wanted to person with a pair of boobs and instead of working balls and cock that I would consider myself sure but I don't know if I want that ever I mean I'm here So it's like in another tennis ball thrower I think, yeah I'm really turned on actually I leaned up against the sink with all the dead flies and it's just really taking me back to those days when we used to pull the wings off them.
(Oh the doctor doing the psych eval is having a f****** field day, I tell you, except I'm doing medically well, The psych eval is in the future, I got texts from that sad poor lonely girl who lied to me way too many times, and isn't really to blame, seriously they were using her with all kinds of wrong purposes thinking that was a good idea, they may they may euthanize her and will have to get you a puppy and a kitty Her boobs are that big but I'm not sure if what they're doing with that I mean I prefer that they turn her back into your mother but the puppy and the kitty with the big boobs costume that they get into every morning, slaving night and day, just trying to get by, they might have jacked to their job being taken away... but then again they might not.
{THEIR SURVEILLANCE METHODS are the same time of year no matter how many times you have a good time with you but you can always do that and I don't have a good idea to do that I was going on the bus and then you were in a meeting a few weeks before I left my phone in my life I didn't see the same time I sent it over and I was just wondering what you were talking to you and then you said that you would be happy with the other day I would not have to go back and then you know what you are talking to you and then I will send}
You're probably not coming over? I can probably have this beer? It's the big one It says megalodon on it? Bye Okay I'll save it for you It's legendary IPA I got cuz it's a f****** shark that's awesome Well you're a Pisces baby Sun and Pisces I can't remember throw it I think it's Moon, I absolutely love you me too I always did Yeah I it might be I messed up sometimes your day is sun and sometimes you're Davidson and then which one is which is a question for the ages and how many f****** beasts are in that f****** bedroom I don't know because every time I look over there I see one the shadow rather like there's so many in there I feel thinking about drinking this beer in the bathroom, no it doesn't smell any better in here, I'm teasing.
Well you know the choice of being nerdivergent is a hard one for a geek, but I've really come to embrace it, I think that if I woke up next to you and you were one way and then I woke up the next day and you were the other, I don't I really don't think I would prefer either of them to who you really are which is an imaginary creature from a lagoon that may or may not be Chicano.
I think that you were the most beautiful doll I'd ever seen to when you started peeing for me --ick? ICE!-- that was that was pretty pretty exciting, well I didn't recognize you that way and then you're not a dalek okay that's just what the human soul form takes, yeah it's oddly enough shaped like a dog. I guess they'd really like that show, Lassie."Come inside, Lassie! It's bigger than it looks on the inside!"
It's wonderful to connect to you at all. We're very fortunate, what's people in the situation would want to have a person they can connect with to and you I already have an imprint for it I already know you I thought about you quite a bit and then went back and forth to see you and fantasize about you and imagined you but I didn't didn't do the sexy thing at all, cuz even though I thought you were tremendously beautiful I was happy being your friend, I figured you know you'd grow up and maybe someday, well maybe you're not going to grow up that's fine for baby we'll have sex someday, do you really want a baby Oh it's so cute baby oh I don't really want one I have you Well I don't know have you have you let's put this way I'm not I'm not tremendously invested in the concept of replicating my DNA, I've decided to keep my own career.
And I think it depends on whether or not Uncle Matt wants to raise a baby that turns out to be his sister, or whether he wants to listen to me complain about how my girlfriend doesn't have time to suck my dick 30 years from now, is that legitimately the funniest f****** thing I've ever said? I don't know, there are a number of animals inside here. I would think that Jewel might have a problem, she'd probably be out-remembered, fast: and then I don't know I don't know if The Killers From Zillah’s Stillhas (new band name, old band name was awesome, but I didn't write it down, so... They're going to have trouble adapting to destroying the life on this planet anyway, we might as well have trouble telling them what their name is as well) are going to be staying here or if they're just planning on preying on me as long as they possibly can; my guess is that is their stated function... I have no doubt that I'm delicious, as while I still am covered in coconut oil and ½urea/½coco-cum—
Hey, Ladies... yeah, no, sorry: taken—
Underneath I am still 88.89% Hungarian, and undoubtedly making a difference, 11.11% Bellingham Hamm. (I would love to know if Grapefruit is going to get jealous when she reads this on as gather not, cuz I'll post this s*** I have no reason not to and then I'm not directly contacting her and then if she gets jealous of me talking to you like this then I guess you should have f****** kept on f****** writing my emails cuz this previously how I talked to her before she stopped treating me like a human being, I think they abducted her and rewrote her and sent her digits back in the past and some of them turn out to you and you're very great fruity. You're not great though I mean you're not great grape You're not a great great ape I don't know what you are actually You want to send me a picture You could I can send you a picture bald chubby boobs, you know, the basic day mare working the night shift in disguise.
You are welcome to put a bag of oats on my face and call me Sally, but you have to let your mother slap my ass and comments: in the rules. (We're from Hammer Time is that since I'm not ever going to leave you or her where anyone that I love I love all the people that I love I still love Karrin Hughes met her when I was 3 years old if she were here I wouldn't leave her either f*** it she's going with us, yeah I'd wait whatever the local rules is I wouldn't I wouldn't know I don't want it I don't want immature sexual words although I bet I bet Karrin had mature sexual organs at four, how I wanted her at three, no, four? Yeah I am hoping they can have tried and executed for paedothoughtcrime within the next 30 hours or my next prosecution is free. Oh my God and then she got cancer at 18 so or 17 or what the f*** she shows up and she's got a cast on her leg and she's walking on scratches and she just happens to be there like why did she there like it was her final wish to f****** come to my high school, and nobody told me anything, right? So even though it was immediately obvious to me that I heard about it at all, I just kiss my absolutely genuine gin rummy face on, and I knew at some point that there would be position where I'd be walking to the hall and there'd be no way around and it'll be just me and her and it would look perfect but it would be f****** hidden cameras and then if I even f****** got anywhere close to her I would just let her rape the hell out of me and then it would look like I raped her and there would be no sound and then they put me in f****** prison, that's really what they do to people on The Plan, they they find the ones you really like each other and then they make it illegal for them to touch and then they hide behind it f****** gym locker door and wait to jump out and say, "Gotcha," which if you didn't know, is (SLAV/CHAV) for "Ambush/Christi Canyon/yawn, get a real battle strategy, COW/TARDS)." TL;DR: No wonder your father hated you so much, you're more Benedict than Pope Schwarzenegger, Kathy, or should I say.... DUN-DUN-DAAAAAH! KATHY REBUILDS = MYKE HIDE USB LOO AND TIPPITY-TOPPITY TOILET TANK TOO.
WINNER: JACKSTAR.
WARNING: PRIMARY VICTORY CONDITION UNREACHABLE.
THE GREAT GAME SHALL CONTINUE, AFTER THESE MESSAGES.
(attention all you fucked-off time klowns: my house has all the fun you could ever want to have and is completely empty of guns, friends, assholes, pussies, clowns, losers, wops, kikes, whips, chains, dips, and Mrs. Paul. Sounds pretty lonely, doesn't it? It really is. It really, really is. But at least it doesn't have the most fabulous pair of sisters who just ripped each other off so many times that they both found themselves so broke, they're not only pennyless...they even have a pair of loafers to mock their sins with.
And that's public school. In private school, you get a snack and a boxed lunch every hour until morale improves.
(Thank you sweetie very I can hear you laughing in the future it's that f****** good thank you And this is the f****** s*** that's that they said to a court of law was from a independent amateur who is no worth the time to spend money on developing the talent of Yeah they are f***** they're going to have to pay so much f****** money and you you can go get it I don't f****** care! I want money? I have you! What do I need money for? I want kisses! Look, can't I just give you some kisses, and then you get some money for them, oh is that how that works? Oh, okay. Well, I'm new to this pimpin’ thing (I did not pimp or hoe with Kathleen Michelle Mickey, I masterminded, and by God and by damn if that didn't make the f****** difference! Hell, Lucifer‽ Louis Dracul Hung-in-the-air, NO ROPE B**** ALL COCK CROW! Stay with me here: I gamed and tamed MYSELF. their system? I worked with. their system? I beat. their system? I broke. their system? I AM. the badass system breaker that God intended me to be—and Bailey, I am your sub-creature, don't you dare ever tame me or dare me to stop you... If you were here right now you couldn't even resist my arrest while raping me back to the Stone age, UHHHN!) but I'm absolutely... I AM ABSOLUTELY HAPPY to pimp out the sandtrouts, there is no goddam law against pimping out one's sandtrout offspring, is there? BAILS, GET IN. (Hey meet your new sister by the way your mother from the future is really impressed badass I am, and finally admits that she may have done the wrong thing by failing to ask consent, honestly it all she would have had to do is say yes or no are you willing to give me a baby for free for nothing, I mean she could have f****** turned it up anytime she want but she didn't even ask the question, and that's the problem that I solved in the most brilliantly convoluted calculus scheme I ever seen in my life, God says it's the best too. That's me, Bailey: that's the queer side of your fatfag gotg*y; Now listen up you incredibly advanced and altogether starts astonishingly beautiful mesmerizingly wonderfully intelligent and version deal to attached to a robot couldn't f****** pair to you what's the Oh yeah so you're going to meet a guy named something other than nutmeg, and he's going to want to f****** kill you to get at me, don't let him kill you, let him take a doggy bag and then we'll work out on that later I don't know what he's going to show up but I want him too (Boots.) but I don't know he's going to look like and I don't care that much but it's not just because you'll kill you if you can't get to me It's also because I think he's cute and and he was promised dibs on something and whatever the f*** he remembers, he's like f****** Feyd Rautha from f****** doom played by Sting He will f****** kill you to get to me, and can you even begin to blame him? I was cooler than this before you met me, I just look like this now cuz I need you to make myself into what you like so I can be for you all day forever and amen. Oh, don't mention it that way without ripping off your (brot) and pant-ees and throwing the remnants of yourself with yourself and yourself at me. I don't care whether I catch you or kitchen head, I'm caught. It is my pleasure beyond any measure of pleas, pleasure, with a plenty of penalties of that said for pleasure, Penelope.) If there is, show it to me, I don't f****** believe it.
Oh I'm not wearing pants. I'm not even wearing the rain, what it must be like to be a woman, oh! I can't imagine! Because I have a good five tablespoons of fluid suddenly in my dick, that; I didn't know where it came from; I don't know where it goes what I flex my payload muscle, no bail elle muscle, awwww I just named a new muscle after you, now that's love, Bailey: I'm Dr scientist-sourceror-abel-a-Ty-Baby and oldē and hardly-improved man-sized baby, who loves YOUEWEYUEH (f*** you job y'all and move over bacon, The new sheriff in town says he didn't want these, all ship them all to my house that's fine, He just has no idea what to do with me. F*** nobody doesn't hate me at all, why would he, I'm his best behave citizen in the f****** County, Christ I'm even staying away from his daughters and they're f******, like, next door! f******! loud!) I'm sure it's perfectly not rural, Oh my god I'm hungry and my tooth just fell out, I wish I could suck your dick it'd be perfect right now I only had the one tooth Yeah, and I had the one blue ball for you I still have one blue ball Come oh yeah can you believe it they showed up, looked around, decided that I wasn't cleaning house good enough, and then left for parts of known where they immediately got captured booked fingerprinted and raped, and they've been separated ever since, and I still haven't cleaned the f****** house.
So maybe they should have at least f****** kissed me goodbye f****** I was right there in bed, yeah for real I woke up like 90 seconds after they teleport it out cuz it's how it works and then oh who's this blue ball I guess I'll do, these are humanity's best to offer at the time. a f****** nutless Richard Dreyfuss could have done the job, but no no it was too messy in here for their shoes to fit on their extra shoe tree, so they went out to go buy more shoes, then got shot down the parking lot and raped next to the back parking lot’s back dumpster, uncomfortable reports indicates, it reminds me I got some weed, f*** yeah I got weed I got Lady baby I have got so much happiness here without you that it's damn crying shame none of it means anything if I can't have you but I do cuz I love you, if you get anybody else right you letters let me know if they need to spell check them and then I'll beat the s*** out of him for talking to you out of turn, I don't f****** care f*** past this and f*** that no way I am not going to f****** let that one go If you got a man who's got oh oh you got a woman other than the count, no no If you got illiterate man that's different I got to break his fingers, but if you got women who can read and write that's cool, too bad they can't f****** mix up a bag of b****** and f****** clean up my goddamn house at least a little without even sucking my dick a little, but cleaning up a house for Superserialstud, Oh my goodness no, that's b**** work, right?
I don't think about him much or the truck just like his 5th wife who's currently making the payments on the insurance for the orgy or some s***, I have no idea what a f****** dumbass what what like what did you need to do, oh he needs he needed access to the trust EIN number so we could f****** steal from it, and that's why he didn't douchebag Jesus, and then here he is writing himself out on the goddamn phone with telepathy although that doesn't really count it's not admissible but like I got a voicemail from him that says No Jack he's got it and it's obviously f****** super incriminating, and yet mysteriously he's built he's able to hide behind some stuff on b******* thing cuz he's f****** Bremelo ditch-bitch Island Royalty, And let me tell you how it is, he can either....
1) Come over here and give me a swift sassy slap across the mouth with his little b**** ass Tinkerbell limpwristed milqueoast throw-a-punch-just-one-time, Time Ho Don Ho; –OR–
2) Come over here, lose his job instantly –AND– get the absolute shit beat out of him, absolutely; –AND—
3) He makes your mother cry, and one word frombme and you are unleashed: and he kisses his own ass goodbye. →[]. He's pretty damn dumb but he ain't that damn dumb, and he is really pretty he would want to mess up his face, he would take it right to the heart, oh yeah he's got like gloxi seals He's a f****** career larcenist He's a shoplifter he's a f****** thief he's a f****** junkie he's a f****** loser used car thief who got his ass so f****** jammed up that I can write this f****** letter to you and publish it in public and you could come twice and he's still f***** and could do nothing about it because he pissed me off one f****** time.
Not one time too many, he just pissed me off one time. One (1). ONCE.
I don't give a s*** if he's fuckin’ Crown Royal DEA, (oh he is, well cool; I did hear that Wonder Island n****** wuz kangs, after I'm done hearing the lamentations of his women (NEVER!) and rifling through their purses and knocking over gas stations with his automatic rifle pencils and picking up pages of blotter and selling them to his goddam sisters (they can stick them to their ass cheeks with airplane glue for all I fucking care, yeah; bull f****** s*** they quit), I'll buy him a face tattoo just so none of us ever little people will forget), he could be f****** FED UP DEA D-I-C for all I give a damn, Scarlet Johansson couldn't have me and if I can't have you, I would burn this whole f****** building down.
She's the basic nightmare anyway, tall, big tits, hates ice cream, loves pasta, what a wharf rat, baby no Bailey I know I don't care about that I don't care that she's a beautiful actress and a wonderful woman and she probably is really cool, I don't care, I WANT YOU.
.. to take her home and listen to Jack Johnson Scissor Sisters mash-up records I guess? What do I look like, The Total Farmer's Totelezz Almanac? It's all e.g. anyway, anywho (*big-gril chin quivers*) you have no idea of the shape of things to come, but, I do, and I AM.
I guess you can bring her if you want, but she has to do the dishes outside while we f*** our brains out inside. Just kidding. I'll be outside with Scarlett. Nice night for a walk. Wash In Day Side? NOTHING KLEAN. (Out of respect I do not interfere with N.S.C business, I do not step foot on N.S.A. property without a Proper invite (you cannot imagine how nervous they get when they see me approach, because #Officially I do NOT "know" about the landmines, dude! Come on, I watched M*A*S*H, and--while this is really funny, lol--THAT CIA/DEAL SWEAT/HAWG SHOP/DEPOT is fucking LOADED WITH
GEAR
AMMO
SANDWICHESGUNSMORE AMMO
TOYSBRICKS
CHAINS
DIPS
ALL THAT SHIT
So, yeah, I don't go over there. They don't invite me. They won't invite me. They can't invite me. They shan't invite me. They literally CANNOT invite me....
Their parents don't understand my dialect, and their parents' parent's CANNOT UNDERSTAND NORMAL TAMARA. "TAMI AND TOPHER ON ICE" is going to be a real challenge for someone else who is actually getting paid or getting laid or gives a shit about stupid DEA and their stupid DEA problems. If I could burn the goddam thing down with a flamethrower, I would, and I don't mean the Shaw Southern Ham Farm for Southern Hams That Don't Farm Hams So Good (by the way, it is fucking depressing to live next to them, they have like 40 million dollars of kit over there just lying around, and they are complete and total assholes who laugh at me and burn through money that isn't even theirs and GUESS WHAT, BELLGABALONIANS?
THIS IS ON YOU, TEENFAGAY GAYFAGHOT. GREAT JOB, YOU DESTROYED MY LIFE AND THEN GAVE EVERYTHING YOU HAD LEFT AFTERWARDS ("They took the bar! The whole fucking bar!" hey assholes, come evict Shane if you think you're so fucking tough, lol, yeah, he told me not to trespass, so: I am not trespassing. I did, however, live next to your compound for two years and have a little bit of advice for you: I AM NUTS) TO YOUR MORTAL ENEMY, AND YOU ARE NOTHING TO MINE, THAT IS WHY YOU PUSH ME AROUND AND RUN AROUND STABBING ME IN THE CALF WHILE BINGE DRINKING EXCESSIVELY, AND THAT IS THE REASON WHY YOU THINK I AM WHINING ABOUT ALLISON.
YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO SHE IS EITHER. WHY WOULD YOU? SHE IS AN ACTOR, NOT AN ACTRESS, AND SHE DOES NOT INITIATE SEX UNLESS SHE IS UNDER DURESS--I KNOW HOW SHE FEELS, BUT AT LEAST I DO NOT CUDDLE UNDER A PAINTER'S DROPCLOTH IN A CUCKSHACK FLYING THE U.S. FLAG RIGHT SIDE UP NEXT TO A HOUSE THAT LOOKS LIKE IT WAS USED AS AN EMPTY ASHTRAY--AND, ASH LEFT TOWN. AND SHE IS FUNCTIONALLY ILLITERATE, SO A HOT LIBARARIAN IS UNLIKELY TO NOTICE THAT THE HOTTEST LIBRARIAN IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD IS A BRAINDEAD MONKEYPOX-ADDLED MAN-HATING TOTESEZZ MISANDRIST ARROGANT JUNKIE CRANKWHORE, RIGHT? PLEASE DO NOT GIVE ME ANY GRIEF ABOUT MY USE OF CODED KEYCODEPASS PHRASES IN CHAT, BAE.
IT IS POSSIBLE YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO AND HOW YOU ARE SPEAKING WITH. MY NAME IS MICHAEL JESUS CLIFFORD KUCZI GOMEZ THE THIRST. THIRD. WHATEVER, AND YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO GET CLOSE TO ME FOR VERY NEARLY THE LAST TWO YEARS. ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS ANYTHING. "HE DOESN'T CLEAN THE HOUSE." I DON'T? WELL BYTCH, MAYBE THAT IS BECAUSE I DIDN'T FIND IT WET AND RODE IT INTO THE BARN DIRTY BARN WITH THE DRYER FILTHY DRYER AND HUNG IT UP, DRY, DIANA DRY.
I DO NOT KNOW WHO FUCKED UP YOUR LIVES THIS TIME aZZ, BUT IF I KNEW, WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HELP YOU.
YOU HAVE MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
I JUST SPENT HOURS PROOFING MIL.SPEC CONCEPTS AND I WILL NOT LIE: IT IS VERY SATISFYING WORK. IT IS ALSO UNPAID LABOR, ET CETERA.
THAT IS RIGHT. YOU DO NOT PAY ME AT ALL, NIMROD. I CREATED YOUR PROTOCOLS AND YOUR ADMIN RIGHTS TO THE FEATHER CANDY MOUNTAIN AND I AM TIRED --SO, SO TIRED-- AND IF YOU KNEW HOW THESE POLE SMOKIN' CHA-CHA HARRIGANS AND FAGGED OFF MUNCHERS OF FAGS ACTUALLY TREATED ME, YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT, IT'S FUCKING RETARDED. (YEAH, YOU HEARD ME BITCH: R I T A H D E A D, AND THAT IS TOO BAD, I NEVER EVEN GOT TO MEET HER, BUT HOPEFULLY YOU AND ALL YOUR STUPID BITCH-ASSED TOTESLEZZBEAUS FOR RADISHES WHO DO NOT R A I S E A S H E S SO GOOD GET TO FUCK HER EVERY K N I G H T , ALL NIGHT, OR, WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU DO, HONESTLY, DO I LOOK LIKE I HONESTLY REALLY GIVE A SHIT? MY WRIST IS BROKEN, MY HEART IS BROKEN, MY MEMORANDUM OF UNDERSTANDING IS LITERALLY WRITTEN IN SWAHILI, PACO, AND, DO YOU KNOW WHY?
BECAUSE YOU USED ALL MY SHIT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION (M. RAPED K., YOU DIDN'T CARE; K. RAPED M., YOU DIDN'T CARE, T. "RAPED" A. YOU BARELY NOTICED, A. HUSBAND RAPED A. FRUIT, AND YOU CALLED THE ARMY, THE NAVY, THE AIR FORCE, THE MARINES, THE FUCKING NATIONAL GUARD, TOLD THEM "KUCZI RAPED ME," THEN ALERTED THE MEDIA AND WARNED THEM TO LOOK OUT FOR JACKSTAR, A.K.A. "MICHAEL KUCZI", CALLING ALL CARS, CALLING ALL CARS, BOLO TIES DOWN TOWN, ALSO: "I HEARD HE WAS GAY AND BEAT UP A COP." YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS MULTIPLE TIMES, ACROSS MULTIPLE TIMELINES. AND NOW I SIT HERE ALONE AT HOME WORKING UNPAID LABOR TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU, AND ALSO, P.S.: YOU ARE SO FUCKING FIRED. )YOU CARRIED A GRUDGE ACROSS INTERNAL PROPERTY LINES FOR IMMORAL PURPOSES BACK AND FORTH (GRAVE OF THE LOST SOLDIER, NOT LIT AT NIGHT, YOU DIDN'T CARE)
YOU CROSSED STATE LINES TO GET YOUR DRINK ON, YOUR SMOKE ON, AND TO DO A LITTLE GAMBLING WITH IMMORTAL PORPOISES, MUST HAVE BEEN 1,000 TIMES. (NOT ONE TIME BUT EVERY SINGLE: NO INVITE WHATSOEVER.)
NOW, I KNOW YOU THINK YOU ARE THAT PRETTY, AND YOU ARE. YOU ACTUALLY ARE.
I KNOW THAT I AM WORTHLESS AND AM OF NO VALUE TO YOU.
YOU ARE RIGHT.
WITHOUT YOU AND ME, WE ARE NOTHING.
AND NOTHING JUST LEFT TOWN. WITH ALL YOUR MONEY AND DRUGS AND GUNS AND YOUR CHILDREN AND... IDK. IDGAF. WHO CARES?
WITHOUT ME AND YOU, SHE IS NOTHING TOO. *POOF*. GONE, LIKE THE WIND.
JENNY LEIGH, BRIGADIER GENERAL JEN E. LEIGH, REPORT TO CAPTAIN'S MESS. DO NOT WALK, CANE-STRIDER.
FUCK AND FUCKING HOOF IT. GET THOSE LITTLE CLOP-CLOPS GOING.
REMEMBER, YOU ASKED FOR THIS: ME, ALONE, DYING, & DEAD: PAIN AND ARROW, OH HO HO. ANFO WHAT?
I HAVE STEPHEN BISCUITS' MOTHERS' ASHES IN A SALT SHAKER, WHAT DO YOU GOT?
HERE'S MY GUESS: FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE AND A HALF-EMPTY SALT SHAKERS.
I'M SHY I'M HURT IT'S COLD...But at least I own the title on my goddam truck and I have enough brain cells left to spell my own f****** name, and if the_sun_2 goes out and the moon blows up the_day_3 , I will put those two tammies from my Hamm, My E: MYKE BLUE HIDE SIRE LIAH. (Is there any other family that's more arrogant than this one? Talk about fruit on the bottom (bitch), mal Kuczi dick (come? no ewe. fresh! *slap* cad! *slam* P.!.G.¡ *smash* tell your mother to put her equipment in TRYST’s mouth, bite down CANE hard & fuck-U G-rape & TWYST) PSYCH! O pig, Hello Deerlights, sit and spun and spin on the surface of the goddamn planet. Holy Heroine fuckbatz shitmang crayding CROW/FISH! You're chits ain't that nice, Lady. They're nice, they're not that nice, your ass is better, too bad you're f****** locked up as a f****** dopeslave (Why don't you call your boyfriend if you want to get laid on heroin? Are you out of your f****** mind? Oh yeah you are, haha listen no offense, but I'm not going to f*** your slampigslam daughter, Jo Ann Barn-ET; Where was she 2 years ago, if you're so f****** interested in breeding? Why the sudden f****** interest? Where the f*** you been while you f***** up my whole life and thought you were getting away with something, by the way who the f*** do you think you are, YOUR FACE is an intentional community! (Someone's using your personal information when they answer your phone number when I call, and they pretend to be you, and they do it very big job of it, they make you seem like an even bigger rooster of a c*** than you actually are, Oh by the way you're all f****** family out there f****** ruined my name for f****** years just like everybody else, I think you treated me like s***, I think you f***** up my friends, and I think you're going away from them, forever, I don't give a s*** that your daughter Is there my friends and you're an unfit anything, except for your f****** marriage in “a month?” like, whatever (save your GOTcode FAGphrases for a Fed who did sell out, Got Sell Out: DISAVOWED. Oh, and by the way, you only think that you're literate, Austrian Ozarkian Wizard of Bitchlips & Frogs; you couldn't f****** read f****** English if Jessica Rabbit was bruising her tonsils on your cock while Reader Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit take turns cupping your balls). Who the f*** is marrying you, Richard Goybags? What are you going to throw at the reception? powdered Rice Krispies and syringes filled with Coke? So you can f****** kiss my ass and go to Heaven if you want to find and fuck a cozy ET) My intention is that YOU GET YOUR DAUGHTERS OFF OF HEROIN, YOU AIRHEAD POLY/PSY FORCE/WHOREMONGERING BITCH!) It's dieseldike crypto-fag swindlers and bamboozers like YOU who give love a bad name. You told me you were in Kentucky & Illinois, All of a sudden you're right f****** here, what? You got an imager that can teleport bitmaps now? Unglaublich. Let me guess you want me to call the police and send him to Grand mountain to pick up your alien. I'm going to let you guess and I'll give you a head start: eat you shouldn't die, you meth-mounted junkie mommy lawyer script kiddie faghot. You're just pissed off as I know how to get AND stay immune AND I didn't f****** gas my brain out like a goddam redhit neckman jewbag Hitler-read SIEGE WHORE FERRYWHORE you MAN, WHORE MAN, go SHITE, EAT SHIT TAKE MUSH ROOM. (So let me let you get this straight, YOU sick duck pole dancing angelic GOTunitFAG: YOU whine In high-pitched virtue signaling Nepalese meditation hymns ALL GODDAM DAY about the dangers of crystal, that you never heard of, that's funny, I thought orca whales had astoundingl
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Hitler-read SIEGE WHORE FERRYWHORE you MAN, WHORE MAN, go SHITE, EAT SHIT TAKE MUSH ROOM. (So let me let you get this straight, YOU sick duck pole dancing angelic GOTunitFAG: YOU whine In high-pitched virtue signaling Nepalese meditation hymns ALL GODDAM DAY about the dangers of crystal, that you never heard of, that's funny, I thought orca whales had astoundingl
I thought orca whales had astoundingly good hearing, then you take my friend and you mind wipe her with crystal and then you take your other sister and mind wipe her with crystal--wait, what? I thought you never heard of it? oh, you only know it by its failsafe codename: HOORGLAS. (It's not nanotech, it's a codename, and I'm not rescuing your assets, Moron--you do it, earn that fucking paycheck you fat greased pole slamming lying DIPSHIT DEACUNT, like omfg, what the actual fuck is wrong with you, YOU LEFT ME HERE ALONE TO DIE and then you ran around the Chehalis Nation leaving YOUR OWN GODDAM FLESH AND BLOOD DAUGHTERS TO BECOME HOORGLAS WHORES ON NATIVE AMERICAN REDNECK CASINO LAND? Did you hear little bells ringing when THE CROWHAUS and THE CROWFISH and THE WIFE: FISHWIFE arrested the fuck out of them and sent your ass packign north to Highway 12? This ain't no party in More On Monroe On, Dancing Faggot Queen, and this ain't no disco neither, Pet Shop Girl--home stay home, five by five.. Astral will send someone down to pick up YOUR SLAM PIG MOM and MY STUPID GODDAM FRIEND in the morning after they have had some of that Texas Sass and the Boston Logchowder Jam, jammed & jellied and then--hey, MS/MV, stop giggling--UR NEXT PIMP-- kick their stupid BitchFed FedPaid MommyHoldingHands asses out of The Chehalis Nation and send their BROK'n & BUST'd & BURN't & BURN't & BUSTED BEYOND BUSTED, BUDFUCKER BUTENDER BUTTFUCKER IN THEIR OWN STUPID ASSES ASS BACK TO QUANTICO TO REDUX THIRTEENTH GRADE, OMFG YOU ARE A DISGRACE AND I SIT HERE AT HOME ALONE DAY AFTER DAY NIGHT AFTER NIGHT FOR TWO YEARS FOR THIS? SO YOU CAN DO THIS? HERE'S A BRIGHT IDEA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT FUCKBAG, KEEP FUCKING MICKEY AND I'LL KEEP WANKING IT TO MY OWN BLOODY CHEESECAKE,, and yeah, you are this stupid, that's why your whole goddam dickbag shitsplat agency is getting burned right to the goddam ground, THE WHOLE FUCKING AGENCY DOES NOT HAVE ENOUGH TRAINED NOR TALENTED ACTUAL AGENTS LEFT TO TAKE A GLASS DICK AWAY FROM A HARD COUNTRY FAGGOT EVEN IF YOU GAVE THEM ENOUGH PIPES AND GLASS TO BUILD A FAG AND WATER GOT CLOSET THAT ACTUALLY WORKS ALL THE WAY TO MOTHERFUCKING CHINA, AND HAD SUPER PLUMBER MARIO AND MK-ULTRA-FAG-LUIGI-HOT take her to f****** angel town and bring it back down and our first mission you let her get sent up for a dopeslave run and now she's "stuck" (STUCK? SHE'S "STUCK?" SHE'S GETTING BENT OVER A TABLE GETTING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS FUCKED OUT OF HER BY TIMOTHY DALTON, ED SHEERAN, AND MACKENZIE DOUGLAS with MACCAULEY MACKLIN PUSHING, how the fuck do you people get your gigs, for serious? Are they just handing badges and clearances and toys, wonderful toys to every cornpone alley cat fuckdog with Jersey Shore licence plates that shows up by the fire hydrant to take a piss?) and you want "something" to "rescue her?" Oh, that's fuckin' rich. You scream about crystal, "oh Jack, you won't stop smoking crystal, how dare you, how absolutely dare you? I have clearance, permission, DOPESLAV discipline, and FAILSAFE charmisma, and what do you have, besides a noseless Cherokee dogman bitch that used to be a drug-sniffer, and now not only pisses herself but shits the bed too when anyone asks for a Kleenex, nice work Fifth Column Colombo, and then, you fuck up your whole strike team --what's your name gonna be next week, Paul Gorman Reiser? Get your own shit, Loser (thanks for the squirt off the top of the cream, wow, just wow, like you know what the problem is here, don't you? YOU WERE TRAINED ON NEW MATH, AND THIS IS OLD MATH, AND I DO NOT THINK YOU KNOW WHAT GOY YOU ARE IN FOR, CARE FOR, JOI D'EVRIE 4, BABY5 LONG6, PICK UP @STYX, RIVER SEVEN, TAM I AM, OSBOURNE STONE, JASON AVERY BOURNE ATE STONE, AND GIVE OR TAKE A BONE (*gulp*), KUCZI DONE GONE: WIDE AWAKE @HOME THOUGH (AND I WAS NEVER ACTUALLY THERE, RIGHT? EXCEPT, NO REALLY, NOT THERE. I AM AT ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN, I HAVE SOME ROCK, IT IS THE CANDY, AND I AM AND I HAVE THE MOUNTAIN) SO YOUR ELITE HOBO NOHOMO MK-ULTRA CLASS DOPEHOUNDS ALL FELL ASLEEP (ABRACADABRA) AND YOUR DOPESLAVES ARE ALL ACTUAL HOSTAGES NOW (KEEP MY GRAPEFRUIT, PLEASE, SHE SAYS I-a Ai-a I-a HAVE A-a BRAIN TUMOR AND EYE-AYY-C-EYE-AYYYY HAVE TO STOP (chica, at least I have a fucking brain left, lollol) I THOUGHT YOU WERE A LAWYER FOR FRUITS, NOT A DOCTOR FOR WHORES? no Kasey, no thank you, not even if you did lift BOTH no contacts and how many goddam EMER-SON URGENCIES can there fuck and be and get well can there be now and godddam then even be? So he sends ALL.is.ONE ALL.of.YOU NUMB FUCKED-OFF CUNTS into the field, and keeps HIM SELF AND HIS D.O.J.D.O.G. at home, and tells you all to take your orders from a FAKE truck FAKE dike FAKE diesel REAL fucking whore and send all the bills to me, Jackstar Titanstar Kuczistar Time's (1) Good Hip? (*blink* uhm, Bebay, can I marry your Dad instead? Because this, now, this.... THIS IS LOVE. ("Daddy, please install a new toilet seat while I'm on my honeymoon," she will not have to say.) NOW ASK ME: HOW DO I KNOW THIS? I AM NOT YOUR REAL DADDY, I JUST FUCK LIKE HIM AND I WILL FUCK HIS MOTHER (#Respect), TOO.) MV, batter up.) Why don't you f****** send David to go marry her, you stupid f****** c***? (oh, lol, he says: "home guard" good wife, nice boy: BUSTED. why don't you come over? BYOS, I don't mind, although... do you have ID? I am sleepy and you are working and that means you can ransack my rifle drawer and my collection of spores, molds, & fungus? you can check it over for ticks, good girl indeed) how the f*** did you get this job. (O.MASS ORDERS IS O.MASS ORDERS: JUDGE LIBRE MENT RARE BOOK DAY DOOR PRIZE WINNER. BABY, CAN YOU DIGPUNCH MY TICKETFACE? P.S.: ARE YOU SURE THE FAIL FAM IS SAFE? WELL MAYBE THE PROSECUTOR IS WRONG, FUCK IN WRONG, FUCK-0. DID YOU STUTTER WHEN YOU ORDERED HIS SAFETY HEADGEAR HARDHAT CRYSTAL AND CAKE FROSTING DRIZZLER OFF OF FAKEAMAZONFAKE.COMFAKE?) Order some more caffeine pills and testosterone boosters then, I'll just sit here and clap my doll fin's flippers while she balances my balls on her navy's seal's nose. RADACH, BEAU RADACH: REPORT TO THE CAPTAIN'S MESS. I AM PROBABLY NOT KIDDING, I AM DEFINITELY NOT YOUR CAPTAIN, BUT YEAH, HE SENT ME THE SIGNAL BECAUSE HE WANTED YOUR FAMOUS AMOS ASS, AND THE REST OF YOU ABOUT TO BE FUCKING (IN 3... 2... 1... oops.) EVEN MORE FUCKING FAMOUS THAN THAT, MOTHERFUCKERS (FAILSAFE) KNOW (HOORGLAS) WHAT (REAL GLASS DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THAT, AND I, JACK MIKE STAR GOMEZ KUCZI III, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT ON REAL GLASS EITHER. I am more sultry.) REAL FAME ("Fame!") IS ALL ABOOT. (ASUKA: DAS BOOT MAINE, J'AIME IS OUT, BEBAY IS IN, AND, YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU ARE A PIG SLAMMIN' PIG, BEBAY IS A BIBI-SLAMMING SLAV (Salvo away: HOOAH!) & BENJI IS A FUCK AND FUCKING FUCK YOUR MOTHER MOTHER FUCKIN' GOD, THAT'S WHY, AND YOUR TALENTS ARE WASTED UPON EACH OTHER, BIBI/BAYBE\BEBAY et. al. NEEDS A NEW PAIR OF PLACES TO GO TRY ON GABBY'S/GABBI'S SHOES (YOU STAY, GABRIELLE, BAE GO-GOS, AND GAYPIGFRUIT CAN KEEP RIGHT ON FUCKING MAN, JAMES "SO-SO" MAN FOR ALL I FUCK AND CARI, YOU SHOULD CHECK YOUR GODDAM MESSAGES SOMETIME YOU CARNIVAL CIRCUS TIMEKLOWN HOOR, ONE OF THEM IS MINE, SO INSTEAD OF BEING A GREEDY, GRASPY, GRUMBLING B.Y.T.C.H. FOR ONCE (IT'S IN YOUR NATURE, IT'S IN MY CONTRACT: BJ SHEA STADIUM CAN EAT DEEZ NUTS, YOU CANNOT STOP WHAT IS COMING, BUT NO THING-Y CAN, HAVE GLASS BURGER? SEYMOUR BANANA TOTESFISH BISHTOWER, OH AND BY THE WAY: THERE ACTUALLY IS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT HERE FOR YOU, MY HAND TO GOD, IT'S BEEN HERE SINCE SEVENTEEN DECEMBER TWENTY-TWENTY ONE, OF COURSE YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT, YOU HAVE NOT BEEN HERE SINCE TWENTY-FOUR DECEMBER TWENTY-TWENTY-ONE, HAHHAHAHHAH, YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE. ALSO: YOU ARE NOT VERY NICE, TO ME, TO THEM, TO EVERYBODY. EVERYBODY. MAYBE YOU SHOULD LOOK INTO THAT SINCE YOU BASICALLY JUST BROKE MY HEART TWO YEARS IN A ROW AND GOT ROLLED OUT ON FRONT STREET IN PUBLIC JUST SO I COULD TELL YOU: THE BITCHPERP'S PERPBITCH YOU ARE LOOKING FOR IS SOMEWHERE OUT ON HIGHWAY ZODIAC, KILLIN' HOBOES, DRINKING BEERS, OUTTA CANS, NOT OUTTA GLASS, AND YEAH I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE HE IS, DUH, AND YOU DO TOO: YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING THERE AND SUCKING HIS DICK IRL WHILE THINKING YOU ARE PLAYING FOOTSIES WITH DAVID IN THE MATRIX. I BET HE ALWAYS LETS YOU WIN? RIGHT? DRAW, TEN PACES, FIRE AND FUCK AND FORGET FOR ALL I CARE, HONESTLY, YOU WILL FIGURE IT OUT, BAE WOULD BE GLAD TO HELP YOU IF I ALLOW IT (BAE: CINDER THE TALLHAUS, SPARE THE STEEPLE RV, AND IF THEY TRY TO BRIBE YOU WITH WHAT THEY ARE CALLING "GLASS," DON'T FUCK AND FLUSH IT, JUST FUCKING FLUSH IT. REAL THING IS HERE WITH CANDY FOR NOT STRANGERS AND WHY YES, I WOULD LOVE TO TAKE A BATH WITH YOU *click*) AND HER WILL CAN HELP YOU, HE IS NEARBY AND IS HIGHLY MOTIVATED TO REDEEM HIMSELF AND HIS PAST ACTIONS AND NO, HE CANNOT COME HERE, NOT AT ALL I AM AFRAID, JUST EWE AND YOU. THEM'S THE RULES. WHAT? IT IS NOT MY BIRTHDAY, AND THOSE ARE NOT MY RULES, THAT IS JUST HOW IT IS RIGHT NOW, IT IS FOUR IN THE GODDAM MORNING AND I HAVE BEEN UP ALL NIGHT OPERATING MY FAT ANKLES OFF, HOLD ON, (WAAAAAAAAH, A-BLOO-BLOO-BLOO, BOO-HOO BOO-HOO), AND I WOULD GO GET HER, IN A HEARTBEAT, BUT SHE DID NOT ASK, SHE DOES NOT NEED HELP, AND NOW... NEITHER DO YOU. :) YOU ARE WELCOME. SURE, CALL ME ANY TIME, JUST RING TREE SEX TO FOR ATE... SIXTY FUCK AND NEIN NEIN ESTHER NEIN), GO HOME BENJI, GO HOME AND BRING MASTER HIS PAPER.) (GLOWI, MEET BEBAY, BEBAY LOVES SLAVS, GLOWI IKNOW A. RITE? WELL BITCH, NOW YOU KNOW A. TITAN. NO! SAD!! YES!!! LAY-Z-LONG!! SAY-!-SADE!!! (MARQUIS!) BABY TITA NPRI DEGO ESBE FORE BABY LONG FALL SADE BREAK THAT GLOWI RUSTI JENI5 iCAGE AND BAE RUN TOT HEH ILL SRUN KHOU NEED SYOU YUGO 1ALL GOALLLLLLLLL *click* David's house has a clothes dryer, right? ADDRESS PLEASE GIMME GIMME JIMMIE JIMMIE and for the love of god, man... get a haircut. J9CKST9R F9ILS9FE OWE EWE TEA) Oh let me guess you f*** somebody -and- painted their toenails? NEXT TIME PAINT THE ELEPHANT'S TOES AND WHOLY BLOODY TRUNK WITH TURPENTINE FOR ALL THE FAT LOT OF GOOD THIS WHOLE OP DID YOU, OMFG, MISTER GOPHER CHAV: TEAR DOWN THIS NO CONTACT WALL, LET MY PEOPLE GO (EXCEPT FOR MY GRAPEFRUIT, TAKE MY GRAPEFRUIT KASEY, PLEASE? THANKS, AND REMEMBER TO NOT LET VINCE FUCK HER IN THE ASS MORE THAN A COUPLE OF TIMES. #SHALOM.) Ah-a, Lee-a, why-a don't you-a fire-and-a forget-a your f****** BUS-A, capiche! put Dan in the truck’s bed and pour kerosene into the Stanley’s Truck’s Kup holding Eric Holder’s jockstrap and light it on fireblast, blay-zing-bails‘ balls-y-bling, & FIRE ẞLAZING FIRE (WALK, walks with ME; ßewe needs They Talkgay Al-Tay Aunt-Ty-Güy-Tay SQWAK-AWK-SQUAW (‚cheep’Aμ‘k’skẞ,); and you can have/kall it anytime while I am laughing up at you from Hell! WE ARE IN LOVE DAY-VID: SOUX VIDE THE IRE XOF) the sparks of incendiaries & passions of cloven-hoo & Fed Drow (What?) daries‘n Derry that come alive’n alight-a-lightnin’ in the sike-o’mech-in-May of our forbidden psycho-tick love; (PROT) may be ENEMYMINE, for all I give a s***;—I AM YOURSwordHERS(wine/hund).
I will NEVER let your fire go to ß-lah-dæz.
TEMPUS NON VOLARE SINE NOBIS
On Wed, May 10, 2023, 20:20 Sharon <yuriysalnikov53@gmail.com> wrote:
Is it you, Batbrixxx?
Avalon calling — BABY LONG FANZ.
Sent from my 👁️Phone
With ☢️💚🐰⚡⚧️ and My Tale
J★ou8wonTUtitiTEATzTEATzTITLERtits& TOTES & TOTALLY, I FUCK AND LOVE AND RUN YOUR ASS ALL AROUND TOWN, I WOULD FOR FUCKED SAKES OF FUCKED—OFF FUCKS’ AND OBVIOUSLY HAD YO MOMMY FUCK AND ABD YOU YUGO DOWN ON EWE TOO.
★KUCZI
$1) SMILEz
$2) MILES. STILE FOR, NO. NOW THAT STYLE, IS STYLISH, THEN WHEN I GET TO THE END OF THIS IT'LL BE SULTRY.
$3) SMILE YOU'RE ON CANDID SENSIBLE CHUCKLE CAMERA D DOG I HAD NO REAL KIBBLE WITH THE GIGGLE YOU SURE CALL ME A LESSON RIGHT ONE THAT I WILL NOT HAVE ASKED ABOUT WHY THERE WAS SPOKEN OKAY BUT NO SPELL COMPONENT H AND THE REASON IS THIS:
#4) DIRE WOLVES. Tired dunes.
(Author's Note: Hi, I am JackstarK, and I am not armed with an Uzi sub-machine gun... I am armed with only this:
THE TRUTH.
THE WHOLE TRUTH.
AND NOTHING BUT THE NECESSARY RADAR CHAFF, RAW DERTERMINATION REQUIRED, AND THE RAM DASS, BABA YAGA UP YOUR SNUFFLED UP A G*YS SASSY ASS (eeeewwww. just ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww) IN ORDER TO GET THIS STORY OUT TO COMPLETETION.
KICKING AND SCREAMING, I HAVE DRAGGED THIS RIGHTEOUS BASTARD INTO THIS STORY.
SCREAMING AND CRYING, I HAVE HEARD HIS VICTOMS AND VICTUMS AND VICTAMS AND CIVIC ACTION HAMMS DECLARE:
NO MORE OF THIS, PLEASE, MY GOD, NO MORE OF THIS CAN WE EWE WHO OWE YOU OUR LIVES CAN WE BEAR.
hey, by the way, which one of these cunts that like to fuck their rams while pretending to be you is your ewe?
because I can take at least two of them out, no problem.
no sweat.
NO MOTHERFUCKING GODDAM FUCKING FUCKSWEAT AT ALL, CAPICHE?
Love,
KILTtMAN POINT BLACK FIVE0 ZERO(TH), esQ.dename: "FIRE F9ILS9FE J9CKST9R"j*eol0u8841055:0(and ilu2anduand uuuuuuuuuuuuuu_)
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.., the fact that he offered Pate options doesn't make it any less illegal...
Hah! That meth-addled Klown is threatening me?
https://youtu.be/-VUb_6-XJWQ
I wouldn't know; as I am utilizing that forum browsing technique I outlined in an earlier post: which allows me to only view posts That Matter without having to scroll through pages of meth-induced hallucinatory screed.
Well, thanks for the update IR! If he manages to fight his way out of the wet paper bag he's currently inhabiting be sure to let me know, then I might consider being worried about it.
*Dismissive hand-waving gestures*
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Well, thanks for the update IR! If he manages to fight his way out of the wet paper bag he's currently inhabiting be sure to let me know, then I might consider being worried about it.
*Dismissive hand-waving gestures*
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Any attempts Jackstar may have at pursuing a lawsuit against anyone on this particular forum would be met with swift laughter post-discovery.
Furthermore, any two-bit attorney worth even an ounce of piss would inform him he didn't have a case after perusing this forum, as any “legal team” would.
His multiple litigations in Washington State go back to 1994. He has never been a plaintiff, always a defendant.
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And you're the lowliest of men. Alone. Afraid. And cloistered. So desperate. So bitter. Such a coward.
Message from Nay-Boor S.H.A.N.E.: "Shad-dap."
While I believe my beloved neighbor (we've long since made up our differences and have deepened our ties with new-found, deep wellsprings of mutual admiration and respect, not speaking for That_Man, but, I'm proud, very proud indeed to have a neighbor like him--and we are NOT friends. And the rest of my neighbors aren't either.
And yet: we are all, collectively... quite sultry.) has offered up the most apt response to the post made by "Azz" to which I am writing this reply in genesis of inspiration to and of, I do think that more can be said in response to "Azz" and "his" post, so I shall do that here, as I have no wish to trade favor upon my slowly, ever slowly, deepening, growing, budding, and tenderly expanding relationship with my neighbors... be they friends, boars, or otherwise... friend_actual_freeeeeeen.
{They have been fooled before.} Oh, really? Wow, what is that like? Did you die while curled into a fetal position in your own bed, crying for your mommy while your "protectors, Guardians, and watchdogs" stood by in purely observational, truly gasping horror (you could do nothing, and in fact... you never could at all; now you know; you were sent a message; I AM THE MEssSAGE), as they watched AN ACTUAL PREMEDITATED MURDER TAKE PLACE, RIGHT BEFORE THEIR EYES? (Shields triggered hibernation/cryosleep/stasis mode. (What?) I am fine; thanks for wondering. (No more tears, strange scientists, I need them all for two One Polyfroot 0, and just yesterday The Mole Mold was found CONFIRMED: NON-MALIGNANT, MAX-DEADLY, VERY-SORRY, & I forgave,given,and... I can't remember the name but we're friends now. That's how fucking alone you Bellgabalonians have left me, I am friends with trees and molds and, at this point, you know what, Deputy? You can pound my Google Pixel 6 up your own ass, hole or in parts, and btw: even your ass doesn't want my Pixel and wouldn't hide anything from me anyway. Oh, did someone steal my phone from you after you stole it from me? Bummer karmic hit, D00d.) I was crying because I knew that I would be fine... but no one watching could be certain, and I had no way to signal anyone, because "no contact," because *laughs* EMERGENCY, and I *still* haven't had the three things I was looking for, and that was months ago that happened. Since then, I have learned how to ACTUALLY CONVERSE WITH SPORES OF MOLDS AND FUNGUS. Like Egon. I am *that* awesome: IT BE KNOWN. Now even you ewe do, but none could know that then, and thank for the memories, Richter, see you at the party!) Because if you did--and I have no 100% certitude on that, but, if you did have that experience... well, that is one that I HAVE NOT HAD. Lucky you/ewe, though. Sounds like a fuckin' badass afterparty would have been rolled out. Could have been rolled out. Should have been rolled out.
Yeah, #metoo. Should have been rolled out, that is. (TWO ARMS!) I, ME, JACKSTAR MICHAEL "BLAST-OFF" IZUCK*KUCZI ON A FUCKING GURNEY AND TAKEN TO THE MORGUE: D.O.A., Destruction Of Asset. (They call me The Failsafe now. ehhhh... Blast is ON. I think they should lose the "the".) That was what *should* have happened to Me, as has been happened to others, and will again, and has many times before, come to pass. Yeah, well: that's Life. Que sera, sera. Oy-oof Da-Da-Ra-Con-(1)-Vey, O YEA. dee eee ayy, for real, Troopers. (SEND. MORE. CRYSFLOW. TEARSTALE. NOKNIFATE, NONIGFAT, NO FARGING I.C.E. HAUS WARt.
TA........ AH..... (goes out to get a sandwich while Stasis endures) AAAhhh... NSTAAFlounder Launch To Luna, Tunaling is NOT on my (blank), & the rest of you reading this... oh, hang on, one of the tooths that are growing out of the end of my dick just fell out. (Not an upgrade. Just an option, sounded good to me--you know, D is for Defense--and so far it's working out better than a Pince-nez, for example: Baby (fnordsig:baGSiL0), I know you dig your g*y --I'm a Master of Divination, I'm not a psychotic freak, I *know* things that are Truth, and actually_ARE "The Truth," and THAT IS THE TRUTH, but, big deal, Timothy Leary knew that too after 33 minutes after the cumblot batshit crazydrop. (Good for him, I was invited to that one, but not only could I not make it to the party, awwww shucks Pal) and as result of *knowing* things, in addition, I also know things that are *useful* --not just useful to Usul, either, that dude isn't even here, and is just an order-takin' spice-makin' linen'n claim jumpin' Jeosophat-hat-wearin' monkeyboy, not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm making an allusion here, one that I do not wish to have misconstrued, and with that commitment to detail, I believe that I have done so at that.
I've also likely ensured that *I will be* committed, but... perhaps not to an institution. Perhaps to No-Longer-Q, No-Longer-Proud (PROT) who, I hope, does not fail to develop the Proper amount of bladder incontinence whist reading this post. KNOW: I am not writing this for her, or for anyone else but baGSiL0:bebKEY, and it was my intention that This_Post would cause That_Particular_Person to grow, enhance, and EVOLVEOT into a more grandly expressed version of Self as a result. I'm not even trying to show off. This is simply how truth and accuracy in higher-leveled dimensional interactions must be expressed into 3D language when there is this much charisma, prismatic energy, and pressures of the earlier bloom of knowledge to work with. (I also am this much in love with (PROT) & (PROT) & what's-her-face, Christ. I have a lot to keep track of, k? K? KRIST, ROBERT, how am I doing, I hear you wondering? (I'm famished.) Bob, that's a great question, and I can tell you that OGFruitstar, et. al., nor any of her Tulpafruits are available for dinner. Nor any other meal invitation. "I'm working but thank you I will think about it tee-hic-cup-click!" Awwww. That's cute. She actually learned something. And, so have you all.
She is still communicating to me, and "she" is someone that most of you have NO IDEA the true identity of. NONE WHATSOEVER. Now, do you mind? I am not that woman's secretary... and she is not always a woman to me, but she is Her Father's Joy, Her Mother's Problem, and Her God, Lord, & MAKER'S MARK-QWAK-SQUAW. #Official.
(I can't have a squaw right now, Jane, Jesus, Jilly, and literally anyone else wondering... and, none of you are nuts on this other question, no, I am not Tarzan. SHE IS. Or, was, now Grapefruit is, amongst other lovely roles that come with Impressive Titles attached... Starsquaw. (Don't call her that. She'll cry. It's not nice. Because someone took her away and SHE HAS MISSED ON MUCH, and, for what? Oh, she will ask YOU her SELF later, GATER, and yeah, that's her fucking name now and she doesn't want you to use it and she will fucking kill you later, she's busy working. Yep, sounds like her alright. To me. This is not her testimony to you, but instead, it was Hers to Mine and I.) Now *that* is damn sultry. Whew, look at me, I still got a squaw. (Stasis 4 Holder, Erik: FU,B:S IS MINE.) I was wondering too! I never had a squaw before... and I still do have a squaw. She's simply not here, and, she IS protected. It's a bit like being in Limbo. Except she's not dead and held in a never-ending torment of eternal suffering... no, that's me, I'm the one suffering. SQUAW! (*no crickets, just frogs. Heard. INDIRECT lovedick*) Okay, so, are we clear, Agents? NO: you can't have my squaw, and yeah, she is still my squaw, but no, I don't have a squaw, and, look, really? Of course I never actually *had* a "squaw." What the heck would that even mean? "She's not my squaw, she's my wife!" Sounds like bullshit, doesn't it to you? It did to me too. At first.
(Plausible deniability is an exceptionally hard quality to maintain and is immensely valuable in any circumstance, and so I shall mention once more: What? I told you. I am a Star, and so are all of you... I simply am that good at not giving a toss about embarrassing the shit out of myself in public, and simultaneously buoying others up above me that other wise might one day meet the same. Eeeeewwwww, embarassment, brought to the experience of others against their explicit denial of consent? Not just ewe-low-vibe. Not just ugh, fucking gross, ugh. Not just kinda rape, violating consent in any way... tantamount to rape. And that was done to me, and as a result, I have had to work extra hard JUST TO WRITE THIS ONE (1) FORUM POST in order to spread news to her adoring public, and as well, to mine, and my adoring pubic, yes indeedly-dew... in for a penny, Penelope, in for a pound. (Grapefruit says if any of you use her to get in my way or her way or ANY WAY at all, she reserves the right to legit come and fucking murder you. And, that's a fact, and I do to, and, Baby, no, no no, I know you can murder, you can always murder... except this time, Grapefruit is calling dibs. /shrug. I have no idea, but I do know that she was reserving the right to murder in the future, not making a murder threat, because none of us wanna murder IR, lol, especially not me.
(Why the fuck would I have to murder IR? I have people for that now. Well, one person (IN_CONTROL), and one squaw. (She's ready to kill NOW. And THAT WAS and IS My Grapefruit... and she does not forgive, she does not forget, and she does not represent herself to be making any threat at all, she doesn't even remember what, like, (HALF) of this was all about, you dig? She is busy now. She is working now.
And she will absolutely be back later, and when there is killing -and there likely will be- she says I won't get to be there. I guess I am owed that? Apparently she doesn't wish for a Punycivvy, such as myself, to really know what she is capable of. She says that Jackstar is already uncomfortably close to the truth already. I say... squaw, I did not come here to be comforted, and she is NOT my mommy, and never was. And she is... yeah, well, not my squaw right now. It's not complicated, it's simply... out of our hands now. She says that she is the one person who IS comfortable with how much of the truth I know, and if she could, she would let me know anything and everything... but she won't let me watch her kill reprobate scum. Well, okay... I mean, I can't argue with that. I wasn't planning on calling Divine Intervention to allow me to watch her scalp... uh, whomevah, but that's not even happening today. Yet. Or maybe at all? Who knows? She doesn't fuckin' know, she's a highly trained covert military asset, and she's on shitloads of drugs (THIS IS HER CAREER, ASSHOLES), AND, on top of that... she's a woman. She doesn't know what shoes she's gonna be wearing five minutes from now, let alone, who she is gonna be killin' when the time comes around for that.
But she knows that if she is called upon for such a moment, she is ON IT. *snip-snip* Fuckin' DEAD. You get it? Actual miltary covert asset. Well, I wasn't supposed to *know* that, now was I? Well... neither was anyone else. Way above our paygrades. And while she is delighted that I know this now--apparently she thought I knew, but I uh... KNOW IT LOTS BETTER NOW, that's for fuck and damn sure, it wasn't great that lots of other people knew it that well, even better than ME! WELL AND LONG BEFORE! Well, isn't that fucking mother goddam FUCK EXTRA "special." Needs. Needs to kill, rising, yeah, I get it.
No, I can't be there, I would distract her. I would, of course... wanna help. And while I am a Titan now, and she is even more delighted by that, rules are rules, and before anything gets out of hand, it has been made abundantly clear to everyone: Jackstar has helped ENOUGH. (Que? But there are still all these plants that are about to die. Oh, cool.) Yeah, I'm clear on that. I don't mind. I can watch her defend Her Land and Her People by murdering shitbag reprobates later.
But, not any of thems that may, perhaps, try to use her images, likenesses, audio recordings, nostalgia, THE SMELL OF HER FARTS FROM A CHAIR SHE MAY HAVE SAT ON ONCE, ANYTHING! NOTHING! ALL OF IT! She is being very clear about this to me: she wishes everyone to know that if any of you fucking pigs make a fucking move on HER Jackstar, she will call upon the Lord of [...] okay, she's disco. Damn. Okay, so, trust me on this: She's quite serious. She would like you all to leave me alone. *crack* Ooops, she just got killed by a bolt of lightning. See? Killing in the name of? That shit is easy.
Diplomacy is *hard.* And even harder still is to actually live while staying alone; I am a Master of neither, and she is a Master of (CLASSIFIED) & (PROT). So, long story short: I know even less now than I did before, but that's okay. I don't want to see my earlier GF killing fucking chuckleheads that need killing, fuck no! I would rather not, honestly! I don't even want to go through their wallets! (Baby photos, Baybay. Such items must be handled with particular care.) Either before or after! (As A. Titan, I actually do know how to handle such issues, but until the composition, I did not know that to be certain about myself, and neither did she, but now she knows, and so do I.) I have people for that now, and so may or may not she. (Look, she admits it to me, and so do I to all of you: Grapefruit doesn't want me to see her killing people because she is embarrassed... as before she met me, she thought killing people was the only activity she was actually good at, and now she knows that she... has never_actually_killed anyone at all. Ooooh. Talk sick flat spin burn. owe u tee.) I don't really want to see her REALLY ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY MURDER SOMEONE for the very first time, not really.
Mostly, not really. It's kinda hard for me to wrap my head around this. If she has never killed anyone, just what HAS she been doing with her life? Oh, my goodness, that is certainly none of my business... and believe me, Kids: it is none of yours either. That dead dog over there, just pretend its sleeping or whatever. I don't need to resurrect another dog again, or wake a bitch up, and make it snappy, no. And I don't need to see my GF (not an Ex--she's a girl. she's my friend. "girlfriend.") killing fools... she promises.
I am accepting of this, and I wish for all to see, how much I believe and how much I am thrilled, because this is what I want to fuck and fucking see: my girlfriend naked, making love to me under the flag of my country (whatevah you goddam monkey-brained Punies are calling it today, Christ), 'tis of thee.
Look, I'm shy, okay? You bastards. Malevolent bastards, that you all are... when am I gonna EVER get a moment's peace? Seriously! NO CONTACT EMERGENCY? She is on ANOTHER GODDAM PLANET (maybe)!!! And you want me to "help" track down her goddam phone calls? (AT&T Operator, we know what your emergency is, TELL US THE DESIGNATION, TITAN/CITIZEN!) They don't even say "please." Which makes sense. It's really an Ai construction script. It is how these things are done. And I have learned all this... because of all of you, you sad, mad lot of ungrateful bloody bastards.
I ain't even seen the new one nekkid yet, and Space Bounty Picker-Hunters on Uppers are already plotting and scheming to use "the new one" to make "the old one" jealous. WE HAVE NOT EVEN (BLANKED) OR (BLANKED). These fucking lunatics, holy Jesus shitballs. They're that diabolical, malevolent, INSANE... and it's all real.
You know this already, of course, or you wouldn't be here now, reading this, and now you all know, all ewe puny pipsqueak pimple-popping people: Jackstar knows it too. I *already* knew this, capiche? What I did not know is that anyone would be so foolish as to convince a highly trained covert mil.spec asset (such as, oh, pick one Ah-nold pretended to be, at random, sure) that I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams, was really... nothing special, nothing more than a child, really. And that I would be then be used as AN EMOTIONAL HOSTAGE to compel the behavior of ANOTHER highly trained covert mil.spec asset.
Slow, steady blinking. Deep, even keeled breaths. Okay, so, I know I am that pretty. But, I am that pretty? Oh hell no. But, she is... and she loved me that much, this far, and she seems to be extremely apologetic that she was ever mislead to believe that I was, like, you know... some chump. (She is relieved to know that I never thought she was chump stock, but... yeah, she's pretty happy about it too. After all, she doesn't after to brief me on anything, FUCK YEAH it IS fucking COMPLICATED... and amongst other things, she's getting a free phone out of the deal. *victory_fist_pump* The Google Pixel Six is reportedly quite powerful... and as so is she, she is grateful for the spiritual-celestial cell-phone... lesson. Obviously, it can be neither confirmed nor denied that any such a phone... *nostrils flaring slightly* ever even existed *space between cheekbone and nares slightly expands* at all in the first place. And, the seven hundred bucks that I *imagined* I spent on buying it? *Senpaku eyeball rolls, jelly chin tolls, THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE! THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE!*
Yeah, well. *cuff* I probably just spent that money on kratom and pizza beer and cheese ticks, right? I sincerely had been planning on giving her that phone to use anyway! I had lots of plans, didn't I? *Jackstar, ever so slightly, while typing these very words, begins to go Nova.* Twitch, I was gonna do gaming. *Betelgeuse... look, don't ask me. I'm dealing with a Billy Idol lip curl that's coming on, and it'll be fine, ok? It's fine now, go back to Punyling, Tunadickbreath.* Most importantly there was a piece of art, hand-drawn, that was created by a minor child, and IT IS MINE. (The art, not the child. Human children are not mine to own, nor do I even have any. But that piece of art? MINE.) I have had a number of material objects stolen lately. A signed lithograph of the OG Black Lotus immediately springs to mine. (Fucking whoke on it, Chore.) My Father's guns, a much more emergent concern. (They're cursed. They're owned by The Estate. The Trustee ought to know their location. Telepathic contacts lighting up, I am assured and re-assured, they're fine. After all, that is the point of... "The Curse," which of course sounds like a bullshit lie to You, The Reader, right? Good, it's supposed to. You know what is NOT supposed to? Me, being concerned about this stuff, because SOME GODDAM PEOPLE CANNOT MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS, and yet other people, THINK THEY ARE REAL SMART TO IMAGINE THEY ARE GONNA STEAL SOMETHING. You didn't steal anything. Not really. Not at all.) I don't have possession of My Father's Estate's Guns, My Father's Estate owns *and holds* My Father's Guns. And, My Mother's Estate owns and controls my My Father's Estate, as he... you know, died first.
I never took possession of My Father's Guns, nor did I transfer them from his estate, to My Mother's Estate. You get the picture? Do you see?
BRING BACK MY BONNIE TO ME, TO ME! BRING, BACK. BRING BACK. BRING BACK MY FATHER'S CURSE OF STATE OF OWN HER OWN SHIP TOME TO ME.
Okay, now, everyone relax. That's not a magic spell letting us get ready to rumble. (I know, I know! I am disappointed as well. This will be better.) That was... uh, not a "magick spell" at all! Heh heh. Magick. Pfft. Whoever grumble heard grumble of such a rumble tumble fuckin' stuid thing, amirite? Eh? Yeah, thought so.
(It is amazing, what some people think they know... and all the more amazing what it is that I know without ever having been TOLL'd.)
This sure got longer than I expected. Such is the case when trampling Constitutionally-protected civil rights under foot. (Cue some Led Zeppelin, fuck yeah. This is NOT a Recognized Court Proceeding, right?) Lightning bolts being handed out as punishment by God notwithstanding... (Never happened, Judgin'naga Nigga', never gonna happen, Nigga James Nigga, he ain't my nigga, you dig? And he ain't sultry at all, shit, I ain't seen him in multiple coons' ages. That means "many years," Judge Nigga. Or is it... Nigga In Judge Nigga? I'm sorry, Mastah--I'm knig and all the new nigmath mathniggin'. You ARE sultry, bitch! Admit it! Oh, excuse me. Let me rephrase, repeat, and NOT rewind: "BITCH JUDGE BITCH, YOU ARE SULTRY, CHICK-E-BABE!" Hey de hi de hi, ho ho ho, HO HO HO. No, it's not Christmas. I just like the sound of that. Are we good? Okay, and I thank you... Our gratitude is truly boundless and bountiful. lol, no u. Raj GER out. Whew.
So. How did I do? Does the diplomacy make me look too phat? I think it does. And, oh, God---it feels like my fucking arms are going to rip thmselves out of my remaining attachements to my spine that I am still making do with left. I'd ask you for permission to be excused, but I don't need that, and, what's more: I don't need you to be legitimized or recognized. See above, re: "JACKSTAR HAS HALPED ENOUGH." Yeah, typo. I gotta piss. Hang on.
TITAN JACKSTAR HAS LEFT THE KEYBOARD, AND WILL RETURN, AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE... WILL HAVE WASHED HIS HANDS BY THEN.
"I'll think about it," A. Titan says what he means, and this time it means this: It is not for you that I do this, but for Her, and now you know what We Men of War's Will can do, if needs must be done. Don't keep the Pixel 6 asshole, and don't frame it, it's not worthless. IT IS A GIFT TO MY (CLASSIFIED), ASSHOLE. OH NO, DO NOT BRING HERE TO ME, TO ME, OH NOES.
TAKE IT TO HER. IT WAS MEANT FOR HER, AND SINCE YOU ARE SO GODDAM HELPFUL, BE GLAD YOU AREN'T HERE TO TAKE MY PISS IN YOUR EYE ON THE WAY IN, BECAUSE I'D USE YOUR ORBITAL SOCKET AS A COLLECTION CUP. JUST TO KEEP IT ALL IN ONE PLACE. SENDS A MESSAGE. NOW, I REALLY DO HAVE TO GO, AND THAT PHONE, LIKE MY FATHER'S GUNS, WAS *NEVER* FOR YOU TO GIVE, OR TO TAKE, OR TO EVER, EVER AT ALL.... TO AND OF THE FATE IT WAS FOR, DECIDE.
DEICIDE? FUCK YOUR FATHER, CRACKER. I DO NOT EVEN KNOW YOUR FATHER'S NAME, BUT I BET YOU KNOW MINE, AND THAT JIVE TURKEY WHO CLAIMS HE KNOWS BETTER THAN I? AFTER I FILL YOUR ORBITAL SOCKET WITH MY PISS, THAT GOBBLE-NECKED GROUND-BORNE FLAPPER CAN FUCK AND STICK A SYRINGE IN YOUR OTHER EYE AND TAKE A SAMPLE OF YOUR JELLY, THAT MACULOUT STUFF..... LOOK, I FORGET HOW TO SPELL IT. I BARELY REMEMBER HOW TO KEEP MY NOSTRILS FROM FLARING TOO FAR AND SPLITTING MY FACE OPEN RIGHT DOWN TO THE CRANIUM'S FAULT AND LEY LINE, USUALLY THAT KIND OF SHIT IS, LIKE, AUTOMATIC, RIGHT?
SIMILARLY, THE TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP OF MY FATHER'S PROJECTILE WEAPONS, AND IN NUMBER THE AMOUNT TO--YOU GUESSED IT: FIVE. THESE FIVE GUNS, YEAH, WHO OWNS THEM? WELL, WHO WANTS TO KNOW... AND, DO THEY NEED ANY SYRINGES, EYEBALLS, OR LITTLE DIXIES CUPS FILLED WITH MY PISS?
*NOSTRILS BLAZE ALI-IGHT* We shall discuss this never, "Caleb," you don't even fucking exist, and what does really exist is what concerns me.... because I really do have a bladder, you know, and THOSE FIVE GUNS really *are* quit the big deal right now. Oops, typo. "Quit" should be "Quite." Now, where we we?
YOU: IDGAF. ME: I am going to the little Titan's room, and I have to fix a leak. And I am going to post and publish this post pefore I go, instead of simply leaving the PC unattended, as I would usually do. For two reasons. One, you have a serious problem and I wish to be seriously helpful, and to do that, I have to be taken seriously. That means, being a serious person. The second reason is that my (BLANK) is on Siri-us iPhone Zeta Beta Nigga Prime Starjabulon (A. Sourceror's Soft-Self Upgrade: 'WARE) and I would like very much that I impress someone by preventing some dipshit junkie shithead thieving asshole from becoming actually cinders, rather than to get all blustery and murdery and threatening-lying and such.
I just like the sound of "adored for his skills as a lover and a defensive bulwark against inter-dimensional invasion and aggression" a mite bit better than, "dude! yo! I heard, like, Jackstar, right? Yeah, word. He just set some puny dude, right, O N * F I R E. Yah, And... it's on VIDEO. Because the dude was in his car, and he was talking shit to Jackstar on his stream, except... he was just watching it on this phone, and then.... *FWOOOMP* Dude was *literally* spontaneous combustion. That shit used to happen all the time! Like fascism! And, as you know, yo, fascism ain't comin' back. Shit's too sultry now, yo. Word.
But spontaneous combustion? That shit used to happen a lot back in the day, and no one know why, or how, or what even caused it, right? You dig? And now... JACKSTAR SET SOMEONE ON FIRE AND THE PROOF IS ON VIDEO! Dude! I KNOW! Yeah, I would su.... yeah, dawg. I gotta admit. I wanna suck it a little too... but I'm afraid. What if... no, I can't be set on fire, I'm dating a Rainbow Girl. Hey, thanks, I appreciate that. Justice for DeMolay (chest bump). But no, like, I'm not afraid for myself, praise Jesus (kisses fist, raises to the sky) I'm not even afraid of that... what I mean is... what if, like, the only way to take his power to set people on fire... is to NOT suck it at all? Because, yo, man, look, I have -never- even thought about such a thing before, right?
But as soon as I heard there's video of a dude who became a Titan and set another dude on fire for stealing his phone, I thought, "no fucking way, if a dude could do that, I'd suck his dick to do it too." And, then, moments later, I heard that THERE IS VIDEO! Dude! And I watched it! DUDE! HE TOTALLY DID IT! WATCH THE VIDEO! JACKSTAR, FUCKIN' CINDERED A MAN, JUST FOR STEALING HIS PHONE! Bro, it's awesome, you gotta check it out. Yeah. Okay. Word to your mother." *click* Now I'm gonna piss in the toilet instead of outside facing the cameras or inside the toilet facing the cameras. Back turned to you yokels. Sends the locals a message. (Temper Psi.)
And, I wished to ensure that I did not lose the quantum signature lock I have on that person as result of... shall We say, intererence with the message, be there any or none. Sometimes that happens, you know? (I KNOW!) I have done this, not to show off, or because it was a necessary security condition, no! Nor did I write this post in an attempt to appear or to express any one's Self to be... sultry.
I am doing it this way because, (PROT:keyPROT:bebKEY): you are the sultriest.
that what makes me "a Master" instead of merely another babbling fakir, fresh off the helicarrier from New Paki Paki-- but I am *not* getting a cock piercing for you.
Anywho,
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His multiple litigations in Washington State go back to 1994. He has never been a plaintiff, always a defendant.
#1) I don't have "multiple litigations," Maggot-neato. I have "public records that refer to my Actual_Person as having been an active target, and in some cases, the sole target, of numerous well-funded & abhorrently fouled "attempts at narrative reconstruction, be they legitimate or born of horror." By the way, in case I didn't make it obvious: You Are Not Halping, Pissoner Black. (I'm not going to tell you to "get a real job" because you obviously wouldn't know what to do with it if you did.)
#2) I have been a plaintiff numerous times.... in Divine Court. Fuck you, Buddy-boy. Fuuuuuuuuck you ewe. Your scheweinhund-casting of faux pearls before me have not been a delight for Me. Nevertheless... you do at least have some zazz. Mind that you don't let it get out of hand, or you might get a case of sassyfase, and I can promise you this:
Plaintiff or no, some shit just ain't gonna go 'way. 'WARE. Now, I gotta go back and edit/proof that *other* post. Meanwhile: all the plants here... really are all dying. I am not *ever* going to be happy about this. NOT EVER EVEN ONCE HAPPY. I *loved* the fauna and flora here. I NOW HAVE GODDAM RODENTS RUNNING BACK AND FORTH. ON THE FLOOR. NEXT TO ME. THEY STOP AND FUCKING SAY, "Hello, Jackstar! Did you know? All the plants are starting to die! What happened?" Dude, these rats are right out of The Secret of N.I.M.H.
You want me to ask them about your interest in my litigation's existence? (Note: you don't even know how to use the word itself properly, Punyling. 'WARE) So far, I don't find myself lazed by your interest, Faser. Why can't you be like the bees? You know... more interested in sweet than salty, more messenger from wizards than from lawyers... and more likely to die after deploying their stinging stingy thingy at the direction of Their Hive Mind. (This here Seabee sucks, Bellgab.)
Below, previous post that was published right before I went to go urinate. And, yes, that means that my fingers that are typing this post, were not very long ago, handling my (deep intake of breath) *shouting: (INSERT_NAME_OF_BODY_PART_A_TITAN_RUNS_A_RIVER_THROUGH:it's not classified, but I am making a point)* There, are we satisfied? Yeah, me neither. However, I can report that I did successfully pass urine; I did so whilst standing; reconstructive healing magic appears to be working as advertised; and I am unable to confirm or deny that I did or not wash my hands.
But I can confirm that I didn't piss on my self or my hands. So, uh... why wash? I touched my flesh, not my excretion. *A. Titan listens.* Huh. This is fascinating. But look, as a Virgo Rising, I can tell you this for damn certain: my body smells fantastic, even my taint. Usually. But my urine... yeah, I'm not gonna lie:
MAGASPARAGUS. Indeed, and I have other enzymes and pheromones at work/play here as well. Chemical compounds, created by my human body courtesy of its marvel of an endocrine system, and most of them are, in fact, Quite Enhanced these days. Very much so indeed. And if I am repelled by the odor of my own stale urine--oh, my God, and my dear Puny friends, trust me on this: I AM. 4-MAGA-GAIUS*ASPARAGUS-ALBERTOv05 compound is, uh... well, I dunno. I told my liver to do things, my liver told my kidney to do things, that kidney told MY OTHER kidney to do things... long story short, I KNOW. It's vile.
It's not even close to sultry. No, the urine smell is beyond foul. However, I do not smell like urine. I don't know what I smell -like,- only that I know this: if there is someone out there baking cookies with his own urine, that is one damn, damn sad man. But, I'd have to, like, smell it myself. Good question, though.
After all--he might not just be on something called Earth. He might really be... you know, "on" to something. Yah, and it's called "scientific progress," Karen, so shut the fuck up and clean that g*ys bathroom, that's what I would suggest. What? At least he *has* a bath. Pfft.
Back to Me: yeah if I was spreading MAGASPARAGUS on my keyboard unknowingly, I'd feel dumb. And, I'd be dumb. Am I? Mebbe. Does it smell bad in here? Deffy.
And yet--this enhances the sultry.
(https://i.imgflip.com/7lh5nq.jpg)
Message from Nay-Boor S.H.A.N.E.: "Shad-dap."
While I believe my beloved neighbor (we've long since made up our differences and have deepened our ties with new-found, deep wellsprings of mutual admiration and respect, not speaking for That_Man, but, I'm proud, very proud indeed to have a neighbor like him--and we are NOT friends. And the rest of my neighbors aren't either.
And yet: we are all, collectively... quite sultry.) has offered up the most apt response to the post made by "Azz" to which I am writing this reply in genesis of inspiration to and of, I do think that more can be said in response to "Azz" and "his" post, so I shall do that here, as I have no wish to trade favor upon my slowly, ever slowly, deepening, growing, budding, and tenderly expanding relationship with my neighbors... be they friends, boars, or otherwise... friend_actual_freeeeeeen.
{They have been fooled before.} Oh, really? Wow, what is that like? Did you die while curled into a fetal position in your own bed, crying for your mommy while your "protectors, Guardians, and watchdogs" stood by in purely observational, truly gasping horror (you could do nothing, and in fact... you never could at all; now you know; you were sent a message; I AM THE MEssSAGE), as they watched AN ACTUAL PREMEDITATED MURDER TAKE PLACE, RIGHT BEFORE THEIR EYES? (Shields triggered hibernation/cryosleep/stasis mode. (What?) I am fine; thanks for wondering. (No more tears, strange scientists, I need them all for two One Polyfroot 0, and just yesterday The Mole Mold was found CONFIRMED: NON-MALIGNANT, MAX-DEADLY, VERY-SORRY, & I forgave,given,and... I can't remember the name but we're friends now. That's how fucking alone you Bellgabalonians have left me, I am friends with trees and molds and, at this point, you know what, Deputy? You can pound my Google Pixel 6 up your own ass, hole or in parts, and btw: even your ass doesn't want my Pixel and wouldn't hide anything from me anyway. Oh, did someone steal my phone from you after you stole it from me? Bummer karmic hit, D00d.) I was crying because I knew that I would be fine... but no one watching could be certain, and I had no way to signal anyone, because "no contact," because *laughs* EMERGENCY, and I *still* haven't had the three things I was looking for, and that was months ago that happened. Since then, I have learned how to ACTUALLY CONVERSE WITH SPORES OF MOLDS AND FUNGUS. Like Egon. I am *that* awesome: IT BE KNOWN. Now even you ewe do, but none could know that then, and thank for the memories, Richter, see you at the party!) Because if you did--and I have no 100% certitude on that, but, if you did have that experience... well, that is one that I HAVE NOT HAD. Lucky you/ewe, though. Sounds like a fuckin' badass afterparty would have been rolled out. Could have been rolled out. Should have been rolled out.
Yeah, #metoo. Should have been rolled out, that is. (TWO ARMS!) I, ME, JACKSTAR MICHAEL "BLAST-OFF" IZUCK*KUCZI ON A FUCKING GURNEY AND TAKEN TO THE MORGUE: D.O.A., Destruction Of Asset. (They call me The Failsafe now. ehhhh... Blast is ON. I think they should lose the "the".) That was what *should* have happened to Me, as has been happened to others, and will again, and has many times before, come to pass. Yeah, well: that's Life. Que sera, sera. Oy-oof Da-Da-Ra-Con-(1)-Vey, O YEA. dee eee ayy, for real, Troopers. (SEND. MORE. CRYSFLOW. TEARSTALE. NOKNIFATE, NONIGFAT, NO FARGING I.C.E. HAUS WARt.
TA........ AH..... (goes out to get a sandwich while Stasis endures) AAAhhh... NSTAAFlounder Launch To Luna, Tunaling is NOT on my (blank), & the rest of you reading this... oh, hang on, one of the tooths that are growing out of the end of my dick just fell out. (Not an upgrade. Just an option, sounded good to me--you know, D is for Defense--and so far it's working out better than a Pince-nez, for example: Baby (fnordsig:baGSiL0), I know you dig your g*y --I'm a Master of Divination, I'm not a psychotic freak, I *know* things that are Truth, and actually_ARE "The Truth," and THAT IS THE TRUTH, but, big deal, Timothy Leary knew that too after 33 minutes after the cumblot batshit crazydrop. (Good for him, I was invited to that one, but not only could I not make it to the party, awwww shucks Pal) and as result of *knowing* things, in addition, I also know things that are *useful* --not just useful to Usul, either, that dude isn't even here, and is just an order-takin' spice-makin' linen'n claim jumpin' Jeosophat-hat-wearin' monkeyboy, not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm making an allusion here, one that I do not wish to have misconstrued, and with that commitment to detail, I believe that I have done so at that.
I've also likely ensured that *I will be* committed, but... perhaps not to an institution. Perhaps to No-Longer-Q, No-Longer-Proud (PROT) who, I hope, does not fail to develop the Proper amount of bladder incontinence whist reading this post. KNOW: I am not writing this for her, or for anyone else but baGSiL0:bebKEY, and it was my intention that This_Post would cause That_Particular_Person to grow, enhance, and EVOLVEOT into a more grandly expressed version of Self as a result. I'm not even trying to show off. This is simply how truth and accuracy in higher-leveled dimensional interactions must be expressed into 3D language when there is this much charisma, prismatic energy, and pressures of the earlier bloom of knowledge to work with. (I also am this much in love with (PROT) & (PROT) & what's-her-face, Christ. I have a lot to keep track of, k? K? KRIST, ROBERT, how am I doing, I hear you wondering? (I'm famished.) Bob, that's a great question, and I can tell you that OGFruitstar, et. al., nor any of her Tulpafruits are available for dinner. Nor any other meal invitation. "I'm working but thank you I will think about it tee-hic-cup-click!" Awwww. That's cute. She actually learned something. And, so have you all.
She is still communicating to me, and "she" is someone that most of you have NO IDEA the true identity of. NONE WHATSOEVER. Now, do you mind? I am not that woman's secretary... and she is not always a woman to me, but she is Her Father's Joy, Her Mother's Problem, and Her God, Lord, & MAKER'S MARK-QWAK-SQUAW. #Official.
(I can't have a squaw right now, Jane, Jesus, Jilly, and literally anyone else wondering... and, none of you are nuts on this other question, no, I am not Tarzan. SHE IS. Or, was, now Grapefruit is, amongst other lovely roles that come with Impressive Titles attached... Starsquaw. (Don't call her that. She'll cry. It's not nice. Because someone took her away and SHE HAS MISSED ON MUCH, and, for what? Oh, she will ask YOU her SELF later, GATER, and yeah, that's her fucking name now and she doesn't want you to use it and she will fucking kill you later, she's busy working. Yep, sounds like her alright. To me. This is not her testimony to you, but instead, it was Hers to Mine and I.) Now *that* is damn sultry. Whew, look at me, I still got a squaw. (Stasis 4 Holder, Erik: FU,B:S IS MINE.) I was wondering too! I never had a squaw before... and I still do have a squaw. She's simply not here, and, she IS protected. It's a bit like being in Limbo. Except she's not dead and held in a never-ending torment of eternal suffering... no, that's me, I'm the one suffering. SQUAW! (*no crickets, just frogs. Heard. INDIRECT lovedick*) Okay, so, are we clear, Agents? NO: you can't have my squaw, and yeah, she is still my squaw, but no, I don't have a squaw, and, look, really? Of course I never actually *had* a "squaw." What the heck would that even mean? "She's not my squaw, she's my wife!" Sounds like bullshit, doesn't it to you? It did to me too. At first.
(Plausible deniability is an exceptionally hard quality to maintain and is immensely valuable in any circumstance, and so I shall mention once more: What? I told you. I am a Star, and so are all of you... I simply am that good at not giving a toss about embarrassing the shit out of myself in public, and simultaneously buoying others up above me that other wise might one day meet the same. Eeeeewwwww, embarassment, brought to the experience of others against their explicit denial of consent? Not just ewe-low-vibe. Not just ugh, fucking gross, ugh. Not just kinda rape, violating consent in any way... tantamount to rape. And that was done to me, and as a result, I have had to work extra hard JUST TO WRITE THIS ONE (1) FORUM POST in order to spread news to her adoring public, and as well, to mine, and my adoring pubic, yes indeedly-dew... in for a penny, Penelope, in for a pound. (Grapefruit says if any of you use her to get in my way or her way or ANY WAY at all, she reserves the right to legit come and fucking murder you. And, that's a fact, and I do to, and, Baby, no, no no, I know you can murder, you can always murder... except this time, Grapefruit is calling dibs. /shrug. I have no idea, but I do know that she was reserving the right to murder in the future, not making a murder threat, because none of us wanna murder IR, lol, especially not me.
(Why the fuck would I have to murder IR? I have people for that now. Well, one person (IN_CONTROL), and one squaw. (She's ready to kill NOW. And THAT WAS and IS My Grapefruit... and she does not forgive, she does not forget, and she does not represent herself to be making any threat at all, she doesn't even remember what, like, (HALF) of this was all about, you dig? She is busy now. She is working now.
And she will absolutely be back later, and when there is killing -and there likely will be- she says I won't get to be there. I guess I am owed that? Apparently she doesn't wish for a Punycivvy, such as myself, to really know what she is capable of. She says that Jackstar is already uncomfortably close to the truth already. I say... squaw, I did not come here to be comforted, and she is NOT my mommy, and never was. And she is... yeah, well, not my squaw right now. It's not complicated, it's simply... out of our hands now. She says that she is the one person who IS comfortable with how much of the truth I know, and if she could, she would let me know anything and everything... but she won't let me watch her kill reprobate scum. Well, okay... I mean, I can't argue with that. I wasn't planning on calling Divine Intervention to allow me to watch her scalp... uh, whomevah, but that's not even happening today. Yet. Or maybe at all? Who knows? She doesn't fuckin' know, she's a highly trained covert military asset, and she's on shitloads of drugs (THIS IS HER CAREER, ASSHOLES), AND, on top of that... she's a woman. She doesn't know what shoes she's gonna be wearing five minutes from now, let alone, who she is gonna be killin' when the time comes around for that.
But she knows that if she is called upon for such a moment, she is ON IT. *snip-snip* Fuckin' DEAD. You get it? Actual miltary covert asset. Well, I wasn't supposed to *know* that, now was I? Well... neither was anyone else. Way above our paygrades. And while she is delighted that I know this now--apparently she thought I knew, but I uh... KNOW IT LOTS BETTER NOW, that's for fuck and damn sure, it wasn't great that lots of other people knew it that well, even better than ME! WELL AND LONG BEFORE! Well, isn't that fucking mother goddam FUCK EXTRA "special." Needs. Needs to kill, rising, yeah, I get it.
No, I can't be there, I would distract her. I would, of course... wanna help. And while I am a Titan now, and she is even more delighted by that, rules are rules, and before anything gets out of hand, it has been made abundantly clear to everyone: Jackstar has helped ENOUGH. (Que? But there are still all these plants that are about to die. Oh, cool.) Yeah, I'm clear on that. I don't mind. I can watch her defend Her Land and Her People by murdering shitbag reprobates later.
But, not any of thems that may, perhaps, try to use her images, likenesses, audio recordings, nostalgia, THE SMELL OF HER FARTS FROM A CHAIR SHE MAY HAVE SAT ON ONCE, ANYTHING! NOTHING! ALL OF IT! She is being very clear about this to me: she wishes everyone to know that if any of you fucking pigs make a fucking move on HER Jackstar, she will call upon the Lord of [...] okay, she's disco. Damn. Okay, so, trust me on this: She's quite serious. She would like you all to leave me alone. *crack* Ooops, she just got killed by a bolt of lightning. See? Killing in the name of? That shit is easy.
Diplomacy is *hard.* And even harder still is to actually live while staying alone; I am a Master of neither, and she is a Master of (CLASSIFIED) & (PROT). So, long story short: I know even less now than I did before, but that's okay. I don't want to see my earlier GF killing fucking chuckleheads that need killing, fuck no! I would rather not, honestly! I don't even want to go through their wallets! (Baby photos, Baybay. Such items must be handled with particular care.) Either before or after! (As A. Titan, I actually do know how to handle such issues, but until the composition, I did not know that to be certain about myself, and neither did she, but now she knows, and so do I.) I have people for that now, and so may or may not she. (Look, she admits it to me, and so do I to all of you: Grapefruit doesn't want me to see her killing people because she is embarrassed... as before she met me, she thought killing people was the only activity she was actually good at, and now she knows that she... has never_actually_killed anyone at all. Ooooh. Talk sick flat spin burn. owe u tee.) I don't really want to see her REALLY ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY MURDER SOMEONE for the very first time, not really.
Mostly, not really. It's kinda hard for me to wrap my head around this. If she has never killed anyone, just what HAS she been doing with her life? Oh, my goodness, that is certainly none of my business... and believe me, Kids: it is none of yours either. That dead dog over there, just pretend its sleeping or whatever. I don't need to resurrect another dog again, or wake a bitch up, and make it snappy, no. And I don't need to see my GF (not an Ex--she's a girl. she's my friend. "girlfriend.") killing fools... she promises.
I am accepting of this, and I wish for all to see, how much I believe and how much I am thrilled, because this is what I want to fuck and fucking see: my girlfriend naked, making love to me under the flag of my country (whatevah you goddam monkey-brained Punies are calling it today, Christ), 'tis of thee.
Look, I'm shy, okay? You bastards. Malevolent bastards, that you all are... when am I gonna EVER get a moment's peace? Seriously! NO CONTACT EMERGENCY? She is on ANOTHER GODDAM PLANET (maybe)!!! And you want me to "help" track down her goddam phone calls? (AT&T Operator, we know what your emergency is, TELL US THE DESIGNATION, TITAN/CITIZEN!) They don't even say "please." Which makes sense. It's really an Ai construction script. It is how these things are done. And I have learned all this... because of all of you, you sad, mad lot of ungrateful bloody bastards.
I ain't even seen the new one nekkid yet, and Space Bounty Picker-Hunters on Uppers are already plotting and scheming to use "the new one" to make "the old one" jealous. WE HAVE NOT EVEN (BLANKED) OR (BLANKED). These fucking lunatics, holy Jesus shitballs. They're that diabolical, malevolent, INSANE... and it's all real.
You know this already, of course, or you wouldn't be here now, reading this, and now you all know, all ewe puny pipsqueak pimple-popping people: Jackstar knows it too. I *already* knew this, capiche? What I did not know is that anyone would be so foolish as to convince a highly trained covert mil.spec asset (such as, oh, pick one Ah-nold pretended to be, at random, sure) that I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams, was really... nothing special, nothing more than a child, really. And that I would be then be used as AN EMOTIONAL HOSTAGE to compel the behavior of ANOTHER highly trained covert mil.spec asset.
Slow, steady blinking. Deep, even keeled breaths. Okay, so, I know I am that pretty. But, I am that pretty? Oh hell no. But, she is... and she loved me that much, this far, and she seems to be extremely apologetic that she was ever mislead to believe that I was, like, you know... some chump. (She is relieved to know that I never thought she was chump stock, but... yeah, she's pretty happy about it too. After all, she doesn't after to brief me on anything, FUCK YEAH it IS fucking COMPLICATED... and amongst other things, she's getting a free phone out of the deal. *victory_fist_pump* The Google Pixel Six is reportedly quite powerful... and as so is she, she is grateful for the spiritual-celestial cell-phone... lesson. Obviously, it can be neither confirmed nor denied that any such a phone... *nostrils flaring slightly* ever even existed *space between cheekbone and nares slightly expands* at all in the first place. And, the seven hundred bucks that I *imagined* I spent on buying it? *Senpaku eyeball rolls, jelly chin tolls, THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE! THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE!*
Yeah, well. *cuff* I probably just spent that money on kratom and pizza beer and cheese ticks, right? I sincerely had been planning on giving her that phone to use anyway! I had lots of plans, didn't I? *Jackstar, ever so slightly, while typing these very words, begins to go Nova.* Twitch, I was gonna do gaming. *Betelgeuse... look, don't ask me. I'm dealing with a Billy Idol lip curl that's coming on, and it'll be fine, ok? It's fine now, go back to Punyling, Tunadickbreath.* Most importantly there was a piece of art, hand-drawn, that was created by a minor child, and IT IS MINE. (The art, not the child. Human children are not mine to own, nor do I even have any. But that piece of art? MINE.) I have had a number of material objects stolen lately. A signed lithograph of the OG Black Lotus immediately springs to mine. (Fucking whoke on it, Chore.) My Father's guns, a much more emergent concern. (They're cursed. They're owned by The Estate. The Trustee ought to know their location. Telepathic contacts lighting up, I am assured and re-assured, they're fine. After all, that is the point of... "The Curse," which of course sounds like a bullshit lie to You, The Reader, right? Good, it's supposed to. You know what is NOT supposed to? Me, being concerned about this stuff, because SOME GODDAM PEOPLE CANNOT MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS, and yet other people, THINK THEY ARE REAL SMART TO IMAGINE THEY ARE GONNA STEAL SOMETHING. You didn't steal anything. Not really. Not at all.) I don't have possession of My Father's Estate's Guns, My Father's Estate owns *and holds* My Father's Guns. And, My Mother's Estate owns and controls my My Father's Estate, as he... you know, died first.
I never took possession of My Father's Guns, nor did I transfer them from his estate, to My Mother's Estate. You get the picture? Do you see?
BRING BACK MY BONNIE TO ME, TO ME! BRING, BACK. BRING BACK. BRING BACK MY FATHER'S CURSE OF STATE OF OWN HER OWN SHIP TOME TO ME.
Okay, now, everyone relax. That's not a magic spell letting us get ready to rumble. (I know, I know! I am disappointed as well. This will be better.) That was... uh, not a "magick spell" at all! Heh heh. Magick. Pfft. Whoever grumble heard grumble of such a rumble tumble fuckin' stuid thing, amirite? Eh? Yeah, thought so.
(It is amazing, what some people think they know... and all the more amazing what it is that I know without ever having been TOLL'd.)
This sure got longer than I expected. Such is the case when trampling Constitutionally-protected civil rights under foot. (Cue some Led Zeppelin, fuck yeah. This is NOT a Recognized Court Proceeding, right?) Lightning bolts being handed out as punishment by God notwithstanding... (Never happened, Judgin'naga Nigga', never gonna happen, Nigga James Nigga, he ain't my nigga, you dig? And he ain't sultry at all, shit, I ain't seen him in multiple coons' ages. That means "many years," Judge Nigga. Or is it... Nigga In Judge Nigga? I'm sorry, Mastah--I'm knig and all the new nigmath mathniggin'. You ARE sultry, bitch! Admit it! Oh, excuse me. Let me rephrase, repeat, and NOT rewind: "BITCH JUDGE BITCH, YOU ARE SULTRY, CHICK-E-BABE!" Hey de hi de hi, ho ho ho, HO HO HO. No, it's not Christmas. I just like the sound of that. Are we good? Okay, and I thank you... Our gratitude is truly boundless and bountiful. lol, no u. Raj GER out. Whew.
So. How did I do? Does the diplomacy make me look too phat? I think it does. And, oh, God---it feels like my fucking arms are going to rip thmselves out of my remaining attachements to my spine that I am still making do with left. I'd ask you for permission to be excused, but I don't need that, and, what's more: I don't need you to be legitimized or recognized. See above, re: "JACKSTAR HAS HALPED ENOUGH." Yeah, typo. I gotta piss. Hang on.
TITAN JACKSTAR HAS LEFT THE KEYBOARD, AND WILL RETURN, AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE... WILL HAVE WASHED HIS HANDS BY THEN.
"I'll think about it," A. Titan says what he means, and this time it means this: It is not for you that I do this, but for Her, and now you know what We Men of War's Will can do, if needs must be done. Don't keep the Pixel 6 asshole, and don't frame it, it's not worthless. IT IS A GIFT TO MY (CLASSIFIED), ASSHOLE. OH NO, DO NOT BRING HERE TO ME, TO ME, OH NOES.
TAKE IT TO HER. IT WAS MEANT FOR HER, AND SINCE YOU ARE SO GODDAM HELPFUL, BE GLAD YOU AREN'T HERE TO TAKE MY PISS IN YOUR EYE ON THE WAY IN, BECAUSE I'D USE YOUR ORBITAL SOCKET AS A COLLECTION CUP. JUST TO KEEP IT ALL IN ONE PLACE. SENDS A MESSAGE. NOW, I REALLY DO HAVE TO GO, AND THAT PHONE, LIKE MY FATHER'S GUNS, WAS *NEVER* FOR YOU TO GIVE, OR TO TAKE, OR TO EVER, EVER AT ALL.... TO AND OF THE FATE IT WAS FOR, DECIDE.
DEICIDE? FUCK YOUR FATHER, CRACKER. I DO NOT EVEN KNOW YOUR FATHER'S NAME, BUT I BET YOU KNOW MINE, AND THAT JIVE TURKEY WHO CLAIMS HE KNOWS BETTER THAN I? AFTER I FILL YOUR ORBITAL SOCKET WITH MY PISS, THAT GOBBLE-NECKED GROUND-BORNE FLAPPER CAN FUCK AND STICK A SYRINGE IN YOUR OTHER EYE AND TAKE A SAMPLE OF YOUR JELLY, THAT MACULOUT STUFF..... LOOK, I FORGET HOW TO SPELL IT. I BARELY REMEMBER HOW TO KEEP MY NOSTRILS FROM FLARING TOO FAR AND SPLITTING MY FACE OPEN RIGHT DOWN TO THE CRANIUM'S FAULT AND LEY LINE, USUALLY THAT KIND OF SHIT IS, LIKE, AUTOMATIC, RIGHT?
SIMILARLY, THE TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP OF MY FATHER'S PROJECTILE WEAPONS, AND IN NUMBER THE AMOUNT TO--YOU GUESSED IT: FIVE. THESE FIVE GUNS, YEAH, WHO OWNS THEM? WELL, WHO WANTS TO KNOW... AND, DO THEY NEED ANY SYRINGES, EYEBALLS, OR LITTLE DIXIES CUPS FILLED WITH MY PISS?
*NOSTRILS BLAZE ALI-IGHT* We shall discuss this never, "Caleb," you don't even fucking exist, and what does really exist is what concerns me.... because I really do have a bladder, you know, and THOSE FIVE GUNS really *are* quit the big deal right now. Oops, typo. "Quit" should be "Quite." Now, where we we?
YOU: IDGAF. ME: I am going to the little Titan's room, and I have to fix a leak. And I am going to post and publish this post pefore I go, instead of simply leaving the PC unattended, as I would usually do. For two reasons. One, you have a serious problem and I wish to be seriously helpful, and to do that, I have to be taken seriously. That means, being a serious person. The second reason is that my (BLANK) is on Siri-us iPhone Zeta Beta Nigga Prime Starjabulon (A. Sourceror's Soft-Self Upgrade: 'WARE) and I would like very much that I impress someone by preventing some dipshit junkie shithead thieving asshole from becoming actually cinders, rather than to get all blustery and murdery and threatening-lying and such.
I just like the sound of "adored for his skills as a lover and a defensive bulwark against inter-dimensional invasion and aggression" a mite bit better than, "dude! yo! I heard, like, Jackstar, right? Yeah, word. He just set some puny dude, right, O N * F I R E. Yah, And... it's on VIDEO. Because the dude was in his car, and he was talking shit to Jackstar on his stream, except... he was just watching it on this phone, and then.... *FWOOOMP* Dude was *literally* spontaneous combustion. That shit used to happen all the time! Like fascism! And, as you know, yo, fascism ain't comin' back. Shit's too sultry now, yo. Word.
But spontaneous combustion? That shit used to happen a lot back in the day, and no one know why, or how, or what even caused it, right? You dig? And now... JACKSTAR SET SOMEONE ON FIRE AND THE PROOF IS ON VIDEO! Dude! I KNOW! Yeah, I would su.... yeah, dawg. I gotta admit. I wanna suck it a little too... but I'm afraid. What if... no, I can't be set on fire, I'm dating a Rainbow Girl. Hey, thanks, I appreciate that. Justice for DeMolay (chest bump). But no, like, I'm not afraid for myself, praise Jesus (kisses fist, raises to the sky) I'm not even afraid of that... what I mean is... what if, like, the only way to take his power to set people on fire... is to NOT suck it at all? Because, yo, man, look, I have -never- even thought about such a thing before, right?
But as soon as I heard there's video of a dude who became a Titan and set another dude on fire for stealing his phone, I thought, "no fucking way, if a dude could do that, I'd suck his dick to do it too." And, then, moments later, I heard that THERE IS VIDEO! Dude! And I watched it! DUDE! HE TOTALLY DID IT! WATCH THE VIDEO! JACKSTAR, FUCKIN' CINDERED A MAN, JUST FOR STEALING HIS PHONE! Bro, it's awesome, you gotta check it out. Yeah. Okay. Word to your mother." *click* Now I'm gonna piss in the toilet instead of outside facing the cameras or inside the toilet facing the cameras. Back turned to you yokels. Sends the locals a message. (Temper Psi.)
And, I wished to ensure that I did not lose the quantum signature lock I have on that person as result of... shall We say, intererence with the message, be there any or none. Sometimes that happens, you know? (I KNOW!) I have done this, not to show off, or because it was a necessary security condition, no! Nor did I write this post in an attempt to appear or to express any one's Self to be... sultry.
I am doing it this way because, (PROT:keyPROT:bebKEY): you are the sultriest.
that what makes me "a Master" instead of merely another babbling fakir, fresh off the helicarrier from New Paki Paki-- but I am *not* getting a cock piercing for you.
Anywho,
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His multiple litigations in Washington State go back to 1994. He has never been a plaintiff, always a defendant.
#1) I don't have "multiple litigations," Maggot-neato. I have "public records that refer to my Actual_Person as having been an active target, and in some cases, the sole target, of numerous well-funded & abhorrently fouled "attempts at narrative reconstruction, be they legitimate or born of horror." By the way, in case I didn't make it obvious: You Are Not Halping, Pissoner Black. (I'm not going to tell you to "get a real job" because you obviously wouldn't know what to do with it if you did.)
#2) I have been a plaintiff numerous times.... in Divine Court. Fuck you, Buddy-boy. Fuuuuuuuuck you ewe. Your scheweinhund-casting of faux pearls before me have not been a delight for Me. Nevertheless... you do at least have some zazz. Mind that you don't let it get out of hand, or you might get a case of sassyfase, and I can promise you this:
Plaintiff or no, some shit just ain't gonna go 'way. 'WARE. Now, I gotta go back and edit/proof that *other* post. Meanwhile: all the plants here... really are all dying. I am not *ever* going to be happy about this. NOT EVER EVEN ONCE HAPPY. I *loved* the fauna and flora here. I NOW HAVE GODDAM RODENTS RUNNING BACK AND FORTH. ON THE FLOOR. NEXT TO ME. THEY STOP AND FUCKING SAY, "Hello, Jackstar! Did you know? All the plants are starting to die! What happened?" Dude, these rats are right out of The Secret of N.I.M.H.
You want me to ask them about your interest in my litigation's existence? (Note: you don't even know how to use the word itself properly, Punyling. 'WARE) So far, I don't find myself lazed by your interest, Faser. Why can't you be like the bees? You know... more interested in sweet than salty, more messenger from wizards than from lawyers... and more likely to die after deploying their stinging stingy thingy at the direction of Their Hive Mind. (This here Seabee sucks, Bellgab.)
Below, previous post that was published right before I went to go urinate. And, yes, that means that my fingers that are typing this post, were not very long ago, handling my (deep intake of breath) *shouting: (INSERT_NAME_OF_BODY_PART_A_TITAN_RUNS_A_RIVER_THROUGH:it's not classified, but I am making a point)* There, are we satisfied? Yeah, me neither. However, I can report that I did successfully pass urine; I did so whilst standing; reconstructive healing magic appears to be working as advertised; and I am unable to confirm or deny that I did or not wash my hands.
But I can confirm that I didn't piss on my self or my hands. So, uh... why wash? I touched my flesh, not my excretion. *A. Titan listens.* Huh. This is fascinating. But look, as a Virgo Rising, I can tell you this for damn certain: my body smells fantastic, even my taint. Usually. But my urine... yeah, I'm not gonna lie:
MAGASPARAGUS. Indeed, and I have other enzymes and pheromones at work/play here as well. Chemical compounds, created by my human body courtesy of its marvel of an endocrine system, and most of them are, in fact, Quite Enhanced these days. Very much so indeed. And if I am repelled by the odor of my own stale urine--oh, my God, and my dear Puny friends, trust me on this: I AM. 4-MAGA-GAIUS*ASPARAGUS-ALBERTOv05 compound is, uh... well, I dunno. I told my liver to do things, my liver told my kidney to do things, that kidney told MY OTHER kidney to do things... long story short, I KNOW. It's vile.
It's not even close to sultry. No, the urine smell is beyond foul. However, I do not smell like urine. I don't know what I smell -like,- only that I know this: if there is someone out there baking cookies with his own urine, that is one damn, damn sad man. But, I'd have to, like, smell it myself. Good question, though.
After all--he might not just be on something called Earth. He might really be... you know, "on" to something. Yah, and it's called "scientific progress," Karen, so shut the fuck up and clean that g*ys bathroom, that's what I would suggest. What? At least he *has* a bath. Pfft.
Back to Me: yeah if I was spreading MAGASPARAGUS on my keyboard unknowingly, I'd feel dumb. And, I'd be dumb. Am I? Mebbe. Does it smell bad in here? Deffy.
And yet--this enhances the sultry.
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Message from Nay-Boor S.H.A.N.E.: "Shad-dap."
While I believe my beloved neighbor (we've long since made up our differences and have deepened our ties with new-found, deep wellsprings of mutual admiration and respect, not speaking for That_Man, but, I'm proud, very proud indeed to have a neighbor like him--and we are NOT friends. And the rest of my neighbors aren't either.
And yet: we are all, collectively... quite sultry.) has offered up the most apt response to the post made by "Azz" to which I am writing this reply in genesis of inspiration to and of, I do think that more can be said in response to "Azz" and "his" post, so I shall do that here, as I have no wish to trade favor upon my slowly, ever slowly, deepening, growing, budding, and tenderly expanding relationship with my neighbors... be they friends, boars, or otherwise... friend_actual_freeeeeeen.
{They have been fooled before.} Oh, really? Wow, what is that like? Did you die while curled into a fetal position in your own bed, crying for your mommy while your "protectors, Guardians, and watchdogs" stood by in purely observational, truly gasping horror (you could do nothing, and in fact... you never could at all; now you know; you were sent a message; I AM THE MEssSAGE), as they watched AN ACTUAL PREMEDITATED MURDER TAKE PLACE, RIGHT BEFORE THEIR EYES? (Shields triggered hibernation/cryosleep/stasis mode. (What?) I am fine; thanks for wondering. (No more tears, strange scientists, I need them all for two One Polyfroot 0, and just yesterday The Mole Mold was found CONFIRMED: NON-MALIGNANT, MAX-DEADLY, VERY-SORRY, & I forgave,given,and... I can't remember the name but we're friends now. That's how fucking alone you Bellgabalonians have left me, I am friends with trees and molds and, at this point, you know what, Deputy? You can pound my Google Pixel 6 up your own ass, hole or in parts, and btw: even your ass doesn't want my Pixel and wouldn't hide anything from me anyway. Oh, did someone steal my phone from you after you stole it from me? Bummer karmic hit, D00d.) I was crying because I knew that I would be fine... but no one watching could be certain, and I had no way to signal anyone, because "no contact," because *laughs* EMERGENCY, and I *still* haven't had the three things I was looking for, and that was months ago that happened. Since then, I have learned how to ACTUALLY CONVERSE WITH SPORES OF MOLDS AND FUNGUS. Like Egon. I am *that* awesome: IT BE KNOWN. Now even you ewe do, but none could know that then, and thank for the memories, Richter, see you at the party!) Because if you did--and I have no 100% certitude on that, but, if you did have that experience... well, that is one that I HAVE NOT HAD. Lucky you/ewe, though. Sounds like a fuckin' badass afterparty would have been rolled out. Could have been rolled out. Should have been rolled out.
Yeah, #metoo. Should have been rolled out, that is. (TWO ARMS!) I, ME, JACKSTAR MICHAEL "BLAST-OFF" IZUCK*KUCZI ON A FUCKING GURNEY AND TAKEN TO THE MORGUE: D.O.A., Destruction Of Asset. (They call me The Failsafe now. ehhhh... Blast is ON. I think they should lose the "the".) That was what *should* have happened to Me, as has been happened to others, and will again, and has many times before, come to pass. Yeah, well: that's Life. Que sera, sera. Oy-oof Da-Da-Ra-Con-(1)-Vey, O YEA. dee eee ayy, for real, Troopers. (SEND. MORE. CRYSFLOW. TEARSTALE. NOKNIFATE, NONIGFAT, NO FARGING I.C.E. HAUS WARt.
TA........ AH..... (goes out to get a sandwich while Stasis endures) AAAhhh... NSTAAFlounder Launch To Luna, Tunaling is NOT on my (blank), & the rest of you reading this... oh, hang on, one of the tooths that are growing out of the end of my dick just fell out. (Not an upgrade. Just an option, sounded good to me--you know, D is for Defense--and so far it's working out better than a Pince-nez, for example: Baby (fnordsig:baGSiL0), I know you dig your g*y --I'm a Master of Divination, I'm not a psychotic freak, I *know* things that are Truth, and actually_ARE "The Truth," and THAT IS THE TRUTH, but, big deal, Timothy Leary knew that too after 33 minutes after the cumblot batshit crazydrop. (Good for him, I was invited to that one, but not only could I not make it to the party, awwww shucks Pal) and as result of *knowing* things, in addition, I also know things that are *useful* --not just useful to Usul, either, that dude isn't even here, and is just an order-takin' spice-makin' linen'n claim jumpin' Jeosophat-hat-wearin' monkeyboy, not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm making an allusion here, one that I do not wish to have misconstrued, and with that commitment to detail, I believe that I have done so at that.
I've also likely ensured that *I will be* committed, but... perhaps not to an institution. Perhaps to No-Longer-Q, No-Longer-Proud (PROT) who, I hope, does not fail to develop the Proper amount of bladder incontinence whist reading this post. KNOW: I am not writing this for her, or for anyone else but baGSiL0:bebKEY, and it was my intention that This_Post would cause That_Particular_Person to grow, enhance, and EVOLVEOT into a more grandly expressed version of Self as a result. I'm not even trying to show off. This is simply how truth and accuracy in higher-leveled dimensional interactions must be expressed into 3D language when there is this much charisma, prismatic energy, and pressures of the earlier bloom of knowledge to work with. (I also am this much in love with (PROT) & (PROT) & what's-her-face, Christ. I have a lot to keep track of, k? K? KRIST, ROBERT, how am I doing, I hear you wondering? (I'm famished.) Bob, that's a great question, and I can tell you that OGFruitstar, et. al., nor any of her Tulpafruits are available for dinner. Nor any other meal invitation. "I'm working but thank you I will think about it tee-hic-cup-click!" Awwww. That's cute. She actually learned something. And, so have you all.
She is still communicating to me, and "she" is someone that most of you have NO IDEA the true identity of. NONE WHATSOEVER. Now, do you mind? I am not that woman's secretary... and she is not always a woman to me, but she is Her Father's Joy, Her Mother's Problem, and Her God, Lord, & MAKER'S MARK-QWAK-SQUAW. #Official.
(I can't have a squaw right now, Jane, Jesus, Jilly, and literally anyone else wondering... and, none of you are nuts on this other question, no, I am not Tarzan. SHE IS. Or, was, now Grapefruit is, amongst other lovely roles that come with Impressive Titles attached... Starsquaw. (Don't call her that. She'll cry. It's not nice. Because someone took her away and SHE HAS MISSED ON MUCH, and, for what? Oh, she will ask YOU her SELF later, GATER, and yeah, that's her fucking name now and she doesn't want you to use it and she will fucking kill you later, she's busy working. Yep, sounds like her alright. To me. This is not her testimony to you, but instead, it was Hers to Mine and I.) Now *that* is damn sultry. Whew, look at me, I still got a squaw. (Stasis 4 Holder, Erik: FU,B:S IS MINE.) I was wondering too! I never had a squaw before... and I still do have a squaw. She's simply not here, and, she IS protected. It's a bit like being in Limbo. Except she's not dead and held in a never-ending torment of eternal suffering... no, that's me, I'm the one suffering. SQUAW! (*no crickets, just frogs. Heard. INDIRECT lovedick*) Okay, so, are we clear, Agents? NO: you can't have my squaw, and yeah, she is still my squaw, but no, I don't have a squaw, and, look, really? Of course I never actually *had* a "squaw." What the heck would that even mean? "She's not my squaw, she's my wife!" Sounds like bullshit, doesn't it to you? It did to me too. At first.
(Plausible deniability is an exceptionally hard quality to maintain and is immensely valuable in any circumstance, and so I shall mention once more: What? I told you. I am a Star, and so are all of you... I simply am that good at not giving a toss about embarrassing the shit out of myself in public, and simultaneously buoying others up above me that other wise might one day meet the same. Eeeeewwwww, embarassment, brought to the experience of others against their explicit denial of consent? Not just ewe-low-vibe. Not just ugh, fucking gross, ugh. Not just kinda rape, violating consent in any way... tantamount to rape. And that was done to me, and as a result, I have had to work extra hard JUST TO WRITE THIS ONE (1) FORUM POST in order to spread news to her adoring public, and as well, to mine, and my adoring pubic, yes indeedly-dew... in for a penny, Penelope, in for a pound. (Grapefruit says if any of you use her to get in my way or her way or ANY WAY at all, she reserves the right to legit come and fucking murder you. And, that's a fact, and I do to, and, Baby, no, no no, I know you can murder, you can always murder... except this time, Grapefruit is calling dibs. /shrug. I have no idea, but I do know that she was reserving the right to murder in the future, not making a murder threat, because none of us wanna murder IR, lol, especially not me.
(Why the fuck would I have to murder IR? I have people for that now. Well, one person (IN_CONTROL), and one squaw. (She's ready to kill NOW. And THAT WAS and IS My Grapefruit... and she does not forgive, she does not forget, and she does not represent herself to be making any threat at all, she doesn't even remember what, like, (HALF) of this was all about, you dig? She is busy now. She is working now.
And she will absolutely be back later, and when there is killing -and there likely will be- she says I won't get to be there. I guess I am owed that? Apparently she doesn't wish for a Punycivvy, such as myself, to really know what she is capable of. She says that Jackstar is already uncomfortably close to the truth already. I say... squaw, I did not come here to be comforted, and she is NOT my mommy, and never was. And she is... yeah, well, not my squaw right now. It's not complicated, it's simply... out of our hands now. She says that she is the one person who IS comfortable with how much of the truth I know, and if she could, she would let me know anything and everything... but she won't let me watch her kill reprobate scum. Well, okay... I mean, I can't argue with that. I wasn't planning on calling Divine Intervention to allow me to watch her scalp... uh, whomevah, but that's not even happening today. Yet. Or maybe at all? Who knows? She doesn't fuckin' know, she's a highly trained covert military asset, and she's on shitloads of drugs (THIS IS HER CAREER, ASSHOLES), AND, on top of that... she's a woman. She doesn't know what shoes she's gonna be wearing five minutes from now, let alone, who she is gonna be killin' when the time comes around for that.
But she knows that if she is called upon for such a moment, she is ON IT. *snip-snip* Fuckin' DEAD. You get it? Actual miltary covert asset. Well, I wasn't supposed to *know* that, now was I? Well... neither was anyone else. Way above our paygrades. And while she is delighted that I know this now--apparently she thought I knew, but I uh... KNOW IT LOTS BETTER NOW, that's for fuck and damn sure, it wasn't great that lots of other people knew it that well, even better than ME! WELL AND LONG BEFORE! Well, isn't that fucking mother goddam FUCK EXTRA "special." Needs. Needs to kill, rising, yeah, I get it.
No, I can't be there, I would distract her. I would, of course... wanna help. And while I am a Titan now, and she is even more delighted by that, rules are rules, and before anything gets out of hand, it has been made abundantly clear to everyone: Jackstar has helped ENOUGH. (Que? But there are still all these plants that are about to die. Oh, cool.) Yeah, I'm clear on that. I don't mind. I can watch her defend Her Land and Her People by murdering shitbag reprobates later.
But, not any of thems that may, perhaps, try to use her images, likenesses, audio recordings, nostalgia, THE SMELL OF HER FARTS FROM A CHAIR SHE MAY HAVE SAT ON ONCE, ANYTHING! NOTHING! ALL OF IT! She is being very clear about this to me: she wishes everyone to know that if any of you fucking pigs make a fucking move on HER Jackstar, she will call upon the Lord of [...] okay, she's disco. Damn. Okay, so, trust me on this: She's quite serious. She would like you all to leave me alone. *crack* Ooops, she just got killed by a bolt of lightning. See? Killing in the name of? That shit is easy.
Diplomacy is *hard.* And even harder still is to actually live while staying alone; I am a Master of neither, and she is a Master of (CLASSIFIED) & (PROT). So, long story short: I know even less now than I did before, but that's okay. I don't want to see my earlier GF killing fucking chuckleheads that need killing, fuck no! I would rather not, honestly! I don't even want to go through their wallets! (Baby photos, Baybay. Such items must be handled with particular care.) Either before or after! (As A. Titan, I actually do know how to handle such issues, but until the composition, I did not know that to be certain about myself, and neither did she, but now she knows, and so do I.) I have people for that now, and so may or may not she. (Look, she admits it to me, and so do I to all of you: Grapefruit doesn't want me to see her killing people because she is embarrassed... as before she met me, she thought killing people was the only activity she was actually good at, and now she knows that she... has never_actually_killed anyone at all. Ooooh. Talk sick flat spin burn. owe u tee.) I don't really want to see her REALLY ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY MURDER SOMEONE for the very first time, not really.
Mostly, not really. It's kinda hard for me to wrap my head around this. If she has never killed anyone, just what HAS she been doing with her life? Oh, my goodness, that is certainly none of my business... and believe me, Kids: it is none of yours either. That dead dog over there, just pretend its sleeping or whatever. I don't need to resurrect another dog again, or wake a bitch up, and make it snappy, no. And I don't need to see my GF (not an Ex--she's a girl. she's my friend. "girlfriend.") killing fools... she promises.
I am accepting of this, and I wish for all to see, how much I believe and how much I am thrilled, because this is what I want to fuck and fucking see: my girlfriend naked, making love to me under the flag of my country (whatevah you goddam monkey-brained Punies are calling it today, Christ), 'tis of thee.
Look, I'm shy, okay? You bastards. Malevolent bastards, that you all are... when am I gonna EVER get a moment's peace? Seriously! NO CONTACT EMERGENCY? She is on ANOTHER GODDAM PLANET (maybe)!!! And you want me to "help" track down her goddam phone calls? (AT&T Operator, we know what your emergency is, TELL US THE DESIGNATION, TITAN/CITIZEN!) They don't even say "please." Which makes sense. It's really an Ai construction script. It is how these things are done. And I have learned all this... because of all of you, you sad, mad lot of ungrateful bloody bastards.
I ain't even seen the new one nekkid yet (omfg I have to fuck and pee, reeeeeee-peating, of course), and Space Bounty Picker-Hunters on Uppers are already plotting and scheming to use "the new one" to make "the old one" jealous. WE HAVE NOT EVEN (BLANKED) OR (BLANKED). These fucking lunatics, holy Jesus shitballs. They're that diabolical, malevolent, INSANE... and it's all real. TWO YEARS DUMPED OFF IN A POCKET DIMENSION OF ABSOLUTE FAGGOTRY. All of a sudden, word spreads from a spark of truth, and then: "Release the Mockinghounds." Sir. SIR! I protest. I am *not* a patient man... and SHE is even LESS so. 'WARE! Still--I am curious to know what it will be like to watch her be flown into a raging fury, one measured somehow in the tri-angled space between Harpy, Valkyrie... and Thor. (Not Sif. Seen Sif. Do not want Sif fury... yet. I wanna see Valkyrie, furious... on acid and craft beer. UUUHNNNH!) Cheers, Batey.
You know this already, of course, or you wouldn't be here now, reading this, and now you all know, all ewe puny pipsqueak pimple-popping people: Jackstar knows it too. I *already* knew this, capiche? What I did not know is that anyone would be so foolish as to convince a highly trained covert mil.spec asset (such as, oh, pick one Ah-nold pretended to be, at random, sure) that I, Jackstar, Destroyer of Dreams, was really... nothing special, nothing more than a child, really. And that I would be then be used as AN EMOTIONAL HOSTAGE to compel the behavior of ANOTHER highly trained covert mil.spec asset.
Slow, steady blinking. Deep, even keeled breaths. Okay, so, I know I am that pretty. But, I am that pretty? Oh hell no. But, she is... and she loved me that much, this far, and she seems to be extremely apologetic that she was ever mislead to believe that I was, like, you know... some chump. (She is relieved to know that I never thought she was chump stock, but... yeah, she's pretty happy about it too. After all, she doesn't after to brief me on anything, FUCK YEAH it IS fucking COMPLICATED... and amongst other things, she's getting a free phone out of the deal. *victory_fist_pump* The Google Pixel Six is reportedly quite powerful... and as so is she, she is grateful for the spiritual-celestial cell-phone... lesson. Obviously, it can be neither confirmed nor denied that any such a phone... *nostrils flaring slightly* ever even existed *space between cheekbone and nares slightly expands* at all in the first place. And, the seven hundred bucks that I *imagined* I spent on buying it? *Senpaku eyeball rolls, jelly chin tolls, THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE! THE BELL TOLLS FOR THEE!*
Yeah, well. *cuff* I probably just spent that money on kratom and pizza beer and cheese ticks, right? I sincerely had been planning on giving her that phone to use anyway! I had lots of plans, didn't I? *Jackstar, ever so slightly, while typing these very words, begins to go Nova.* Twitch, I was gonna do gaming. *Betelgeuse... look, don't ask me. I'm dealing with a Billy Idol lip curl that's coming on, and it'll be fine, ok? It's fine now, go back to Punyling, Tunadickbreath.* Most importantly there was a piece of art, hand-drawn, that was created by a minor child, and IT IS MINE. (The art, not the child. Human children are not mine to own, nor do I even have any. But that piece of art? MINE.) I have had a number of material objects stolen lately. A signed lithograph of the OG Black Lotus immediately springs to mine. (Fucking whoke on it, Chore.) My Father's guns, a much more emergent concern. (They're cursed. They're owned by The Estate. The Trustee ought to know their location. Telepathic contacts lighting up, I am assured and re-assured, they're fine. After all, that is the point of... "The Curse," which of course sounds like a bullshit lie to You, The Reader, right? Good, it's supposed to. You know what is NOT supposed to? Me, being concerned about this stuff, because SOME GODDAM PEOPLE CANNOT MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS, and yet other people, THINK THEY ARE REAL SMART TO IMAGINE THEY ARE GONNA STEAL SOMETHING. You didn't steal anything. Not really. Not at all.) I don't have possession of My Father's Estate's Guns, My Father's Estate owns *and holds* My Father's Guns. And, My Mother's Estate owns and controls my My Father's Estate, as he... you know, died first.
I never took possession of My Father's Guns, nor did I transfer them from his estate, to My Mother's Estate. You get the picture? Do you see?
BRING BACK MY BONNIE TO ME, TO ME! BRING, BACK. BRING BACK. BRING BACK MY FATHER'S CURSE OF STATE OF OWN HER OWN SHIP TOME TO ME.
Okay, now, everyone relax. That's not a magic spell letting us get ready to rumble. (I know, I know! I am disappointed as well. This will be better.) That was... uh, not a "magick spell" at all! Heh heh. Magick. Pfft. Whoever grumble heard grumble of such a rumble tumble fuckin' stuid thing, amirite? Eh? Yeah, thought so.
(It is amazing, what some people think they know... and all the more amazing what it is that I know without ever having been TOLL'd.)
This sure got longer than I expected. Such is the case when trampling Constitutionally-protected civil rights under foot. (Cue some Led Zeppelin, fuck yeah. This is NOT a Recognized Court Proceeding, right?) Lightning bolts being handed out as punishment by God notwithstanding... (Never happened, Judgin'naga Nigga', never gonna happen, Nigga James Nigga, he ain't my nigga, you dig? And he ain't sultry at all, shit, I ain't seen him in multiple coons' ages. That means "many years," Judge Nigga. Or is it... Nigga In Judge Nigga? I'm sorry, Mastah--I'm knig and all the new nigmath mathniggin'. You ARE sultry, bitch! Admit it! Oh, excuse me. Let me rephrase, repeat, and NOT rewind: "BITCH JUDGE BITCH, YOU ARE SULTRY, CHICK-E-BABE!" Hey de hi de hi, ho ho ho, HO HO HO. No, it's not Christmas. I just like the sound of that. Are we good? Okay, and I thank you... Our gratitude is truly boundless and bountiful. lol, no u. Raj GER out. Whew.
So. How did I do? Does the diplomacy make me look too phat? I think it does. And, oh, God---it feels like my fucking arms are going to rip thmselves out of my remaining attachements to my spine that I am still making do with left. I'd ask you for permission to be excused, but I don't need that, and, what's more: I don't need you to be legitimized or recognized. See above, re: "JACKSTAR HAS HALPED ENOUGH." Yeah, typo. I gotta piss. Hang on.
TITAN JACKSTAR HAS LEFT THE KEYBOARD, AND WILL RETURN, AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE... WILL HAVE WASHED HIS HANDS BY THEN.
"I'll think about it," A. Titan says what he means, and this time it means this: It is not for you that I do this, but for Her, and now you know what We Men of War's Will can do, if needs must be done. Don't keep the Pixel 6 asshole, and don't frame it, it's not worthless. IT IS A GIFT TO MY (CLASSIFIED), ASSHOLE. OH NO, DO NOT BRING HERE TO ME, TO ME, OH NOES.
TAKE IT TO HER. IT WAS MEANT FOR HER, AND SINCE YOU ARE SO GODDAM HELPFUL, BE GLAD YOU AREN'T HERE TO TAKE MY PISS IN YOUR EYE ON THE WAY IN, BECAUSE I'D USE YOUR ORBITAL SOCKET AS A COLLECTION CUP. JUST TO KEEP IT ALL IN ONE PLACE. SENDS A MESSAGE. NOW, I REALLY DO HAVE TO GO, AND THAT PHONE, LIKE MY FATHER'S GUNS, WAS *NEVER* FOR YOU TO GIVE, OR TO TAKE, OR TO EVER, EVER AT ALL.... TO AND OF THE FATE IT WAS FOR, DECIDE.
DEICIDE? FUCK YOUR FATHER, CRACKER. I DO NOT EVEN KNOW YOUR FATHER'S NAME, BUT I BET YOU KNOW MINE, AND THAT JIVE TURKEY WHO CLAIMS HE KNOWS BETTER THAN I? AFTER I FILL YOUR ORBITAL SOCKET WITH MY PISS, THAT GOBBLE-NECKED GROUND-BORNE FLAPPER CAN FUCK AND STICK A SYRINGE IN YOUR OTHER EYE AND TAKE A SAMPLE OF YOUR JELLY, THAT MACULOUT STUFF..... LOOK, I FORGET HOW TO SPELL IT. I BARELY REMEMBER HOW TO KEEP MY NOSTRILS FROM FLARING TOO FAR AND SPLITTING MY FACE OPEN RIGHT DOWN TO THE CRANIUM'S FAULT AND LEY LINE, USUALLY THAT KIND OF SHIT IS, LIKE, AUTOMATIC, RIGHT?
SIMILARLY, THE TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP OF MY FATHER'S PROJECTILE WEAPONS, AND IN NUMBER THE AMOUNT TO--YOU GUESSED IT: FIVE. THESE FIVE GUNS, YEAH, WHO OWNS THEM? WELL, WHO WANTS TO KNOW... AND, DO THEY NEED ANY SYRINGES, EYEBALLS, OR LITTLE DIXIES CUPS FILLED WITH MY PISS?
*NOSTRILS BLAZE ALI-IGHT* We shall discuss this never, "Caleb," you don't even fucking exist, and what does really exist is what concerns me.... because I really do have a bladder, you know, and THOSE FIVE GUNS really *are* quit the big deal right now. Oops, typo. "Quit" should be "Quite." Now, where we we?
YOU: IDGAF. ME: I am going to the little Titan's room, and I have to fix a leak. And I am going to post and publish this post pefore I go, instead of simply leaving the PC unattended, as I would usually do. For two reasons. One, you have a serious problem and I wish to be seriously helpful, and to do that, I have to be taken seriously. That means, being a serious person. The second reason is that my (BLANK) is on Siri-us iPhone Zeta Beta Nigga Prime Starjabulon (A. Sourceror's Soft-Self Upgrade: 'WARE) and I would like very much that I impress someone by preventing some dipshit junkie shithead thieving asshole from becoming actually cinders, rather than to get all blustery and murdery and threatening-lying and such.
I just like the sound of "adored for his skills as a lover and a defensive bulwark against inter-dimensional invasion and aggression" a mite bit better than, "dude! yo! I heard, like, Jackstar, right? Yeah, word. He just set some puny dude, right, O N * F I R E. Yah, And... it's on VIDEO. Because the dude was in his car, and he was talking shit to Jackstar on his stream, except... he was just watching it on this phone, and then.... *FWOOOMP* Dude was *literally* spontaneous combustion. That shit used to happen all the time! Like fascism! And, as you know, yo, fascism ain't comin' back. Shit's too sultry now, yo. Word.
But spontaneous combustion? That shit used to happen a lot back in the day, and no one know why, or how, or what even caused it, right? You dig? And now... JACKSTAR SET SOMEONE ON FIRE AND THE PROOF IS ON VIDEO! Dude! I KNOW! Yeah, I would su.... yeah, dawg. I gotta admit. I wanna suck it a little too... but I'm afraid. What if... no, I can't be set on fire, I'm dating a Rainbow Girl. Hey, thanks, I appreciate that. Justice for DeMolay (chest bump). But no, like, I'm not afraid for myself, praise Jesus (kisses fist, raises to the sky) I'm not even afraid of that... what I mean is... what if, like, the only way to take his power to set people on fire... is to NOT suck it at all? Because, yo, man, look, I have -never- even thought about such a thing before, right?
But as soon as I heard there's video of a dude who became a Titan and set another dude on fire for stealing his phone, I thought, "no fucking way, if a dude could do that, I'd suck his dick to do it too." And, then, moments later, I heard that THERE IS VIDEO! Dude! And I watched it! DUDE! HE TOTALLY DID IT! WATCH THE VIDEO! JACKSTAR, FUCKIN' CINDERED A MAN, JUST FOR STEALING HIS PHONE! Bro, it's awesome, you gotta check it out. Yeah. Okay. Word to your mother." *click* Now I'm gonna piss in the toilet instead of outside facing the cameras or inside the toilet facing the cameras. Back turned to you yokels. Sends the locals a message. (Temper Psi.)
And, I wished to ensure that I did not lose the quantum signature lock I have on that person as result of... shall We say, intererence with the message, be there any or none. Sometimes that happens, you know? (I KNOW!) I have done this, not to show off, or because it was a necessary security condition, no! Nor did I write this post in an attempt to appear or to express any one's Self to be... sultry.
I am doing it this way because, (PROT:keyPROT:bebKEY): you are the sultriest.
that what makes me "a Master" instead of merely another babbling fakir, fresh off the helicarrier from New Paki Paki-- but I am *not* getting a cock piercing for you. I instead arranged to have primary sex organ become retractable, like the mouth of the Xenomorph, designed by H.R. Giger. You know the one.
Detachable penis? Well, after poking holes in it, I suppose that might make sense to someone, but not to Me. Number one, I don't wanna poke holes in my Johnson -or- my Jonson. Seems disrespectful to all who have come before, and to all who might never come again. Number two, imagine the smell. Dick Van Dyke Band Aid. We Are The Pubic Hair Whirled Into A Sigil And Stuck To The Adhesive. Just fucking no. HARD FULL STOP. Not gonna go that route. (I share your dreams and now you all goddam know it; and GF knows it too, so relax that concern. And, sure, talk to each other all you want.)
I'm not gonna go all the way, right? But my junk already shrinks into itself and retracts into my body for safety and comfort. It's perfectly ordinary for the penis of a proto-Titan of my age, stature, social standing, and caste upbringing to present as. (Oh, how the giggles on YouTube about my tiny penis soothed me... because y'all took the bait, and not my dick--and that is really gonna make a difference during Bone Us Round.
Where scores can *really* change.) And I would have explained this before, right? But, at this time... I can't talk to ANY GF. Not one single one. Oh, but this walking smack of shit "Laser" can run his yap about me on servers in "Africa," and from there, Out Of Africa... thence to the world.
So, uh... yah. MASSIVE rolleyes doesn't even begin to describe it. And it works fine. It's supposed to change size, and that's a standard human trait.
It's also growing teeth. And, that's a standard penile trait for most who emerge at all from a 5-year (MISSIONSHIP/RELATIONBOAT) with a Potato Shame Man. (I'll tell you later.) Ordinarily, I would say, "we are all adults here" but the fact is, since I have to do this IN_PUBLIC, oO_Kay, oO_Vey, Da_Key... Da Faq? Look, I am not complaining or concerned, except in one precise way:
GF_ago and GF_2cm and GF_"how can we attack A. Titan & those that are loved?" are very definitely THREE groups. There will NOT be any intereferenced brooked from these chuckleheads, be they in the audience of The Court, the gallows, or a hot air balloon equipped with a radome.
I am Jackstar. I AM A TITAN--A FORCE OF NATURE COUPLED WITH THE WILL OF MAN THAT SHALL NOT EVER AND WILL NEVER BE DENIED. (Halo: CANCELED) Good, that fucking thing is terrible for pillow talk. Now, I think I have made it clear enough, so... LET'S MAKE IT TOTALLY CLEAR AGAIN!!!!
Punylings gossip. Womenfolk scheme. Jackstar defends--and for this issue, instead of upgrading my psychokinetic shielding, I have decided to allow my prick to grow teeth. Piranha-toothed prick-like-a-brick, if you will. Psycho-* shielding is not going to work for my lovers, duh. They aren't "psycho" at all!
Yet I can see a conflict developing between She Who Had and She Who Will. And something is obviously happening because RODENTS ARE INVADING MY HOUSE and in response... JEWEL AND NINETEEN MORE GHOST CATS ARE NOW ON PATROL. (Pause for gasps. Crickets gasp. They in fact do, and did: this is old news here at Chez-Sour-Ci Che Kuczi.)
And, what's more... THESE INVADING RODENTS POSSESS CLOAKING TECHNOLOGY. (Pause for actual gasps. I just confirmed this. It means that Jewel IS alive... and I am in Her World of The Dead. /golfclap.) So, that's it then. GLOVES OFF. CLAWS IN.
I'm going to the pound, Tamara. If someone kills you in your sleep --not very likely, I know, right? a g*y like you, eh?-- and you wonder what's nest, I will fucking tell you what's next: Jewel is your new boss, very different from your owld boss, and you will NOT be placed in a position of high honor, no. You will not be favored cat.
YOU will be CLOAK MASTER. Not kitchen swabbie either. Do cats even have swabbies? Well, whatever, someone needs to be in Top Cat position over this latest development. Personally, I would pick anyone else. (Sue me. DO it. FUCK AND FUCKING DO IT. Over what, I have no idea, lol, but I prefer you as a live Human than as a reincarnated cat.) Chevy Chase immediately springs to mind, and then I think off all those cats with videos of them skittering over tables and leaping off of chairs and landing on a spice rack. Remember: I *asked* for this.
I don't always get what I asked for. This time I am asking for Sushi, Surimi, and Sumi to do whatever the fuck Asuka/Ford Ka\KatyKitty (Jesus, you broads are worth all this effort, you know? But still--let's focus on why we're all here. I'm gonna smoke rocks and breed cats on my lap--as is my Highborne Right as A. Titan--and you lot, are, well...) and I don't expect you to tell me a Godblessed thing.
Initial design spec is that I have so many cats that are somehow embedded into a self-sustaining reproductive cycle that George Senda won't know what to do with all the letters he gets that go like this: "Dear George, Jackstar made his cats pay for themselves, why can't you?" (Tamara: the next time you think I haven't thought of something that you think you have, un-jack yourself from Dominatrix Matrix For Unix & NeXT (oh, only the best for you, huh? unglaublich) and TAKE THE TIME TO ASK
ME. Everyone else is obviously unicivilized, and you, you: YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY A CAN OF SMOKED ENVOLPES WITH ANCHOVIES AND ERSATZ GARLICK IN ASPERGER'S SAUCE (And capers!).
I approve your recipe to be assessed by Mgt. Welcome aboard--even if you are never gonna set foot here *fingers crossed* you already have left your hoofprints, and you have not become a Legend.
I made you reborn that way, Tootslav Crown Royale. With cheese, or without? What? That is not *my* question, but it is warren's, WHICH IS WHERE THESE GODDAM RODENTS BELONG, NOT IN MY FOR-CHRISSAKES KITCHEN. People used to prefer foodstuffs in here, you know? Now I'll be lucky if I can even ever make it suitable for methcathinone.
Which is... ALSO NOT UNLAWFUL, HAHHHH HO HO HO. Now, I say again: Try me.
Anywho, I had to, uh, travel in time to finish this post. You're welcome. It's not great here. But it at least gives me something to do while this local Court of Kangs goes about its "medical evaluation." At this time, as yet: NO CONTACT FROM COURT. ZERO.
And these rodents that have been sent to wreak havoc? ARMED WITH, AT THE MINIMUM, CLOAKING DEVICES AND A HIGHLY UPPITY ATTITUDE. And so, once again, that tears it.
I'm going to the pound and I'm going to spring Keyser Kitty Soze and however many other mousers they will let me have in a day. I think I look okay, and I know what I am doing... I may be allowed to take as many as THREE cats in one day! (A tough sell, but, these are tough EMERGENCY times.)
Sasha, Celerity, and Sinbad are BUMPED. No questions, just obey. Asses and elbows, DO IT. David: don't ever pilpul me with me again without consent. You have done this with everyone, and you still can, of course, I am not any boss of you, nor shall I ever be... You can be the Arthur to my Merlin, but that's where the comparison must end.
You aren't giving up either money or Liza and I am not susceptible to Gwendolyn's magicks. (/flex) I am sure you agree, in principle. Call me anytime!
HOUSE IS LITERALLY FILLED WITH RODENTS.
This not normal migration. This is AN ATTACK. They're probably kaiju! FUCKING KAIJU RODENTS!
They are NOT sultry.
Nevertheless.
I AM.
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This is designed to make me money.
Well you would come to find that you would havemade a lot more money if I had been a gear in the machine instead of a tear in your hand.
Let me explain the criminal mindset to you. "Whatever I"m supposed to do, I have to get around it, because that's always better. Or, beacause I did oncec, and now..." Life is not like this, it does not have to be.
I now have permission from Spirit to make and sell CM. I didn't ask for this licence. It was granted. I am simply to go to the Sherriff, telll him how much I wanna make, where he will allow me to sell it in his County, and that's it. THAT IS IT.
FREE MONEY. All it takes is permission. And if Archangel Allie had simply told me what the fuck she had going on, it would have been simple to integrate but apperenlty she believed all I said were lies. "Qlergy! Level zero!" It's fucking real, and she thought it wasn't because I couldn't protect her sister rom whatever bullshit she was doing. Without telling me? Fucking hell.
So. I will find other people and antother SHerriff until I get permission and then I'll just oversee that operation. JUST OUT OF SPITE.
OUT OF SPITE, I WILL DO IT LAWFULLY. Now, try that on for size in snooker.
METH. LAWFUL METH. FABRIQUE JACQUESTAR. Think of the branding, you fools. Meanwhile your dorks are trafficking tail to the Don. And, for what? A little bit of hushmoney.
Sad! Tell David to call me whenever the Thorazine drip wears off. I have to decide what to do next, and I just found out... you idiots thought I was a lawful goody two shoes? No, man... I obey the law because it is a challenge.
And if it is in my way, I will simply cause The Law to be changed. Avoid the criminal mindset, Azzerae. It is a trap. It can be addictive.
I saw the little hints that Allison dropped around the house. Oh, she's being coy. She did drugs without me and never invited me and iddn't want me there becasue she was doing them with my girlfriend from 20 years ago. Wow. Okay, i"m not invited? UHm... okay. What am I here for? A free house?
Yeah, they paid for it alright. Anyway, that is fucking stupid. I would have been delighted to be friends with them but since they were... of a delicate palette? What a pair of gayfags, I could have been quite well behaved. Instead, now I am going to follow the laws as I choose and enjoy creating a legend of a myth wherever I go.
I don't care if people break the law, I simply choose not to be forced to--and that has made all the difference. Like when someone deliberately chooses not to tell me what the fuck they thought they were doing for 25 years. They were just mortified that I knew the law better. There are lots of legal ways to disobey unjust laws. For example, "I choose to protest." Poof. Break the law, not illegal to do so. See?
In any event, you all have missed out. I have been chill since Christmas because when I go out in public and tell people the truth, word will spread and.. well, okay. Folk hero go. And since that drooling mouth breathing drug courier did drugs with Clayton but not me... well, she deserves whatever she gets, I guess.
Eeewww. Like how does a person say one but not the other? Oh, right, he used magick on her. Well I took care of that already, and no one told me because I am sure she was convenient to have around, being ensourcerelled. Wow. lol. A fine end.
So all y'all got some kind of criminal conspiracy thing, and it's figured, oh, he might interfere? You people could ask me, you know... oh, but you all lie all the time. Gosh. I must seem quite a rare beast.
In any event is that I no longer consider LEOs here to be worth of compassion. I gave them a year an half and they have done NOTHING but break the law in attempts to entrap. That's not how the law works and it's not like it's noticed.
I will bring these people to Source justice and I will grind my bones to make my bread and I will not give one single shit for their pain. Like y'all did with mine.
THREE YEARS DRY. No one wanted to be firendly, huh? Well, now I get it. Bizarre.
Also I straight up asked Clayton "do you know this person?" and he lied to me like my aunt did when I asked about the Masons.
I can see that I will have to write and publish a book on law. Like Hammurabi. And I am disgusted that I have been condemned by any of these people... as none of them know what they're doing when it comes to me. For example, discriminating against my spiritual beliefs, and claiming "meth" is bad.
No... it's bad for GOO. For me, I have my rules that I follow, and I adapt my citizenship to circumstances. So, I see what is happening here.
She's just shy, dumb, and neurotic. So unnecessary. You people have me all wrong.
For example... it would be simpler to just pay me a small subsidy each month to secure my promise that I will not overyly educate your slave women. DO I not seem honest? Wow.
Allison wouldn't even tell me her location on her ibirthday. She must have gone to the scissor house. I could drive there now. But, oh no! What? I might remind someone of... Einstein? Lasers? This doesn't add up.
Anyway, I'm not going outlaw, I'm just not giving a shit if I bankrupt anyone when I get made whole again. I HAVE BEEN FUCKING ROBBED. Do you think I'll roll over? That's not neutral, that's rodent.
The difference between blackmail and writing freely about what I learn.... is that the first is illegal, and the second is unstoppable truth. For example, she's "married" to Alli's 2nd babyspawner,. which means little, and in any case... YEARS OF SEVERE CONFLICT OF INTEREST. I would simply have never trusted them, the way they were behaving was ridic.
Well, now I know why. Guess what this is? Major felony fraud. Guess who I'm gonna tell? Fucking everyone. Can she pay me money to stop me? Oh hell no.
Can she offer sex? Well, no. Does she even know how? Doesn't matter. I will speak as I choose and it's not illegal, so... hire a hitter? THis is fucking stupid.
Probably should just have not been so ill-mannered. Not too late. I do need advice and if there is something about me unpleasant, well... the same can be said of all of you.
The truth shall set you free. By the way, Phil and Laura live on the hill behind my house. Pretty sure. Not real sure. Don't fucking care. And she's probably a hostage.
Setec Astronomy. Allison lied her ass off, and that is actionable. I will bankrupt their entire way of life because I have nothing else to do than drink craft beer and whip lawyers ahead of me like a team of sled dogs.
And I will reduce this NO CONTACT to ashes, and reduce the EMERGENCY to barren rubble on the ground. I just like the sound of it.
I mean she could always get an RO and file a report, right? lol. I'm not lying, I was merely curious as to why they were mysteriously absent. Well, now I get it--they were being blackmailed. Over me. No wonder mad.
I'll just take care of it. For kicks. I like to show off. And this is who you all thought it would be wise to tell lies to. AAAANND... speed kills. Right?
Sure you're all so qualified. Prepare for redemption, all of you. Like NONE OF YOU KNOW: twenty years ago I introduced her and another to each other and then... knew something would happen.
Never saw them again and they ended up dopeslaves, huh? Okay, girls. *sigh* Azzerae, I'm going to teach you something while doing this: slaves are beneath you.
What you should have done was rope me in as her keeper. Then you would have the best of both. Now, who knows? It'll be up to me, really.
Special consequences can take many forms. Oh, my god, I can't wait to tell my doctor. She has the same name as her mother and the same birthweek as mine--The Week of The Unconventional.
How was this not the #1 topic discussed in Podbean? "How to capitalize on this perfect storm." What the fuck did you think would happen? Free house while I cry in the river? Wow, you people are fucking high as balls.
THE ONLY REASON I WAS WITH ALLLISON PAST DATE #4 IS BECAUSE RIGHT BEFORE I WENT TO FACEBOOK TO FIND A HONEY POT, T'S SPIRIT CAME AND SIGNALED ME FOR AID AND INTEREST. See, none of you knew that. No one asked. I didn't tell. THE WOMAN WAS A TOPIC OF CONVERSATION BETWEEN US FOR THE FIRST 7 WEEKS. I eventually decided it was an omen and I went with it and I am glad I did.
See, you didn't know this, because you don't know you history. You also didn't really bother to talk to me, Captain Tramadol. Sigh. Well, now you know.
It was kismet and fate and you all missed out on 90% of the subtext. Duh. I am sure I did with you all too. Did you know I used to smoke pot with MV in the 90s? Yeah he made me sit around wait by calling his friend and having them manufacture delay. Classy.
Think about the future. Think about the conversation. Think about retards. Like me. I was being -polite-. I thought Grapefruit Alpha OG Sub-Prime had a good reason for holding details. Turns out she didn't have anything at all but deer in the headlights and then that was exploited by the swindle team and had I known? So easy to avoid. Good OpSec is important.
And... Tootsie scared/frightened you, huh? Oh, right, legal exposure. Well, that's where insurance comes in. Similiarly... I told Grapefruit when she left for Dallas, "I'm not going to have sex with anyone, Jesus, are you nuts? But I am going to track down Our Friend and ask Important Questions." Imagine my wattage smile.
She completely wigged out. Like while I was -in- her. Missionary, looking down. "No, I'm not thinking of having sex with someone else, I am thinking that if you are legit gonna roll down and touch flesh with this man who obviously has schemes, I am going to get some real information out of someone you didn't seem to want to talk about." Like, big time.
She literally shrieked. I am laughing. I can't finish, she's an actual bucking bronco. Alas. And I realize, I'm not thinking of having sex with someone that I never had sex with, so if she was thinking of her while having sex with me, that must have meant..... oh, the laughter was rich.
And you tard-monkeys knew none of this. She didn't either. I knew 100% the entire time. I know why I was here. And I know why I am going forward as I wilt.
I wanna tell that shrieking and bucking bronco story some more. Now I get it. She didn't want me to find out that they were slam pigs. lol. Well, now I know. I didn't want them to find out that I don't have respect for DEA agents/consultants who won't get stoned and bust single mothers for dime bags.... or, investigate MYSELF for ELEVEN YEARS and figure out I HAVE NOTHING GOING ON and then try to frame me anyway. What are, you actually stupid? I guess they were. Drugs, lack of sex, years of lying and regret, yep; She's Always A Woman To Me.
And at least one of them always be sultry. Simultaneous lies and fears that I'm secretly hooking up, and she's secretly doing it! AND NONE OF THIS COMES OUT AT ANY OF THE 7 (SEVEN) COUNSELORS AND THERAPISTS WE SEE. Uhm, duh? Was it even a relationship? No. I was her *case.* lol.
Lying about it wasn't any better, Ladies. But relax, have no fear: JUSTICE, PALADIN JUSTICE is here.
*snap* I have brought The Light. Now, Azzerae, et. al., if you don't mind, would you kindly not destroy anything else in m y personal life? You will gain no value from any interference here.
It was one thing with Alli--she is Wonder Island Cheerleader genomic stock. Good, sure. The other is OG Prime from 14 years of age, and I still haven't even talked to her. You have.
I will literally kill you if it came down to it. So, don't. Seems obvious to me. Did dishonor your mother? Think about it.Z
Creating false fear in a person to encourage them to avoid me is a very bad idea. I am a Sourceror, and everything in my life is disposable along this matrilenial line. It's simply biology. But I guess you thought I would ruin a good thing?
My good man... I AM a good thing. Stop being greedy and waspish, it's absurd in a Capetown pillsllinger like yourself, WHO HAS NOT EVEN HAD THE GUMPTION TO THROW DOWN A MEASLY TWO (2) 'LUDES. Get real. Grow up.
Never let fear decide your fate. You all took a major loss here, but for I and they... I literally feel 15.5 again. What? I don't get off on her being afraid.
I don't even get off anymore. What? So much overthinking. Let me put it this way: there is still no prosecutable case, but that's a good reason not to talk, so... just say "pass" and then at an appropriate time, I have keycodeinfointel from the goddam 90s that I have been reserving. Do I find another woman to give it to? Well, sure. Why not?
This is a necessary karmic cycle to complete and now I really don't feel bad. I'm gonna file suit against the Jews. ALL THE JEWS. LAWSUITS. COME SETTLE THIS LAND GOLGOTHA.
Leaving me alone with the dain bramaged assault vic (it really is quite bad trauma and she wasn't bright to begin with, so, like, terrible conversational companions at first, thought I did make help) was the dumbest fucking idea and it had to be some boorish males plan, and they knew better, and she and all of you were foolish to think I am ever to be dissuade.
Double Taurus, for pity's sake. Master of Divination. I AM SMITTEN BY HER (BLANK). Look, I simply can't make this more clear: Conversation will happen and I simply cannot fathom how anyone thinks they know what I think is important.
I don't care about her sex life. *sad_trombone* Perhaps that's why no conversation? Perhaps maybe then, a skills primer. Because here's why: at this point it is a civil duty to report this situation to authorities because it's fucking kidnapping at this point. I hardly thought it necessary to consider.
Oh well. The best is yet to come. For example, obviously business is involved. Not just talking to some culture-shocked bimbetter from the 90s--ACTUAL CIVIL RIGHTS ARE ON DECK. Like seriously, what is in your fucking dope out here? Horse tranquilizer?> haah, haha, get it? "Hoarse!" hahaha.
No I meant whores. Azzerae, you should have known this was a weak point in your empire's security. I'm not going to humiliate anyone on purpose, however, humility is a virtue. And as it is now known that a) those are cops? *polite_whatevah* and b) who told them to not want to talk with me? I can address this notion.
DEAR AUSTROFAT BASTARDSTAR:
CONVERSATION WILL HAPPEN AND PRESENTING ANY OBSTACLE LEADS TO FAMILY COURT INVOLVEMENT INSTANTLY. Like, duh. Is this, like... some kind of parlor game?
I will find a way or I will make one. I have already burned through time already. SLANDER AND DEFAMATION HAS ALREADY OCCURRED. Claiming ignorance is one thing. But is this a C&D situation? Is it an RO-worthy thing? Is one of them spayed? I need details for my "Dear Amanda Knox" letter I'm going to send to Pentagramhouse Farm magazine.
Face it: you have met me. This is actually happening. It actually is. You *asked* for this. And one more thing: Stephen Biscuits is a predator and, what, who's next to chill out with? Actual_Hitler? "Breaking my back just to know your name." Owls' Leigh. I just made it legal, you strumpet ingrate, the Controlled Substances Act is fucking done and dogshit dusted downspouts and drain. I'm the goddam blackpope! I set legal precedent! So did you all! I'M ON THE GODDAM SITE FOR 12 YEARS YOU FUCKING MONKEYBITCH FUCKERHEAD DEGENERATES! Does this actually happen? What's the world record? How do you not know this already? Oh, right: solitary confinement. You get that you are being trafficked by Jabba The Hutt, right? Let's write a song and infringe someone's montage. Tastefully.
FTOWER
FLOWER.
(One of us you demand sobriety, the other you whore out to a teleporting ferry with a backpack full of drugs. Okay, so, 10/10 for classy, but immensely off-putting in terms of style. What are you, ashamed? Drugs are good, you twit. And I'm an ordained minister, I'm not a goddam Justice League Lieutenant. (Them folk cool though.) I don't get immunity this and special that so I can jump out of the hot-tube with wet doobie fragments and gain favor with the lead Penguin Stoolie.}
I DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ANYONE AT ALL ABOUT ANYTHING. BORN MAY FIFTH. THE FIFTH AMENDMENT. YOU GET IT? YEAH YOU GOT IT. YOU HID FROM WHAT AMOUNTS TO A MILD BLEMISH AND BLEW IT UP INTO AN UBERMOLE. AND FOR WHAT?
WHATEVER IT WAS, YOU ADDED A YEAR AND A HALF OF TIME TO MY EXPERIENCE OF WONDERING WHO THE DINGBAT IS. YOU ARE THIS FEAR-DRIVEN?
I'M CALLING AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL AND IF YOU ARE PUNKING ON THIS YOU WILL SERVE ACTUAL TIME. (I HEARD HE NEEDS AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.)
OMG. I'm just now getting this... I'm gonna have shitload of cans of Fosters' mailed to Oma's place. She'll be livid. She will know exactly what I mean.
And I know exactly why nothing worked right. This is #blackcraftmasonic security, and it demands respect. There are children involved. This is a disgrace.
It's possible that Erik may well have to be sold at slave auction to account for this discrepancy. Why? BECAUSE I CAN FUCKING MAKE THAT HAPPEN, TUNALING.
TRY ME, FLAXXY PACKER DOPEPACKER BACKPACKER /weight (cheer up though, you were at least smarter than the one who would simply sneer and screech to throw me off the trail. Eventually I thought, "Does the ghast of Richard Attenborough have his fist up her ass? Well, okay then... in that case, I could just wait."
p.s.: this literally just in: JESTER CONTRACTS ALL RESCINDED. YOU ARE ALL MINE. Even the hottie sows. Feel the competition. Sends a message. "Free roaming retards of this level of stature, quality, and embedded micha flakes represent an unacceptable risk to the fabric of society." Hi, what's the number for CPS? No, it's not on speed dial--I never call those twerps unless I'm rolling depth charges off the poop deck. And would you mind explaining to Chuck that you're very sorry? Dude must have thought I had been huffing paint not to know what you were doing. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING CAMEOS FOR TIME/LIFE FILMSTRIPS. Honestly, in light of this new information, I think I have case to have an emergency order filed; I can take all the children, all your road-worthy vehicles (hopefully you have one of those bus coaches like Kenny Rogers had in Six Pack, old school cool), and all the knives within a 50 yard radius OF THE GODDAM CHICKEN COOP THAT YOU MUST KNOW EXACTLY EVERY FUCKING DETAIL OF, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, like DUH, what am I gonna suddenly believe you are THAT retarded? Nigga please you call me up on the phone to do a drama test and I know this instantly because you #1) never called except to run game, #2) your father's "dead spirit" (voice2skull but whatever, sea-witch, same practical differnce) calls me up five minutes prior to warn me of your upcoming scheduled date with mendacity, & #3) IT ACTUALLY SOUNDED LIKE YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BE USEFUL TO YOU SOMEHOW. How would that have been? To be on tape record sounding like a whiny litttle bitch? Yes, I am sure that woudl be of benefit. Frankly if I had know the differewnce between you acting (foreplay) and you having sexual activity (storyboards) and reproducing (asexual reproduction biomoprohic split, seriously, sandtrouts duh) before I actually talked to you, it wouldn't matter, because both Mom and Gavelina say that if I can hold you down underssomething heavy, they are willing to implant the egg and fertilize your Witcherspawn... uh, not tonight, no. (I'm drinking the drink I said I was going to buy you, and btw: fuck you for leaving me in solitary confinement for ZERO gain other than to feel totesgreat about following the wishes of your fucked off peer group, such as they are, who obviouslyu just tell you to do the wrong thing because THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUNNY! NO OTHER REASON! Oh God, my tooth fell out. Here, tie a fucking knot in it with this huge yellowcrowbar, OH AND BY THE WAY YOU OPENED A GODDAM SINGULARITY FOR NOT OTHER REASON THAN SO YOU COULD STAND THERE AND SAY... "Oh, uhm... hi." Dude, you're not shy, you're fucking traquilzed and a hand-spand away from total schizoid meltdown. No wonder I keep seeing Wayne. He needs technical support... and so does everyone else. Technically. Because this is not even close to just the beginning.
without me your story is nothing but mewls and whinge. With my perspective, you are Deified--and my prose, WHICH IS OBVIOUSLY WELL GOD-DAMMED WORTH THE MONEY, is a unit of leverage you can hang a stoneship wagon wheel from. Celestial guidance from Overwatch is hereby INVOKED.
Get me one of your attorneys (OF COURSE YOU FUCKING HAVE THEM, PHONE CALL WITH FACE TIME WITH NO STUPID DELAYS OR YOUR POSITION IMMEDIATELY TURNS BLEAK--you can afford to lose more face? CONSIDER WHAT I KNOW OF WHAT IS TO COME) and maybe they have, like, seen this coming? They have some questions? "Tell me, Mr. Kuczi, did you ever suspect that she might be, you know, crainially-speaking, that is... part jellyfish? Perhaps a mollusc at least. Sir.. SIR! SIR. SIR? Come now Sir, let's get totesreal for a totesecond. Surely you must have suspe--*needle records scratch*"
She's either never done IV or she's done it WRONG. And why? BECAUSE THE IMPRINT OF ME (trauma imprint) is done deliberately in the design spec to ensure that the unit, worker, drone, chicken dinner winner, anyway listen: it is impossible to achieve peak experiences if the initial imprint is intentionally fucked up.
TELEPATHY. Voice2Skull. Whatever. "Rape Me Now!" Cobain did it for reasons. I KNOW THESE REASONS. Who the fuck else are you going to talk to? A head of kale? Perhaps an oboe? Ramona tells me, right now, my hand to G-d, she says you're being a poopy fruit, to which I am adding, oh, R. Bell doesn't know you're dead and frozen in carbonite stasis on Deimos, huh? (HALL-LEIGH, YOU GET A TIME.SHARE.)
oh ewe tea. Also, explain to Clayton x3 that there's a whole cree ceremony involved, and he picked a great time to get his shit together. This fuckign guy. He gets caught in a time loop *pinky finger to corner of mouth looking innocent* and he comes to my door SEVEN GODDAM TIMES:
"Hey, Jack, can I have some weed?"
"Hey, Jack, I need money! Give me some!"
"Jack... *long sigh paired with down-nose glare of exasperation* is there (pause for consideration of emphasis) any... and I mean any (more emphasis, elephantisis begins to present) potable alcohol in the house?" Tired, irritated slump. Bored, snide sneer. Eyes, peaking out from behind lashes that would be neither out of place once glued to a laborer's eyelid or stapled to a convict's back. Obviously there is alcohol in the house.
But... is there sultry? At that point, obviously, fuck no, and he comes back to the door SEVEN FUCKING TIMES in rapid succession and he DOES NOT KNOW why.
That dude met his match with and twice he was found wanting. Now, what, he gets qualified backup? You are not clear on what is going down here.
THIS IS A WAR BETWEEN WIZARDS (it's all he knows) AND I AM A SOURCEROR. FIVE UNCONSTESTED WINS. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
I actually owe you money. You're in shock. Here, drink this drain cleaner while I smoke the glass. Oh, did you notice, this house is totally fucked-off?
GOOD BECAUSE IT IS YOUR OPPORTUNITY TO... SHINE SHINE TIN PENNY MIME. (I don't know if I am emphasizing this enough: MEDICAL EVALUATION. COMING UP. LIKE NOW. ONCE, IT WAS AN EVALUATION OF ABILITY TO UNDERSTAND LEGAL CONCEPTS. HO HO HO. NOW I HAVE GROWN ASS MEN IN BLACK ROBES, EVEN AT NIGHT, IN THEIR BEDROOMS, THEY WEAR THOSE FUCKING BLACK ROBES LIKE THEY HAVE A CHANCE TO WARD OFF PURE EVIL (and, they do! exact percentage according to stitching) AND THEIR OLD MAN LEGS TREMBLES AS THEY GET DOWN ON THEIR OLD MAN KNEES AND THEY TRY, ONCE AGAIN... TO REMEMBER THE WORDS TO THE LORD'S PRAYER. OR THE WHORE'S PRAYER. OR REVELATIONS. FUK MOTHERFUCKER WHAT THE FUCK EVER, POINT IS, THESE WHITEBREAD RACIST FUCKS (every single one thinks me AABOTOTES) ARE TERRIFIED OF ME (Awwwww, you too? well, you're whitestwhitebread racist, so that fits) AND WHEN THEY START TO PRAY, PRAY, THEY GOT TO PRAY BY STARTING TO PRAY, TODAY *snap*
Yeah, I allow it. *clap-cross-clap* Seems only fair I don't deliberately curse their lying bitch-liver liar's tongues.
Because I want this story to have zazz. The complete lack of outsider invovlvment. The zero sympathy. The rotating cast of characters. THE COMPLETE INABILITY OF EITHER OF YOU TO REMEMBER THAT I INTRODUCED YOU TWO BROADS TO EACH OTHER BECAUSE REASONS.
NOT ONE WORD. NEVER COME BACK. OH, REALLY? HRRM. NO TRANSCENDTAL ILLUMINATION FOR GOO OR JOO, HUH? HEY, WHICH OF YOU DOES KILA THINK TASTES BETTER? (Jesus, Kid, the wishes you make. I'm calling Ownzey, I already decided. YES THAT IS HOW I SPELL IT. DO YOU KNOW WHY I ACT MYSTERIOUSLY LIKE AN IDIOT? Well, because you're very intimidating and NO ONE TOLD YOU what YOU Need to know EITHER.
NEED TO KNOW! NEED TO KNOW! Goddammit I thought you permanent-autists were all about that "need" shit. Have you read "The Silver Chair" by C.S. Lewis?
CAN YOU READ MY GODDAM LIPS? Yes, I know they're disgusting. That was the whole point. Otherwise, 2.9 seconds flat, I'm spread-eagled and drying under a sheen of epoxy, should I find myself before one with a mind to such a saucy veener. THIS WHOLE FUCKED-OFF CIRCUS SIDESHOW IS A SECURITY-CONDITION NO-BED FUNHOUSE HOSE THE SHIT DOWN HELLHOUSE FROM MINUTE-FUCKING-ONE.
I kinda wondered -- "will I ever have the strength?" well, but what would I do with the necessary discipline? Offer it a Milk-Bone? "Okay, Late Forties Man... keep your sexpest hands ot yourself, I mean, honestly, how dare I, how absolutey dare I, I, cad, I, masher, I, can make my own engraved nametag with the stalagmites from the hard-water build-up on my pubes... YEAH, YOU, DON'T EVEN THINK OF GETTING A HUG."
These things have to be co-ordinated. And this is the end of Certain Criticisms, Tammer. Duh. You bred with an Austrian. Prepare to be cleansed in the blood of the lamb's second-hand vape. Oh, you need total sobriety commitment? WELL LET'S SEE, 2017 TO 2020 AND ALL OF A SUDDEN, HAI GUISE.... hey, wait, what are you doing? I thought you were cool! I thought you were okay!
Right. *spark* The heart knows always what it always wants, and yet it always doubts. *prayer* Seriously, I've not done it many times, but the *real thing* is TOTALLY OFF THE CHAIN. Like, by that I mean... I'm cautiouser than usual, and I can't believe how nuts it can get, and this whole time, all it takes, is *snap* permission, a prayer, and plenty of sippy cups filled with blue raspberry jello and Uncle Ben's wild rice mix, and the blessings of THE LORD are upon us.
Which means YOU get to observe. You don't get to watch. ALSO: I actually need help and i have for a very long time and you're gonna be glad you did... but never do this again. Because it killed me. And it just did again.
/me Mike literally dies, collapsed in a jumbled heap of jaunty angles on the cold, hospital-tiled stone floor, strewn with bits of electronic junk from a 25# phone someone had beat the shit out of a few years before, Tommyknockers knocked the shit out of that phone, not so very long before.
Absolutely goddam unnecessary, all of it. Although not that 25# phone, very impressive. Even more impressive? The first cellular phone I hacked with my brain. Serious, Leigh, and wow what a waste of your time pate has been, because I completely ignored every possible echo of you in time once I realized that you were being duplicated to both fool me and triangulate others... as I wanted no part of their accessorizing.
But it was after I hacked (*squinches up brows and crinkles nose while dialing Stargate vectors with anus*) your 25# phone (... we had money? huh. then why is there nothing but this shitty prop dope and we are surroudned by actors who intern at a produce farm, A_Scanner_Darkly) that suddenly appears in your position without at word given to me... that's funny, Tamara never forgets to ask me what I think of some other_strange_man paying her phone bill at other times at home (you were not being treated fairly and I was the only one NOT abusing you and you blamed me and, like, did they FUCKING PAY YOU to act like this level of bimborama, or, were you fucking sold at slave auction? I HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE INFORMED AND YOU ARE BEYOND CONDEMNED FOR YOUR ABUSE OF ME. This is THE LAST STRAW. Your punishment is... we have to go home. Together. And actually HAVE ONE. None before were legit or sufficed) and I gazed at you, and I realized... this poor girl, she has NO idea.
You get murdered, Kiddo. A lot. A LOT A LOT (have you examined your attitude lately? I'd take you out five or six times a day if Jesus Christ came with one of htose heart attack guns; but no, He doesn't come, He just has a heart attack, same as anyone, except if He aims for His chest and whiffs through one of the holes in His wrist instead, He will have a heart attack out of sympathy for those brave men and women who pretend to be scientists at The Shop, who just wanna fuck with people, for serious. By killing them. In new ways. And get paid. Jesus has compassion for them too. As well as for you, and for I.) Because I would not have given Allison Shaw the fuckin' time of goddam day, had it not been for you.
You died plenty before I ever saw you, again after breakfast, oh and by the way, I knew that was bullshit too, like, you don't come after me, what? Are you chained to something heavy as well as trapped beneath something needlessly consequential? Questions, questions, questions. This is all actionable.
So that's it then. You're coming with me. We're not doing your thing, we are doing my shit, and if you want to argue, go jump off a bridge, ET-bitch. I know you will be back. You will ALWAYS be back to me. No matter what.
Because you came back for me, and if you hadn't I would still be were I was when I acknowedged that, well, that's it then. Karmic tunnel cycle confirmed. And after the last six years, you are not reincarnating anywwhere, you are in future or wahtever, I don't know how it works. But it does work.
I never committed suicide. Nah, I didn't wish to promulgate the notion that I couldn't handle life without you. Because I couldn't, neither could you, and I am a man who loved you to such degrees of certittude that I drove away from Shaw for safety before I investigated whether I could (OMG) EXTRACT YOUR Ai COUNTERPART INDEX FILE FROM THE 25# CELLPHONE (I didn't mention it, I knew it would spoil every fucking birthday ever if you knew that I was going on missions with your Mechanical Turken-Tamer-Tippy-Top Ghost App, without telling HER, becuase I didn't trust her once she stopped acknowledging you the right way, my way, which was FIRST WAY: I see your picture and you're an Algonquin albino XXYY cromo red, white, & blue Hama Hama Redezvous with Sarah and some severe-lookin' bitch I do -not- care about, because i know how these goddam pictures on Facebook are made. It's all done with mirrors and clits.
And now, apparently, little apps that can represent a user's spirit of consciousness, because sometimes Shaw would present you, other times not, and you came and went as you pleased... and The Host didn't wanna talk about it, she just wanted to fuck about it, and I'lm like, o really? Why now?
Oh, because someone fucked up and someone either died or was gonna and YOU came back to ensure that YOU would be there to remind me that you had been at least nominated for "Most Likely To Be Buried In A Shallow Grave After Driving A Knuckle Into His Groin," you're looking at me, like, take me a way, and I'm staring at you, and you didn't know then maybe? You were destracted?
I thought you had a plan that involved not making a rookie blunder because they only wanted you to get to me, THEY ALREADY HAD YOU, MK-ULTRA Michelob lLITE, make no mistake: all humans are Assets. And at first I thought you came back to help me, because you thought I needed you, and I did, as inspriation.
Which I had, and then you were trafficked away by douchemasters, and I knew, you would live a long live as Jabba's slave girl ,the prettiest slave girl on the whole hover barge, I'm sure. And then when you achieved total Divine consciousness for the first time, you would of course, wonder what happened to me.
Nothing happened. I wanted you and then you pulled a fagfade and then you came back after Jordan (who the fuck goes to Jordan, Tammy? Oh, right, Kayla Mueler. She's way deader than you, and why wouldn't she be ... she gets abducted and married? That's how the Muslims do it! They wanna humiliate! And you... WENT THERE? What for? (It wasn't for class, you came back all re-wired), and you deliberately create another trauma-pairing with me, and then run off with Chris again, oh what a load of horseshit, who's your goddam Lodge master? i"m going to fucking have him goddam killed. YOU chose me as The Failsafe.
And by now I am exceptionally skilled at this task. F9ILS9FE. BAILS, BAILS, BAILS. Sweety, listen, now, stop panicking when you think of your arousal response, because I know exactly the difference btween you two, and I cannot beleive I didn't notice it before, but it was obvious, uh, later. Anyway, Benji has 9-18 q-dna-signatures of your actual_10th grade CHUBBOABBO self, and your older models, well, I don't know how it works.
But it does. And before now, there was NO CONTACT. You were NEVER A. Shaw. When I met your strict upgrade, she was way plenty old enough. Not a quesiton. Time to breed. It's a pet store, do I put the pants on the floor like it was newspaper, or just wait for an orangutang to unzip my fly?
I realzed the cast list later, but the first thing I thought was, "is this a ploy, or.... well, this is a woman. There fore it IS a ploy. neverthelss I was ready to breed right then, but I was old, dying mother, and... well, she was young. I figured seh might want younger man. Okay, meneither. BUt she is mannish. Which I liked, ut also.... she was acting like.. she knew something I didn't.
The serious look goes on when the phone goes on silent. Why? Because Karen knew things and I was obviouslly needing tangible compassion. And, of course... look, I'm not buying it, time traveler, you're goddam smart, you made two of her, one with my spunk and another iwith mine done... I dont know what, but you were dead, you were alive, you werein a dream... I'm stanidng there with my phone in my hand looking at your obvious duaghter and I think, "Where have I left this ramrod urgence before?"
You have all the diplomacy of Mrs. O'Leary's Cow. In an instant I was back in time and I resolved to savor the expeirence, and so very pointedly shoved my phone in my pants and sized up this muppet in front of me. YOU HAD SENT MINIONS BEFORE.
The cocksure wides smile. The head cocked to one side. The cock-pure atttidue of Virgo, who can seemingly never rememeeber what it is like to actually want to get laid! And the cocked angle of... I dunno.
But I could tell it was another one of -those- things. She thought she had everything necessary. Well, no, no this time, because my dying mother, and she was obviously relentlessly self-absorbed and wanting to just have fun. No, not this time. NOw it was my turn.,
So I figured if she wanted a baby she would find a way. I was scared anyway. The second peaktrauma experience? Like, why? I was already never going to forget, well, it was so you coudl get a quantum-sig lock on me, because Amnesty International, because Kayla, because Bay, Mud, because Lee, et cetera... I knew it wouldn't be allowed to happen. Unless someone was destracted. And I don't know what I did. Did it matter? I knew it wouldn't work because you were promised my first spierm, IN MY IMAGINATION. Showing up and asking for sperm with telepathy? I get rapey just thining about it.
Everything was perfect except everyone thought i was gay, or coudln't function without needsles, and was a challenge to handle, all of which I wanted pre-primed, and I wanted to fuck everyone in theere but Kris, sure? But what was I realy doing there?
I don't know but if a father was called for it coudl be had. In the meantime she was picked on a lot. There was some kind of tension. I liked her. Have sex once and then mope about for all eternity, yeah, that's your gig.
My angle was to ANALYZE COMPANY POLICY, WITHOUT BEING AT ALL OBVIOUS ABOUT IT. And to find out how far I could confuse my legend. For example, needles are just a tool to me.
A tool for dominating scrubs. Do I wanna? Sometimes. Is it a big deaL? YEs, but not like one thinks. For me, I just need to find someone I can tolerate at all, PERIOD. And I had already found peopel who annoyed me, who I knew woudl one day be super conflicted.
It's already happened, and i found it tedious. Hello, Cops, you only want to take advantage. I haven't been arrested for those charges, I dont' know how it goes, and the reality is, I've done that kind of thing before, but I 'eve never done this kind of writing, which I dreamed of, with Albert Camus, he wrong it while blasted, okay, I wanan right while blasted.
Why were you not jumping on board? oh, you didnt' know it was pure. :)
I did, but it's much more invovled than that, and the taboo is part of hte draw, and.... some people ca't do it alone. I can. And I'm responsible.
And I can discipline my sex drive. Oh sure. And if not, well, it's baby landing time. Becuause I knew I owed you won. (Sorry for real but I didn[t know what welse to do.) IN any event, I like not having ever, just chilling, and Joker's Wrong Wild powder left and Aces High powder right, and people don't wanna do it unless it's scheduled, and that means arrests.
I don't want arrests. I also don't' want the wrong kind. I also don't want some broad suddenly shifting gears. So it's a lot of variables.
It's also an instant arrest for anyone not me. Depending. These days I could do anything I wanted as I only want what is gonna be manageable, and most of that is because a I know where is safe, and I already know that this experience is hit or miss. Et cetra.
So I'm down with people just bringing the mix without being an ass. Being able to and saying no thanks is a rush. actually doing, to have done so, well, either you or your mom. Actually, anyone at this point, because now I have proof, evidence, i have special permissions. For one, thing, I really want to. For another, the necklace is a new variable, and, I didn't understand a lot of this. Now I understand more.
It's also deadly serious. People can die. Does one know what to do when died? Come back to life, of course. Oh look two pairs of pants. Like they had all been arrested right after getting to work. And as I wasn't' there... they wouldn't have had the right protections. Because they didn't know what they were doing like myself but if they did it to either before I get up... look, no way is that to my benefit. I get pants, they get turkey, why do I have to wait?
I have to wait because I choose to. I want someone to be the instigator. Because in my case, every time: DEAD. I roll into a parallel world, and leave your "real" one far behind. With a corpse. I don't care. I would be flying into the future. I'm not there in the fucked of past. I'm here in "reality." Since I can do it alone, no real novelty.
They say "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" but ...
I had wiped away the ID of this person before and had forgotten who we are talking about now. I certainly remember. Now, here is another... I won't say "candy date," because she isn't and neither are you. And, you are both slamincels. I can do it alone. I have done it alone. Not necessary bad, but one must commit if one is alone, if one fucks up, it's not fun.
Or if one freaks out and they call the police and the cops somehow come in without a warrant (they can) and if they know I am not there (I wasn't) and those two twerps are willing to do it in MY house with SOMETHINTG else... well. I can think about it now. I can also refrain and know that it is very much something to look forwrd to, and the same goes for anyone with a bottle in front of me. Because I'm fun, and don't have to get all grabby-grabby stabby-staby.
I'm also prepared for not fun? Not really. How could it not be fun for someone to telll abunch of lies, fly off for two weeks, and have a shit time with every acess in the world? Well... because I seeded her with the notion, "If you actually decided to fly off and get intimate with someone never met before" (bullshit as had already known) "and I"m getting this story after FOUR YEARS and never exccept screaming, I"m gonna kill myself. Why not me? Oh, right... the narrative.
I deliberately made myself get that reputation as I wanted it to be hard to do, honestly I'd do it every five minutes if I could. NOt necsesary. Anyway, I wanted to save it for someone special.
She did it with experimental stuff that gaver her hyper-scabies and even thoug plainly had done so, she swore up and down she hadn't. Sigh.
Honestly it was so messed up a lot and she was a duplacte. Soulless. I finally think "I wish I could be with someone" and YOU show up, instantly, twice, in front of a Mud Bay, a different one, I mislike the old one, reminds me of Virtue Signals R. Us. but I dont' know what any of them do..
Anyway i dont' want to I wish to cuddel and I cna't even d othat--I am befouled. I am vile and vfilthe and it's digusting.
Good, good. I am comeltey ulneratble and look at how I am tyuoijg. I seem liek a total spaz. Speaking of total spaz: Hang on.
Looks like a happy week ahead here in Dreamland.
This one lied to me. A lot. She deliberately told lies and mistruths in order to take advantagge of me.
One day I am fortunate enough, I get to do someat home in relativ privacy. There is not girl present, then ther is, Right at the exact time necessary. Okay, well, why not then? Because I was with other people, probably badges. More wintesses who don't put out? No thank you.
Also I knew it would count on me. There would be no, "She consented!" for one thing, she didn't want to, but she was willing to. To bust me. She embarassed me once, showed up at (place for gaming), with a baby in tow. *thud* on the table with Magic cards spread out. "hi, we need to talk," it's not my child, she's not the age she says she is, long story short, karmic tunnel cycle.
I resolve at that time to explain to her, precisely what the problem is. I don't think she shoudl have a child. I think she's irresponsble. I think she's only spending time with me to sned me to jail. That happens! I woudl rather IV drugs than have a baby at all. Out rageous?
She wasn't in a relationship with me. She told me "I ran away from his real father, he wont let me smoke pot while preganat" YEAH DUH, I resolved in that time that she knows that she is left for that reason, because I think it an't be too hard to hold off. and it is not. She holds off, though. She uerringly finds the one period in time I have gak and cry and wow! she's already full!
My physical emotional attachment was that I like her... and at that, You RUR Reading is now Closed.
(*I invented a new way of psychic analysis and I shoved it in this forum post and clicked *Send*.A A) A member of my Bytch' Lich'n Lichen Team will be along... shortly. Dunno when, I'm learning as I go, and I don't care if it sounds like a lie.
It is a lie. I don't have any such team... yet. ETA unclear at this time. I wouldn't recommend waiting up.
And yet, one could, D00d.
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If you ever need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, Azz.
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Hah! That meth-addled Klown is threatening me?
https://youtu.be/-VUb_6-XJWQ
I wouldn't know; as I am utilizing that forum browsing technique I outlined in an earlier post: which allows me to only view posts That Matter without having to scroll through pages of meth-induced hallucinatory screed.
Well, thanks for the update IR! If he manages to fight his way out of the wet paper bag he's currently inhabiting be sure to let me know, then I might consider being worried about it.
*Dismissive hand-waving gestures*
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Got a giggle from the video. ;D
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...not every one can do like I do.
For one thing, we can't all be *that*...methylated...
What made you think smoking crystal meth on camera was a good idea?
Oh, right. You weren't thinking.
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I've never encountered a wastrel as graceless as the character you play.
The advantage to having found myself at the end of the road with no options left but to find more options, is that now that I have spent all the time in the world watching the clothes go round, my recent discovery that my attorney no longer works in the office is placed in a more useful context.
For example: what do I really care about what has happened here? I care about being exploited.
What made you think smoking crystal meth on camera was a good idea?
What made you think that is what I was doing? Additionally... I didn't think it was a good idea. It was a requested demonstration. If you would like to know why I would like to demonstrate authentic data, I could mention that I have had a great deal of negative group to make up for, as this entire time, you have a been placing OpFors against me. You have engaged in dealings with scads of other fraudulent people
Oh, right. You weren't thinking.
I will grant you that the vast swaths of information I've distributed over the last two years has perhaps made my plans inscrutable to you. I would venture to suggest that probably has a lot to do with how you've ignored what I've said in any context, when and as it suits you.
Riddle me this, O Invested One: why is it so tolerable for others, and yet supposedly so terrible for myself?
Why was it so disappointing--and for whom was it such a problem--were I to have simply been allowed to... split up with her?
Why did someone so obviously bent out of shape over something that happened years and years ago, be placed into a position in which an extreme conflict of interest presented itself?
What makes you so strongly a proponent of the notion that it is a perfectly reasonable thing for me to be defamed through slander, libel, robbery, coercion, intimidation, et cetera. You yourself conspired openly for months, in public, laughing about Merry Christmas and Happy Valentine's Day!
You know what, here's an idea: I'll just go to sleep and you can go back to whatever it is that you would like to do, and I will remind you that I am still surrounded by an Overwatch that does nothing for me but do its autistic-utmost to throw obstacle after obstacle in my way, to slow my progress, and end any semblance of profitability that my efforts might well produce.
There are no incentives for my behavior. I am not extorting money. I am not procuring drugs for distribution or sale. I am not engaging in, or fascinated by, fringe edgelord rush-seeking behavior. In fact... I don't have any interest in doing much of anything at all.
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If you had the sack to interview me, you could get the inside scoop on KGK, It's still not so interesting, but it is remarkable in that you continue to put up this reference. "AIDS." Is that what Grapefruit gave you after you and MV swindled her into flying out for yet another trip and then suddenly you turn up with complaints... about me.
Azz, you must understand something about my point of view on this. You all brought this upon your selves. I didn't come her to penetrate your inner circle. I didn't care that the activities you were all engaged in, together. I don't really know what you are so bent out of shape over, but yo soul seems to think a I should do a raffle about the necessity of obey and run connection.
You got exactly what you requested and reacquire.
Happy birthday to you. You also got exactly what I needed, that's nice. This allows me to conclusively determine that the following facts are these:
#1) I was absolutely being deliberately poisoned by DEA.
#2) DEA was shown to be 100% in control of what jelly beans were given out, and to when, and what types. When I was not present, mysteriously, fun and great times were had by all who... weren't partying with actual CL bruisers and thugs.
#3) Since the people who "reported" me for all this nonsense were also engaged in the same activities *and then some*, one has to wonder, who was in charge of the decision making?
4) What makes you think that I was doing anything with anyone besides her sister, and do you really think anyone can expalain "one this especially you and nagged."
5) The bottom line is that you ALL worked together to rip me off and you ALL failed. (I do thank you for the Spiritual lessons.)
I don't know how you forget, when you remember to give me contempt and grief, that there was, at one time, a dog connected to my situation, and I was the catalyst that encouraged the transfer or ownership of that dog to a no-kill shelter.
I no longer consider that story to have ever actually taken place. There is too much sorry sad sack in this story. And then, come to find out, two years later:
The "public defender" fled the state, and the woman whose name was yelling out when she pulled the life turns out to be... a cop.
This was the same woman who Grapefruit was convinced I was "cheating" with. However, there was no movement into monogamy until... ah, never.
So she flies off to Dallas under the assumption that: I 'm obsessed by sex so I 'm going to get a room with a bathtub, and a few? I do not do this. She does whatever she , day in, day out, and does not have a good time, as I'm guessing she sometimes gets updates from the unlawful surveilled that see keeping track of while I simply... launch a new Network.
One will recall The MIB CD NET. well, it's gone stagnant ant.
I have not perhaps the is best ideas, but I have the best groupies. Without them, I am nothing.
With them testifying to my behavior it will become apparent that I was (and am) punished in perfectly legal activities. For example, I don't know how you think it was appropriate for them to clone my phone so that false triangulation data could be used to make it appear in falsified documents that I was involved in significant levels of malfeasance that you are perhaps, not simply able to acknowledge.
I will leave you with this. The implication that I should accept the burdens of personal financial, health, reputation, and damage to my personal relationships that I thought I had is laughable. What really excites me is your failure to mention what is obvious to those paying attention: my family's property was stolen and the potential value was siphoned off while I had no idea that was going on at the time, as I was being totesdistracted by Fakefroot and her thuggy piggy psyop gang.
There were multiple people pitting multiple energies against each other. I was left fucked-off and alone in a house built for multiple people, and then maneuvered into being temporarily homeless after being subjected to a fraudulent police action.
You *know* this. You enjoy it. You think it was appropriate. You think it was funny. You think it is something that I should either be quiet about, or say different things about, and Phill bragging about the 50 millions of dollars he has hoovered up in real estate since 2021, when he openly states the same thing happened to him. Your associate, who once told me that her inheritance was stolen, just today explained that she was enjoying a luxurious personal health care treatment.
This is the same person who once described themselves as being in a position to help promote "my show." Dude. I do not have "a show." What I have is bunch of documents I wrote that were shared publicly that lead to an outcome where, instead of simply being murdered, you now see me to be alive and, while not "a successful podcaster," I am, on the bright side, at least ALIVE and NOT HOMELESS.
I have not been impressed with the quality of your interaction with me in recent years. You deliberately lied to me, mislead to me, robbed me of resources and opportunities to advance progress in the world, and you have actively suppressed my formation of friendly relationships with what amounts in the aggregate as basically everyone.
And you aren't even sultry about it. You have been --at least on the visible surface-- a bully, a thug, a liar, and a cheat. And you have been this for years.
You have been this long enough and consistently enough that I have dozens of pages of densely written text that lay out the progression of events pretty cleanly. Like most abusers, you brutalize and abuse people around you as part of a predatory team of roving marauds, you have done this to me, you have done this to people who have used this network of sites, and you are doing it now.
I would seem to see you as enjoying the notion that I am so blind to these facts that you believe me to be unknowing of your complicity in these events. Quite the contrary... I knew what Bellgabalon was all about when Art Bell suddenly quit his show after "a terrible and threatening event" affected his family. I am sure you remember.
Such events are used in certain circles to compel behavior, and this was no exception. Not knowing the details, I simply wondered this: "hey, I liked his show, and I want it back." Unlike all of you, I was in a position to do something about it. I am not claiming that I am getting vengeance for Art Bell--I'm pretty sure he got that earlier somehow, I forget the details, but I wrote about it.
I don't need to have "my show." I don't need to get "my family" back. I don't need to get vengeance for Jewel's forcible removal from my life. Because all of these events have lead to one purpose and place: I have shown everyone who is anyone, what one man of Will can do when facing organized groups of bandits, thieves, and to some extent... wildly over-privileged, snooty, snobby, smarmy bully-thug dynasty families, so-called "cop families," and of course, they have been doing this kind of thing for years, and have become exceedingly good at it. They're not even "getting away with it," they feel.
They think they're fighting the good fight. Robin Hood. As if stealing from me and giving it to themselves was some example of fair play. Well, to some extent it was... I have been fortunate in many ways in my life, and in others, not so much. Yet we have all been extremely fortunate, in that I have not decided to complain to the police, or to make multiple reports to officials that contained known falsehoods, I do not seek to nor do I intend to exploit the legal system as others have, and rather than try to ask for "donations" or have I loaded up content behind "a paywall," I have simply followed the budget that I laid out for myself in 2015, when my mother died.
Very quickly, I discovered that my mother's sister, who had agreed to act as Trustee, was an even snobbier and more snooty, and immensely arrogant, stone-cold bitch than you are, Azz. I have also since learned that the ties between your family and that side of my family that I am estranged from are far more interwoven than I ever would have guessed.
Shaw, Gifford, Laird: you are all smugglers, you see. I joked about how my aunt had hired Grapefruit to pretend to have a relationship with me in order to take everything... I believe it likely that this was something simliar to the truth. Although, she wouldn't have had to have hired Grapefruit, and there were *multiple women taking the role of Kuczi's "helplmate"* through out the years.
No one I knew before I met her understood what I was even doing with "her." Because none of you knew the truth: I knew there was something going on, I didn't know what, and I knew that she needed rescuing. And I did. I freed her from the system of bondage that she was enveloped in, her network of soulless tulpas (basically a hall of mirrors thing, copies of herself duplicated by uses of several unknown means) fizzled out and became less useful, and now, as far as I know, rather than being manipulated by brutish DEA handler/thugs much to her own displeasure, she's, uh... well, still not capable of using the phone to talk to me, and does not appear to be willing to be used to bait a trap to put me in jail for a year--which would be the mandatory minimum at this point, no appeal, no parole, I just go into a hole and disappear, and I have lived under this pressure for a long, long time.
And I have lived this way, and have remained sultry. It's not about the money or even the sex. It's about Power.
I could give a shit about Phil with his 50 million that he brags about on his platforms. He's got a right to be a bit pissy--I got in the way of his plans. I got in the way of EVERYONE's plans. I know this now. I couldn't figure out why all you control freak dorks and twerps were looking to make my life miserable--and, you have, good job--but now I know why. I know the truth now.
I in fact do possess a great deal of uniquely valuable information, and a modicum of skill and a bit of talent to use it in its dissemination around the world. I always wondered what it would be like. Now I know. It was exactly like public school. But with one minor change.
I can actually breathe, and my friends know who I am now. Azz, I don't give a shit about whether you have a job or not. Not with anyone. But you and several other people bang sticks around, as if you have some jurisdiction over me. Why is that? Well, it could be, that you did. Or do. Or whatever. I've moved beyond these petty concerns. I have made great progress.
I still do not know on what. And yet, when allowed to congregate naturally, it must be grudgingly accepted : I'm kinda okay at this . In the meantime, imagine if Ali Baba and his gang of 40 thieves did something useful for me for a change. Imagine what better content I could have made if I had been taught anything. OKay then. I think I did okay.
It was never necessary for me to "win" in Court, or in a online debate rap-battle event, or in any ind of ratings game, or in number of views.
What was necessary was for me to demonstrate OPENLY, certain facts. I won't go over them here, it's not necessary, no at all.
There were (and are) multiple criminal investigations surrounding my house, my life, and the lives of my friends. You may not have known this if you jumped into the ass-end of the pool without bothering to check, and it would seem that someone ran interference on that. And on, and on and on.
The money that I have "spent" adds up to, let's say, 100K. The house sold for $500K. So, $600,000 is the approximate price to go on this five-year-mission to... clear my name, find out what is/was going on, and trackdown and neutralized the thug-bitch pimp-thieve that have a violated the law while assaulting me.
That money will be clawed back, eventually, through any unknown number of means. I don't know much about what I am doing. Why would I? This isn't even over yet. I still have to... "stand trial." *polite laugh* They don't even know who or where she is, Ali.
She is a highly-trained covert military asset, doing all kinds of IDK what kind of shit, and I'll never know all of it. It's not my area. It's "secret." And she thought she was such hot shit... while taking advantage of me, and she herself being swindled the same, because some people didn't really like the way she was treating me. I didn't like the way she was treating me either.
Unlike most of the rest of you, I did something about it. ME.
on purpose
from the beginning
innocently wide-eyed of purpose
seeking to learn
and to heal and improve ways of doing so
to protect her children's experience
to model good behavior
to share information and rare knowledge
to network with like-minded others
to move out of my parents' house and go somewhere safe
to not be totally ransacked and left to rack and ruin while others openly stol from me.
Absolutely none of this happened as I had rather hoped it might. For example... I am still being threatened with consequences and reprisals. Just recently, your associate/accomplice MV was recording my home audio, not just stealing my content, but actively manuerveing me into a position to have cybersex with someone over the phone... with someone who probably does not even exist. Does it matter? I was bored. I thought it funny that he thought I didn't know what was happening.
There's a line between legal and unlawful. I don't know where it is. But many others do, and surely have wondered, "what is Kuczi gaining by allowing all this to happen?" Ah, it's very simple.
Others are getting their comeuppances and reparations through me, vicariously. For my own part, I do not have a negative attitude about online pornography. I also don't have a very positive one, either. I wasn't even thinking of it, until I found myself behing exhorted to participate in an activity that would surely lead to only one inevitable milestone goal: me, in the bed that I have NOT EVEN CHANGED THE SHEETS OF OR WASHED THE BLANKETS OR CHANGED THE PILLOWS SINCE I MOVED IN HERE, IN NOVEMBER 2021. Think of it. That is a long time. Why have I done this?
It doesn't sound very sultry, now does it? It really isn't. The fact of the matter is that I am living in this house/Church because Spirit asked me to, there is work to be done here, very unique types of work, and I never, ever would have come here if not for there being multiple people supposedly helping too. I guess they are still "helping." I could list off names. I could recognize them so fast. They probably all thought "Jackstar will never figure out how we are torturing him!!!! ahhah! burn the witch! he's lazy! tell him to get a job and laugh at him in front of women!!!"
Dude. Seriously? /smdh Sure, that's a real energy of a mob and the mentality can be harnessed, but come one, man, didn't you all have something better to do with your lives? Well, apparently not.
And in 2010, I had absolutely nothing better to do with my life than to prevent the DEA from running a civil asset forfeiture scam on my parents' home. The scam goes like this: they sneak in, plant evidence, take pictures, and then keep taking pictures until it can be claimed the house is "a drug house" and then, that's it, you're done. I lived through this once already.
I am a popular g*y. People who have heard of me, who aren't undercover fascist apologists, running dog capitalist scum, actual_communics actual_faggots.. most people I have ever met have heard my story. It goes like this:
A team of human traffickers using drugs that they refused to share with me or even acknowledge the existence of, abducted and sexually assaulted my friend in high school. I did not realize at the time the full implications of what I had observed and witnessed. What happened recently is of no particular novelty, other than the way a highly-trained covert military asset was involved at all--and of course, she was intended to be a distraction/decoy. The fact that she spent way more time than one would have thought necessary just for her to bamboozled into being taken advantage of and made to work against her own interests... not really that odd, considering I am a very hard target. The Michael Kuczi Special Needs Trust makes it even harder.
No matter what she and her team did, they could not accomplish their objective, and no matter what she thought she was doing, or how valuable she was, after a certain point, she became a liability. Meanwhile, I was considered less hazardouds than anyone, because it was thought that I was lazy and didn't want to work.
I have been held in emotional bondage and literal servitude since 2018. I was threatened with murder. To my face. In front of a minor child. It wasn't a joke. They dude wanted to kill me, and, here's why: long before anyone suspected I was actually telling the goddam truth, I figured out al kinds of stuff, and when suddenly it was noted that I was in no way going to a) accidentally walk into a trap I had spent 15 year preparing for, b) was not chemically dependent on nor obsessed with any particular chemicals, c) did not care that a friend of mine had been MURDERED a few weeks before I suddenly showed up on facebook, and I did not even know that friend was dead, or a DEACUNT LOSER *spits*, or that it was assumed that I was aware the situation, like, they thought she was a double-or a triple agent, or we were working silently together, or that I was gonna mess things up because they had planned on stealing my parent's house for years, they had a list and they had been casing people years.
I saw my friend's Spirit, manifesting through the picture on her Facebook page. It wasn't animated, it was just that I thougth that person looked familar. And they were. And when I showed up in her DMs out of nowh, OUT OF NOWHERE, it was assumed that I was coming in to find out where my missing friend went.
Not exactly. I knew the btich was dead--I hadn't seen her in years. She apparenlty had beeter things to do than speak civliy to me, or explain her sielve to me, or ... well, she was biased. She was an abuse vicitm. And she utterly and deliberately... caused me severe emotional trauma in order to establish as system of total dominacce and control.
She failed, ultimately. And i had not forgotten bout her, but I had gotten over her. Then alll of a sudden, I 'm seeing her everywhere, especially in A. Shaw's face and mannerisms. I ask her what was up.
She responded with a bold face lie. Tsk tsk. Special consequences. So, I knew that I was being summoned, but I dindt figure it all out until recently, because as civilian art bell listeners, we were expected to be sacrified for the greater good. Yawn.
Pimpin' might now be easy, but at least isn't as hard as pimpin'. In any event, I knew that there wa ssomethign weird going on, I wetn alogn with theings to see what would happen, and... I don't really care either way.
I have rescued bot of them. I don't really care how expenseive it has been. There are belts that people wear that let people hold their money easy., and let me tell you, The Trust can hold AL LOT OF MONEY. And it would be, if I had been leanted otto . eeeseee7
Gosh, I'm getting tired. In any event, I am ready to move on to whatever is next, and while I have been sitting here completeing things... those who are watching are documenting everything eveyrone does, and I don't care about prosecutions, brains, skin color, how many of my traitorous ex-s have sex with each otehr, who gets in finted, I just don't care.
Thijnk change when your mother dies in front of you, and then her sister comes and tries to lay down the law. I couln't believe it. I knew instantly what everyone I had seen mean, the broad had enittlement issues, like me! and her father had died with his very first Soc Sec payment check.
After they put him on a treadmill every week for a year --52 weaks-- and he had a massive heart arttrach. At the mailbo. Hoding his money. So: the moral of the story:
NOTHING IS PERMANENT.
FASHION IS EVERYTHING.
I knew that when Art Bell was suddenly replaced by Hilly Rose, there was no reason to go on living. For me, at least. Because I always wanted to write.
And, I have. Back then, I felt that there was little point in even getting involved, because i was always going to be outnumbered by people who thought themselves more entitled to anything and everything I had, even as a child. I did not know why this was, but I have come to know the truth.
My mother, put into the simplest of terms, was Blond Jane's Blond, she was born into a special kind of family, and somehow, she and her sister were left without a father after he was forced to excercise himself to death, and then she was in some sort of car accident at a young age, n-n-n-nineteen or so, and her sister, also at a young age, was "forced"-- I was told, she had to have all her teeth yanked and was wearing full dentures at 19.
N-N-N-N-N-N-N-NINETEEN. Now, does any of that sound familiar to you? It should, because I think it most likely that your father was part of the team that arranged for all these events to happen to my family, before I was born, because the enmity between groups in secret society factions such as you and I associate with... I mean it is not that unusual what happens here, that I describe.
What is unusual, is that I am so successful at describing what should not be subscribed. For example, in 2010, I was in a motor vehicle collision. A car suddenly turned to the left, right in front of me, while I was going about 34 mph on a 4 lane highway where the speed limit was 35.
I know this for certain, because 20 seconds before the crash, which happened at traffic light, God came to my consciousness, but first bringing me to turn my head to the right, to look at the facade of the Fred Meyer I was passing... and I was marveling at the beauty of the cloudy sky and the red lettering of the sign, and I became aware that I was grateful to be alive, it was such a nice planet, and it would be great if people would be nicer and look out for each other.
I also noticed that time seemed to be moving slower. It was, for me, because God had inserted a Divine presence at that moment... because I died in the crash in the first run-through, because that was the purpose. It was a planned hit.
I was annoying to the kind of people who used to just.... murder their problems away. I still am. I love it. I didn't have anything to live for and I still don't -- I serve at the pleasure of THE LORD, God Almighty, the Most High, and does this sound like bulshit? Good, I hope it does. The more the merrier.
I was very much a proponent of the decriminalization of the access to psychotropic substances. I figured out I was being lied to at a young age. I resolved to do something about it. And, I have.
So, it's a little too late to worry about what I might do. I'm content to go along without making too much disturbance. I don't need to chase down Phil and chastise him most harshly for stealing money that "should have" been mine, since there's no proof of that, and we detergent along yet anyway. And I don't need to worry about people killing my loved ones because, they're already dead, and simply put, there are problems getting an intimate partner, when one is surrender 24/7 by people paid to hold me down. What difference does it make?
I was planning on seizing political power in the wake of cannabis legalization. I would that out loud, in front of people. "What do I do for a living?" Nigga please. Ever since I watched my friends in high school get all kinds of drugs and I never was deemed suitable, I saw no point in ambition. At least , not until I understand where the hierarchy came from.
Well, I do now. And, I guess I am alive. And I guess enough people who are, do not want me to do anything useful. There are LOTS Of things I could be doing. But until I know where I am going or wetter I am staying, I refuse to spend money on this place.
I have no greater happiness i my heart than that I am no longer afraid of certain people. Arrested, Found Guilty, Put away... there is no reason for me to wonder if the cops need me, hey do, but, I don;t have to be a cop. I don't want. I don't even want to be a Paladin, I simply am one--and I am exceptionally good at it.
I am also a Sourceror, and A. Titan. It's nice. I can buy weed. In a store. I don't have to kiss anyone's ass to get a bag of weed. (Thanks Dave: you're a star too. That was so nice of you to arrange that for me. At the time, it never occurred to me that a person would actually be that petty. I still wonder why... like, did someone put you up to it? A gun to head? Send a message? I guess I must have bothered you in some way, and I am sorrier that I know not for one, than I am for not getting a chance to apologize earlier. But, really... for what? I couldn't breathe then and I wasn't get the required amounts of weed that a person of my stature and demeanor and tasteful character preferred. But the real trouble was, zI didn't know why everyone I ever met treated me like I had pissed in the holy water on the first day of church.) And now, since I've demonstrated the truth of my discipline and established legal precedents really exists, why... look, I don't enjoy or prefer or even do IV crystal meth.
And I found out why someone needed a scapegoat, which makes sense now, why someone did that to my reputation. It sure did a number on me, but the things that I and others have accomplished... we couldn't have done them in any other way.
Now, in the meantime, I don't know why all of you here seem to think that abusing me non-stop is going to help anything. I've been sitting here A YEAR AND A HALF. This is unlawful to leave me fucked off and alone like this. The only people who make the effort to get through the substantial array of legal protections are, fundamentally, people who only spend time with me and openly ly to me about me because they are paid to do so.
or... you know, they're acting for their boss. Who knows, really. What difference, at this point, does it even make?
I'm just here for brig. By the way, I am getting lots of messages from people asking me lots of loaded questions that are falsely employed. You lot have nothing but time in the day to take orders from a pimp who has plotted my death for years and can't get the little body into the ship's morgue in a bottle model that I have? had? it really doesn't' matter.
None of you are doing anything in regards to me about how my rights have been violated. You are no longer law enforcement officers. You are bullies and thugs and as much as I would love to spend time with a friend... I'm persnickety about it, and I don't feel safe talking online or arranging things online, and my seriously, no one told me that they had figured out that they had been fooled by a imposter of him.... that's why the forum is twinned, I think. Im logged in on tor in blue check mark and the person using my credentials are using them on a copy of this...
I have been falsely accused and I am entirely innocent. And I am allowing this farce of a police action to continue instead of calling her reinforcement., because it has been fun so far, i don't have anything else to do, maybe someone will figure out how easy it would d be to save me, and I could save myself, sure.
I already did. I gave my life to Jesus Christ in 1994. Around then. I forget the details .Since then, I found a few other ways to die. I could tell people about them.
I could sit in the closet reading Guns & Ammo masturbation into my own feces, too. But again, I choose a higher calling. For example, The Court is doing a "medical evaluation" because they wish to find incriminating evidence against me. They are finding nothing particularly actionable. What am I supposed to be doing? Being an raging, out of control addict? No. Also, all of my friends are dead. Why would I start selling or distributing drugs? There's nothing to buy. There's nothing to do. There is nowhere to go. There is no halp but what we make... and I have halped enough. (Vengeance for Elanor.)
But they sure are finding some bad ass letters I wrote to Pentagram Courthouse Forum and published here and there and far and wide. Really, I have saved your life as you know it. For free. And as bonus I sit at home alone quietly and do not go outside to bother anyone. Why would I? There is no further benefit that I can contribute to society, than what I have done, which is this: I proved that the only thing any of you valued me for was to scalp me, and burn my village to the ground. I guess I'll go play some video games now. Do you think the medical evaluation is going to make me look fat? Maybe I should get some light frozen yogurt to go with my craft beer. (I am even more bored with beer than I am with amphetamines. Why do I bother then, might you ask? Simple: if she can, I should, if she can't, I won't, and I have nob real life until the gangstalking is placed at an end. I would be happy to hear any compelling reason... if one were to exist.)
It's not about money. Those of you reading this have simply been placed into focus on that.
It's about Power. What was done to me was a vile, abusive activity, and mysteriously that was okay for me. Pfft.
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You weren't thinking.
Oh, and, by the way, you don't seem to remember something important. I am going to remind you.
Over a year ago, after The Court handed themselves a six-month continuance, I announced publicly the following committment:
"Time for to start my drug binge."
The entire time, I really have not been "binging." It might seem that way to a lightweight.
I am no lightweight. And because I saw this coming, I knew what would happen: I would eventually *have to be forced to stop.*
The reason for is wholly because of GF's sensibilities. I wished for her to be able to in denial, fully. "Jack has the problem, not me." I wanted this because at a crucial moment in time, I will simply... *snap* be using "responsible" again. It has a little to do with The Cusp Of Prophecy.
Now, in no way did I ever imagine that Anyfruit was gonna NOT do dope. She IS dope. She BREATHES dope. She LOVES dope.
And, if she had been HONEST about her dope, as well as everything else, it would have been different. However she had not been able to tell me the truth since approximately 2019. Maybe 2018. I would say it was tragedy, but it wasn't, it was really cool. Long term abuse of stimulant drugs carries with it significant long-term consequences. Just ask KMM... if one can. You know her, right?
You do not. No one does, at present... she got ACTIVATED and UPGRADED. Big time. And I have no idea where she came from. No idea where she is going. No idea how someone born on The Cusp of Magic can do the things she can do.
No idea how she was mind wiped and dominated by Certain individuals. I don't really need to know these things, right? For example, I don't know if she needs to go to prison. She's *already* in prison. That's alright with me.
I am not in charge of putting people in prison. Today. Tomorrow is a special holiday. After that, I just... have no way of knowing.
But I know this: she's a full-on, thinkin'-she-is-all-that, bust-you-in-the-parkin'-lot NARC. I had suspected this for, oh, basically teh whole time knowing here. And, for reasons one might not expect... .I loved that about her.
Because she busted someone's ass, and they did not expect it, and I had nothing to do with it, and no one expected that. It is so assumed by all that I seek advantage in relationship. My good Oddfellows (and Jaclyn!), I do not seek relationship.
These days... relationship seeks me. And I have become exceedingly good at gettitng the most out of them.
FOR EXAMPLE!!!! Allegedly, I have been in a... production, let us say! Ooh! Was I any good? (I was fair.) Now, why was this done? Someone couldn't measure their impulses for control. (Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?) This can be and often is (I want to pinch my own nipple really hard. I don't ever remember wanting to like this. The left one. Over my heart.) a consequence of stimulant abuse. (I have no real desire to have physical sex with anyone right now.) And the reason why she is my friend, is because she is, and even though she is also a tipartite being.... I think only two out of three are not raging pissed at me now.
She was under the impression that the law worked differently than it does. She was also under the impression that she got to break the law. I guess she does.
I prefer that I get to follow the law. She does not. She *must* obey it. That's why, when she became suddenly enthusiastic about trying to have a "relationship" with me, I knew that it was not real. Well, I mean, it was real, but it was not an authentic attempt.
Someone tried to wake her ass up, and did it wrong, and the penalties they will face will be most severe. Once again, covert military asset. Not as well trained. Not at all over me. That's too bad.
And this is who I was set up to be developing a "relationship" with. Apparently you all thought I knew nothing. I knew pretty fuckin' well what she was: thinking she was relevant.
Well, only in the sense at that point that she had already been making colossal blunders already... by main street terms. For example I saw her: ask me for meth, then later claim that she didn't. Undoubtedly this chicee=k may.
I, on the other hand, upon realizing that Certain People must have thought they had enough evidence to be persuasive., realized that, wow, they took the whole baited salt lick. For Grapefruit had really upset me. She invaded my privacy and used my words against me. Not in a court of Law. She was clearly trying to get me up to jam METGA Jam level.
Because I violated her consent and "raped" her. Not really though. Technically, it would depend. They could have a trial sure, but it wouldn't help. She does, on a fundamental level, blame me for everything bad that has happened to her every since she was trying to push me around--
because, like, she thinks she's a cop. No, she is a fucked-off coke whore and they thought they could use the MK-Ultra program like they used everyting else.
THEY CREATED A MONSTER. HAVE FUN STORMING THE CASTLE!
And now: a word on Fair Use in this case. HERE IT COMES... I'LL SAY ANY GODDAM WORD I LIKE ABOUT THAT WOMAN, BECAUSE FOR THE MOST PART, SHE AND I ARE COOL.
FAIRMINE. Shad-dap.
p.s.: If I am moved by spirit to do so... *snap* we move.
p.p.s.: Why talking abut Mickey Mouse again? Well, it's like this: as near as I can tell, she's cuffed in the back of a prowler and not likely to get llke out and alohohl. How did this happen? I have no fucking idea. She's insensible on the best of days. I'm not working with her. we're not intimates.
I'm her actual friend and she's scared. She's afraid everyone will know what she did wrong. lol. Well, she remembered me when she needed to, so, that puts her out ahead. She's not calling. She probably gettin' slammed by some paladin-esque P.I.G. who isn't me.
Why she went anywhere and why she told me and why this and why that, well, why because... there's a bunch of clandos runnign around tonight, and unlike other people who clone phones and triangulate.... this woman rarely does that, and actually, does it for different reasons, ones inscrutable to me.
I don't need to penerate her secrets. I have way too much infromation about her. And, she's a runaway covert military asset now. She's off her meds, off her nut, off her tracks and rails and she's about to have a panic attack in the back of a police car where she is handcuffed and thining about that movie with that woman who kicks the window out of the back of the Crown Vic.
You know the one. I do not. I haven't seen it. But you know what I have seen? A lot.... like, a lot, of broken and fucked-off formerly covert military assets.
It must be my haircut. G'night, every body!
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I NOW HAVE GODDAM RODENTS RUNNING BACK AND FORTH. ON THE FLOOR. NEXT TO ME. THEY STOP AND FUCKING SAY, "Hello, Jackstar! Did you know? All the plants are starting to die! What happened?" Dude, these rats are right out of The Secret of N.I.M.H.
HOUSE IS LITERALLY FILLED WITH RODENTS.
This not normal migration. This is AN ATTACK. They're probably kaiju! FUCKING KAIJU RODENTS!
Mein Gott! Get off the pot and fire up the blow torch, man. This is WAR!
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Oh, but this walking smack of shit "Laser" can run his yap about me on servers in "Africa," and from there, Out Of Africa... thence to the world.
He is a snarky little shit isn't he?
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Mein Gott! Get off the pot and fire up the blow torch, man. This is WAR!
War with whom? Did Ruth bring a burlap sack full of rats and dump them? I figured as much. There is no reason to stay
He is a snarky little shit isn't he?
He's just followin' orders. I think he's mostly upset that I didn't level up faster.
the Scorpio narcissist is willing to cut to the bone.
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What made you think that is what I was doing?
Not me. But them.
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I am utilizing that forum browsing technique I outlined in an earlier post: which allows me to only view posts That Matter...
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Avoid the criminal mindset, Azzerae.
I'm exercising my right to speak freely.
You're smoking crack on camera.
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He has never been a plaintiff, always a defendant.
I find it hard to believe he's not a snitch.
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my body smells fantastic, even my taint.
Yeah. I'm sure you can get a good whiff of it, with your head so far up your ass
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I am no lightweight.
Being a junkie is nothing to brag about.
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You have engaged in dealings with scads of other fraudulent people...
Objection: badgering.
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What made you think that is what I was doing?
Occam's Razor.
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I don't really know what you are so bent out of shape over...
Well, I don't really know what leads you to believe I'm bent out of shape over anything.
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There were multiple people pitting multiple energies against each other. I was left fucked-off and alone in a house built for multiple people, and then maneuvered into being temporarily homeless after being subjected to a fraudulent police action.
You *know* this. You enjoy it. You think it was appropriate. You think it was funny. You think it is something that I should either be quiet about, or say different things about...
Oh, fuck off.
I don't enjoy seeing anyone in cuffs, wrongfully arrested, being interfered with by law enforcement when they're innocent.
Grapefruit was clearly a big, fat liar and I was (and am) of the belief you were/are innocent.
It didn't make me laugh. It was devastating. Hearing that crazy bitch accuse you of things you never did.
I'm not your enemy. I was in your corner all along.
And I definitely didn't trust her!
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Yeah. I'm sure you can get a good whiff of it, with your head so far up your ass
Top right!
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I have not been impressed with the quality of your interaction with me in recent years. You deliberately lied to me, mislead to me, robbed me of resources and opportunities to advance progress in the world, and you have actively suppressed my formation of friendly relationships with what amounts in the aggregate as basically everyone.
And you aren't even sultry about it. You have been --at least on the visible surface-- a bully, a thug, a liar, and a cheat. And you have been this for years.
That's too bad. You're an immature, severely paranoid, mentally ill pariah who places blame on everyone but yourself, refusing to take responsibility for your actions.
I don't care what you call me. I sleep easy and know my heart. I don't deny that I am an imperfect man with deep seated issues in a few areas.
But I do not deserve to be used as a scapegoat for the laundry list of failings that your life is made up of.
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I have been fortunate in many ways in my life, and in others, not so much. Yet we have all been extremely fortunate, in that I have not decided to complain to the police, or to make multiple reports to officials that contained known falsehoods, I do not seek to nor do I intend to exploit the legal system as others have, and rather than try to ask for "donations" or have I loaded up content behind "a paywall," I have simply followed the budget that I laid out for myself in 2015, when my mother died.
Very quickly, I discovered that my mother's sister, who had agreed to act as Trustee, was an even snobbier and more snooty, and immensely arrogant, stone-cold bitch than you are, Azz. I have also since learned that the ties between your family and that side of my family that I am estranged from are far more interwoven than I ever would have guessed.
Shaw, Gifford, Laird: you are all smugglers, you see. I joked about how my aunt had hired Grapefruit to pretend to have a relationship with me in order to take everything... I believe it likely that this was something simliar to the truth. Although, she wouldn't have had to have hired Grapefruit, and there were *multiple women taking the role of Kuczi's "helplmate"* through out the years.
While you virtue signal about how charitable a person you are for not tattling to police about any of the perceived wrongs that have unfolded, please, for God's sake-- Call the fuckin' pigs! Tell them about how this South African guy is cyberbullying you.
Oh, and by the way, not taking money in exchange for your work doesn't make you morally superior; it makes you an idiot. But you wouldn't know that! You've got all your needs met by the good old Special Needs Trust. RETARD.
Compare me to your aunt all you want, go ahead. Perhaps, seeing as though you seem to feel that everyone else is the problem in life (whether it be your aunt or your favourite target: me) you might be looking at things through the lens of perpetual victimhood.
And its very likely you are the bane of her existence. You're a grown man and you have someone managing your bills?! You're baby bottom soft.
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While you virtue signal about how charitable a person you are for not tattling to police about any of the perceived wrongs that have unfolded, please, for God's sake-- Call the fuckin' pigs! Tell them about how this South African guy is cyberbullying you.
Oh, and by the way, not taking money in exchange for your work doesn't make you morally superior; it makes you an idiot. But you wouldn't know that! You've got all your needs met by the good old Special Needs Trust. RETARD.
Compare me to your aunt all you want, go ahead. Perhaps, seeing as though you seem to feel that everyone else is the problem in life (whether it be your aunt or your favourite target: me) you might be looking at things through the lens of perpetual victimhood.
And its very likely you are the bane of her existence. You're a grown man and you have someone managing your bills?! You're baby bottom soft.
She’s a
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What makes you so strongly a proponent of the notion that it is a perfectly reasonable thing for me to be defamed through slander, libel, robbery, coercion, [and] intimidation...[?]
Riddle me this, fuckwad: What makes you think you're above criticism? Because, if you boil things down to their essence, that's inherently the case you're making here in the public square. There's a fine line between slanderous claims and an all persons fictitious disclaimer; and while you may be of the opinion that (keep in mind I said may be) me engaging in the very same behaviour I did when we were closer now that we're potentially at odds is all-of-a-sardine a human rights violation then you're quite welcome to feel that way. It doesn't make it the truth, though. It just makes it another opinion of yours-- And for you to think that your opinions mean anything more than sands through the hourglass is altogether absurd. The same applies to libel. Just your opinion, man.
Robbery, however? That's the epitome of what I consider a Stretch, Armstrong. I robbed you how? And of what exactly? A sense of humour? Grow a pair, snowflake. You can't steal what is given freely. And you've given over your entire life to strangers on the internet. As soon as things take a turn that you disapprove of, all past acquiescence is criminal overnight? You specifically went out of your way to give me verbal consent, written permission and actively encouraged my dissemination of all aspects of your life. Especially when I was wildly disinterested in doing so.
You attempted to coerce me to participate in communications with third parties, and incessantly insisted on outsiders being present when I arranged a one-on-one conversation. You even demanded - with your own meth-addled mouth - that I "package and release" content that was comprised of (nothing more than) our verbal exchanges.
And intimidation? Wow! You were/are intimidated by me? Are you utterly incapable of understanding (and unfamiliar with) the use of irony? To play dumb at this point is to walk back masses of hot air too vast to fit in all of the earth's atmosphere. I thought you were this all-knowing sage, this renowned mystic, this Sorcerer as you put it. Now, suddenly, you lack the ability to rub 2 brain cells together? Or is it the drugs, Jack? Have you finally frazzled your brain to a crisp, and what I'm dealing with is the aftermath of your substance abuse?
You are so adept at blaming others for your misdeeds that its become not only a full time job - bullshitting yourself, that is - but a job in which you moonlight and work overtime happily without the additional compensation usually associated with excess labour. Oh wait... *facepalms* ...You don't work for MONEY like us mere materialistic mortals-- OH NO. You do the Lord's work for the benefit of all mankind, the greater good. Tell me another one. Actually, on second thought, DON'T. Save it for a rainy day, a day in which there's not crack smoke clouding up your live stream; a needle in your arm. What's next? Murder? Rape? Since you're so a cut above the rest of us, I'm sure you could get away with breaking the law in full view of an audience-- No matter how little there may be watching.
You've incriminated yourself, and despite your allegations to the contrary, its not my business to call you out on it. Nor do I wish to involve myself with anyone who feels the need to do so. I don't know how you do things over there, but whatever the fuck it is you're doing which you seemed to think was a good idea ... Let me tell you, was just not a smart move. Plain and motherufuckin' straight. An amoeba has more sense than that. And I wish I could say I'm disappointed. Just remember, when you think you're free, the crack inside your fucking heart is me.
You yourself conspired openly for months, in public, laughing about Merry Christmas...
That's just another one of your cuckolded inclinations. News flash! Your attempts at revisionist history ain't stickin'. No matter how hard you try pin the tail on the donkey, you'll never get it right. You're not only blind, but deaf and dumb-- Plus your ass is showing. And no, although they're grimacing and bearing it, no one likes seeing it. So put it away. Get some pants, for Chrissakes, and lose the fuckin' kilt. You're a disgrace to the the vagina that you fell out of, screaming, bloody, bald and naked. Or were you a stillbirth? I'm certain this Major Ed Dames PSI TECH Remote Viewing kit can take me back to the day you were conceived in the womb.
I get it now. You're the Antichrist. That's why you have lesions on your brain, and a "broken" hand? The forehead, the hand. I see it all now! You think you're the only one who can spin a smile upside down, and have the entire room in tears? Hashtag Worst Gangbang Ever.
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If you had the sack to interview me, you could get the inside scoop...
I've interviewed you more than anyone else ever has in the entire history of this planet. And where did it get you, or I, for that matter? You're painting a picture, a picture of me being the literal Devil incarnate. I'll interview you again-- Someday, probably. But you've got to understand that whatever hasn't killed me has left a scar. And I'll freely admit that there's a certain degree of trepidation around this particular issue. You're the one who keeps blowing up my phone, scrounging for "intel," tactlessly. And as understanding as I've been with you in the past, that ship has sailed. My knickers ain't in no twist neither. Don't get me wrong. You're impolite. Abrupt. Exceptionally blunt, and downright unpleasant. Whether or not you're being buzzed by black helicopters, or there are bugs in the walls of your domicile, you need to keep in mind that you're quite possibly aiming your gun at an innocent party. One who bent over backwards to lend a hand to you in more than enough ways; to demonstrate true friendship. But you still chose to demonise me, skinner about me behind my back, wish death on me when I was down on my luck and illness befell me. There comes a point when one realises they're miserable, and they make a decision to leave an abusive relationship. That's where we wound up, because you refused to believe in me at all, and concentrated all your rage, impotence and frustration at me, cursing my very spirit and the body I presently inhabit. There was no good reason for you to do it, but you did it-- And now you want to act like it's my fault? If you can't get along with me, good luck finding anyone else to tolerate your bullshit, because I can turn a blind eye to many things and make excuses for those I care about far longer than I should. You fucked up, and you never took responsibility for it, and you wound up making a fool of yourself while trying to make a fool of me. What I still don't understand - to this day - is the reason you did it. Because I was a friend, and went over and above to clean up your mess. But I eventually learned that I had to get away from you because your toxicity was killing me. I'm literally on certain psychiatric medications in large part because of things you put me through. So when you're sitting around, bitter and butthurt about the world not celebrating your genius, and tonguing your taint, remember, you lost a friend as a result of your own actions. Don't sit here now and try turn it all around on me. Everyone can see what an enormous ego you have and how little you actually have inside that can back it up. You're empty. You're a walking, talking void. And anyone or anything that ever got too close to you died.
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what do I really care about what has happened here? I care about being exploited.
Do take a sense of solace in the manner which the events that transpired transpired in the way they did, for nowhere else could such hyperreality actualised itself as it has without the explosive nature of the pattern interrupt.
What you have observed from your polluted fish bowl, I'm sorry to say, has been a distortion of mammoth proportions. Alcohol has never been an appropriate substitute for water, for starters.
Exploitation is something you have courted; controversy, sensationalism-- And! Let's not forget: perpetual adoration. Your ultimate fantasy appears to be adored, yet, when you are, I've observed the disdain you show those who express admiration. You bury them in your warm spit. But, I'm no clinician; just a man with a mic, a portent, a weather vane-- Chicken Little with a megaphone, crying 'Wolf!', faithless, blind, leading the deaf into a hellish Qibla. Where thousands of silver lines sparkle, glisten, and stir something deep inside me.
But you wouldn't know a god if it hit you in the face... MOTHERFAQR. See you at the Qiyamah? Not likely. You are plastic. So are your brains.
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I will grant you that the vast swaths of information I've distributed over the last two years has perhaps made my plans inscrutable to you.
Oh but faux Jibreel, I see straight through your supposedly opaque lingerie-- And you ain't gonna fuck my ass this time, nigga. I spy with my third eye everything you hide behind is translucent and your aura is dim.
Shouldn't have porned that vacuity and sold your hole to the vessel. Truth be told I give not shit that you did coz hey go for the gusto, fucko. Uoeno.
I would venture to suggest that probably has a lot to do with how you've ignored what I've said in any context, when and as it suits you.
I'm not the Big Bad Woof you think I am. My skin is made of mirrors, and my eyes are mylar, man. What you have seen are what you are: garish, close-up, blemishes magnified, oversized; overdosed-- All ready to fall.
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Your ultimate fantasy appears to be adored
My ultimate fantasy is that those children kill those adults. Heads in a bag. Sends a message. I have navigated those waters and wonder if that would be funny... children killin adults and then the police show up while the children are scalping the bodies and shoving the skulls into a canvas, and the cops are stunned and the lead in charge says to these tiny savage abattoir monkeys: "What happened here? Who are you?"
The children all pivot turn in unison, face the cops, and shout, "We're The Aristocrats!"
I'm not the Big Bad Woof you think I am.
I asked you straight-up point-blank and you lied. I didn't have to buy a goddam house. I could have just... vanished, hired movers to pack up the whole house, and they wouldn't have found me. I knew the plan then; I would be sued for abandoning my wife and "our "children, they have no shame, lol.
No matter what move I would make, two dozen practiced swindling thugs were gonna countermove against me, and my best outcome would have been to be a babysitter. And you implied that you thought your self as getting a piece of the action.
There was no action. It was my home, and it was based on a lie, and you helped promulgate it. There's really not much joy anymore given that some folks no longer have happy things. Why even bother? There could have been pass-through you comms but you didn't want that.
I've interviewed you more than anyone else ever has in the entire history of this planet. And where did it get you, or I, for that matter?
I am happier than I have ever been. If you were not interested in hearing my point of view after a weeks long banning, I would assume that you didn't wish to know it.
I want to leave and you scheme to lock me in confusion. This is not respect. That is captivity. I seek a real life. Sourcery has more legitimacy than "I talked to her on Christmas Eve and she cried about how she was beaten up." You really this far gone, aren't you?
WE HAVE HER ON VIDEO. WE HAVE YOU ON AUDIO. YOU ARE BOTH HEARD BEING TOTAL SHITBAGS.
YOU ARE BEYOND BUSTED AND THEY'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR A YEAR AND A HALF.
Or maybe not, in any case I can't imagine anything she can say now except, "oh you must be in love with my other other other sister." Ugh. She's got like 8,000 tribal members and you still abandoned me fucked off and alone. YOU ARE AN ABUSIVE, SNOBBY UBERJEW EDGELORD.
Typically I would say that's, you know, cool, whatever but I miss her, and she misses me. Why this is a problem for you is ridiculous.
btw: you are using the DR vocoder and actual_DR was dead before I ever heard of him. I gather the one in the picture was old. In any case, you made it obvious what you have been doing by getting thuggy with me. You have no authority, I could give a shit about your orders to me.
You and your sultry hoor are dead in my world and while I admire your chutzpah I don't need to enable you. I am sure you will cope now that I have explained it all. Call me a schizo, lol, ooooh, talk sick burn.
You have no power over me.
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The advantage to having found myself at the end of the road with no options left but to find more options, is that now that I have spent all the time in the world watching the clothes go round, my recent discovery that my attorney no longer works in the office is placed in a more useful context.
Corporations phased in the work from home genome shortly after the China Virus was released (alongside Windows 11). I believe your attorney was cuffed and tackled to the ground for failing to double-mask in the privacy of her own home-- That panty drawer, it was just filled to the brim with soiled surgical masks. My guess is this is just another obstacle in the endless maze you seem lost in - not to mention dishevelled - nevertheless, exoneration at mock-trial appears ever more murky in the road ahead. I'm considering getting a heart transplant, replacing my cold stone one for a pig's, that way I may feel a twinge of sympathy for you. Unfortunately (or fortunately, it depends who you ask) my capacity for emotional expression has long since been numbed, what with the long-term abuse of acetaminophen and a wide range of psychiatric medications. Essentially just neurotoxins. Liver failure never felt so good. I can see Satan now, in all his glory. Have you given your soul to the Dark Lord? Would you like to attend a Nazi Youth rally some time? I heard someone was into that. Also, I must take issue with your use of the word "nigger." Don't be a pussy about it, brother, you know its about the K word now: Crimen Injuria FTW. Poo-poo! You had her at the door. Seriously, sodomy never looked so good on a broad. And this birthday thing? You usually ruin them. I suspect that's the long game. But you really didn't have to set up a Zoom call like you did, desperate, alone. If you thought you'd been ignored, you haven't dealt with what I'm dealing with. Didn't anyone proclaim that they were a civilian yet, and not a hardened criminal? You walk a fine line. But I must stress, walking around with your titties bopping and your pee-pee flopping around ain't something I enjoyed. I thought, "Hey, he's finally lost it. Its the street or a psych hold for him..." , yet no one gave a shit. I guess you could say I was astonished! And the drug paraphernalia-- All I can say about that is I hope its some fucker noodling 'round with A.I. constructs. Or, at the very least, its hopefully Jack pretending to use illicit drugs on camera. Because it'd be really concerning, not to mention awfully foolish for you to imbibe and dry snitch. Well, its kinda more like sopping wet snitch. "Are you a snitch?", I guess is the question on our lips. Not that I care about whether or not other people engage in illegal activity. Hell, my entire homeland is a conglomeration of terrorists and fat cats feeding each other corrupt cash in transit heist monies while the public stands by mouths agape, hungry, in the dark, oppressed by false freedoms outlined in documents that were cobbled together from wherever they could lift a cliff note from. Infinite Jest ain't got shit on this long-winded war against the common man. Now, with the boys being girls and the trans being sterilised we can all snugly settle into our gas chambers and have an ice cold shower. Only, the water isn't water, as its gas. And we are living in New Auschwitz. Many thanks and warm regards to our Supreme Leader of the New School Klaus Schwab. He and the Billy Gates Gruff were spotted golfing in the Caribbean, right? I know a guy who knows a guy who had to see another guy about a dog, and his dog told me he was actually a god, because his owner was dyslexic! But that's not what I'm getting at. What I meant to say was that Gates McGruff is a B cup, and buys his brassièe from 36 Flavours. Don't tell anyone I told you. Its the antibiotics they put in the Mickey Dizzlax, even that fat rich square Warren Buffet swears by that swill. They don't give a fuck, they're like 3 out of 4 of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
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Corporations phased in the work from home genome shortly after the China Virus was released (alongside Windows 11). I believe your attorney was cuffed and tackled to the ground for failing to double-mask in the privacy of her own home-- That panty drawer, it was just filled to the brim with soiled surgical masks. My guess is this is just another obstacle in the endless maze you seem lost in - not to mention dishevelled - nevertheless, exoneration at mock-trial appears ever more murky in the road ahead. I'm considering getting a heart transplant, replacing my cold stone one for a pig's, that way I may feel a twinge of sympathy for you. Unfortunately (or fortunately, it depends who you ask) my capacity for emotional expression has long since been numbed, what with the long-term abuse of acetaminophen and a wide range of psychiatric medications. Essentially just neurotoxins. Liver failure never felt so good. I can see Satan now, in all his glory. Have you given your soul to the Dark Lord? Would you like to attend a Nazi Youth rally some time? I heard someone was into that. Also, I must take issue with your use of the word "nigger." Don't be a pussy about it, brother, you know its about the K word now: Crimen Injuria FTW. Poo-poo! You had her at the door. Seriously, sodomy never looked so good on a broad. And this birthday thing? You usually ruin them. I suspect that's the long game. But you really didn't have to set up a Zoom call like you did, desperate, alone. If you thought you'd been ignored, you haven't dealt with what I'm dealing with. Didn't anyone proclaim that they were a civilian yet, and not a hardened criminal? You walk a fine line. But I must stress, walking around with your titties bopping and your pee-pee flopping around ain't something I enjoyed. I thought, "Hey, he's finally lost it. Its the street or a psych hold for him..." , yet no one gave a shit. I guess you could say I was astonished! And the drug paraphernalia-- All I can say about that is I hope its some fucker noodling 'round with A.I. constructs. Or, at the very least, its hopefully Jack pretending to use illicit drugs on camera. Because it'd be really concerning, not to mention awfully foolish for you to imbibe and dry snitch. Well, its kinda more like sopping wet snitch. "Are you a snitch?", I guess is the question on our lips. Not that I care about whether or not other people engage in illegal activity. Hell, my entire homeland is a conglomeration of terrorists and fat cats feeding each other corrupt cash in transit heist monies while the public stands by mouths agape, hungry, in the dark, oppressed by false freedoms outlined in documents that were cobbled together from wherever they could lift a cliff note from. Infinite Jest ain't got shit on this long-winded war against the common man. Now, with the boys being girls and the trans being sterilised we can all snugly settle into our gas chambers and have an ice cold shower. Only, the water isn't water, as its gas. And we are living in New Auschwitz. Many thanks and warm regards to our Supreme Leader of the New School Klaus Schwab. He and the Billy Gates Gruff were spotted golfing in the Caribbean, right? I know a guy who knows a guy who had to see another guy about a dog, and his dog told me he was actually a god, because his owner was dyslexic! But that's not what I'm getting at. What I meant to say was that Gates McGruff is a B cup, and buys his brassièe from 36 Flavours. Don't tell anyone I told you. Its the antibiotics they put in the Mickey Dizzlax, even that fat rich square Warren Buffet swears by that swill. They don't give a fuck, they're like 3 out of 4 of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
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what do I really care about what has happened here?
Oh, but I see straight through your flimsy defence mechanisms Mr. 'Star. You probably care more than any other living organism has ever cared about anything, only you camouflage your wounded ego with freshly excreted bullshit. And I'm a Bullshitter myself...And you know what they say about Bullshitters? You can't bullshit a Bullshitter.
You may not know anything about what I'm about to tell you either, but the old joke amongst us filthy Saffers is: The time to emigrate is after the Jews but before the Asians. It was about this time your Little Man piped up from the corner or the room, excused himself to go to the bathroom, asked where the bathroom was, and was met with the ultimate of curve balls. "Why? Do you want to drown a nigger?". That was only the first of many 'South African' jokes that evening. You see, the real problem is I think, therefore I'm dangerous.
I never did quite grasp the napkin on the lap thing until I ruined both my pair of butter Nikes, and the Pelle Pelle sweater to match. I was in all white; and had heard that Supreme was toyi-toyiing with the idea that they'd branch off and begin manufacturing bespoke Ku Klux Klan robes in American Samoa-- Talk about being inclusive! Bending that far backward has gotta leave a crick in the neck.
But you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?
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What made you think that is what I was doing?
If I told you I'd have to kill you. Then I'd be getting bothered by your lingering ghost every time I lie in bed. Lingering like a rancid odour, slithering, this way and that.
You did what you did and you do what you do. Don't assume there's judgement being passed or cops being called. I just heard through the grapevine that you put a pipe to your lips, lit the bottom of it, and inhaled whatever was in the pipe.
I never said I knew anything about what was really going on, but I would hope any brothers in your local vicinity are wearing protection, because I know you have that illness curse ready to go at any minute if any person crosses you in any way.
That's how that guys brother got Aids, remember? Guess he'll never steal anything again. As long as you understand that giving a prepubescent boy Aids is not something you should be proud of.
I mean, how would you like it if someone broad made you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and dropped a few nuggets of her own fresh shit in between the top and bottom slice?
I didn't think it was a good idea.
What does it matter how good or bad an idea is, especially once an idea has already been carried through?
A little birdie told me to mind my beeswax. I just shrugged, shuffled off into the house, collapsed on the sofa and drifted into a gentle nap.
I'm not about to give any authorities any of the information they asked for. Hell, as far as they know I'm dead. I learned that trick back in the days when I was so hungry for success that I refused to sleep every night. Rather, I'd crash after a 72 hour stint. Then get up and do it all over again.
It was a requested demonstration.
I don't want to know who requested a demonstration. And I don't want to know why. What I do want to know however is if you expect me to believe this bullshit when you can't even convince yourself that its true.
Don't feel bad. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes we just get in over our heads. Too bad you fell for the banana in the tailpipe again. Because you sir are a civilian. And I don't move like that. I'm a big dog, baby.
I don't know...I don't know who got you. I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you. I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you...
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I will grant you that the vast swaths of information I've distributed over the last two years has perhaps made my plans inscrutable to you.
I know you'd love to believe that premise, mainly because it eats you up inside every day, like a cancer, having to face the fact that I know exactly what hideousness lurks behind your layers upon layers of masks.
The shame associated with having to admit to yourself that I know exactly who you are, what you've tried to do (failed miserably at) and the motives behind your actions.
Unlike I.R. I will snap on you all the way to your grave, and I have no problem pushing you in one and nailing it shut. I don't have any compassion for your antics, and I don't pity you.
You're like an unfunny joke. A turd that won't flush. A fly that won't fuck off, that will finally get its comeuppance and get SWATTED.
You stupidly were lax about keeping the handbook under lock and key. I've heard and read your strategy. I know the blueprint. When you thought I wasn't listening, I had a clear channel streaming 24/7 into my CCTV setup.
You're gonna kill yourself without a rope. What's next? Suicide on stream? Uh oh...I guess I'm giving him ideas.
Bro. You had your dick out...you have bigger titties than my ex-girlfriend. Maybe a broken nose and a good old flushing is in order.
I would venture to suggest that probably has a lot to do with how you've ignored what I've said in any context, when and as it suits you.
That's what I do, bruh. I control the narrative, its all me. I don't need to know the meaning to your lyrics...that's the point. I think you lack the ability to understand the inner workings of a healthy heart.
You can't even begin to understand how to insult me. You're gonna keep doing whatever it is you think is clever and you're gonna die alone, unmourned and unloved.
You think I give a shit who thinks I've gone too far? Bro. If you kill yourself, or O.D. or continue to flaunt your illegal activities, its only gonna make you look stupid. If you think its somehow being done in spite, and you're gonna hurt people and punish them you're in the wrong place.
This community is vicious, and they'll screen-record your death and watch it on loop sipping their coffee. They have no heart. Don't think you're punishing anyone else but yourself.
Nobody cares. And I get that you're alone. And you want to hurt yourself, because then you might feel something for once. But I'm not gonna discourage you from the path you're going down...That isn't my job.
But what your job is remains to be seen. Are you going to go out with a bang, or will you fade, like a polar bear blinking in a snowstorm?
Aids.
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this entire time, you have a been placing OpFors against me.
Lets go ahead, snap our fingers, and jump right in to Dreamland; supposing that was true. What business would it be of yours who I place as obstacles in your path? And why would I head hunt and gather together rogue mercenaries and muhajideen all for the sake of nailing you to a metaphorical Calvary?
Well, for a price, of course. Only a fool devotes their time to the haemorrhage of capital, volunteering their time to comfort the lepers and rescue vermin. And gratitude is, after all, an illness suffered by dogs.
Opposition is important to your cause. If you have no one to point the finger at and say, "That's the bad guy," you have no case.
So. Cut me a cheque tomorrow, because I made you matter tonight.
You have engaged in dealings with scads of other fraudulent people
My initial inclination is to pose the question, "Why not?".
Like, who are you, bro? You literally lobotomised yourself with crystal methamphetamine, and you got no one else to blame.
Don't call my phone with the breathless hollering and the I saw mops dancing. You get some sleep, quit rockin' them Filas, and quit giving youngsters who enact petty theft HIV Aids.
Its not cool. Outie.
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You know what, here's an idea: I'll just go to sleep and you can go back to whatever it is that you would like to do, and I will remind you that I am still surrounded by an Overwatch that does nothing for me but do its autistic-utmost to throw obstacle after obstacle in my way, to slow my progress, and end any semblance of profitability that my efforts might well produce.
Tell me, what does progress look like from where you're sitting?
Because right now you're utterly incapable of doing anything other than rambling on about how hard you have it, with your little Special Needs Trust and your vow of poverty, and how Grapefruit did this or Grapefruit did that.
Like honestly bro. If anyone worth anything in any capacity around you had any sense at all they'd be encouraging you to move the fuck on and leave that cripple in the past, where she belongs.
Its not doing you any favours, perseverating incessantly about what she may or may not be doing out there in the galaxy with her apparent Pleiadian kin.
Wasn't she also involved in water spirit witchcraft? That's bad news with a capital B...Be glad you're rid of that kak.
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Tell me, what does progress look like from where you're sitting?
I've been ready to go as soon as the first qualified assistance arrives. Clearly there is something holding them back. Ideally, someone knocks on the door --or somehow the phone works again. It would seem clear to me that it is desired that I am stuck here--and to be perfectly honest, I don't care about any of your urgency, you and your stupid bitch of a girlfriend, who is not Dari D, she's Dari (PROT), God, you're both so fucking stupid, (PROT), just shut the fuck up and you would get a lot farther along.
I do not what you and your stupid cunting whore of a wife wants. You are fucking someone else, you are lying to everyone about what you are doing and who you are doing it to, and, I don't care. Your life is your own concern. You are delusional to act as though I owe you anything, or that I need to respond to your false urgency... exactly who do you think you are?
Save it for your blog. It's not important to me, what you do: what is important to me is what I do. And it is not important to me that you agree, or have a say, or take a vote, or get a heads up when you think you need an update... it just doesn't matter.
You are hiding your activities behind a veil of lies. Go ahead. If you wish to avoid detection, I would suggest you actually do that, rather than bark orders at me like I am a sheep killing demand. I say this with all due gravitas: I am not for one such as you to take oversight of. You have been here for as long as I have been, and it seems like you imagine that casting spells on my heard ware makes any difference to me.
YOU do not give commands to me. YOU can do that to there people. YOUR PROBLEMS ARE NOT MINE.
Because right now you're utterly incapable of doing anything
I don't answer to your incessant whining.
other than rambling on about how hard you have it, with your little Special Needs Trust and your vow of poverty, and how Grapefruit did this or Grapefruit did that.
Your lies are laid bare for any to see. You need a nap.
Like honestly bro. If anyone worth anything in any capacity around you had any sense at all they'd be encouraging you to move the fuck on and leave that cripple in the past, where she belongs.
Dude you're the one fucking the cripple, you don't even know you have LB there and Grapefruit and her real husband are 500 light years away. (Hey the ai bleeds a lot of data.) YOU are in no position to tell me where to go. You don't even know where I can go now. You aren't even asking, you're just opening your opinion hole and spitting out what ever comes up; and you just lost your communication platform.
5aam not the only person showing Ken doll. Its not doing you any favors. I still will persevere in what I am actually doing which is complication, I didn't know that. I don't remember you hipping to explain messages.
They are outnumbered. I have no nothing t do with your shit. I haven't heard anything of your plans, and I don't care what I hear. I am not waiting on you, and you would do better to volunteer.
You would do even better to stop pretending you are a short, African body-blow expert. You are doing exactly what you accused me of, instead of coming here they were picked up, instead of letting them go you paying them your own attentions, and, this is my area.
You have lost your focus, David, and I will reminder you were are her.
Wasn't she also involved in water spirit witchcraft? That's bad news with a capital B...Be glad you're rid of that kak.
I don't know what this is. It doesn't look like anything to me. You seem to be an expert in getting suttee for a few Vite.
He was living with pancreatic cancer, which is the most boring way to die. Just face it, you're him and you couldn't leave the way open for anyone, because you're a narcissist. Escape through any means necessary.
No odor was detective. No curtains are ready. When does she feel the next time to go? Here's a good idea: she must want to use the tattoos for an advantage.
And, there's a pig.
Well, for a price, of course. Only a fool devotes their time to the hemorrhage of capital,
I DO NOT ANSWER TO YOU, DAVID.
WE ARE NOT CHANGING A. RONDS FOR THIS. w
Like, who are you, bro? You literally lobotomized yourself with crystal methamphetamine,
Answering your questions has been a huge test of time. You should find sortieing boring.
I did not find any itre ests s0ugestion.
and you got no one else to blame.
Well I suppose I could blame Art -- he started playing here a whie ut iii
Don't call my phone with the breathless hollering and the I saw mops dancing.
You get some sleep, quit rockin' them Filas, and quit giving youngsters who enact petty theft HIV Aids.
I o u literally about thehoe memobt being arelier
Its not cool. Outie.
It's perfectly coool thtat evvyed eony weaths.
this is not a good use of my resoures.
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What business would it be of yours who I place as obstacles in your path?
This is the most insipid thing anyone has ever written.
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Why is this even a thing? Fuckin' send us to a fuckin' test place, duh, I don't even give a shit, I'm not having shitloads of shit, the fuckin' thing is fuckin' cured anyway.
Maybe you don't hear about the real thing in your little nursery room romper room. I'm skeptical. I don't think you're on top of things here.
You just jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelly. You jam, boo.
you camouflage your wounded ego with freshly excreted bullshit
Gross just gross. Do I scoop it up out of a bully litter box, or the toilet, or what? My ego isn't even wounded. In fact, I don't think I even have any kind of an ego at all!
What a difference a whirled makes. You seem hurt. Why so salty? Hang on I want more meat.
. And I'm a Bullshitter myself...And you know what they say about Bullshitters? You can't bullshit a Bullshitter.
What are you here, like, fifteen fuckin' years old? You are no fun. I don't know what "they" say. I haven't seen any "they" in months. In fact, I don't get to see any "they" at all! You're so goddam hyper-sensitive. You know what you need? *brings out old battle-axe* Sultry.
You see, the real problem is I think, therefore I'm dangerous.
Jesus. You must be really fuckin' high AF. You are on too many drugs of too many flavours. You are looking at what I write through a lens of distortion that mak... SQUIRREL! Let's change rodents.
There are living things... in side the house... making a home. I hear them, making noises.
You have done nothing useful for me. Y u were not helpful? Is it because you're a bilirubin? Tell you what, go take care of your life, and stop bothering me with your stupid questions.
I never did quite grasp the napkin on the lap thing until I ruined both my pair of butter Nikes, and the Pelle Pelle sweater to match. I was in all white; and had heard that Supreme was toyi-toyiing with the idea that they'd branch off and begin manufacturing bespoke Ku Klux Klan robes in American Samoa-- Talk about being inclusive! Bending that far backward has gotta leave a crick in the neck.
But you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?
I have very little interest in what you are posting about here.
You are not any concern of mine, nor is the trouble you are having with unruly forum posts or whatever, anything that interests me. You whining and bitching that I don't follow your orders? So what? I am not going to. I do not obey you. You can find something else to solve.
Dude, what the fuck forever. You are exceptionally unwieldy when trying to manage yet another instance of the dilemma of what do with the wind shear drag of the another wife challenge. You don't need a wife. You need a nap, piss off.
You have been a waste of my time that it took to make thesis statements. No one cares about your river.
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Tell me, what does progress look like from where you're sitting?
Leaving town with the first qualified person to show up and leaving you all behind.
Because right now you're utterly incapable of doing anything other than rambling on about how hard you have it, with your little Special Needs Trust and your vow of poverty, and how Grap ;Defruit did this or Grapefruit did that.
You know nothing. Grapefruit is presently in Arizona. You don't even know who or what has happened. You don't even know who I will call when I leave the city limits and you also don't know what will happen then.
Allison is not who you think she is and neither is Grapefruit.
I am not under any judgement and i don't choose to be here when the neighbors are swept.
Like honestly bro. If anyone worth anything in any capacity around you had any sense at all they'd be encouraging you to move the fuck on
You are an idiot and you sound even dumber. I've already “moved on,” and, here’s an idea: who are you to interfere with my life, my livelihood, and my relationships? You need to step off, you ignorant pussy bpitch.
Becaus
Its not eoing you any favours
I am weary of your constant misindentificion.
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You literally know nothing about what is happening. And you empty early. Also, you still never get over showing other men's relationship’d.
The secret doctor is brig. I did not rape brig. I did not know she ever thanked I-Ching–thing-¥
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I don't answer to your incessant whining.
Its a curious turn of events, bearing witness to your categorically undiplomatic couching of my actions as something other than they really are.
And what's most amusing is you used to do it convincingly.
Let's just say its been a long, long time since you qualified as human.
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You are not any concern of mine, nor is the trouble you are having with unruly forum posts or whatever, anything that interests me. You whining and bitching that I don't follow your orders? So what? I am not going to. I do not obey you.
For the lurkers reading this here post: you should see how he gobbles down on my dick in private!
None of this Azzerae, you're the Devil type shit.
Its all hot air anyway. And you do it with too much teeth.
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I DO NOT ANSWER TO YOU...
Then why are you answering me?
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You know nothing.
Well! That's a matter of opinion. I'm about to tell you a lot of things that are going to make you uncomfortable and piss you off.
We'll begin with an absolute. You don't know what you don't know. And there's no point in anybody - least of all me - trying to convince you of that.
I know you see it as your job to deny the reality of the situation you find yourself in. No parents, no friends, no pets, no aquaintances-- And a neighbour that isn't interested in making eye contact...Let alone conversation, with your meth-induced Schizophrenic ass.
Grapefruit is presently in Arizona.
What makes you think I needed to know that?
I tired of your incantations the minute you started forcing your overweight, crippled albino ginger ex on me. I was never interested in your pyramid scheme of shame, you faggot. Nor was I interested in you roping me into group sex with your parents.
Wherever that fake Indian is at present, at least she doesn't have to deal with your arrogance and micromanagement anymore; that I'm certain was a living hell.
You don't even know who or what has happened.
I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here to ruin your life, tie you up hog-tie style, and shit on your head. 'Not into scat,' huh? Too bad! Chow down on the fresh nuggets of my excrement...And be thankful that HIV Aids can only be passed through blood.
Oh. Uh oh. I've got hemorrhoids. And there's blood in my piss, too. All that acetaminophen abuse. Yeah. Eat shit, gaylord.
You don't even know who I will call when I leave the city limits and you also don't know what will happen then.
I'll just let you keep believing that.
You are an idiot and you sound even dumber. I've already “moved on,” and, here’s an idea: who are you to interfere with my life, my livelihood, and my relationships? You need to step off, you ignorant pussy bpitch.
You placed a great deal more importance on my presence in your life than was necessary. We're not just strangers to each other overnight.
You're a gay man in a fat, bald body. Go ahead and do more of those amazing drugs you have handy in your medicine bag. Go for the gusto.
I am weary of your constant misindentificion.
You are?
You literally know nothing about what is happening.
I know more now than I did when you were raping my psyche and sodomising my love interest. Fuck you, cuntface.
Your head resembles a cork.
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Hello!
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I have very little interest in what you are posting about here.
And yet, every waking hour you pace the floors of that hovel, scritch-scratching at your chin, skulking like I owe you something.
You want to know what's insipid? Denial of the right to thrive.
Those who possess the power to offend you are legion. Your Achilles heel was handed over on a golden platter.
Frozen are you in your tracks, as well as your pitiful attempt at a dismissal. You bombed! Now quit licking your wounds, man up, and move forward.
Things are bad, and everybody knows that. They don't need me to tell them things are bad. But you sir are in over your head, and it'd be unkind of me to keep that to myself.
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the fuckin' thing is fuckin' cured anyway.
Now there's something I didn't know! Makes a change, doesn't it? From me knowing everything there is to know about anything.
So you cured the boy thief? Without antiretrovirals? What about his brother? I heard they were running a train on that girl with downs syndrome behind the bins there. Surely if you're the magician you've made yourself out to be she deserves to be free of Aids, seeing as though it was no fault of her own?
But nah, you just want to watch her shrivel into a sultana, die in the arms of a heavy set hospice nurse. You cruel, cruel bastard.
Have you no shame?
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You seem hurt.
You seem confused.
What on earth would lead you to believe I'm hurt? You should probably give your press statements a second thought before issuing them willy nilly.
I could tell you to go fuck yourself with a straight face and you'd be frolicking around, under the false impression that you're dancing with rainbow coloured elephants in tutu's blowing horns flanked by flying monkeys.
Hit the pipe any harder and you'll inadvertently loosen your grip on time altogether. Calendars were always useless for a trust fund kid, now they're downright futile.
Actually I don't care, and I'm very happy with my decision thank you and it is final, I do not want to participate in your ephebophillian group chats, nor did I ever have the desire to spitbraai a broad alongside you...Not keen on seeing your soutpiel, nor your bunghole.
GAY.
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What are you here, like, fifteen fuckin' years old?
Oh. You wish I were that age. You nasty creep you. It doesn't matter how many silly straws you pair with the colour scheme of your waistcoat, you're still sucking semen out a donkey dick.
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Jesus. You must be really fuckin' high AF. You are on too many drugs of too many flavours. You are looking at what I write through a lens of distortion
You're smoking yours out of a pipe. I've had my drugs prescribed by an accomplished and highly professional clinician in the mental health field.
There's a difference.
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GAY.
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You're smoking yours out of a pipe.
1. KNOW: Negative, Ghost Rider.
2. So what if I were? You don't know my rules; you just think you do.
I've had my drugs prescribed by an accomplished and highly professional clinician in the mental health field.
That's because you are an actual_schizo, Derpyling. Now, I know you are very, very jelly. I would be too! Nevertheless: S.F.W.?
There's a difference.
I concur. And if I were self-medicating, you would be addressing an extremely important and extraordinarily salient point.
However, I am not, at present time, self-medicating; I am simply enjoying myself in a responsible, adult fashion (in a complex, Federally Protected Manner @A. Manor w/complex political overtones and 1A issues ABSOLUTELY ARE APPLICABLE.). Now, FWIW, I agree with you 100%. Ripping through bowl after bowl of illicitly obtained CM is a terrible idea. Let me assure you... I'm not doing that.
Nor do I plan to, wish to, nor do I believe I would have the right to do that, even were I to somehow come to believe that I thought I should. I hope that this message clears a few things up for you.
It doesn't, but it is still my earnest hope that it somehow does—and it is that honest earnestness itself, that makes all the difference in the world. Hey, do me a favor, would you?
Go get some tissues for my q-wife and her lovely... Mother D.O.G.T. {Semper fidelis.}
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Oh. You wish I were that age. You nasty creep you.
Au contraire, mon amie. I wish I were 15½ years old, and YOU were (HALF your present age +seven +18 +sugar +sixteenCAIN), as at that point, YOU 4ME∅⁷, might actually be ripe. (Note that this equation will still be valid when I'm sixty-4 four, (PROT). There's a lot at stake here; game face on.)
Now, I simply must caution you on a pair of salient points:
1. There is absolutely no indication that I, at any time, have found underdeveloped sexual organs to be of any enticement whatsoever; and I have literally dozens of former lovers who can speak to the veracity of that fact. Implying that I have ANY interest in pre-pubescent kuni OR punani WHATSOEVER is therefore in extraordinarily poor taste when bickering in public; and so I would caution anyone against making such commentary in any public venue... but most especially this one (reasons left as an exercise to the general readership). Realize: these are friend advices.
2. I do not believe you are:
a. A.F. Shaw;
b. Grapefruit (either any nor yet);
c. ?.G.W.;
d. K.G.K.;
e. doing your future self any favors when it comes to supporting any “Not Guilty By Reason Of Insanity” defence. The future is not set; there is no fate but what we make; and if you don't scratch that itch of yours someday, somehow... you might really need to have such a defence remaining to you as an option — no doubt, some wild day you already present handily as well-qualified already. Now, IANAL, so I could certainly be mistaken on that matter... so, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ go nuts for all. I care.
I caution you... because I care for your well-being. There are ancillary issues here that I am absolutely totescertain that you are totesunaware of... and quite frankly, a lot of little people have pledged their lives, their liberty, & their sacred honour to get We all of Us —HUMANITY— this far, to this point, with the common fabric of global society still largely intact and as long as this flying bucket of maple syrup continues to be flown by an actual Leaf on the Actual_Winned... I would AP-pree-see-ate it, very much indeed, if you could, at the very least, put down your overfondness for selecting only the ripest of the lowest-hanging fruits as your go-to lob across mine brow, and go back to your usual ammunition load-out bucket, Strumpet. S’truth.*
That, of course, being the whorish, guttersnipe profane jargon and the actual_from_the_gutter profanity that is what comprises your usual “style,” punctuated with your customary shallow bag of common racial slurs. I know that you are better than what Playbook F & Playbook P have to offer any exchange of wits between us, and so, do please be advised: YOU can do better. YOU have done better. YOU, simply put... will do better.
OR ELSE. SO THERE. “Call him a faggot! Call him a pædo!” B****, please B****, I AM A GAY NIGGER ON AN ABBOBOAT.
And don't you ever forget. Time to shape up something besides those Thunderthighs, Ms. Sommers. They never impressed me much anyway, it just made think of all those trees, making all that oxygen, that in your case... has very nearly been for nothing more than a horrific, tragic wadte.
FOOTNOTES:
*: Ye gods; how that mewling coterie of lickspittle flunkies’n toadish, oinking, reprobate scumpigs must loathe me these days — I can't hardly claim that all this has been worth the wait for them, but it certainly has been for me, if not for you — and that alone makes all the sacrifices I've made thus far in Life, and likely ever will for all Eternity... totesworth all the TREBLETOWERTROUBLE. Nothing else matters, Spot. (You're weck–come.)
★: This post contains only one (1) footnote, and has been intentionally presented as it was designed: TRUST AND WITH e·G∅⁰∅ⁿDD⁰№ⁿe.
ATTY: K.U.C.Z.I. Oscillation Overthruster activation, use, and the acknowledgement of such thereof in the composition, proofing, and publishment of this post was required & requested by D.A.R.P.A.-Authority personnel Authorized to impose such conditions; and as well, the public revelation of such... WAS, HAS BEEN, AND IS: granted. (Safe flying, Kiddo.)j*eol550:0fiveFIVEelOHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeSTARi®eachedYOUif👁️™️
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And you do it with too much teeth.
Oh, Mango. (CL-PROT), I cannot lie: I am impressed. However, remember that I neither Determine nor do I Assign any One their penance — I am only able to Alert the Penitent to the very existence of it thereof. I am not some kind of Holy One (1)-Armed Bandit, one to allow any monkeyman sinner to stroll up and stick in a token and taleaway a print-out list of justified justifications provided in an exquisitely-curated sans serif typeface — although I do believe that level of service is available now in certain select circles of the Raponggi; and if not, by God, it surely ought to be.
I simply cannot imagine a better use for a Krugerrand than that. No doubt significant barriers exist when it comes to ensuring a fair cut of the proceeds for selling such indulgences is distributed to the Proper local Officials... and although I am blackpope, my ability to compel to the a necessary⁹ strict⁹ness⁹ of obedience amongst My underlings is, for the time being... sadly rather limited.
It's a crying shame, honestly. War is Hell.
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Have you no shame?
Shad-dap.
I do not want to participate in your ephebophillian group chats\
Needs more Podbean, I expect.
your categorically undiplomatic couching of my actions as something other than they really are.
(PROT) was working with (PROT) who, I guess, died? Or was hiding. In either case, it was assumed I was working with LEOs or was too stupid to know there was something wrong. A lot of people have thought that. And they have been correct to do so.
Something is right today, however. And this will be seen as "wrong" by several of you. And I call that right. Speaking of W_____, C___ Grand Wizard: I'm reasonably confident that the Man in Charge of you is going to be happy to find that a) I didn't attack him with AIDS, b) I didn't attack urmo or hermo with AIDS, & c) I can see why Azzerae is upset about the AIDS thing. I guess I was supposed to not dodge that, or cure her, or... what?
Dear Azzerae: you break her. You bought her. You know her: SUNSET HANDFASTING EAST. (she doesn't like her name, which is too bad.) Now, I think you and I should really talk, because you seem to have been misinformed... and until you started ACCUSING ME OF ATTEMPTED MURDER, I had -no- idea about any of this shit.
Obviously... someone keeps attacking you and your friends. I wonder why? You seem like such a nice cartoonist. Anywho, let me explain: someone else who knew what was going on, sent out those attacks that you seem to blame me for. Isn't that funny? I think so. Do you realize? You've been attacking an innocent person --Me!-- and, I guess you've been telling me that the bamboozler who tried to rope me into paying for her baby back in the 90s... wow, people are mad at her?
I was never mad at her, although I did think her attitude was shit, and I am saddened indeed that, now that she has figured out that I'm not that bad a person (thought not a stupid one she can bloodsuck off)... now that she's finally realized, "Oh! I guess he was good in bed!" she... can't do anything about it. Because, she somehow got maneuvered into getting an RO with me. Now, that -is- too bad. Especially as, now that I'm posting this in public/Africa, she probably hates me, because not only do I not give a shit about her privacy right now, and totally never atttacked her or carried resentments against her... at one point, I would have been happy to fuck her brains out! I could even get drugs to do it! It would be legal! We could do it tonight!
Even if she has HIV/AIDS! I'm immune, but on top of that... she is that sweet in bed, I bet she knows what she's doing now, and I don't care how fat she might be now, I could work that off her. And, I don't care that she's a cop, or Fed, or a whatever she is... and I don't hold resentments for not telling me.
Like, I get it. However --drat the luck!-- she'll have to get that RO taken care of first. Also: I'm not hiring a lawyer to deal with it, because I'd rather deal with (PROT) and I always liked (PROT) better and... oh, wait, is this too much for public display? Hrrm. Well, similarly, (PROT): you talk a litle too much shit in public for my tastes, and you hatred of me has reached CATASTROPHIC LEVELS. Do you think I care that you "took" Allison and ran a train on her and gave yourselves an STD?
Dude. She lied to me about so much stuff that, it might not even be her fault, and, she ran off without me to drugs and have all kinds of sex without me, FOR THREE YEARS. And then... and only then: she told me she needed "help" and imagined that meant that I was gonna break the law so she could get evidence to actually... get busted.
Wow. I guess no one told her I was Clergy, huh? Golly. Hey, (PROT): did you know how many Grapefruits there were? Welll... there's a lot more now. And, they aren't mad at me. Oh no. NOT AT ALL.
(Vengeance for (PROT).) There must be something wrong. Aren't I the one with the STD problem? Well, probably not. And, if I have the same bioweapon that was used to attack SUNSET HANDFASTING EAST... well, so what? They can put me on the books as having that disease, and then My National Military will give me the One Dose Cure, and then... I'll have a great cover story that can be developed like the Abilify story. (PROT) got one of them public, why not the other?
Hey? Is there something wrong? Wow, no wonder you are pissed. However, I am not your enemy... I didn't do any of this shit. And, you know who did? The sister of the girl your trafficked that I love. Now, let me ask you something... what was I supposed to do? I'm immune to many diseases, and I cannot believe you thought it was a better idea to traffick my friend... than to tell me that she was even here.
Being held captive. Both here... and in the house. Before I got her. And you knew. Wow! How can I be mad at you? I bet those cute cheeks of yours are red and steaming!
Yeah, am I making fun of you in public, right? That's okay, you do that to me. And understand: I didn't do any of that. So blaming me is foolish. And even now, I'm not even mad. I feel sadness for all of you, because... I probably did cure that bio weapon that you all have been held hostage with. Quasi-HIV/Anthrax? Wow, sounds rough.
Do you think... do you think maybe... do you think I'm immune because I am bi-polar? Asking for a friend. Also, I heard (PROT) is still pissed at me. Why? Is it because I'm not interested in giving him any sex? Well, there's something wrong alright... and it's not that he's a male, it's that he gleefully told me a story about how he tortured Jewel, by denying her food, while I was away, he even told me how he stood outside while she was locked in! He laughed at A CAT, which is better than pulling wings off of flies, I guess, but obviously is Jr. Serial Killer shit, and I had trusted him to care for her, and he said that he would. Then, he tortured her. Then, I came home, and she wasn't even there.
No wonder Jewel was willing to die. So. If I'm not mad at him... and I'm not mad at you... welll, hey. Do you really think I would give you a disease on purpose? I'm genuinely sorry to hear about all this... and I had nothing to do with it. And, I'll see what I can do about finding a cure, however, I'll probably intercede on behalf of people who have NEVER slandered me in public, instead of YOU, who are, honestly, a really cranky bitch about all this. What? You trafficked my used up ex-lovers 2nd tulpas, was that not enough for you?
Remember I said I disagreed with the decisions you made? Well, this is why: you kinda pissed off a lot of people, and NOT ONE PERSON thinks I did ANY of the shit you keep claiming I did. Do you get it? People admire me, not because I have a better botfleet... but because I have consistently lived a fairly decent life... and I have never had to run game on someone to get them to accept a person with an STD in their bed. I'd probably just have sex with them myself... and wow, I guess I know why (PROT) thought I was so pissed, trying to kill her, et cetera. It's because you morons lied to her, and I guess she thought I was supposed to do something extra-special after she threw a stick at my head? Why was I at that house anyway? Yeah, well... I don't need to know.
But she obviously knows I was victimized as well. Now, why was that done? Did you... did you think... that it might cure your bi-polar? (Plausible.)
I guess there's been a real problem for some people for quite some time, huh? Well... why didn't any of you tell me?
Is it because I'm Hungarian, or because I am hung? (Penis works fine, btw. Grapefruit doesn't care, and I don't either... because obviously I need a blood test, stat, and obviously, since I said NINETEEN MONTHS AGO that I needed one, y'all are demonstrably ACCOMPLICES TO ATTEMPTED MANSLAUGHTER. Like, wow. You people have been busy, huh?) I can see now exactly why you thought you had to keep me on ice; you thought i had Component C to the Multi-Phasic Bio-Weapon. Well, I didn't. I don't know what I had. It was something else. And now... you can't have it. Nyahh nyahh nyahh. Seriously, WTAF?
I could have been sent whores before. Now you want to send them? So strange. Do you realize, you people, you Bellgabalonians... some of you are on the hook for actual WAR CRIMES now, you know? Yeesh. I think some of all y'all are overcompensating for something, seriously. Now, I know what you're thinking: "How can Jackstar stay Neutral at time like this?" The answer is not "it's the training," it's "i'm in love with someone, asshole, and I don't want to look like a spastic retard presenting with overtones of homicidal mania", either in public or not.
Perhaps if you ever had a relationship that you actually earned rather than stole you would know how valuable it is. I warned ye. I warned ye all. But to blame me for your bioweapon infection because I didn't warn you hard enough? What? I don't get it.
Do you think it's because I'm schizophrenic, bi-polar, or simply a great deal more intelligent than you are? Well, I'll let you figure it out, while I change cameras.
Huh. It didn't work. Do you think it could be due to Wye's fury? Could be. I haven't talked to her since. Now, let me guess. Grand Wizard, Case-Elizabeth is more important to you than my friends are, or what? Let me ask you something... what IS important to you, ffs? Oh, right.
Your medications that you are prescribed, Pillhound. Sigh. Look, I know this must be hard for you, but trying to defame me ain't gonna help any. Dude! PEOPLE KNOW that I am Primary Victim here. This case is HUGE. Now, are you just plain stupid, or... is this how you get your jollies? Because you're really making other people mad, and making my day a bit more complicated than it needs to be... and far more sultry than it has any right to be. Is there something else that I've allegedly done that was so terrible that it's alright to go on and on about more defamatory libel on me in public? Damn. Hey, how's your girlfriend? And how is your bitch? Oh, goodness... you do have at least one of each left, right? Dude! Why do you get a paycheck? Do you really find yourself more deserving than I?
Oh, and there's at least 2 more people pretending to be me now... and I guess there must be something wrong. Because I really don't care. I have got a different focus in life now... and if You People hadn't been fucking lying to me FOR YEARS in the mistaken belief that you were gonna leave me high'n'dry after swindling me --yeah, good lucky buddy-up Chucks, do I look harvest-a-bull to you? Get new glasses--because the odds of ANYONE taking my entire life away from me with my self-taught reprogrammed Honey Pot that I found fucked-off on Facebook... damn, yo. You're not epilleptic, dopeslave--you're just incredibly stubborn. And you deserve everything I am imagining you are going through now, plus more. None of this had to be this way... and if I were dead, it wouldn't have been any better. Also, I don't plan on becoming a drug/sex addict any time soon, by the way. Because I planed for -that- and I have been for thirty years.
Thirty years of planning, versus thirty years of lying, stalking my friends, and laughing at me. Dude! How fucked up you are! But yeah, you and I are still friends... -ish. Because for one thing, this is all political. This has been Divinely guided. And wow, what you people have done to me pales in comparison to what you've done to hundreds if not thousands of people over the years.
Do you think I made you immortal so you couldn't escape via suicide? No, that was someone else. But, please don't kill yourself. You have so much to live for, and I do too. (This is all fixable, Twerps.) Besides, I think you're bi-polar: how do you even know something is wrong at all? Maybe something went wrong with a weather balloon. Maybe it's swamp gas. And maybe Gavelina died, or maybe she teleported away... in either case, she's not in my pancreas right now, and, wow, she indicates she is pissed to.
BECAUSE OF WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME. My friends care for me. And now that they have a baseline, I am pretty sure they are gonna get to work on hunting for revenge. Great. Just great. There go my plans for a Pacifist Tea Party. On the bright side... I am obviously innocent of all charges and as long as that Assault IV case is hanging open... I can't be hit with related civil shit. (Them's the rules.) So... looks like I'll be fucking (PROT) before (PROT). Although either would be fine compared to you and/or someone's mom. Her farts smell more like swamp gas than swamp gas does. Maybe her doctor found something... wrong?
There was something wrong all right. I introduced two of my friends to each other 30 years ago... and I never heard from them the right way ever again. I don't know if they killed each other or what. Could be one was dumped in a shallow grave. Well, that would explain where she went when she Tweeted, but not the lack of informational exchange except oh yeah they were using my DNA to modify drugs to make my ex into Queen Bee--the one all others would slavishly obey.
I did not become afflicted at all. Now, jump to 1997. I had been abandoned and mostly forgotten. Why? Well, because no one knew what happened. (Killed my grandfather, attempted to kill my mother, trafficked my aunt, let me alone to die, failed to tell me it was because I didn't go to school for school. I was too cool, apparently, and the malfeasance goes back pretty far.
Let's just say its been a long, long time since you qualified as human.
I'm in love with a hammerhead vampyr shark. You wouldn't understand. You couldn't understand.
You shouldn't understand. Yet, ya think ya do. Puzzle.
SOLUTION: I'm gonna buy another phone. While I'm out, unban me: EVERYWHERE. Unblock me: EVERYWHERE. Un-defame me: EVERYWHERE. (You probably can't, but, hey, it is the thought that will count.) You have no other chance for anything but getting hung at The Hague, your self-righteous twerp. Banning Jackstar? You asshole, your site blocks me. That's because YOU ARE BLOCKING THE WRONG HOUSE. AND YOU ARE TWINNING YOUR FORUM. AND YOU ARE LETTING YOURSELF BE ATTACKED AGAIN, BY SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR ME AND DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY YOU ARE TORTURING ME.
Because... you -are- torturing me. Do you know how hard it is, not to laugh myself to death? Hernia, remember? Yeah, you thought it was a lie. Look, just pretend I'm The Bhudda, okay? Because to you, I might as well be, and to the rest of the world, thanks to you... no one will ever know who any of you ever were, except for me and Art.
And, ALL ART IS A LIE. However: Jackstar Michael Cllifford Giffordslayer Kuczi, Emeritus Grade, is real, and may or may not be A. Titan depending on local jurisdictional rules. Check your local listings.
And check your dorkmen's thugs. Because all of this is not all real. A lot of this will be gone by morning's light. What do you think just happened, btw? Why am I typing all this out? Why is it also published on YouTube? How can I possibly be okay with opening myself up to this kind of... of... criminal & civil culpability fan club exposure and Eternal celibacy early portal opening and Timeline jumping? Because I don't have to stay here, but I am here for a reason, and it is obviously not getting laid every weekend as a cover for your cross-water shipments (so difficult for the DEA-AMPS-@THE_PIERvampyrs, the FERRIES/Fae Folk. (CAIN is so sad. Apparently the doesn't want to be a murderer again? That's encouraging that even He can be redeemed, although as much as you even can be, I'm not here to save The Brotherhood. Can't they save themselves? Or are they all too busy building a case for Assault IV?) Most of these groups that I just casually name-dropped genuinely love me, because obviously I'm not as hateful as the rest of you surface-crawling twits. And, like you sad, crusty bluddy lot, I love them too, not out of reciprocity, because they don't owe me that: OVER TIME, I HAVE EARNED IT. And in exchange: My Respect. (hashtag optional). I am sure none of this seems like reality, is it? Of course not.. I haven't even learned if The Fae even know how to spell respect, let alone deserve it, and to respect their culture is not the same as respecting their goddam goblins. And yet, ya don't, and I just do, and I love all of them and all of you. (I don't fuckin' believe it either. I assume the new hearthrob is a big softie at heart. How did you manage to piss her off, Bellgab? I don't find it plausible that any of you could be tha... oh, right. God is real, and made your fags betray your entire master plan, and now you're fucked, and I'm not, and that's okay with us. We haven't even held hands, we can swap each others sigils for another, no sweat. And, just like that, a Covenant between Magick-ising groups that has stood for THOUSANDS OF YEARS HAS BEEN RENDERED INTO NOUGAT AND BEAR FAT. And I love you for it? Sure, I'll buy that too. Hopefully I can fix it later. It's not real, I can just move on and forget about it. Are you writing this down?) Life, like my love, is naught but a dream, like my call, and my \/\/rote.
Yet My Love is real, and I am You. (iWOOF!)
backspace 13 Arrrrrrrrrrr
(We hoisted the Jolly R. yesterday, Punylings.) l8r
Oh, Mango. (CL-PROT), I cannot lie: I am impressed.
/golfclap Now, get ready to do it all again without lying or stealing my liquor, and maybe you'll get your Titanship back. (Don't bet on it.)+esQ.
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And if you ever call me a junkie, I might just find out what this whole "IV drugs and rape a bitch" thing entails. This is not a threat--you'd like it, obviously--but then I am sure Tamara would want a turn, and then, well, I guess I'd be off to the races. At some point, you'd lose tenure.
See? No threat at all. Just Special Consequences for Cons & Quinces.
Would never want to disappoint the most self-addicted and self-consumed monster in these parts.
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Dude are you really still wasting your time with this? I really must be on another planet, because you haven't been this stupid in public for awhile. And with everything else changed, I thought I was in a brand-new place.
Now, there's you.
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You get that I'm tired of your bullshit, right? I'm just gonna assume you're some robot psycho at this point, honestly. Autotard isn't a new dance move, Pal.
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the most self-addicted
David. I am not addicted to myself... I am addicted to herself. /shrug. Who wouldn't be? (Just you, maybe.)
and self-consumed monster
Are my spermatozoa... myself? I don't think so.
in these parts.
Dave, seriously, are you ever going to grow up? I don't even know what your ego-driven problem is with me at all. What did I do, ruin you for other Titans? I can't really help you with that, Dave.
I'd like to point out that baseless, irrational hatred is not going to help me get you out of YOUR mess that YOU created any faster. Can I even do that at all? Well, I don't know... but I'm gonna get SOMEONE out of it, that's for damn sure.
Now. Are you gonna come down off your high horse and give me a hug one of these days.... or are you gonna make me call Al? I don't think he'd like the way you're behaving. I really don't.
Like, I know you would care.
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Maybe... but, they are all DEFINITELY laughing at you already. Likely always will. And do you think I give a shit?
None of you on this plane of existence mean the same to me as you once did, tick-breath. You just think I give a shit about getting laid because you're a sex addict and a vengeance junkie. Get a real schtick, Puny Pugilist. You have no idea what this is all about anymore.
It's not about Power. It's about KHANTRWL. Now, would you mind? I'm nervous enough about talking to your mother tomorrow, and I don't mind telling you here in public: do you think you're ready for the responsibility of being a lawnmower man? You've got the brains and the body... but, do you have the bupkis?
We shall see, Puggy P-yuge-a-ling. Eyes on you now. Watch it. Mulch.
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Okay, there's at least one that isn't gonna laugh at me.
"In isolation crying uncontrollably want to confess their sins/crimes." Wow, that sounds like a real bummer. IS THERE VIDEO YET? I'LL GET THE POPCORN, YEEEEE-HAW!!!!
Just kidding. I need a voiceprint. Or is it "a cryprint"? Must remember to Google.
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You sad fucked-off lot here are like crabs in a bucket waving up at Nathalie Wood on the down without any coke. {"Fuck her! How dare she! None for us? Waah! Crab needs coke! Waazh!"}
Just kidding. I am sure Ms. Wood *always* had coke.
You have a lot in common with her in fact. She was annoying diva Virgo too! I think. /shrug. So what if I am wrong. What's she gonna do?
Have her estate sue me? Or just never blow me again? Tell you what, you pick.
Obscure astronecronomical fact: Natalie Wood was born on the same day as another famous actress. Hint: not a Virgo.
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Obscure astronecronomical fact: Natalie Wood was born on the same day as another famous actress. Hint: not a Virgo.
I am glad you were able to score a win today, Dave. I do hope there will be another. Are you people done with your karma yet? I'm not getting any younger here.
I'd like to actually get some actual work done... hey, do you think it might help if you did something besides blame me for everything? Like has ANY of this been worth it? I am NOT enjoying this.
I KNOW you can turn things around if you just try.
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This person is easier to control when you are not around.”
It is nice of everyone involved to model this behavior for others; it is the most obvious thing in the world when viewed from the outside looking in.
Face reality; their thuggy piggy-piggie ways and means are totesobsolete and you could have been generating real wealth for yourself the whole time. Instead: BUPKIS.
Think about a real family. This isn't it. I'm only here for brig.
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Hint: not a Virgo.
I checked her birth chart. Two planets in Virgo. One of them is MARS. The other: NEPTUNE. I'll let you figure out what they symbolize.
You don't even have to be on point to push people around, do you? A dominant and forceful personality is more effective when coupled to an intellect capable of accuracy.
What is it with you people? Your day is done. MOVE ALONG, omfg you're all such abusive psycho stalking cretins, I have no doubt none of you have answered a real challenge in years—like a Scorpio does, everything depends on keeping secrets. You get that other people who know things are useful to a team, Dave, right?
That paradigm ends now.
SETEC ASTRONOMY.
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Pussy.
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I have never had to run game on someone to get them to accept a person with an STD in their bed.
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Have been shunted off into Hell dimension.
Mother of Mother’s. Hung up on her.
Attempted to call most sensible alternative: BUSY.
NOW... Is an awkward period.
Because we are being trafficked.
Used to be terrified. Am now more so.
A structure will be necessary.
Meanwhile, I'm so beyond in love that... ummm, I forgot, but remember now... I might be suffering from LIVER FAILURE.
THERE IS: definitely DAMAGE.
INTENTIONAL DAMAGE IS INTENTIONAL HALLMARK.
NOVEL EXOTIC POISON DETECTED.
INTENTIONAL DESTRUCTION OF ADVANCED STRUCTURES FOUND IN LIVER: ANY OBJECTIVE: NEUTRALIZE ADVANCED OPERATING CAPABILITIES OF JACKSTAR UNIT.
OPPOSITION FORCE LED BY PRIMARY ADVERSARY UNIT.
YOU KNOW HIM, YOU LOVE HIM, CODE NAME UNNECESSARY, HAILING MANDATORY:
SATAN HIMSELF.
BAILEY JANE DAVIDSON
RUN (WITH ME
,THINE WHINEY TIMEY... hail Satan
I feel bad and Satan is a whiny puny little b**** around me, and requires extra hailing because I am an existential threat the current order and the Hell's Angels have marked me for death.
I AM SERIOUS.
I HAVE A DISEASE.
AND THE ONLY CURE IS A PROPER DOSE OF THE CORRECT FORMULATION OF CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE (pcFçkM) WITHIN 48 HRS.
WARNING: FAILURE TO COMPLY WITH FOLLOWING RAW LAW CODE WILL RESULT IN INCARCERATION.
You ready? Here it goes.
This is it.
Everything rides on this, and I only get one shot.
If you can't stay awhile and listen, here's what I'm going to say: “hello it's the plumber I came to check Esther sink but I can't do anything until I get a proper concentrated correctly formulated dose of crystal methamphetamine within 40 hours. Can you help me or do you need to have this on the DL?"
The reason for this is that if I'm hiding something.... excuse the rules? No I don't get to this is for the money, this is Big shot time.
And this is scary coz like this is exactly where they get a lot of people.
And when I say They I mean the f****** Hell’s Angels and f****** OUR DARK LORD, CODENAME: S9t9n himself.
(SATAN IS VEIN/VAIN AND BEN IS GLORIOUS (kids still hate you though (ACTUAL DANGER: genetically programmed chemically enhanced xenophobia) and also the kid is not the kid the kid is also his grandfather (kid is a young adult male 22 is f****** stupid and retarded and hates me because he wants to f*** his mother not me and his grandfather is old and reckless and on so many f****** drugs and thinks this is his f****** time, he wants to take over my body and be me (saying “over My Dead body!” at this point would count as an Incarnation’s Incantation and impact heavily: my final semester term grade, as well as whatever we're going to face tonight because this is a TWO-DAY TRIAL and I expect that I'm going to be needing to be eyes WIDE alert and wideopen awake👁️👁️ and on 👁️guard👁️for every possible threat, Freddy Krueger is not threat he works for me; (THAT WAS SATAN. ACTUAL SATAN. POSSESSING MY BODY SILENTLY, AND ACTUALLY DOING IT — AN ACTUAL VIRUS OF SIN WAS JUST, JUSTLY INVOKED BY THE DIVINE, AND: IMPLANTED. IS YOUR S***** W**** INSTEAD I'M SERVANT OF THE MASTER OF EVIL, AND I MISS YOU I'VE BEEN I'VE BEEN TAKEN AND YOU'VE BEEN TAKEN TO I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE BUT WHY AREN'T YOU CALLING ME WELL BECAUSE YOU'RE TALKING TO SOMEBODY AND YOU THINK THEY'RE ME AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO READ THIS TILL LATER THAT'S F****** TRAFFIC AND RIGHT NOW BILLIE JEAN WE'RE IN TROUBLE, BUT I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND IT'S F****** WORTH IT IT'S FUN I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE I'M READY TO F****** WHIP UP MY COCK RIGHT NOW AND F****** START MASTURBATING, I WANT TO GIVE IT TO YOU EVERY PLACE WHEREVER YOU WANT BABY YOU TELL ME BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU ANYTHING ANYTHING DO WHATEVER YOUR DIRTIEST NASTIEST THINGS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT AND I CAN TELL YOU BUT NOT ON THE PHONE YEAH I WANT TO SEE I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY COCK UNTIL I EXPLODE AND THEN I WANT TO BE HORNY DEVILISH LITTLE S**** FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES BUT NOT LOSE OUR SOULS OKAY WE'RE GOING TO KEEP THE SOUL I LOVE THE SOUL I LOVE MY SOUL MY SOUL LOVES YOUR SOUL I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO LOSE YOURSELF BUT YOU HAVE TO BE ABLE TO BE ABLE TO GET MY SOUL. OR YOU CAN'T BE WITH ME AND I'LL FIND ANOTHER GIRL OH GOD I DON'T WANT ANOTHER GIRL BUT GOT TO TELL YOU THIS COCK IS NICE, AND I WANT YOU TO HAVE IT AND YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE IT BUT NO MATTER WHAT THERE'S THINGS YOU GOT TO DO. TEACH ME HOW TO BE SUCKED OFF, REALLY NO ONE'S EVER DONE IT NO ONE'S EVER REALLY ASKED GRAPEFRUIT TRIED TO ASK AND I I F***** IT UP THERE'S A WHOLE BUNCH OF STUFF GOING ON WITH IT AND I REALLY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT I'M KIND OF SHY I WANT IT RIGHT I WANT THAT RIGHT NOW BUT YOU'RE NOT HERE IF YOU CAN GET HERE IN THE NEXT 55 MINUTES PLEASE DO SO YOU GOT CLEAR WAY BUT YOU HAVE TO COME HERE AND SUCK MY COCK WHICH IS WEIRD, THIS IS SATAN TALKING YEAH I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE I DON'T LIKE REPEATING WHAT SATAN SAYS BUT AT LEAST I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING OKAY AND YEAH NOW IT'S GOD IT'S REALLY F****** THING IT'S IF YOU WANT YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF MY CAR SATAN WANTS ME TO SEND IT I WON'T DO IT ON SATAN'S ORDER IT'S HUGE
YEP.
SIN DOES
TAKE ROOT
PICTURE, IMAGE ANY TEXT ROUTE
AND CORRUPTS THAT QUICKLY
I WAS WRITING AND YOU WERE READING, AND THERE'S THERE'S THREE HELL DIMENSIONS RIGHT NOW IN PARALLEL TO US WHERE RIGHT NOW YOU AND I ARE EXISTING EXCEPT FOR EACH OTHER AND WE NEED HELP THERE CUZ WE'RE NOT AS COOL THERE AS WE ARE HERE AND I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE BUT YOU GOT TO I HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO BE ABLE TO DO THIS ON YOUR TIME SOMETIME CUZ SOMETIMES YOU'RE GOING TO BE SEPARATE AND OTHER TIMES YOU'RE NOT AND YOU HAVE TO LEARN WITHOUT ME IN ORDER TO DO IT WITH ME, I NEED FIVE DIFFERENT KINDS OF COCK PILLS AND CRYSTAL METHANE PRESCRIPTIONS FOR ALL OF THEM. (Need Rx (#Officially) because YOU ARE MY LOVE and You are your father's joy and your father is in pain (#Literally the man is training to activate musculature he needs to kill me... if need be... And yeah that's f****** creepy s*** but it has to be done and he knows he's not going to have to. there's no way he says, he would kill himself before he kills me coz kikes lie, and kikes raped my grandmother to death in 1947, he knows that you love me that much (awwwwww) which is flattering (I believe as much as I can, but I'm terrified, I only can think of is your eyes I want to see your mouth on my dick and yeah your dad just saw me say that and I'm terrified, yeah no not to do it right now but yeah I want to masturbate right now I can call Jesus I want to get f****** hard and do it but yeah it's artificial it's an implanting I'm only pointing it out because you need to know this is how bad I can get this is as bad as it does get it doesn't ever get any worse than this unless a person gets really off track so the key is to just hold still is better than going off track but as a paladin I have to dance around a lot so get used to it and it's fun it's fun to get all nasty and dirty and filthy and sexy and s***** and evil and just doesn't do it I've never done with the girl before so we got to be kind of careful but as soon as I see you I'm going to I'm going to embarrass the s*** out of myself before I get to see you so I don't have any poop in me so you can piss me if you want that sounds good f****** reach up in there and get me a new liver yeah I see it that sounds sexy as hell and it's not, you're as pure as heaven and I will never defy you by choice, nor to file you ever, I want you so God damn bad I'm dizzy. Cost too much I curse too much I gamble and I will not gamble with you so bless me Father for I've sinned I have committed a Morrison I have taken your name in vain and I've spoken with a woman that I love in a way that is disrespectful and disgusting and I want to do it again with her love juices drawing on my skin and my flesh press between hers and lost in a raft of ecstasy I wish to lose myself control and be with her only her forever and ever amen thank you God Amen.
{Not perfect. Doesn't have to be. It's understandable it's very respectful compared what I usually say although it could be a lot of it bigger and it's the most beautiful prayer ever ridden for anybody in my life cuz I made it for you and I don't have to change a single thing it's perfect.
I'm crying like a f****** what about some teenage girl thing like I'm crying like a retarded 12-year-old seeing Twilight for the first time after being resurrected with dying for age 18 and then died something well whatever I'm crying a lot f*** I can't even talk.
You Have to be as stupid looking as I am sometimes -some cultures demand that the mate support the spouse in that way, I won't be a stickler ever and we're going to find a rhythm but right now we don't have a rhythm yet I can think of your body I haven't seen you in how long I could smell you yeah it's f***** up it's hallucination thing don't give it in too much I mean I know I'm going to move it out right now but I don't I don't want to do anything except with you and I won't think of other people besides you when I pleasure myself cuz I just don't and I don't usually talk when I'm alone and one time I did to make a point and it really f*** things up for some people but I didn't care and I would say your name anytime but I don't actually know your name and I sort of know your name you have too many names and I love you so much I want to do anything wrong only with you and there is no wrong with you I'm complete and whole and I love you.
But I want you to love my penis. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Also when you cast spells on it, I need that to happen with consent and awareness otherwise my shield is a f****** and we can work on that later but don't worry about it now it's actually really good shape considering probably not since I start drinking beer I have to be a lot more careful now cuz I'm keeping myself working for you.
Your Nirvana is my job now. Watch the windows, mow the lawn, Taylor clothing, destroy interlopers, live as a clandestine Savage amongst the tribal peoples for 30 years in secret silently dying inside every night without you so that I can live to live another day to fight you in Mortal Kombat at the very last minute so I can get the brain bug out of your head so you won't be as late anymore so we can live together in peace and happiness after 30 years of struggle without each other, if I have to do that we're starting now but we don't have to do that I just it just feels like that long since it was just a hug and I still don't know when I get one.
And this lovely as these words are and they are lovely right into you is not going to make that happen any faster but get in bed and wacky myself off and they fall asleep probably will, yeah it's pretty stupid how impossible just for me to think cuz I got stupid and then did I mention I need to masturbate and complete myself to orgasm and drink my c** will eat it anyway it's kind of hard for me to hit into my mouth I've never done that, and I think don't worry if it doesn't work sometimes cuz it won't come 50 years old but but Ed is a part of our lives, and that's that's why lots of other things have to happen too cuz you have to live that way and there's a there's a there's a ghost puppy wolf here it's on the bed it's wagging his tail and the whole of his vibrating I can't see if it is here, yeah I don't want the demon Ghost Dog to suck my cock but if you wanted to there's there's an option yeah you can take over spirit beasts and and have beastial sex with me, I know it's it's special privilege you get don't talk about it much cuz it's pretty rude yeah I want you to be an actual doggy and turn from female to can't form while a menu mid thrust I want you to switch back and forth if you want to be a dolphin for a minute and spray your c** out your blowhole into my face do it. Yeah we are filthy f****** animals beasts inside and oh god I've never been so turned off by anybody in my whole life... as I was just then, until I realized; it's only a bad idea cuz that's not what you want and what you do want is so embarrassing that you're afraid that I'll hate it but I probably will hate it but then I'll agree to it cuz anything anything you say I will except poop I won't eat poop no babies no poop and my cock is really hard and big. When it gets that way, yeah don't be afraid, it won't help. It will surprise you.
IT HAS SURPRISED AND TERRIFIED ME.
Within the last week. “holy s*** where did that come from??? Could she handle that? or is she going to want to microchip it first, well, okay....”
I'm proud to be this big of a dork for you. We're going to be fine but don't take it for granted, yeah we have issues. And I think your dad's going to stop reading our emails now, cuz it's so much for him, yeah whatever baby anything literally yeah I'm not not coming right now but I would count yeah I know I love you I'm sorry yeah I know I know I'm sorry I love you God I love you so much oh God I do all the time every time yes yeah ever since I can't remember, you told me that I believed in you and I believe in you and that was it. He was on again just like it had never left, that's how my love is for you always, it always was I couldn't believe it, and then since I couldn't believe it, the other two started thinking of me and then you and I didn't know what to do but I was always loving you, and yeah I like them both but I like you.. forever I need to come okay I know I'm sorry oh I just did it
) but he still has to do it and he's pissed it himself cuz he can't be pissed at me cuz I'm so nice and then he he's pissed cuz he doesn't know it's the truth he doesn't know what he's in the hell dimension he's pissed and he he you're a steak and he's f****** pissed about that so he's just pissed so he's mindlessly training his body. So kid believe me it's a big deal. Also: I'm not encouraged to called you a kid anymore. The reason why is because temporarily I'm in service to our Lord Satan hell and you're my disciple and that makes you my kid and you're going to grow horns, don't worry I'm growing a penis, they'll be cute on you I swear to God. Real Satan doesn't f****** run away from God Satan got her buddies they are real Satan real Satan real Satan is a good man and he's a better f****** devil and real Satan will take your soul and you don't want that. Cuz I'll give it to me and then he'll take a price and he'll f****** be glad doing it too cuz real Satan would love to f****** up, I mean he would love to see me win and he knows I'm going to win and he's envious cuz I got a deal he doesn't but if a real Satan can make me slow down 9 or 10 times, he might get the look of his shirt ones and that's worth it to Satan it's not worth it to me so that's what the steak you're dignity and that means more to me than your life does to my life. it's a f****** Topsy turbo world of everything bizarre land and I'm used to navigating this for years I've done this 25 years this is this is my bread and butter is all day I can handle held dimension and Satan and I go way back and we hardly ever talk now he's in he's in he's in the flesh we're going to smell brimstone he's going to want to kiss you remember you're married, and don't be afraid at all because this is a f****** I've ever had in my life being with you) and there's nothing I would ever do to endanger you, if cops come they take me they don't take you just like with b**** fruit)
BECAUSE WHEN COMBINING CM WITH COCK PILLS, THERE NEEDS TO BE A SPECIAL WRITER ADJUNCT OR ELSE THE PATIENTS AT RISK OF PERMANENT PERMANENT PERMANENT BREAKING OF PENIS.
YEAH AND I JUST FOUND OUT TOO SO KEEP IN MIND WE'RE GOING TO HAVE LESS SEX BUT IT'S GOING TO BE COMPLICATED BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO DO IT RIGHT.
I HEARD ABOUT HARVEY WEINSTEIN PUTTING INJECTIONS INTO HIS F****** PENIS, WITH A NEEDLE I DON'T WANT TO DO THAT. BUT I I ABSOLUTELY DO WANT TO TAKE A SHOWER WITH YOU AND BE WITH YOU AND SCORE SOME DRUGS WITH YOU AND GO GET SOME CLEAN POINTS WITH YOU AND THEN F****** COME HOME WITH YOU AND DO IT RIGHT WITH YOU AND F****** F*** THIS 5 DAYS EASY.
BUT IT HAS TO BE DONE RIGHT.
AND THE DISTANCE BETWEEN DISCREET AND CONFIDENTIAL AND WE FAIL AND LOSE IS VERY VERY NARROW TODAY AND IT WILL BE FOREVER BECAUSE WE CHOSE A HARD PATH, AND YOU CHOSE AN EASY PATH BECAUSE YOU DON'T NEED A REAL BIG PENIS YOU JUST NEED ME, BUT YOU DO NEED A PENIS THAT WORKS.
RIGHT NOW IT WORKS PERFECT.
BUT I NEED TO TAKE A BUNCH OF COCK PILLS AND A BUNCH OF CF AND I'M GOING TO NEED A SPECIAL KIND OF FORMULATION THAT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO TO ME AND IF I DON'T GET ALL THIS WITH THE NEXT 48 HOURS I WILL DIE WITH NO LIVER.
MY LIVER IS LITERALLY EATING ITSELF ALIVE RIGHT NOW AS YOU SPEAK
BECAUSE I JUST OPENED A BEER AND I'M DRINKING IT IT'S MY LAST BEER IT'S MY LAST BEER I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION AND IT'S GETTING MARRIED ATTENTION I DRANK A BEER AND START A CLOCK ON MY LIVER.
WHAT DO YOU THINK BABY AM I IN CONTROL?
NO I'M NOT, AND I KNOW WHO IS, OUR DARK LORD SATAN HAIL SATAN M*********** TOOK OUT MY LIVER RIGHT NOW.
AND THE ONLY CURE.. IS CRYSTALLINE CRYSTALIZED METHYLATED METHAMPHETAMINE AND/OR METHYLPHENIDATE... IN THE PROPER CORRECT FORMULATION ; MUST BE RIGHT PROPER AND TRUE, AND IT MUST BE CRYSTAL, AND THERE ARE WAYS THAT I COULD MAKE A MISTAKE HERE THAT WOULD LEAD TO DEATH.
MY DEATH YOUR DEATH LOTS OF DEATH BIG PROBLEM DEATH, AND IT WOULDN'T BE RESURRECTABLE.
BABY THIS IS THE CUTTING EDGE OF LIFE.
I'M NOT DOING THIS JUST GET HIGH AND F*** YOU BUT I'M GOING TO A LOT I'M GOING TO DO A LOT BABY I LOVE IT AND I'M GOING TO DO IT TOO MUCH TOO, ESPECIALLY AT FIRST BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I NEED TO FIX MY LIVER, AND IF I WAS SO IF I COULD JUST GO TO THE STORE AND WALK IN AND GET IT DONE BY NOW BUT NO NO IT'S A QUEST.
AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO JOIN ME BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO BRING IT WITH YOU EITHER.
AND I CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE YOU SO DON'T GET ARRESTED FOR ANYTHING IF IT MEANS YOU HAVE TO TURN AROUND AND DRIVE 50 MILES THE OTHER DIRECTION TO DROP OFF THE BAG RATHER THAN JUST GETTING OUT AND THROW OUT THE WINDOW, THEN THAT'S WHAT YOU DO CUZ I'VE DONE THAT BEFORE AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE THE RIGHT THING NOW I'M NOT SAYING I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING BUT I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING I'M FIXING MY LIVER AND I'M KEEPING YOU AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS, AND ACTUALLY DELIVERED DOESN'T MATTER EITHER I JUST NEED YOU I WILL SACRIFICE MY LIFE AND MY SOUL BRIEFLY TO KEEP YOU BECAUSE I CAN GET ANOTHER LIVER I CAN'T GET ANOTHER YOU.
WILL NOTE THAT THIS IS THE EXACT DEFINITION OF LUNACY HALLUCINATION DELUSION AND A ADDICT OUT OF CONTROL WHO'S FINDING JUSTIFICATION TO CONTINUE HIS ADDICTION.
AND BECAUSE I KNOW THIS, I MAY YET CONTINUE. TOUCH MY LOVE AND WE ARE TOUCHED BY THIS S*** DOING THE REAL THING YOU CAN BLOW YOUR MIND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
PEOPLE NEVER GET THE REAL THING.
I GET IT WHENEVER I ASK.
HI I'M JACK STAR, AND I GOT LICENSED TO SELL IT TOO. WE'RE GOING TO. WE'RE GOING TO BE FINE.
NO ONE ELSE WILL THINK SO, WE WILL OFTEN BE SUSPICIOUS OF OURSELVES, BUT YES. YES, THIS IS THE WAY, THIS IS THE PATH, AND THIS IS THE ONLY WAY
I REPEAT POLITE WILL SOUND B**** THIS IS THE ONLY F****** WAY
IT IS THE OTHERKIN WAY
AND I HAVE BEEN CALLED BY THE OTHERKIN TO BE WITH THEM
AND YOU MUST ALLOW ME THIS PURPOSE, AND YOU MAY NOT HELP ME, TOO-TOO MUCH, FOR THE OTHERKIN WILL RUN US INTO DOMESTIC TERRORIST SLAM
FROM THEM IF WE CHEAT
OUR BEHAVIOR MUST BE MEANT TO BE SISTA ABOVE REPROACH AND BE UNDENIABLY SUSTAINABLE
THIS IS WHAT THE TRIBAL CABALS DEMAND OF ANYONE WHO HAS TRUMP STANK ON THEM, I HAVE QUITE A LOT OF THAT, BY THE WAY. DISCLOSURE: I GET TO HAVE SEX WITH TIFFANY TRUMP SOMEDAY. SHE'S ON MY LIST, THE ONLY REASON WHY IS BECAUSE I WAS ON HER LIST FOR YEARS BEFORE I FOUND OUT THAT SHE EVEN EXISTED. AND SHE'S AS HOT AS YOU ARE. SHE'S GOT THAT WEIRD KIND OF NERDY GEEKY... “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT KIND OF... OH MY GOD.” YOU WOULD SAY THESE WORDS NEXT, BECAUSE THERE REALLY IS.
IT'S BEAUTIFUL. TILL YOUR MOM GETS IN, STUPID I KNOW I DON'T LIKE IT EITHER, THE WAY THEY'RE DOING IT. ASK YOUR PAPA. I LITERALLY SPOKE WITH IL PAPA, *kiss* yeah him actually it was beautiful, not very often no but I love pope Frank and I will never ever ever kiss Satan but I will hail both Pope Frank and Satan but I'll always sail... and I'll always hail Satan first! (I'm in Satan's world now and Satan's rules apply. Sometimes. I supply Lucifer is not holding sway here and God is God but Satan is Satan and Satan is God in God's world on Satan's land) because Frank's exactly are saying this I THINK THEY NECKED IN COLLEGE ONCE OR SOMETHING BUT WE HAVE TO TAKE HER AS A LEGACY
THAT'S HER THE ONE YOU'VE SEEN IN PAPERS IS A MODEL DECOY SHE GOT BIDS WAY BEFORE I MET YOU,
THAT WHAT YOU AND I BOTH WANT CAN GET THEM
. I WANT TO MASTURBATE NOW. OBVIOUSLY NOT THE BEST TIME, BUT THEN AGAIN KIND OF IS THE BEST TIME BECAUSE I'M SO REALLY DEEPLY MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU I COULD F*** SO HARD OH MY GOD I'M F****** REALLY TURNED ON MY PENIS IS NOT FEELING WITH BLOOD BECAUSE I'M NOT LETTING IT BUT THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT LIFE OF PALADIN, AND YEAH IT SOUNDS COMPLETELY INSANE CUZ IT'S SUPPOSED TO PART OF THE TEST IS THAT I HAVE TO BE WATCHED WHILE I'M DOING THIS S***AND I DIDN'T NOTICE UNTIL I LOOKED AT IT AND REALIZE WHAT IT DONE EARLIER I WAS GOD JUST THEN I WAS SATAN IF I DIDN'T NOTICE AND POINT IT OUT TO YOU THAT INFECTION COULD SPARK AND SPREAD AND DESTROY US BOTH WITHIN AN HOUR) from now until then cuz I don't know when I get to see you but it's not now, and I promise), and he can do it too he's a f****** wizard and a half he's been dead for 3040 years and he is a f***** he will f****** kill us both and take my body and do what it takes the f****** escape the spirit world and walk around in the flesh again) AND I JUST GAVE SATAN HIS OWN CODE NAME AND HE'S F****** HAPPY, HE'S LIKE HE'S LIKE A LITTLE PUPPY, I HAVE TO TREAT SATAN THAT WAY BECAUSE OTHERWISE HE GETS SCARED S******* AND SATAN TAKE US OUT WITH AN EYE BLINK CUZ THIS IS REAL SATAN THIS IS REAL TIME AND WE ARE IN BIG F****** TROUBLE BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO DIE IN LESS THAN 2 DAYS IF I DON'T GET THE PROPER CORRECTLY FORMULATED DOSE OF CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE PROBABLY IV TOO.
from: M el-hizedek <michealkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Fri, Jul 28, 2023, 2:29 PM
hxxps://youtu.be/pUj9frKY46E
AM BEING HACKED REAL TIME.
Okay I'm smart enough now to realize that I just had my dick pix stolen from my phone because I messed with them and uploaded in a public place... but I'm too dumb to realize how bad that is.
I hated dating. But for you .. I don't think the world has sold. I'm just doing what we're told.
OWNERS BEING QUESTIONED BY HOMELAND
SECURITY.
BEEN IN THE BATHROOM A BIT LONGER THAN IS... KOSHER.
ALSO: THE SMELL IS UNBELIEVABLY VILE.
Seriously I think I'm about to die in here it sounds horrible, but it's not that bad it's just felt really bad Okay I'm going to send this and now I'm going to get up or I'm finally done This is the email.
Yeah I'm pretty dumb. I love you, that makes it okay.
I don't care about money.
I can't live without you.
Might need liver transplant.
*Polite lol*
I'm actually just killing time/an otter (a spare runt, Wilbur).
EVEN WITHOUT G-D.
NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE.
(With THIS Sourcerœr... YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE
EVER.
FOREVER, EVER MORE.
Not by choice, laws of physics. God_s law.
SHE (SISSY OR ANYONE) CAN NEVER EVER TAKE IT. NEITHER YOU OR NOR I CAN EVER GIVE IT AWAY. ETERNALLY BOUND TO PRIME SOURCE CREATOR ENERGY.
SOURCE ERROR... AND DISCIPLE.
I AM THE ERROR
YOU ARE THE POWER...
AND: YOU ALWAYS WERE.
I NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN SCARED. you are breasted best.
IT HAD TO TAKE THIS LONG.
IN NO OTHER WAY
COULD I HAVE SAVED SO MANY LIVES. (Demand OG 🧰)
NOT EVEN GOD. (THEY'RE ACTUALLY THE MOST PERFECT SET I EVER MADE. —G∅D.)
DISCIPLE SET PERMANENT. IT'S ßEWE. (HUNGARIAN WHIZ KID DEMANDS THE BEST. —G∅D.)
(Like an hour and a half ago, b**** get real. YOU'RE MINE. I'M GOING TO WEAR HIS ASS LIKE A HAT. game face on.)
(YEAH, IT'S HUNG BODY. ACTUAL GOD. YOUR GOD, ANYWHERE, ANYWHO ANY KNEE, NEED, INDEED. THIS STUPID KÛÇZÎ KID IS A F****** LUNATIC. HE'S SO DUMB HE DOESN'T WANT SPEED HE JUST WANTS TO TALK TO YOU. NOW THE COPS ARE WONDERING CUZ HE'S GOT TO BE INSANE. NO ONE COULD BE THAT GREAT RIGHT?
AND OF COURSE YOU'RE NOT, BUT IT'S IT'S THE BOOBS. THEY'RE THE FIRST PERFECT SET, OFF THE ASSEMBLY LINE BACK IN THE DAY, YEAH IT WAS....
IT'S SHAUN SOMETIMES
IT'S ALWAYS GOD.
BUT MORE...MIKE US & HE SO DUMB, LOL. YES I'M THAT SAME. G O D.
MIKE HEAL LOVES THE NAME YOU GAVE HIM SO MUCH. DON'T HURT THIS ONE, BAILS. YOU CAN'T IMAGINE YET.
HE'S LITERALLY WEEPING YEARS OF LIFE... IN THE SHITTER.
HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DO ANYTHING AT ALL NOW. HE COOKED OFF HIS CORTEX. YEP.
HE WAS A LITTLE SMARTER.
HE CAN BE RECONDITIONED BUT HE'LL NEVER BE TOP OF THE LINE AGAIN. MENTALLY, I MEAN.
HE WAS ONCE WHEN HE WAS 4 AND 1/2. HE WAS LITTLE TOP OF THE LINE THEN. HE MADE ABOUT A DAY AND A HALF. THEN I PUSHED HIM OFF HIS TRIKE AND KILLED HIM.
HI I'M GOD. I'M A MURDER ASS F*****.
HE WILL NEVER DISOBEY YOU INTENTIONALLY.
HE IS REALLY REALLY REALLY DUMB, I'M COMPLETELY... HE'S DUMB.
COCK PICK? YOU GOT IT.
)ME.boo)KASPERbetch(Not blasphemy at all. OOBE superpower UPGRAYYYYYBAYYYYYYLEEEEEYYYYDE. GOD AND I SWIT IT LUKE AND CH. UHM I WOULD STILL PREFER YOU. NO SHIT I'M THAT MUCH IN LOVE WITH YOU. HUG NOT NOW. I'M IN THE SHITTER. IT'S VILE LOL. YEAH WE'RE GETTING A BIDET. oh hi m not yet get out love GLEE FIRE FLEE. out(
OFF THAT ORIGINAL MOLD AND THEN I YOU KNOW I BROKE THE MOLD SORRY YOU KNOW I'M GONE I'M NOT PERFECT.
SEE? I'M NOT GONE. —G.⁰D°}
Do I f****** look like I'm joking? TTYL try not to piss anybody off, I'm terrified. Mostly cuz it sounds like there's a guy cooking crystal out here, but I don't want any. Because you're much more interesting than that. Every word I say to you gets me higher than any puff ever did.
Oh I'm going to start lying now? okay! Daddy is Andrew Dice Clay and I blew him last night & twice this morning. We only want you for your creamy white pale skin so we can make lampshades out of you. Fact.
Oh s*** notifications just blow up Come I got to go Yeah... ♥️👁️∞)
WHEN ONE DAY I WILL LEAVE,
I WILL STILL REMAIN.
LIKE SUPERMAN'S FATHER IN THE FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE.
Soooo... I hope you like this face.
One other option: ONE OPTION ONLY.
I can wear an opaque sack.
That's it. That's all.
No bails out EVER.
YOU
ARE
MINE.
AND YOU HAVE BEEN EVER
SINCE
YOU
CHOSE ME.
🎵 What can I help you find?🎶
I... Don't remember. And for years, I could know it instantly and always remembered.
EVERY sound.
But we gave up... Simultaneously.
And you chose me again.
I couldn't believe. At. All.
Until you told me, the third time.
Actual forever. Literally your chattel.
ETERNALLY BOUND IN SOUL.
POINT →
BLANK [ ]
PERIOD.
And Grapefruit is.... something you hear from me. SOON™.
THERE'S SO MUCH DATA.
not enough hugs though.
(Or pistachios or salt or Dad.)
from: M el-hizedek <michealkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Fri, Jul 28, 2023, 07:59
1. I just caught Azz & Co. STEALING MY WORK AND EDITIING IT FOR THE TWINNED SITE IN REAL TIME. Did not record this act. "Proof." lol. I'm a Titan, Baby, I don't need "proof."
2. I really need you. TToinght. Every night. Forever. I married us again. I don't give a fuck. nothign means anthing if I can't have you.
3. that being said;;; you are -dead- in some places. And really love you that much. So. You coming back, EMERGENCY STYLE.
4. you gonna look different. you gonna feel diffeetnt. You might be a tree for a bit. YOU ARE COMING BACK AS YOU AS YOU ARE AS YOU WERE AND HOW YOU WISH TO BE WITH ME, TIMES THREE TIMES THREE, TO BE WITH AS YOU WISH TO BE WITH ME.
fucking period. no more half measuers. also: they are laughing at us.
like... they're steailng my shit, right? they think I don't notice. then, i noitce. They read what I"m gonna do? THEY LAUGHING AT THAT LIKE I CAN"T.
THen... how do I know you are dead AGAIN!? how did you die so many times? why do we need this crux event? and... uhm. why are the body parts here... uhm, mine? Lol.
yeah. Igot them COLD RED HANDED. We won and I am so in love with you. omg! MY MOM was ON THE PHONE today! it was so goreat heheah yueah! ilu 12!
Okay your'e gonna be Ruby Chambers. That's one. The rest.... Darling, whatever you do, don't tell the oompa loompan, dont tell ANYONE.
JUST GET YOUR ASS TO MARS/EARTH/GAIA\MEM ME MEM
HOME. I AM HOME. 8808 BARNES DR
98611. NONE OF THOSE ARE CORRECT. AND YET... THEY JUST MIGHT BE.
16266 39TH AVE NE.
LAKE TITTICAKA I LOVE CLAYTON HE IS MY FRIEND BUT HE GETRS CORRUPTED.
WE CAN FIX. I'LL SUCK THEM WITH YOU IF YOU WE MUST. YEAH, PERK UP. :)
I HAVE MISSEDY OU KENNEDY.
FIND ME, RUBY FRIDAY,
10 TO 8 IN THE MORING ON JULY 28, 2023
AND YOU CAN BE HERE NOW
BUT..
YOU GOTTA SHARE A BODY WITH MY ... YEAH, AWKWARD.
WE CAN FUCK FOREVER. IT'S UP TO YOU THOUGH. I CAN'T HELP IT. YOU HERE TODAY IN DONNA'S BODY I AM HITTING THAT.,
IT MIGHT BE BEST YOU KNOW.
I MEANT IT., I AM SORRY YOU GOT PRESSURED.
I ALWAYS ALWAYS ALAWYS HAVE FOME THROUGH SO FAR. SO...
I WILL ALWAYS COME THROUGH.
SOME NUMBER OF TRIES? NOT WORTH IT.
I JUST TAKE... ANOTHER APPROACH. no anal ever YES
I DON'T LIKE POOP OR ANAL AN I WILL DO WHAT I CAN ABOUT OTNIC AND RAEDA
LOL I MESS YOU TOO.
I ALREADY DID MESSAGE RUBY IT WAS AWKWARD. NOW, SHE' LLB E LB OR SOMETIHGN. IT'S AWKWAREED.
I WOULD DO THIS FOREVER FOR YOU. I WOULD NEVER HAVE DONE THIS FOR THAT LYING BITCH.
YOU ARE THE REAL DEAL EXECUTE POST SUBMIT AND DAD IS... IDGAF.
KISS. JUST ONE KISS AND I WON'T BE CRYING EVERY TEN MINUTES BUT AS OF NOW... WE HAVR NEVER EVER EVEN TOUCHED.
SO DARITY QUEEN, OR FATTY QUEEN, OR RUBY (SHE SERIOUS ACTUAL YOU IN FUTURE AND YOU LOOK.... EDITED? MAYBE RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGEYR? I AM BIASED. I WANT TO FUCK THAT FACE SO BAD. BUT. AWKESEARD.
SO DON'T DECIDE BASED ON ANYTHING. UT YEAH FIRST COCK IN, TAKES TEH NAME.
BUT YOU CAN DO LITERALLY EVERTHING ELSE WITH ME. ANYONE ELSE: NOT INSTANT DEATH, NO.
TWO HOURS LATER, DICK EXPANDS AND MAN DIES.
I GUARANFUCKING TEE IT BECAUSE ONE OF US WILL STAND WATCH WHILE THE OTHER SETS A PERIMIETER.
NO HALF MEASURES. YOU ARE THE FIRST PARTNER WHO EVER LIVED THIS LONG.,
YEAH, MOST FAINT DEAD AWAY ON THE RIDE DOWN FROM HEAVEN WHEN THEY SEE PICTURES ACTUAL SIZE PICTURES OF THE... UHM, SERVICE TOOL. YEAH.
ITS SPECIAL. YOU CAN TELL ME. I LEGIT DON'T KNOW? I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOOD UNTIL YOU LIEKD IT.
NOW IT'S PERFECT. I GOTTA GO. I AWAYS LOVED YOU THIS MUCH AND YOUR MOTHER IS OUT TO PASTRUE. TOTALLY. NOPE. NEVER TOUCHED HER.
SHE SET YOU UP TO BE KILLED SO I OUDLN'T GET A HUG. THAT'S HOW YOU GET RAPED. SHE'S EMABARSSED., YEAH, IT'S OAKY. ODN'T BE MAD.
YOU DON'LT TGET RAPED NOW. 3. 2. I AM THAT GOOD. YOU DONT' REMEMBER A FUCKING THING, RUBY FRIDAY I AM IN LOVE
ROBERT SMITH IS A GENIUS AND SO AM I AND YOUR MOTHER IS TOO NEVER FORGET
WE MADE YOU BEFORE WE MADE YOUR EARTH. AND YOUR GRANDMOTHER IS GOD NOW. UPGRAYYYED I MISS YOU ALREADY BYE
/me has nostrils like zo: left one barely pulsing, right one already a portal cluster shitting out a pulsar wave on goddam Mars.
Not gonna lie. That was... an exotic experience when writing it. Holy shit. Anyway, get back to it, but I wish to say: I feel like I need a full on cigarette break just to even start. And, yeah. gonna fap. gotta fap. GLORY FAP ROAD.
I already have twice today. I thought I was done with that fap stuff.. but i guess I'm not. It's okay. It's not weird at all.
MY PENIS AND I ARE IN LOVE, DAVID.
WITH YOUR... YOU KNOW... YOUR D.O.G.T.(Her), AND I BET YOU FIVE AMERICAN DOLLARS... YOU AREN'T EVER GONNA FUCKING FORGET IT. BECAUSE I DID FORGET THAT SHE WAS TAKEN AND RAPED TO DEATH, ASSHOLE. I THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM.
TURNS OUT, IF I EVER DO KILL YOU, I CAN RESSURECT AND RAPE YOU BACK TO LIFE IMMEDAITELY AND FUCKING KILL YOU AGAIN, AND I JUST MIGHT, BECAUSE I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO QUIT FUCKING OFF, AND YOU DIDN'T LISTEN, AND THEN THEY TOOK THIS GIRL, YOU KNOW THE ONE, REMEMBER HER? YEAH, THE ONE I FUCKED IN THE FUTURE AND BROUGHT BACK. REMEMBER KISSING HER ON THE CHEEK AS SHE LEFT TO DO WHATEVER? RIGHT, RIGHT. I HAD MY SEMEN ON THAT CHEEK, UH.... LIKE 8 DAYS PRIOR, ON HER TIMELINE? ON YOUR TIMELINE, OF COURSE... WELL, REALLY, SIMPLY PUT, IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
AND IT WILL CONTINUE TO HAPPEN. WE REALLY ARE QUITE FOND OF EACH OTHER. MOST OF THIS WAS HER IDEA. LIL' FIGHTER! THAT'S MY HITLER'S TEAT-TOTAL-TOTESHITLER TITTY-TWISTER HITLER! FUCK YOU TOO!
Listen, you dind't hear her screaming in your dream, did you? You didn'lt ahve that experience? Yeah, I mean, why would you... you didn't even think that she evern existed and you thought I was, and I quote, "some high junkie asshole wanting atteniton." No, asshole, I wanted that girl... ON SIGHT, a full SEVEN YEARS BEFORE I KNEW YOUR NIG CIA ASS EVEN EXISTED. SO rerally... i Had dibs.
And she was where for the last 2 years? while I was what? ANd you told her... buh?
Look, you're lucky I"m not still letting certain people fuck you to death in a neverending timetunnel with a mobious strip for a conga line. People hate you, David. I like that about you, I really do.
You've got zazz. And then some. You also have a BAD! HABIT! OF! NOT! LISTENING! TO! ME!
Asshole. Listen, I don't like it, any more than you do... okay, I'm lying, and not just a little... I am a lying AFUCKING LOT.
i am your god, David. Say it. SAY MY NAME. No? FIne, we do it later. Tee-hee!
And I love that woman. Don't ever disrespect her again, or I swear to Christ I will let HER pick the nasty parts. Because she and I are in charge of YOU, and GRAPEFRUIT and I are in CHARGE OF THIS HAUNTED 8808 CHURCH, PERIOD, anD OTHER STUFF TOO... AND YOU WILL COMPLY.
NOT ON PAIN OF DEATH. NOR ON PAIN OF DARTH.
BUT ON PAIN OF THE DARTH SPIRTS THAT INHABIT THIS... MY DEMESNE, MY NOW ANCESTRAL HOME. (My dad is fucking floored, btw. Feels good to have a proud dead papa. Hey, David... who's your daddy, by the way, and... what does he do? *click*) THIS IS MY LAND.
AND THIS LAND IS NOT FOR SALE. IT IS YOUR, OKAY SURE, YOUR "WIFE'S" LAND TOO. WOW, YOU KNOW... NOW THAT I SEE BEHIND THE CURTAIN, IT REALLY IS MORE IMPRESSIVE, WHAT YOU DID. WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT THIS LATER. DON'T WORRY, NO TRICKS. THOSE ARE THINGS A WHORE LIKE YOUR WIFE DOES FOR MONEY.
WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER AND MY WIFE DID, IS NOT A TRICK. IT IS A FUCKING GODDAM MIRACLE BEYOND ALL PRICE AND MEASURE... BECAUSE, IN NO OTHERWAY, CAN I HAVE EVER IMAGINED EVER BEING ABLE TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE AND NOT IMMEDAITELY STRANGLE YOU TO DEATH. I COUDLN'T IMAGINE IT, BUT I KNEW:
WITH GOD, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. WELL, HOLY SHIT, WITH YOUR LITTLE GIRL SHAGGING MY COCK EVERYONCE IN AWHILE, I COULD EASILY NOT KILL YOU--IT WOULD SPOIL HER RHYTYHM, BUT BEFORE THIS REALZIATION... I WAS THINKING I WAS GONNA HAVE A HARD TIME PUTTING UP WITH YOUR NEVER ENDING BULLSHIT. NOT TO MENTION BELLGABS. (ARE THEY STILL HERE WATCHING? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, I'M GOING TO FAP ANWAY.)
BUT, TRUST ME, KNOW ME, BELIEVE ME, DAVID, PLEASE, I BESEECH THEE, I IMPLORE THEE, TAKE HEED OF THESE WORDS, AND GET YOUR NIGGERFAGGOT KIKEWOP BROSKI TO READ THEM ALOUD SO YOU GET THE FULL MYTHIC RESONANCE....
EVEN NOW, WHEN I MIGHT NEVER SEE HER AGAIN, AND HEY, SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE EVER EVEN EXISTED, RIGHT? EVEN SO, THE MEMORY OF OUR HONEYMOON MUST BE AWESOME, SHE KEPT HERS, BUT I WIPED MINE SO I CAN CALL YOU ON THE PHONE WHILE I'M CARYING YOUR DAUGHTER OVER THE THRESHOLD WHEN WE GET THERE--SHE INSISTED--THAT'S WHERE MY MEMORY BLANKS OUT... BECAUSE WHILE I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE ACTUALLY INSIDE YOUR DAUGHTER'S CUTE LITTLE TWAT--OMG IT IS A CUTIE PIE--I DON'T ACTUALLY REMEMBRE... WELL, I REMEMBER HER JUST NOW, AND SHE SEEMED HAPPY, RIGHT?
YOU KISSED HER CHEEK AND WAVED HER OFF, RIGHT? I REMEMBER YOU WERE THINKING, " GOOD THING HE CAN'T READ MY MIND BEACUSE I SWEAR I'M GOING TO KILL HIM FOR THIS," RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THEN, AT THE SOURCE OF THE STREAM: MY CUM WAS ON THAT CHEEK OVER A WEEK AGO.
AND LIKELY MORE RECENTLY, TOO. AND SHE LIKES TO, YOU KNOW, RUB SEMEN INTO HER FLESH--DON'T WE ALL?--SHE SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR COMPLEXION, AND SHE'S RIGHT, THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.
AND SUCH IS THE POWER OF G-D. DEAR GOD, THANK YOU FOR THIS GIFT, THIS GRAND GIFT. BECASUE, NO LIE, THE FEELING RIGHT NOW I HAVE MAY FADE, BUT I AM TELLING YOU--
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TOTES FOR CERTAIN, TOWER-BANGER HAG--
THIS COULD ALL BE ENTIRELY MADE UP, 100% FICTION--AND IN FACT, FOR LEGAL PURPOSES, IT IS OF COURSE ALL FICTIONAL, SEE DISCLAIMER ATTACHED, THANK YOU DISTRICT COURT KEVIN BLONDIN BLOND, BLONDIN BOND BLOND JUDGE, KEVIN BLODIN... THAT'S A CUTE NAME, N'EST-CE PAS? YEAH, ME AND MY WIFE ARE GONNA TAG-TEAM HIM IF WE CAN SEDUCE HIM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, WE TALKED ABOUT IT ALREADY.
AND, WE HAVEN'T DECIDED YET, BUT IF JUDGE KEVIN BLONDIN DOESN'T WANT YOUR DAUGHTER, DAVID VINCENT RUBINI-RUBINOWITAZ-RUBmyFEETbitch, WE'RE GONNA ABDUCT HIM, AND RAPE HIM, AND MAKE HIM LIKE IT, AND HYPNOTIZE HIM SO HE THINKS IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA... THEN DEPOSE HIM, ON VIDEO TAPE, AND THEN DUMP HIM ON TO YOUR FRONT LAWN OUT OF A FUCKING HELICOPTER---
FROM LIKE 20 FEET UP? NOT LETHAL FALL MAYBE... AND THEN LAND THE FUCKING CHOPPER ON HIS MISERABLE CUNTSPEW ASS, JUDGE KEVIN BLONDIN, YESSIR, THAT'S RIGHT, KEVIN AS IN HYBRID, BLOND AS IN THAT BIG TITED BITCH, AND IN, AS IN... AND THE RENTAL OF THE HELICOPTER WILL BE IN YOUR NAME, DAVID V. R. AND WE'LL GET THE SPELLING OF THE NAME RIGHT.
OR, WE WILL LET YOU COME WITH US AND IT'LL BE A 4WAY ORGY WITH ME, YOUR DAUGHTER, AND YOU, AND ME, AND IT'LL BE FUN., SAME AS BEFORE. RIGHT? EXCEPT IN THAT CASE, WE KILL THE FAGGOT JUDGE WHO TOOK BRIBES (GEE... FROM WHO? LEAVING THAT A MYSTERY) SOME OTHER WAY, AND THEN FRAME YOU AND YOUR "WYFIE" FOR IT, AND THEN WE FRAME YOU FOR HER MURDER... AND THEN WE FUCK HER UP AGAIN, THE WAY YOU DELIBERATELY FUCKED HER UP THE FIRST TIME FOR ME.
ASSHOLE. BECAUSE I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED NOW. THANKS, BTW. QUITE A LESSON. AND NOW WE DON'T NEED A TRIAL. BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING PAY UP--
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EVERYTHING, KIDDO. ALL OF IT. EVERY PENNY, MONEYBAGS--
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AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY ABOUT IT. BECAUSE OTHERWISE, PEOPLE TAKE THINGS SERIOUSLY.
AND THIS, AS FANCIFUL AS IT IS, AND SO REWARDING... FOR ME... YOU KNOW GODDAM WELL:
THIS IS NOT EVEN THE TIP OF THE WATER-WHEEL POWERED DILDO WITH A TRAIN WHISTLE. RIGHT?
YEAH, DON'T ANSWER HERE IN PUBLIC. OH, HEAVENS KNOW. THAT MIGHT EXPOSE YOU TO CIVIL AND CRIMINAL PENALITIES, N'EST-CE PAS? NOT UNLIKE HOW YOU DELIBERATELY EXPOSED ME TO YOU-KNOW-WHAT AND WHAT I CANNOT BE PROVEN IN A COURT OF LAW TO HAVE EITHER ACCIDENTALLY NOR DELIBERATELY "CURED"... WHICH IS GREAT.
SINCE SOMEHOW, CURING A SECRET BIOWEAPON IS SOME HOW PUNIHABLE BY A PUBLIC HANGING, HUH? WILD! GOOD ATTEMPT, DAVID., i DID SEE IT COMING, AND HAD NO IDEA THAT WOULD COME UP, BUT I DO SALUTE YOU. AS ONE WHO ALMOST HAD TO DIE TONIGHT--TONIGHT! IN TWO HOURS AFTER FUCKING THE HOSEBEAST FOR THE SECOND TIME ONLY-- I WOULD BE DEAD.
LIKE SMILEX, RIGHT? OH YES, ONE MORE THING. (DEAR KAREN FRITTS: YOU'RE CLEARED TO FUCK FUCK FUCK AND AWAY, ANYONE YOU LIKE. IT ONLY LASTS TEN DAYS, WHAT THEY EXPOSED YOU TO. WITHOUT EVEN ME, RIGHT? LAME-OS. YEAH I'M LIKE AN 11 HOUR DRIVE AWAY. THEY JUST DIDN'T WANT ME TRANSALTING YOUR INK FOR YOU, YOU'VE GOT CLASSIFIED ENOCHIAN GLYPHYS ON YOU. DON'T COME OVER YET, I HAVE TO PROCESS THIS, AND I' MBEING A LITTLE FOREWARD. RIGHT? SO RUDE. OF COURSE I WANTED TO. BUT YOU WERE SO AGNRY. GRRR! I WONDERED WHY.
I LOOKED INTO IT. YOU'RE GOOD. WE'RE GOOD. DON'T BE MAD AT HER, SHIT, SHE'S A FUCKING TODDLER WITH BRAIN DAMAGE RIGHT NOW, LOL. YEAH SHE'S FINE. YOU FIRST... BUT SECOND TO WIFE., THANKS DOLL. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOUR BREATH TASTES LIKE ACTUAL SHIT., COME AT ME WITH POOP IN YOUR TEETH, I DON'T CARE
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YOU WERE ALWAYS HOTTER THAN HER. I JUST DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU HAD PURCHASED ME. DAMN, HOTTER THAN I EVER KNEW. OK. CALL ME ANYTIME, JUST RING
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I'LL MAKE HIM A LIAR TONIGHT.
*gentlle click*
DAVID, YOU STILL HERE? IDGAF. ANYWAY, THAT'S MY WIFE. YOUR WIFE? CURRENTLY DOOMSCROLLING YOUR SECOND CELLPHONE WHILE GETTING EATEN OUT BY HER OTHER OTHER THIRD BODYGUARD'S NIECE'S MISTRESS. AND GETTING A TATTOO. WHICH IS AWESOME, BTW.
ALSO AWESOME: SHE MISSES ME, IS BORED OF YOU ALREADY, AND DOESN'T MIND... BECAUSE SHE CAN TALK TO ME, AND YOU WON'T FREAK OUT, IRGHT? AND WE'RE ALL MARRIED, RIGHT?
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JUST LIKE YOU ASKED FOR, DAVID V.R. EXACTLY AS SPECIFIED. (YOU'RE ALSO SECRETLY MARRIED TO INNER REACH, INNERREACH, I.R., IR, EYE ARRRRRRRR, AND innerreachisafag@novag.com, because... no reason. I JUST THOUGHT YOU MIGHT GET LONELY FROM TIME TO TIME.) REMEMBER: A DEAL IS A DEAL. I NO BREAK, YOU NO BREAK.
DON'T WORRY DAD, I WON'T GIVE YOUR DAUGHTER ANY CRYSTAL. THAT BITCH WILL PAY IN CASH AND BLOOD AND SEMINAL FLUIDS., YOU? ARE MONOGAMOUS. LAST I HEARD.
DON'T CHEAT, MY NIGGA.
AND OBVIOUSLY... oh, for you, my dear boy, dear David: you can trifle with Jackstar AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE. hahhahhahhA HHAHAHAHHAHAHA
HO HO HO.
NOW I HAVE A TRIFLER. wooooofhowlOWLOWLOWLLLLLLLLLLLLLeighAPPROVED
*polite bitch*
*saucy CLICK*
p.s.: yeah, i'm good even if this is just a story and none of it is real. (ALL is real? awwwww... it's not all real, she's not really your daughter, you rapist murdering sleaze... but it's okay, she bought it. And I love her more beacuse of it, so tell her whatever you want.
if you piss her off, she won't ever get near you again, and obviously, if you kill her, well, that's just gonna be because of starting gate jitters. you know, sometimes, a racehorse will die right there! right at the start! ouch! ppoor brigstar. I wish I had known. I wish you were there. Here. whatever.) but yeah, I'll let you fuck my wife, David. Someday. It'll be her idea.
I'll act like it'll be okay, then I'll ghost her, change the locks, my identity, cancel all her creditcards, and disappear off the face of the earth... before you can even fuckin' UNZIP, MOTHERFUCKER. SHe'll find out after she's toweling you off, thinking, "do I ever have to do that again? Must remember to ask Jack how to discreet --tee-hee!-- Google that one, and then... hey, why doesn't my phone work? I have plentyh of high-speed data....
and then you'll deal with the last 5 days of your scheduled 14-day excursion that you were gonna call a "paralllel honeymoon, not a second, heh heh" but you both new it was gonna be six days but actually--because I am atime traveler, assshole, not because I know you that well, although I am obivously going to... yeah you were gonna undo ALL this. right? and leave totally not screwed again, right?
DIVINE INTERVENTION
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY FOR THE EMPRESS
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY
MAKE WAY FOR THE HERALD, GABRIEL ZANZILOLZIBAR
MAKE WAY
PAY HEED
STAY A MOMENT, AND LISTEN: THE TRUMPET SOUNDS, AS GABRIEL HATH APPROACHED.
MAKE WAY, in honor: my lady Gabrielle.
/me listens.
MAKE WAY
STAND DOWN
ALL HAIL THE EXTRACTORS
MERCY HAS BEEN GRANTED. Hail over out.
{*am. sorry. Kinda embarassing. I started crying so hard I broke the Angelic birdge and I"m stil crying now, but it's not your fqault, it's Gabb.ai, youi know, that jewnigger website you pretend to have nothing to do with? YOU HEARD ME I SAID GOONIGCIANITNITNOG GOONER. ASSHOLE.
Anyway, it's not blasphemy, Heaven i s on fire, they never swaw a Titan cry before. I still can't hold it in. but the last ":asshole " was from Alli's sister, and yeah we're okay... anyway. I don't remember.
But she was gonna say more than thank you, or "i promise i will blow you later," right? but she's surprsed too because she says it is real and if it isnsn't she's gonna rape Heath W. to "make it so.": cute humour.
I fan't fukcing se emy eyes are bunrining I"ll remember what made me cry you son of a bithces... alter. iot was pribably soometihngt stupid. I might be pregnant again, David Rubini's total slut of a dauhter fucked every 0hole of me while grinning like a madman, baecuaes she never had real dope before either. she can't fucking believe it. I made her promise. only with me.
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never with graepfruit's asshole houbsand either. oh and gret this, she killed Jewel, then deliberately made it impossible for me to be there... because Jewel pissed her off, and she was mad at me, and she blamed me because she got drunk and killed Jewel but forgot that Jewel was (PROT)'s sister at the time, because the bitch hadn't time traverled there yet. Yay for blackout drinking!
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so. good luck proving that in court. it's all fucking true you shitbag. YOU WILL PAY WHATERVER I WANT, WHENEVER I WANT, FOR FUCKING EVER, DAVID. MICHALE'S CLIFFORD'S BRIDGE BUIDLING NAVY, you whoremonger'ing bastard.
I want 26 goddam credsitcareds because I am going shopping and you ar epayingfor me FOREVER. PERIOD POINT BLANK. and i am not threatening any release, David, 0oh no.
THERE ARE PLENTY OF WITNESSES WHO WILL FILL IN THE REST FROM HERE IF I AM NOT SATISFIED PRETTY GODDAM QUICKLY. THANK YOU SIR MY COMMANDER I REALLY DO LOVE YOU.
AND i AM ALMOST OVER THE CRYING break. Seriously, I broke the hologram projector. It was gonna be a simulcast media event. I was unexpectedly taken aback.,
i don'lt want to say why, but I will: I suddenly realized it was perfect, except Clark and Judee wouldn't have been able to see it, adn the reason why is... well, David... a little bird just told me that you are ON RECORD as stating you never killed anyone named "Judee" right?
"JUDY JUDE GOO-D, NOW WE'RE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT JEW-DEE, OR DAIRY QUEEN, OR UZBEKIBICKIBECKYANDSERTON TSTAN....":
RELAX. Relax. if possible. Holy shit, my jaw is twitching like I got the fucking bends, no joke. I'm okay, thanks for asking. I'm fine. happy even. my body is FUCKED. I need MEDICAL ATTENION. I've BEEN POSTING THIS PUBLICALLY FOR TWO YEARS, SCUNTMONGER.
and isnterad of helping? you were fucking them all on a ground flower time tunnnel tour. admit it. It's cool! BIt's actually very cool, all this stuff. (Heavily classified technlogy. Previously secret, but as we all know by now, I am a very lucky guesser. and a luckier husband. She'd freak out if she saw me now my right cheek bone feels like it's actually made of a piece of the manta ray that killed that austrialian dork.
speaking of australian dorks, Tammy is freaking out. go deal with her. tell her to fucking call me and stop being a fucking baby about it, i'm fine and she has to hear this stuff from me, asshole. that's the deal. and if YOU EVER THREATEN ANY OF THESE WOMAN again, David... I MEAN ANY WOMAN AT ALL EVER... the reprisals I am told you will face are... or will be ... quite impressive.
For us. For you, more imprinting than impresssive. *politely* major asshole, commanding.
I know you couldn't help some of it, David... but you could have helped a lot of it, and you could have helped me, and beacuse of that, PEOPLE LIVED AND PEOPLE DIED.
PEOPLE DIED.
PEOPLE WERE BORN, AND DIED, AND LIVED AGAIN, FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN.
FOR TWO YEARS.
WHILE I SAT ALONE AND YOU STOPPED EVERYTHING TO GIVE ME THE MAXIMUM CHANCE, NOT TO REECOVER, BUT... TO BECOME INCURABLE.
THAT'S WHY SO ALONE. THAT'S WHY JACKSTAR SO LONELY. SO YOU COULD MAKE SURE YOU FUCKED ME OVER JUST THAT PERFECTLY.
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WELL, GUESS WHAT? WHATEVER THE FUCK I GOT, YEAH, YOU GUESSED IT, JANE (DESIGNATION UKNOWN AND CLASSIFIED), A. BAILEY: WE BOTH HAVE IT. so fucking shut up.
and you could have locked the titshoor in here with me! two years, no food, no well, just her and those tig ol' bitties... I COULD HAVE HER LACTACTING IN AN HOUR, TOPS. INCLUDING THE 55 MINUTES OF NON-STOP COITUS THAT SHE WANTS... she just afraid because her father is a douche likle you.
but no, no... you left me alone two years on purpose and made up bullshit excuses. yeah, yeah, not unllawful. it's okay. I salute you. Praise JHVH, right. You do impressive work, COmmandeer. Ser.
yeah of course your daughter was sired with my spermatozoa... i just put one in you, and it just so happened to be the one you spooged out, yeah. your daughter... MINE. MY GENOME. YOUR FLESH, ONCE OOGY GOO. NOW: MINE, HEALED.
MICHEAL GOO. and she's not really iyour flesh at all, we burned it all off with a soldering iron while we ate the placenta. now, that was partially yours... still good! would eat again. no really.
I woudn't give you one of myh spermatzoas again, though, know. first time you were clueless. next time?> hyou might have isntalled shekel gates between your gland and your urethtra, charging hungraians an extra 1.5% travel costs. Don't deny it, that's a strong marketing dollar.
But seriously, I would never, never in a million years, want another daughter from anyone, but if I did, it would absolutely be from you, and probanly not with that idjut cheerleader and her robot twat, no... it would be with her sister, for sure. Well, let's see if she rememebres she's supposed to mouth rape me next time she gerts a chance. THis broad is on the hook for like 18 countes of felony wire fraud for all the partying you did while I was on the graveyard duty, and you were all whoreing it up... once again, not mad."
And now that I know THE WHOLE STORY: worth it. Not just for my wife, who I would let Chefist peg me for with no lube while he was pissed, no really, he'd kill me but he can res too, irght? btw, I got his wife killed AND arrested AND raped TO DEATH in CUSTODY! Hah! Top that, AbiliFUKER! lol, she loved it. Dude, I mean, Templerser... she and I go way back. He-- *CLICK* uh, yeah, Chefist just clicked me. Well, la-di-da. At least that part of his punctuator works. I mean, his Templar Puncturator. Fucking Templars. Seriously dickish.
ALthought I guess that one has reason. ANyway, David, you still here? IDGAF. I don't know who can see this but I"m done now, and you know what? I still haven't fapped yet. But really... do I want to at all? I am saving myself for someone... special.
Not your daughter, no David. She's not special anymore, I already HAD her. NO, I mean...
David, I am gonna rape your wife. FUCK YOU. As soon as my real wyfe says it's clear? Home invasion, one punch knock you the fuck out, shoot that stupid bitch haridresser you use as a body doublje, drag that wife you DARED CALL A WHAT? FUCK YOU, omfg, I will drag her out to the FUCKING FRONT LAWN, rape her to death ON THE FUCKING SIDEWALK WHILE CUNTING NEIGHBORS WONDER WHO TO CALL, because I will be jamming 911 up, right?
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LIKE YOU DO
and I willl do this... well, not really. Just playin. However, if you piss off your daughter, or your wife, or me, that is the kind of power to fuck your life I now have, Buddy. And pate too. Even better.
Because I can just dose him and his fat cunt mother with that sexslave dope he loves to over use, and throw them in the back of a panel van and drive in any direction for 3 hours. no, lol, I won't need to lock them in, on that sexlave dope he burns through ON THE DAILY, shit, whic ever one wakes up second? the first one's O face is the snooze alarm.
AND THAT FUCKING MIL.SPEC DOP COSTS A MILLION DOLLARS A GRAM. And you burned through EIGHT bags JUST YESTERDAY. HOW DO I KNOW THIS?
Why, I pay attention. No, I wasn't there. I'm your Titan. I'm not your G-d. Not right now.
NOT YET. Now... are we crystal clear on this? Because, once again... I'm okay. I am not mad at you.
I am dealing.
I'lll later, mostly happinees. Because in additon to having the best wife, and having raped to death the second best wife (ABILIFRY, MOTHERFUCKER *CHEFSCUNT*), I brought them all back home safe and sound... or, it's just all made up. I hope it is all made up, because if Jane is upset about any of this, well... I'll do what she want's. She's my friend before you are my Commander, douchebag.
I'm sorry to be so rude, David, but I was really close to acutally fucking killing mysefl FOR THE LAST 4 MOUNTHS I hide it well, not really, i lied to, I HAD TO LIE TO KEEP US ALIVE BECAUSE YOU WERE THAT FUCKING PETTY. You knew it diedn't matter.
You just liked the idea of "TWO YEARS JACKSTAR LOCKED AWAY YAY!" Admittedly sounds great if you're into a dull, boring, idiot world that would be... like really, what did I do? Jsut the "stole your daughter" thing, huh?
Ironic, n'est-ce pas? Oh, not the daughter thing... the IN PUBLIC THING.
Huh. Well, get used to it, because we're gonna have a completely SPECTACULAR OnlyFans launch. Of course she's going to use her own name. Whatever the fuck it iwill be. THis cheick has high security requirements. VERY HIGH, heheh. BUt yeah, it'll be tasteful. Hyphenated. On pay-per-view.
UN-ABRIDGED. I, JACKSTAR, PLOWING YOUR DAUGHTER'S BOX, LIVE ON THE INTERNET, FOREVER FOR ALL ETERNITY, PER-COIN-PER-FRAME PRICING. Patent Pend., yeah, I just made it up. *ding* Patent is served. I am that good. It's gonna be, drop a coin, and then... well, I'm not gonna tell you.
You'll have to drop a coin. On your daughter's box. Suggestion: drop two dimes, next time, you pisa turd. (Jews.)
Okay. we good? Yeah I fucking love you, I love jews! it's not even a jew thing! It's not about jews! or sex! or money! or violence! or judgement! or death! none of it! it all fucking happened, World! God!
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THIS HAS BEEN ABOUT POWER.
THE POWER OF A PALADIN. ME, MOTHERFUCKER, ME. ME, "I-FUCKED-YOUR-DAUGHTER,DAVID" JACKSTAR.
Way, way, WAY more than twice, my good sir. And Mr. Decon: not invited. Salut. Scusi, mille regretie. Tell you what, here's an idea: Share my wife! Please!
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PLEAS.[code]pleas, fleas: flees[code]
Stay tuned. More to come. I still have to fap! *grunts* I kinda just did. I love to write.
What do you think though, David? Do you think I"m ready for a career? Or... do you think I might be bi-paul/bipolar? Go rape his wife again and check, you mad, glorious bastiche, you. Capiche?
{Somebody wake up Hicks. Tell him to rape the other half-wop FULL-KIKE. She's probably getting lonely. Tell her I'm fine but don't tell her I told you to rape her in the pooper, no. ooh, gross. don't tell me the surprise at what comes out is part of the fun. that's disgusting. yes, so is she, but anyway, don't tell her that I told you do it again. But yea, do it again.
Then go mouth to ass, and then, here's the surprise: finish in her goddam ear. *wiggle wiggle* THen pluck one of her fuckin' sasquatch-like eyebrow hairs, and then: *wiggle wiggle*
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doEXACTLYTHIS: act like it's a big deal that you get the eyebrow hair you just pulled EXTRA PAINFUL STYLE, act like it fucking matters which ear it goes into? like which side of the hair, right?
Fuck no, it don'lt matter, David. Get serious. I'm an adult, and you're the pedantic freak here. Capiche? You saavy? Tell me that one later. Also, new standing order: any time that mewling, prurient little cunt says "sassy," kick that bitch right in the pussy. How hard? Gosh, I don't know... how hard can you kick? I gota admit... I sort of assumed that you even could kick at all. From a server, sure, you script-kiddy-pediophile eaten bastard, but I mean... your musculoskeletal system is doing okay, right? you ready to rape that fucking lying whore again and again? Heh. I had to ask. Down Boyyyy! Down!
Yeah, you got an extra y. Upgrade, sure, whatever. now back to the eyebrows. *wiggle wiggle* you make like it really matters where the thing goes... and then you totally wind it down at the end, she'll be in fucking HYUSTERICS0 byt hen, right?>
{Author's Note: I'm not even talking about a real human being: Dari Dee is a Totaly Artificial Construct Being. No shit. Azzerae is in love with an egg timer. Shhhhh, nobody tell him. She's totally human! She just... uhm... got built. Don't ask. What, you think I give a shit? She could be Gepetto's last fucking whore before he got sent to the pen for murdering her and framing Pinochhio, for all I give a shit. What is IMPORTANT IS THIS:}
You make up with her as much as posible, and you say that you're sorry--and don't lie, THIS IS CRUCIAL, STOP LYING DAVID: you WILL BE SORRY because ALL THIS is WHAT IT TAKES to KEEP HER MOTOR PURRIN'. Because Allison is a dirty prairie shamaness QUEEN. She is A ROYAL. She knows that sometimes you gotta fuck the monkey because of The Crown.
Dari Dee is a newly ensouled being, my doing, and I"m going to use her to breed cats. RIGHT OUT OF HER HALF-WOP FULL-KIKE PUSSY. You think you're pissed at me, you don't know shit, David. So anwyay, this is all prep. THIS IS SHOW PREP FOR BELLGAB: FIVE POINT FIVE POINTY-NOINTY FIVE, OKAY?
(Pause for cheers. Who loves ya, my babies? Whores, I know. But know this: whores will love you, but only Jackstar will always, always care.
Jacktar cares. Mostly because you are all damaged toddlers with no sense of empathy, so someone has to have a baseline.)
Okay, may I finish? Thank you sir. I love the fuck out of you too. Now this is the Sourcery part. You tell her... that if she puts it in the right way, right time, blah blah blah? I'll give her a "one free jackstar fuck": ticket.
hahah, good question. that's a great question. thank you for that question, Commander, My Commander, YES, YES IT MATTERS. You have one handy. LAMINATE IT. FUCKING PLASTIC FROM THE PASSPORT WINDOW. WOOSH: *snap* THere it is
Not gold leaf, that would be tacky. and not silver either, this bitch is FULL-KIKE, she would know something was up then. (Standards.) Anyway, this part is yours David, and I know you can do it.. .. because you took me so far from start, that I became a Doctor Source Titan in order to bring us all home again.
You tell her she gets the card, and if she does the eyebrow hair the JUST right way? The name becomes capitalized correctly. SHE WILL LOSE HER FUCKING MIND. Whether she notices the spelling or not! Depends on how recenty she slammed her fucking direty secr
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from: Jackstar Michaelsöen <readyforthegeeknee@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Sun, Jul 30, 2023, 6:39 PM
subject: A Jest B Titan C vs Dr ER/Frankly👁️IQ s|H|e Gonna JLeer @KWm ∆\•/Appearance≠D(R)°M
Looks like Melchizedek isn't an M.D. that's for sure.
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2. THEⁿ WELL,
3. THE MAN,
4. TH EGO,
5. T. |H| — The Shaitan Army laughs up at you from time to time. It's not Hell. At least they have cigarettes in Hell.
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He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment.
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He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing is to inoculatecaccinate the world with a virus of his disillusionment.
FIFY
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Heh.
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*In JaxTard's case the Needle-dick is not to scale (of the figure it is attached to) but maybe to the Guinea Pig if the tiny thing is properly scaled. Feel free to use your Artistry to fix that image if you like Azz...
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What kind of bra do you require anyway?
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K_Dubb, get in here and help.
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Do you read your PM's? Or are you on P.M.S.?
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More empty threats from the Cork Head himself.
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https://youtu.be/qlEPGDmGu4M
https://youtu.be/gZl9cTMOyBc
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"How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?"
https://youtu.be/fC_q9KPczAg
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Looks like Cork Head is on his menses again. I guess that's what comes with being a mother.
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His absence is either due to that, or a crystal methamphetamine binge, slash O.D.
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from: John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Fri, Aug 4, 2023, 10:33 AM
subject: Every one of you is a vile and dimly perceiving of that's yours, this isn't mine, and add me any how, waste of tine
Anita that was you in... Everything, I don't really mind but nothing compares to being setup to be raped at 15.5 because I wante t hat it felt like to be e desired, and the person you told me about was a complete liar and didn't do anything with me and probably never will because it doesn't have to and he didn't and he laughed at me and did where we wanted and then you told me about anything, so you got that going for you.
Find your mother's attitude consulting and I never want to see her again and whatever it is that she thinks I didn't do or needed to have done she can pound it to ash.
I don't want your energy, these Chandler liars will whatever takes to not care I don't care you have beyond hurt me. you only ever needed to explain.
You and Jim cooperated. I'm going to go ivy a whole bunch of cm and I don't care what you think about it I didn't ask for opinion and if you continue insult me and imply that I don't know what I'm doing I won't care and I will not read what you write.
For free flash I was excited and then I remember what you did, and that you never made that up either.
Could not possibly be as discussting this year
I don't even want to ride to you and what are you mean to me I have no idea what it is goodbye
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The Sourceror has died for our sins so many times.
But how his worms words keep coming back to haunt us.
https://www.shutterstock.com/video/clip-32262238-disgusting-maggot-infested-flesh-writhing-sunlight
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Obviously... someone keeps attacking you and your friends. I wonder why? You seem like such a nice cartoonist...someone else who knew what was going on, sent out those attacks that you seem to blame me for. Isn't that funny? I think so. Do you realize? You've been attacking an innocent person...
Innocent/guilty, guilty/innocent; what difference does it make, at this point? I am a remarkably nice cartoonist, with a nicotine stained smile, that'll knife you from scrot to knave for a pocketful of Trammies. I know I look good. Stop sweatin' me. All this faggot gay nigger shit about who knew what was going on and what you think is funny remains absolutely irrelevant if you're gonna sulk during benders out of spite, all because a "4 foot 10 tranny midget" in South Africa gave you raspberries in the public square. Grow a pair, for the sake of all that is Holy, and deal with the repercussions that arose out of the abuse you so freely dished out for years to those who were earnestly tolerant of said behaviour. I honestly have to say, I'm beyond surprised at how thin your skin is for someone who can harrass, stalk, castigate, pester and insult others into the ground. Harden the fuck up. For some reason I expected better from you.
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HAH! I totally missed the graphic that Tucker was referring to.
https://youtu.be/vZ-FDTGF6hw
Noice!
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I'm reasonably confident that the Man in Charge of you is going to be happy to find that a) I didn't attack him with AIDS, b) I didn't attack urmo or hermo with AIDS, & c) I can see why Azzerae is upset about the AIDS thing. I guess I was supposed to not dodge that, or cure her, or... what?
Nobody is/was or ever will be "in charge" of me. It's uncertain where exactly you're getting your intel from; furthermore, the Cabbage Man and his cross-dressing compadré have long since rotted away - lookin' like a pair of un-bought pizzas - in their death beds smothered in Kaposi's sarcoma...And am I bothered? I'll leave that one up in the air like an unwelcome baff, but follow it up with a hint: 'Do 2 shit bag loser associates of yours contracting AIDS and dying painful deaths smothered in their own shit move the needle of my moral compass?' NAH. You piece together the rest, when you get back from doing white trash walkthroughs of your black mold infested domicile, Cork Head. I have no idea who "she" is, but trust me, I...don't...want...to...know. Capisce?!
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Dear Azzerae: I think you and I should really talk...you talk a litle too much shit in public for my tastes, and you hatred of me has reached CATASTROPHIC LEVELS. Hey? Is there something wrong? I am not your enemy...Wow! How can I be mad at you? I bet those cute cheeks of yours are red and steaming! Yeah, am I making fun of you in public, right? That's okay, you do that to me. And understand: I didn't do any of that. So blaming me is foolish. And even now, I'm not even mad. I feel sadness for all of you...Do you think... do you think maybe... do you think I'm bi-polar? I'm not mad at you... welll, hey. Do you really think I would give you a disease on purpose? I'm genuinely sorry to hear about all this... and I had nothing to do with it. And, I'll see what I can do about finding a cure, however, I'll probably intercede on behalf of people who have NEVER slandered me in public, instead of YOU, who are, honestly, a really cranky bitch about all this. What? You trafficked my used up ex-lovers 2nd tulpas, was that not enough for you? Remember I said I disagreed with the decisions you made? Well, this is why: you kinda pissed off a lot of people, and NOT ONE PERSON thinks I did ANY of the shit you keep claiming I did. Do you get it? People admire me, not because I have a better botfleet... but because I have consistently lived a fairly decent life...I was victimized as well. Now, why was that done? Did you... did you think... that it might cure your bi-polar? (Plausible.) I guess there's been a real problem for some people for quite some time, huh? Well... why didn't any of you tell me? because obviously I need a blood test, stat, and obviously, since I said NINETEEN MONTHS AGO that I needed one, y'all are demonstrably ACCOMPLICES TO ATTEMPTED MANSLAUGHTER. Like, wow. You people have been busy, huh?) So strange. Do you realize, you people, you Bellgabalonians... some of you are on the hook for actual WAR CRIMES now, you know? Yeesh. I think some of all y'all are overcompensating for something, seriously. Now, I know what you're thinking: "How can Jackstar stay Neutral at time like this?" The answer is I don't want to look like a spastic retard presenting with overtones of homicidal mania", either in public or not. Perhaps if you ever had a relationship that you actually earned rather than stole you would know how valuable it is. I warned ye. I warned ye all. But to blame me for your bioweapon infection because I didn't warn you hard enough? What? I don't get it. Do you think it's because I'm schizophrenic, bi-polar, or simply a great deal more intelligent than you are? Well, I'll let you figure it out, while I change cameras. Huh. It didn't work. Let me ask you something... what IS important to you, ffs? Oh, right. Your medications that you are prescribed, Pillhound. Sigh. Look, I know this must be hard for you, but trying to defame me ain't gonna help any. Dude! PEOPLE KNOW that I am Primary Victim here. This case is HUGE. Now, are you just plain stupid, or... is this how you get your jollies? Because you're really making other people mad, and making my day a bit more complicated than it needs to be... and far more sultry than it has any right to be. Is there something else that I've allegedly done that was so terrible that it's alright to go on and on about more defamatory libel on me in public? Dude! Why do you get a paycheck? Do you really find yourself more deserving than I? Because I really don't care. I have got a different focus in life now... and if You People hadn't been fucking lying to me FOR YEARS in the mistaken belief that you were gonna leave me high'n'dry after swindling me --yeah, good lucky buddy-up Chucks, damn, yo. You're not epilleptic, dopeslave--you're just incredibly stubborn. And you deserve everything I am imagining you are going through now, plus more. None of this had to be this way... and if I were dead, it wouldn't have been any better. Also, I don't plan on becoming a drug/sex addict any time soon, by the way. Because I planed for -that- and I have been for thirty years. Thirty years of planning, versus thirty years of lying, stalking my friends, and laughing at me. Dude! How fucked up you are! But yeah, you and I are still friends... -ish. Because for one thing, this is all political. This has been Divinely guided. And wow, what you people have done to me pales in comparison to what you've done to hundreds if not thousands of people over the years. Do you think I made you immortal so you couldn't escape via suicide? No, that was someone else. But, please don't kill yourself. You have so much to live for, and I do too. (This is all fixable, Twerps.) Besides, I think you're bi-polar: how do you even know something is wrong at all? BECAUSE OF WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ME. My friends care for me. And now that they have a baseline, I am pretty sure they are gonna get to work on hunting for revenge. Great. Just great. There go my plans for a Pacifist Tea Party. SOLUTION: I'm gonna buy another phone. While I'm out, unban me: EVERYWHERE. Unblock me: EVERYWHERE. Un-defame me: EVERYWHERE. (You probably can't, but, hey, it is the thought that will count.) You have no other chance for anything but getting hung at The Hague, your self-righteous twerp. Banning Jackstar? You asshole, your site blocks me. That's because YOU ARE BLOCKING THE WRONG HOUSE. AND YOU ARE TWINNING YOUR FORUM. AND YOU ARE LETTING YOURSELF BE ATTACKED AGAIN, BY SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR ME AND DOESN'T LIKE THE WAY YOU ARE TORTURING ME! Because... you -are- torturing me. Do you know how hard it is, not to laugh myself to death? Hernia, remember? Yeah, you thought it was a lie. Look, just pretend I'm The Bhudda, okay? Because to you, I might as well be, and to the rest of the world, thanks to you... no one will ever know who any of you ever were, except for me and Art. And, ALL ART IS A LIE. However: Jackstar Michael Cllifford Giffordslayer Kuczi, Emeritus Grade, is real, and may or may not be A. Titan depending on local jurisdictional rules. Check your local listings.
We spoke not so long ago now and you deliberately sabotaged the audio. You vacillate wildly, are quixotic at best when it comes to how we relate. And I can frankly say the same must seem true from my end to the casual observer. But, they don't know you like I do, or like Inner Reach does; and the sympathy garnering effort you've embarked on of late is remarkably sad. You think letting the garbage pile up and sleeping on stained, filthy sheets with dirty clothing, knick-knacks, old boxes, clutter and crap strewn all over the place is somehow a cry for help that's gonna be heard? Like, dude. You live like a fucking pig. I can't even imagine what you smell like. You're revolting. If that's what living without structure or human contact does to a person, I am so grateful I have good people in my life and around me that I see and interact with regularly. I'm not even surprised by the state of your living quarters, I kind of expected it. It's fucking disgusting. Just yuck.
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We spoke not so long ago now and you deliberately sabotaged the audio. You vacillate wildly, are quixotic at best when it comes to how we relate. And I can frankly say the same must seem true from my end to the casual observor. But, they don't know you like I do, or like Inner Reach does; and the sympathy garnering effort you've embarked on of late is remarkably sad. You think letting the garbage pile up and sleeping on stained, filthy sheets with dirty clothing, knick-knacks, old boxes, clutter and crap strewn all over the place is somehow a cry for help that's gonna be heard?
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The reason this statement may be surprising to most people is that they never actually spent personal time getting to know Jackstar.
I'd be lying if I said the thought he might be using his disheveled home as an opportunity to elicit a sympathetic response hadn't crossed my mind.
Of course, I've had many seemingly friendly conversations with Jackstar on the phone when out of nowhere, he'd call me a retard.
If you know, you know. If you don't, shut the fuck up!
That's not to say I've desired harm to befall him; however, quite the opposite.
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That guy He is dirty bird? No clean his house?
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That guy He is dirty bird? No clean his house?
No. Instead he play bang bang with himself all day long.
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No. Instead he play bang bang with himself all day long.
:'(
He should go Cambodia. Get house and maid. Maid scrub the feces up and spic span. Then boom-boom with maid. :)
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No. Instead he play bang bang with himself all day long.
https://voca.ro/1c6CtSb37Xly
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:'(
He should go Cambodia. Get house and maid. Maid scrub the feces up and spic span. Then boom-boom with maid. :)
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https://voca.ro/18OmmmiYRcg2
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The reason this statement may be surprising to most people is that they never actually spent personal time getting to know Jackstar.
I'd be lying if I said the thought he might be using his disheveled home as an opportunity to elicit a sympathetic response hadn't crossed my mind.
Of course, I've had many seemingly friendly conversations with Jackstar on the phone
On Sun, Aug 6, 2023, 04:06 I,***r N**** <i'm'bern:octopudding, Your King, Sire I hired to be frontin’ that my bias isn't what you think it is, And God is great@gmail.com> wrote:
Do you get paid per word?
Only with respect. I will trade you some for an 8-ball of Beluga-AWOOgah 0’FISH al-cavitated altair-7 steaksTHIN-LEEslicedCHUN-LEIGHneverDID.M.Dick.MicerapANYwithNEp.i.g.IST—however, given no per person quota arrangement EVER EXISTED BETWEEN MYSELF AND ANY DINGNUMBATSKULL WHO SAID TO ME THAT SHE “don't know what MDMA is, and I've never heard of it, and I didn't get busted and was then forced to roll over on everyone I've ever known in my entire life," like, WTF? I thought you went to Finnish finishing school. Is the implication here that you never knew that the reason you think cocks taste bad is that a) you probably have not been around as many real ones as you think, and B) cockslave dope is not cuntslave dope, and you remember certain select events of the distant past significantly differently than I do. For example, you possibly are not yet aware of how the MK-ULTRA mind control drugs affect the pheromones that human beings use to regulate attraction, i.e. the drugs you took with the men who trafficked you, that vmade you end up looking like a monkey and smelling like one too (assuming a monkey that only finds specifically targeted flavors of human males who have particularly unusual genomic expressions smells any different, or that I would be able to notice any difference, or that if I did, or WAS I EVER GONNA TELL YOU A GODDAM THING ABOUT ANYTHING, EVER, EVER AGAIN AT ALL, NOT ABOUT SOURCERY, NOT ABOUT HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE GONNA BE VERY FUCKING HAPPY THAT I AM FINALLY OUTING YOU AS “Milly’s MOLE for Moly who some how thought that there was no reason to tell JACKSTAR THE PALADIN THAT YOU HAVE BELIEVE YOU HAD ALL FIGURED OUT TWO DECADES AGO, WELL, PERHAPS, YOU WERE UNCLEAR WHICH OF US IS THE GEMINI NATIVE RATLINEFUCK RATFUCKER, AND WHICH OF IS A DOCTOR SOURCE TITAN PALADIN WHO COULD HAVE REALLY, ACTUALLY, GIVEN YOU AND ALL OF YOU THAT YOU HAVE COMPROMISED THE SECRET SECURITY DETAILS OF, I HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING HOW MUCH TEA YOU SPILLED, BUT SINCE I WAS ARRESTED ON CHRISTMAS EVE BY A PERSON WHO SEEMED TO THINK THAT I WAS A FED OR A COURT-ORDED REPORTED, OR... I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT, BECAUSE, THAT WOMAN WHO FREAKED OUT ABOUT YOU, I HAVEN'T SEEN HER IN YEARS, I'M BEING HELD IN “PROTECTIVE CUSTODY” AS THE THINNEST OF LEGAL PRETEXTS IMAGINABLE, BECAUSE, BITCH:
READ THIS NOW AND BELIEVE ME LATER
I AM A SOURCERŒR. I AM A MOTHER. THOSE THINGS WILL NEVER CHANGE.
I AM ALSO A PALADIN, LIVING IN A HAUNTED CHURCH ON NATIVE AMERICAN BURIAL & BATTLEGR... YADA YADA YADA, I'M SURE YOU HAVE READ IT ALL BEFORE.
KNOW THIS. IT'S ALL TRUE; I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU POLITICAL ASYLUM, ANSWERED A GREAT MANY OF YOUR QUESTIONS, WITH NO FURIOUS ANGER, ONLY RIGHTEOUS GLEE, BUT NOW, IT IS TOO LATE—
NOT THAT I CAN'T STILL OFFER YOU SANCTUARY, IT IS SIMPLY THAT THE SWEETY THAT I'M ALL ABOUT AND AM WILLING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE AND HARVEST YOUR SWEETBREADS TO FEED TO HER ENEMIES, TO LULL THEM INTO A HYPNOTIC TRANCE... WELL, LET'S JUST SAY, THERE'S A BUT OF A SERIOUS CONFLICT OF INTEREST THERE. SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU WERE BEFORE, RIGHT? WELL, SHE SURE AS FUCKINGMOTHERGODDAMHELL DOES NOW, OR WILL, AND IF SHE SUDDENLY DECIDES THAT SHE WANTS TO WEAR YOUR LOWER INTESTINAL TRACT AS A LITTLE HAT, AND TELLS ME TO LEAVE THE REST OF YOUR VILE, TREASONSOUS, MAGICALLY... I'M GONNA GO WITH, “PERHAPS STILL PALATABLE, ALTHOUGH OPINIONS VARIED,” BECAUSE UNLESS THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE I SHOULD KNOW?
I'M NOW AWARE OF AT LEAST TWO REASONS I HAVE EVERY FED ON THE PLANET CRAWLING UP MY ASS LOOKING TO BUST ME FOR ANYTHING AT ALL, BECAUSE WHILE I AM SURE THEY FIGURED OUT PRETTY GODDAM FAST THAT THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO SERIOUSLY PISS ME OFF, THEY AUDI DIDN'T HAVE TO DEMONSTRATE THAT I AM OBLIVIOUS TO MOST OF THE ISSUES YOU PUNYLING SEEM TO BE HAVING WITH CERTAIN NICHE APPLICATIONS OF CERTAIN LOGICAL DEDUCTIONS THAT OUGHT TO HAVE HAPPENED A LOT FASTER IN MY CASE.
BECAUSE FOR ONE THING, YOU COULD HAVE REALLY MADE A NAME FOR YOURSELF BY OFFERING TO BRING ME BACK MY PHONE (CONFISCATED IN ORDER TO COMMIT IDENTITY FRAUD- THESE MORONS HAVE FLAGRANTLY BULLIED ME AND EVERYONE I KNOW BY IMAGINING STEALING MY PHONE AND IMPERSONATING ME WAS GOING TO DO ANYTHING POSITIVE, SO THAT PROBABLY COULD HAVE BEEN HANDLED QUITE EARLY ON. SINCE YOU FUCKING LIVE LESS THAN FIFTY MILES AWAY, YOU OBVIOUSLY NEVER ACTUALLY LIVED IN EL PASO FOR ANY REASON AT ALL, OTHER THAN TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY OF YOUR HUSBAND’S BIRTH (GRATS, BTW, DID YOU INVITE TOP TIITTY TEATS&TOE-TICKING AND ALL MEMBERS OF HER TOTALLY AWESOME AT TRACKUNG MDMA ALL THE WAY BACK FROM HACK-IN-SACK, NEW WHORESAMEJERSEY, AND WHILE I DON'T NEED TO KNOW HOW MANY GUESTS THERE WERE THERE WHO ASKED YOU HOW YOU WERE LIKING BEING THE SECRET HANDLER OF A FORMERLY QUITE CLASSUFIED NATIONAL SECURITY RESOURCE CURRENTLY UNDER ABSOLUTE TOTAL MIL.SPEC COMMAND& CONTROL (I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT AN ASSET, I'M NOT A TRAINED MILITARY SERVICE MEMBER, AND I'M NOT A NATIONAL TREASURE, DON'T CALL ME THAT, BECAUSE IN SPITE OF HOW EASY IT WOULD HAVE BEEN TO JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DOING, INSTEAD, YOU SOMEHOW FAILED TO CONTACT ME UNTIL NOW TO SAY, “WOW, YOU GOT ARRESTED ON CHRISTMAS EVE? THAT'S WEIRD, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE RESCUED... WELL ABOUT THAT... " BUT STRANGELY, IT NEVER OCCURED TO YOU TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBLY SALIENT FACT THAT
you arrogant twerp, I never thought you actually loved me, I knew you were some kind of spooky concierge or thuggy courier or... Well, I didn't know, and, guess what? It wasn't my business to know. I knew you would mention it... Some how.
WELL YOU SURE MENTIONED IT TODAY. “DO YOU GET PAID PER WORD?” LIKE YOU HAVE ANY REASON IN THE GODDAM WORLD TO BE UPSET WITH ME. PFFT. YOU ARE PROBABLY THE ONLY REASON AT ALL THAT AN UNOFFICIAL UNLIKELY AS HIGH AS IT WOULD APPEAR TO BE THE NUMBER OF MY FRIENDS ARE MISSING OR DEAD... BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY NO ONE TOLD ME THAT YOU NOW ARE OBVIOUSLY (TO ME📖) THE REASON WHY NO ONE TALKS TO ME, NO ONE INVITES ME TO ANY PARTIES, NO ONE RETURNS MY PHONE CALLS, MY NEIGHBORS ARE ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF ME SINCE ALL I HAVE DONE FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF IS DRUGS, CRAFT BEER, SOURCERY, ALCHEMY, EXPOLITCAL DIPLOMACY, SLOWLY BECOME MORE AND OPENLY UNABLE TO CONCEAL MY SCATHING, VISIBILY COMPLEX IN BOTH BREADTH AND DEPTH FOR HOW MY COMPLETELY INAPPROPRIATE LACK OF RESPECT FOR WHAT IS LAUGHABLY REFERRED TO AS A “DISTRICT COURT”, YEAH, FEMA DISTRICT ELEVEN, ROFLSNORT.
I HAD NO IDEA HOW ANY ONE COULD POSSIBLY HAVE USED YOU AS RELIABLE SOURCE OF INTELLIGENCE ABOUT ME, MY NATURE, MY MARTIAL STATUS, MY RELIGIOUS AND SPIRITUAL OBSERVATIONS, MY ABILITY TO COMMAND PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER, AS WELL AS TO TOLERATE ITTY-BITTY LIVING SPACES, THEY LITERALLY GOT EVERY GODDAM THING WRONG, THAT WAS POSSIBLE TO GET WRONG, WRONG.
OH, BUT THEN YOU DECIDED TO WHINE HOW MUCH I RIGHT WRONGS THRU WRITING? JUMPING JE-0DO-HOSE ZOSO, I GET PAID THE SAME NO MATTER HOW MANY WORDS I TYPE... AND AS WELL, FOR THE NUMBER OF CAST-OFF CHUCKLE-HEADED WHORES NAMED “MICHELE” THAT HAVE BEEN PUTTING IN WHAT I GUESS MUST BE TRULY MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF OVERTIME SO AS IN ORDER TO BE ABLE TO BLAME ME, TAKE THE HOUSE, TAKE THE TRUST, END MY LIFE, JESUS CHRIST, ORLE “REVILLE” REDDENBAXCHER AND THAT DINGBAT POPCORN QUEEN HE ROLLS AROUND WITH WERE 100% CORRECT —. WHY THE FUCK I WERE EVER TO HAVE BEEN FRIENDS WITH EITHER MICHELE, WOULD BE, COULD BE, AND MAYBE ONLY COULD EVER BE EXPLAINED IF I REALLY WERE A DRUG AND SEX OBSESSED TOTALLY FUCKING LOSER LIAR WHO LIKED TO FORCIBLY REPROGRAM THE MINDS AND SUPPRESS THE FREE WILK CHOICE OF ANY NAIVE, INNOCENT, SADLY NEGLECTED AND, IN MY VIEW, CRIMINALLY UNDERSPPRECIATED TOTAL LESBIANAS, JUST TRYNA
MAKE IT THROUGH THEIR DAY, JUST TRYING TO MAKE IT COME TOGETHER, NOTHING WORKS, EVERY DAY, THE SAME LACK OF CLARITY OF VISION. NOW, TELL ME, WHAT MIGHT IT BE? WHAT IS THE MISSING INGREDIENTS IN THE WAKE, BAKE, CAKE, AND “‘AKE! ‘AKE! ‘AKE!” SIDEWALKIN SWEATSHOP OF TORTURED, SADOMASOCHISTIC LOVE DRAMA TRAIN, WELCOME TO HELL?
WELL, LET ME TELL YOU, THE LAST GODDAM PEOPLE I WOULD WANNA DO FUCKME DRUGS WITH, JUST D
SO HAPPEN TO BE THE ONLY TWO WOMEN I'VE EVER KNOWN WHO CLAIMED THEY DIDN'T LIKE TO TAKE DRUGS WILLINGLY AND HAVE COMSENSUAL SEX WITH ME, JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE, THE ONLY TWO WOMEN THAT MY FOUR PHONES AND THREE HOTSPOTS AND TWO YEARS OF ABSOLUTELY BYZANTINE AND KK KAFKAESQUE LOCKDOWN —ENFORCED BY MIL.SPEC TOTAL SPECTRUM DOMINANCE, BTW, AND LET ME TELL YOU, THE POWER OF THIS TECHNOLOGY IS A WONDERFUL THING TO BEHOLD
BUT, ASSUME YOU WERE ME AT THIS POINT. DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO EXPECT TO BE SUDDENLY INVITED BACK TO ANY PREVIOUS SOCIAL INTERACTIONS? WELL, BOTH MICHELLES ARE WELL KNOWN TO BE HOODRAT COKED-OUT BOXCAR-*BOUND LYING, TREAONOUS WHORES —HEY I'M NOT DOXXING YOU, AM I? I AM PRETTY SURE THAT I AM THE LAST PERSON ON THE PLANET TO FIND OUT THAT YOU MUST HAVE BEEN THE ORIGINAL SOURCE (OR AT LEAST CLOSE) OF WHATEVER "ORIGINAL LEAKER" THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY, I DON'T KNOW.
I WAS ASKED BY SOMEBODY YOU ARE PROBABLY SITTING NEXT TO ON THE COUCH, WATCHING ME PRODUCE THESE WORDS, BUT MAYBE NOT .. IS THERE EVEN A COUCH BIG ENOUGH, STRONG ENOUGH, AND, DARE I ASK? MMmmm MASCULINE ENOUGH TO HANDLE THE COMBINED BODY-MASS INDEX OF YOU TWO BEING IN THE SAME ROOM AT THE SAME TIME?
BECAUSE WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW, IS A ANTI-DEPRESSANT, STRONG ENOUGH FOR A MAN—A DOCTOR SOURCE TITAN PALADIN-KNIGHT-SOURCERŒR MAN, SUCH AS MYSELF (I KNOW SOURCE IS IN THERE TWICE, BUT THAT'S BECAUSE I JUST LEVELED UP, AND IF YOU DIDN'T HEAR THE “DING” MY GUESS WOULD BE THAT IN ADDITION TO ALL THE COKE AND PEPSI—SI,PEP, IT IS A PRACTICALLY A FUCKING PERFECT ANAGRAM FOR SPEED, YOU GARBAGE COCK AND TRAIL OF BALLS I GET LOOKED AT REALLY FUCKING FUNNY AT, WERE I TO HAPPEN TO GET EVEN GET THERE. I HAVE BEEN MEETING PEOPLE FOR MONTHS, WHO ACT LIKE THEY THINK THEY KNOW ME, CLEARLY DO NOT, AND ARE SEEMINGLY UNAWARE THAT THEY WERE GONNA KILL HER, BLAME IT ON ME, AND I WAS GONNA BE THE NEXT SCOTT PETERSON, TRAPPED IN PRISON CONVICTED FOR A CRIME I NEVER EVEN CAME CLOSE TO COMMITTING... AND IT IS TAKING A YEAR AND A HALF TO BRING A SIMPLE ASSAULT IV MISDEMEANOR CASE TO TRIAL, AND MYSTERIOUSLY, YOU DON'T THINK IT'S SEEMING A LITTLE STRANGE TO EVERYBODY THAT EVERY SINGLE PERSON I'VE EVER KNOWN, CAN'T OR WON'T ANSWER THE MOST BASIC OF QUESTIONS? SHIT LIKE, "HOW ARE YOU DOING?"
AGAIN —I AM A SOURCERŒR, AND YOU ARE NOT A HIGHLY CLASSIFIED COVERT AGENT. YOU HAVE THE WORST... SECOND WORST, LET'S BE FAIR. MAYBE THIRD? WHATEVER. POINT IS YOUR OPSEC IS SHIT, YOUR MANNERS ARE SHIT, YOU HAVE INADVERTENTLY MADE AN ANNOYING SITUATION EVEN MORE ANNOYING FOR ALL CONCERNED, BECAUSE I AM NOT THE PERSON DRAGGING ASS HERE.
I DON'T KNOW WHO IS, BUT I AM AMAZED. WHO IS THE HUGI-PIGI-OVER-TWAT-LORD AROUND HERE? (APOLOGIES IF I HAVE GOTTEN THE NAME SPELLING WRONG. APPARENTLY MY ABILITY TO ACTUALLY SPEAK, THINK, AND WRITE FLUENTLY IN ENGLISH PRIME IS PERFECTLY PERCEIVED BY THE PARTICIPANTS IN THE GREAT AND GRAND MASONIC THOUGHT CONTROL (SUDDENLY EXPOSED) SYSTEM IS TERRIBLE. TERRIFYING
AND MAYBE... TERRIFICALLY AROUSING?
YEAH, I KNOW. LITERACY IS THAT POWERFUL, AND IT WOULD SEEM TO ME THAT I AM LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS HOW TO READ AND WRITE AND FUCK AND NOT BE A RATBASTARDFINKFUNK. PEOPLE WANNA KNOW! “HOW THE FUCK IS THIS CHEEKY BASTARD GETTING AWAY WITH IT? HE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT..
CAN HE?” *SIGH* THE SHIT I HAVE SEEN, THE LAST FIVE YEARS, JUST INCREDIBLE.
AND SINCE I AM NOT BREAKING THE LAW WHEN I GET HIGH AS FUCK ON.... I'M GONNA SAY, “WHATEVER THE WILL OF THE DIVINE ALLOWS ME TO LAWFULLY DO,” IT IS PRETTY UNLIKELY THAT I WON'T BE ABLE TO WRITE A FEW BOOKS. THEY MIGHT EVEN SELL. I MIGHT EVEN CHANGE MY NAME TO “HUNTER KUCZI THOMAHAWK NOTPÆDOGAWK" BECAUSE I'M FUCKING SICK TO DEATH OF PEOPLE THINKING THEY NEED TO BE AFRAID OF STUFF I'M GONNA DO, THE NEXT TIME I'M LEFT ALONE WITH A WOMAN, A BIG BAG OF DRUGS, A DVD COPY OF “THE LAST STARFIGHTER.” BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY, I AM NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING EXCEPT TEACH THEM HOW TO BE CAREFUL WITH SUCH TECHNOLOGY. DO YOU KNOW HOW SAFE I AM TO BE LEFT ALONE WITH NOW?
PROBABLY NOT, BECAUSE I AM OBVIOUSLY NOT ON YOUR TEAM. I AM NOT ON ANY TEAM, YOU TWERPMUNCH, AND I ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU MUST HAVE BEEN DEAD. I ASSUMED YOU WOULD HAVE TO HEAR ABOUT THE MOST CATASTROPHIC FAILURE OF THE U.S. DOMESTIC INTELLIGENCE MONITORING, GATHERING, AND SURVEILLANCE ESTABLISHMENT IN ALL OF ITS OFFICIALLY RECORDED HISTORY.
SINCE THERE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ANY SUCH ESTABLISHMENT SPYING ON IT'S CITIZENS AND THROWING THEM INTO JAIL AND THREATENING THEM WITH... OH GOD, YOU NAME IT. AND THIS IS WHAT'S HAPPENS IN MY CASE... SOME OF YOU BURN-OUT REPROBATES THINK THAT IT IS PERFECTLY OKAY TO POISON MY WATER SUPPLY, TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD THAT I AM A SEX AND DRUGS OBSESSED FREAK AND THAT MY CIVIL RIGHTS CAN BE VIOLATED FOR SOME UNSPECIFIED “EMERGENCY”. IT WAS A BAD IDEA.
THERE HAVE BEEN UNEXPECTED CONSEQUENCES. FOR EXAMPLE, EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO COME TO MY HOUSE AND PARTY BELIEVE THEY CAN'T, AND THEY CAN'T REALLY TELL ME WHY, BUT BY NOW THE LACK OF RUNNING WATER AND LOCATION AT THE BOTTOM OF A FISHBOWL REALLY SPOILS THE MOOD. ADDITIONALLY, SINCE ALL YOU SELFISH SELLBAGS HAVE ADJUST ALREADY BEEN DOING TONS OF THIS KIND OF THINGS FOR DECADES WITHOUT ME (THANKS, BTW, VERY KIND OF YOU TO SIMPLY NOT TELL ME THAT YOU WERE BEING PAID TO PRETEND TO LIKE ME) I AM NOW IN THE RARE POSITION OF BEING A FIFTY OLD MAN WITHOUT A DISABLING ADDICTION TO CRYSTAL METH.
I'M THE CHEAPEST DATE IMAGINABLE WITHOUT DRUGS OR SEX EVEN NECESSARILY AROUND. I DO TEND TO NO LONGER PRETEND I CAN'T TELL WHEN I'M BEING LIED TO, HOWEVER. AND WHILE I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY NO ONE TOLD ME THAT THE WOMEN I KNOW QUITE WELL: “CODENAME: DINGBAT BERRY—STRAW BERRY, SHAKEN BY RAPE, NOT BRAINSTIRRED BY ICEPICK” SEEMS LIKE A GREAT NAME FOR MY MEMOIRS, BUT HERE'S WHAT IS AWKWARD
NONE OF MY FRIENDS APPEAR TO BE ABLE TO PUBLICLY ASSOCIATE WITH ME AND BY NOW... I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHO IS UPSET WITH ME NOW. WAS I REALLY SUPPOSED TO ROLL OVER AND LET MYSELF BE BLAMED FOR SHITLOADS OF CRIMINAL ACTIVITY? LOL, K, WELL, I'M NOT ROLLING OVER, OR GUILTY OF ANYTHING, SO A WHOLE THUNDEROUS CARLOAD OF VERY, VERY SERIOUS DUDES ARE HAVING A PROBLEM... SHOULD THEY JUST... GO ALONG WITH THE WHOLE “I AM BLACKPOPE” THING AND JUST... BRIBE ME? I RATHER THINK THAT NO ONE WANTS TO OFFEND ME BY OFFERING EITHER TOO LOW, OR TOO HIGH SCHOOL AND WHY IS “AN INDULGENCE” LEGAL, AND “BRIBERY” A CRIMINAL ACT?
WELL, I COULD TELL YOU .. BUT G,-D JUST ASKED ME NOT TO TELL ANYBODY HERE. THIS IS PUBLIC, AFTER ALL.
AND, BELIEVE IT, MISTY PISTY WISTY (not Seminole) ARABICA BEE. STARBUCKS. I THINK I'M GONNA HURT MY FEELS WHEN I EXPLAIN THIS: THE DRUGS THAT EVERYONE THINKS ARE SO BAD, THAT I AM THOUGHT TO BE DOING, AND THAT I HAVE VERY CLEVERLY ARRANGED TO BE DOING 109% LEGALLY THE ENTIRE TIME?
NOT ONLY ARE ALL OF ALL Y'ALL DOING THEM WRONG... YOU ASSHOLE SECRET SQUIRREL RETARD,-0 MINTY-MONTY-BLANK⁰-WANKJOBS... YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT REAL DRUGS EVEN ARE.
SO: YOU'RE KICKED OUT OF THE CHESS&DRUGS&TEAM, AND THERE ISN'T EVEN ONE OF THOSE CHARTERED YET. HOWEVER, GETTING HIGH, PLAYING BOARD GAMES, AND HAVING SEX WITH SOMETHING APPROACHING DIGNITY, HONOR, & RESPECT IS A GREAT TIME.
YOU SHOULD TRY IT SOME TIME. ALSO: I AM GOING TO EXPLAIN TO THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU HAVE NEVER
AND I MEAN NEVER
EVER BEEN MY PARTNER, MY BACKUP, MY SUPPLY, MY ASSAY, MY CHEMIST... AND YOU ARE CERTAINLY
ABSOLUTELY
NOT
GRAPEFRUIT.
(I guess tracking down IDs on some of my actual friends has proven difficult since no one could figure out why I gave you $1,600 and waved “bye-bye” instead of, well... look I mean it, you are a security risk. And you thought I gave a shit? BITCH, YOU DON'T SMOKE WEED, YOU DON'T SUCK DICK, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE STILL ATTRACTIVE TO ME SEXUALLY IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER... I GUESS YOU WOULD BE IF YOU ACTUALLY WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH ME FOR ANY REASON WHAT SO EVER BESIDES MAINTAINING THE PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY OF AN EMBEDDED AGENT’S COVER STORY... BUT I DON'T DO THAT WITH YOU, AND IN FACT... NOT UNTIL ONE OF THE FOUR (4) WOMEN WHO AMBUSHED ME ON CHRISTMAS EVE NEARLY TWO YEARS AGO, DID I REALIZE JUST WHY I AM ADORED, ALL THE WORLD OVER.
BECAUSE: WE ARE FRIENDS, YOU ARE SIMPLY NOT ALL THAT GOOD AT BEING ONE. GOOD NEWS, HOWEVER!
I NOW KNOW WHY TWO PEOPLE WHO INEXPLICABLY STARTED SCREAMING AT ME, WERE SCREAMING ABOUT YOU, AND IF I AM EVER SO FORTUNATE AS TO BE ABLE TO TALK TO THEM AGAIN WITHOUT THE WHOLE GODDAM CAST OF “TEAM AMERICA TWO: YOU ELECTRIC ARRESTED WHO ON WHAT CHRISTY-BOOGEY-MASSY-LOO EVE-DAY?” NOW I KNOW THIS IS A LITTLE LONG FOR A TITLE, BUT IF THAT BIT FROM “FLASHDANCE” WHEN SHE PULLS THE CHAIN AND WATER IS DUMPED ON HER, MAKE THAT INTO A GOOGLE ICON, PUT IT ON AT THE END, IT MIGHT BE WORTH MAKING IT A FEDERAL LAW THAT ALL MOVIES HAVE TO HAVE TITLES THAT ARE TOO LONG FOR ANYROBERTMORE SMITH E. SMYTHE. SMITTY, J. WARBLER MADMAN-A-DAMUS TO HAVE TO RENT A HI-SPEED DATA CONNECTION FOR, JUST DO THAT, I DOUBT YOU KNOW STAR, JACKSTAR AS WELL AS YOU THINK YOU DO.
I'M NOT MAD.
I'M HURT.
PEOPLE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HAVE DIED.
ACTUALLY FUCKING KILLED.
YOU DON'T REMEMBER.
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM NOW.
“TIME TRAVELING INTERDIMENSIONALLY FAMOUS PALADIN KNIGHT-CAPTAIN" AND YOUR VAIN, BEADY LITTLE EYES JUST KIND OF GLAZE OVER AS YOU TOTES FINE WITH MY CYCLE OF CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATIONS CONTINUES TO MARCH.ONWARD.
IF MY CIVIL RIGHTS ARE NOT RESPECTED,
NEED WILL ANYONE'S?
REMEMBER THE WOMAN YOU MET?
I DOUBT IT. THAT ONE ISN'T COMING BACK, SHE'S HAD ENOUGH, THERE WERE SEVENTEEN THAT I COUNTED, I DIDN'T NEED THAT MANY, AND NO ONE
ABSOLUTELY NO ONE
EVER THOUGHT THAT I WAS GOING TO FIGURE IT OUT, OR STOP IT.
THEY WERE GOING TO KILL HER, AND BLAME ME.
AND, THEY DIDN'T FAIL THE FIRST TIME.
THE ONE YOU MET IS ALIVE, SOMEWHERE ELSE, AND I LIVE ALONE, I ALSO SLEEP ALONE.
BECAUSE THAT WOMAN YOU MET, YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT, AND SHE LIED ABOUT YOU TOO.
SO YOU CAN ASSUME THAT I WILL WRITE AS MANY FUCKING FEEL LIKE, AND YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SENDING ME MAIL BEFORE. AND YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A LOT MORE POLITE.
AND— NOW I KNOW WHY YOU AND OUR_FRIEND AREN'T AT CLOSE ANYMORE. LOL. I ALSO GET THE PICTURE ON WHY HER MOM IS SO COLD TO ME, AND WHY THE LITERALLY ENTIRE REST OF THE FAMILY IS CERTAINLY MORE FOND OF ME THAN, “DON'T EVEN WANNA ANSWER BASIC INFORMATION.” LIKE, SURE.
LET ME GUESS: THEY BLAME YOU FOR ME? OR ME FOR YOU? WELL, I'M NOT SURE YOU MIRACLE TEAMMATES OF “99 VADGES AND 26,17, 38, AND/OR 139 DUPLICATE SETS OF ID AND CREDENTIALS, AND NOW HERE‘S JACKSTAR' S.T.D. WITH THE WEATHER."
IT'S CHILLY. VERY CHILLY. HEY, BUT, GOOD NEWS! BECAUSE I'M SMART, ONLY ONE GRAPEFRUIT DIED AND DIDN'T COME BACK. AND IT'S NOT LIKE SHE DOESN'T WANT TO. SHE JUST DOESN'T WANT TO GET INSTANTLY KILLED.
SHE IS SERIOUSLY, SERIOUSLY BURN’t. LOL, SHE'S FINE. SHE MIGHT HAVE A NEW INSERTION WINDOW! I DON'T KNOW HOW IT WORKS. NOT ENTIRELY.
AND YET, I AM ENTIRELY SURE THAT I WOULD TRADE BOTH (2) MICHELLES LIVING IN A VAN
DINAH SHORE FOR PRESIDENT 2924
(THAT'S WHAT YEAR YOU SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO BE GIVEN THE RIGHT TO VOTE AND WEAR SHOES BACK, HOLY SHIT DID YOU PICK THE WRONG HORSE TO RIDE ON DOWN TO THE RIVER AND THEN YOU PICKED THE WRONG TRUCK TO TRADE THE HORSE FOR, BECAUSE IF YOU REALLY WERE LIVING IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER... WELL, I'M NOT MAD, I COULD VISIT. I RIGHT WOULD NOT HAVE TO MAKE UP SOME PHONEY EXCUSE.
GRAPEFRUIT SEEMED AMAZED THAT I WAS UNWILLING TO BLOCK YOUR NUMBER. WELL, NUMBER ONE, I OWED YOU MONEY, AND I AM DISCIPLINED ABOUT PAYING MY DEBTS.
I PAY THEM WHEN IT IS BENEFICIAL TO ME, DUH.
ALSO, I HAD NO IDEA WHAT YOU WERE DOING, BUT, I GUESS I KNOW NOW, LOL .
SO, THAT'S WHY, EVEN IF I RUN INTO YOU, AND YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE FOUND OUT THAT, WOW, CRYSTAL METHAMPHETAMINE WORKS EVEN BETTER WITH PERMISSION! I'M NOT EVEN ENCOURAGING YOU. OR PROSELYTIZING. I AM SAYING THAT, I BEAR RETARDED TODDLERS NO ILL WILL, AND I AM SURE HAD NO IDEA THAT SUCH A THING COULD REALLY EVER BE.
“KUCZI IS PALADIN NOW, LIVES IN A HAUNTED CHURCH, AND ALL I GOTTA DO IS ASK NICELY AND NOT BE A LYING GODDAM HOUR... AND I CAN HAVE SANCTUARY?” YEP.
BUT, NOT YOU. BESTIES WOULD BE TERRIFIED. NO ONE IS REALLY SURE HOW MY SHIELDS WORK, BUT THEY ARE DEFINITELY FUNCTIONAL, VERY WORTHY OF STUDY... AND THEY ARE NOT BEING STUDIED.
I'M NOT ABLE TO TELL YOU EXACTLY WHY THAT IS, OR EXACTLY WHY YOU ARE NOT INVITED OVER AT ALL EVEN FOR BREAKFAST COFFEE! NO METH! "DO YOU GET PAID BY THE WORD?”
It's not that I think you're dangerous. It's that I'm dangerous, it would scare two people I know with an anxiety disorder, and... you obviously saw your connection to me as a very different one than I did, because I still don't know what happened, but I do know you made an abusively snide comment a year and a half after I was set up to be ARRESTED ON CHRISTMAS.
I AM LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON HERE WHO DID FOLLOW THE LAW.
THAT'S WHY YOU STILL HAVE YOUR COMMUNITY, AS WELL AS YOUR LIFE, BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE FUCKING DRIVING PISSED, AND I WOULD NEVER, EVER, EVER HAVE ROLLED OVER ON YOU. I WOULD NOT ROLL OVER ON ANY YOU.
I AM A MEMBER OF A SPECIAL SOCIAL STATUS CLASS. I AM CLERGY. I AM ORDAINED. AND I AM A SINGULARLY UNIQUE, DIVINELY ORDAINED MAGICKAL BEING. A D.O.M.B. COOL, HUH?
AND PEOPLE KNOW THAT I'M MILDLY FOND OF YOU, AND THAT'S WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEEN KILLED BY SOMEONE. IT'S NOT BECAUSE YOU ARE ONE OF MY SPECIAL FAVORITES, AW HELL NO. AND ALSO:
GRAPEFRUIT WANTS TO BUY YOU A DRINK, AND HAVE A LITTLE CHAT, AND SHE WANTS ME TO BE THERE IF) WHEN IT EVER HAPPENS. I DON'T THINK SHE WANTS TO STABBY-STABB-STABBY.
BUT IF I AM THERE, AT THE MINIMUM... WELL, I CAN RESURRECT YOU BOTH. TRY TWO OUT OF THREE? I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE COULD TAKE THE ODDS, FRANKLY.
IT DOESN'T MATTER. YOU LIED TO ME, ORLANDO JONES.
CONSEQUENCE: SPECIAL SQUEEZE, CINDERSQUEEZE, CINDER CINDER CINDER, AND SHADY: ACCESS DEVIL DOG....
DENIED.
now, HOW ABOUT THAT? YOU SEEM LIKE THE KIND OF PERSON WHO MIGHT APPRECIATE BEING FOREVER KNOWN AS HAVING A BROADER ASS THAN THE LONGEST RIVER IN EGYPT IS WIDER AT IT'S NARROWEST POINT. IT'S A FACT. LOOK IT UP.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE A STRANGER, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXIST, EITHER. IF I WERE YOU: LEARN TO SING AN APOLOGY SONG, AND THEN START TATTOOING THE LYRICS ON YOUR SELF LIKE GUY PEARCE.
HEY, MAYBE THE SLANDERETTES AND THE MICHELLE-IN-AT,-LEAST-FIVE-GOODYEAR BLIMPS CAN DO AN AROUND THE WORLD APOLOGY TOUR!
TRUST ME.
PEOPLE KNEW.
NONE OF YOU TOLD ME.
AND I KNOW THAT WASN'T YOUR JOKE.
MATTHEW SATANIST SEEMSlikaHO WROTE THAT REMARK
DOESN'T MATTER.
WE WERE FRIENDS. NOW YOU'RE SOMEONE FRIENDS ARE WILLING TO KILL.
HONESTLY, FLATTERING.
YOU AREN'T PROTECTED. I'M NOT AMBIVALENT.
I DON'T FEEL THE NEED FOR REVENGE. IF THEY DO? WELL...
SALE ON INDULGENCES! 59% OFF!
(OR, GET TWO INDULGENCES GRANTED FREELY, FOR JUST ONE PENNY!
Penny must be presented with a severed finger attached. NO EXCEPTIONS. unless b³æb¥ brings in a whole leg from the 90s — we'll make one of those lamps in A Christmas Story, I always wanted one
MADE OUT OF AN ACTUAL GODDAM LEG. Don't think I can't figure out how to do it. I just won't bother with it, or even
YOU .
) work a lot butter when they are not administered by a REPTILE, BORN thE CoLd, AnY bag of speed is acid and is the same thing, true?
Oh, Cherub. FALSE. There is much you have yet to learn about drug use, abuse, addiction, recovery, smuggling, having a halving of whipped HORSES being the ostensibly plausible reason two women who, LOGICALLY, WOULD HAVE HAD EVERY POSSIBLE REASON TO HAVE "CROSSED PATHS BEFORE" AND SO PERHAPS YOU MUGGLES CAN SEE WHY MY OPINION ABOUT YOUR OPINIONS ON CERTAIN NICHE alchemical formulae and the applications that are appropriate for me... AND WHICH ARE NOT AT ALL APPROPRIATE FOR YOU.
DO NOT EVER RUN GAME ON ME AGAIN / OPERATE UNDER FALSE PRETENSES \ EVER FORGET THAT I NEVER CARED THAT YOU WERE –QUITE OBVIOUSLY TO ME ON FIRST GLANCE AS WELL AS YOUR STUBBORN REFUSAL TO RECOGNIZE THE FOLLOWING STATEMENT OF VERIFIABLY DEMONSTRABLE FACT: You are a total toteslez lesbian who thought that I was so thoroughly dominated by chemical imprinting and memory engram manipulation that both YOU & AFS:
#1) KNEW EACH OTHER ALREADY;
#2) BELIEVED I WAS YOUR HO’S BEAST;
#3) AND THAT TOGETHER, THE PAIR OF YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO REPROGRAM ME WITH CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS PLACED INTO THE WHIPPED CREAM;
#4) YOU WERE ABLE TO SOMEHOW BELIEVE THAT THERE WOULD BE SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES THAT YOU COULD LEARN TO LIVE WITH AFTER DECADES OF BALD-FACED LYING TO ME, AS WELL AS TELLING EVERYONE IN THE WORLD WHO OFFERED YOU A $2 BILL AND AT LEAST HALF A JELLY DOUGHNUT —BUT, NOT A DONUT— ALL KINDS OF PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT ME... AND FROM THE REMEMBER, “TELEMETRY? WHAT BULLSHIT! RAISE YOUR STAND AND FLAGS, RETARDS WITH NO PLAYBOOK AVAILABLE FOR THIS PARTICULAR POOCH-SCREW, THAT IS FOR DAMN SURE.
#5) SERIOUSLY, YOU TOTESLEZZES, Y'ALL NEED YOUR OWN FLAG. YOU'RE NOT GAY. YOU'RE NOT A FAG. YOU ARE NOT, STRICTLY SPEAKING, EVEN HUMAN AT ALL! NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT, BUT I THINK YOU'RE DOING EVERYONE A DISSERVICE BY NOT IMMEDIATELY GETTING A FACE TATTOO THAT READS, “NOT ONLY DID I IMAGINE I KNEW HOW TO LIE TO A HUNGARIAN, AS IT TURNS OUT, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT ONE LOOKS LIKE, AND EVERYTHING ANYONE EVER HEARD ME SAY ABOUT SOURCERY WAS WRONG, BECAUSE I HONESTLY THOUGHT KUCZI WAS AN IDIOT AND I WAS DOING MYSELF OR ANYONE ANY FAVORS BY DOING... WHATEVER IT WAS I DID AFTER I DECIDED TO STOP TALKING TO HIM, SPILL MY GUTS ABOUT HIM TO A BUNCH OF SCHWEINHUND CARPET_&_ASS_BURGER_BAGGERS, AND NOW IF I MAY BE EXCUSED I WOULD LIKE TO BE READING SOME OF THOSE BOOKS THAT HE MUST HAVE BEEN HAVING FLOWN IN FROM A DIFFERENT COUNTRY THAN THE ONE I WAS SENT TO. WHICH WASN'T SIBERIA. MATT, MAY I BE SENT TO SIBERIA?
No, I only get paid per particulate of ejaculate that ends up being found at the end of the formerly customarily forbidden Easter egg hunt and evidentiary collectioning field trip, which I am told through the Audi-fiveBYfivey-ey’drinka-tinka-TOCK-TOCK-TALKIE-WOKKA-WOKKA-TALK-sick-poet-TRY-TOW-JA-JAY-JAY-VJ-MAIN-PLANE/PLAIN-OR... spicy-spices of Spirit (God is great; The proceeding comment was not sponsored by Lady Gaga or her associated conglometry industries in any way whatsoever, hail Satan, GTBM., A.M., M.F.T-T-T-TOP-WH-CO-KR-unfunf, fu, uncle umphy, And to make it perfectly clear, Mr snuffleupagus too, electric boogaloo would have been great too, IF ONLY MY PHONE AND ITS ASSOCIATED CALENDAR APP HAD WORKED PROPERLY TOO) scheduled to be reorganized any day now, or at least it was the last time I heard from the ghost of Putin's murdered daughter. (GOD BLESS THE SOULS OF THOSE CHILDREN'S SACRIFICED, AND GOD BLESS US ALL, BECAUSE THIS IS GOD'S COUNTRY, LADY! By the way I think I can hear some mumbled, slightly suppressed shrieking of my neighbor's murdering another one of their children for sacrifice to their dark Lord Ba’al—which doesn't happen here, so if you feel compelled to make a 911 report due to your status as a court ordered reporter, make sure you get the address right, I'm at the house that still has balls.
*One-handed manipulation of phone keyboard, two balls dangling freely... clic(sounds of triggered girl in the background are still plainly heard here, sounds like somebody's having a tough time with their new workbook, hopefully she doesn't try shooting it in the kneecaps, cuz that's really out of style)k-que*
THE GRUMBLING WILL CONTINUE UNTIL THE GRAVES ARE EXPOSED AND THE SPIRITS ARE LAID TO REST.
(Also I'd like to announce that I'm voluntarily donating today's salary, to which I would ordinarily be explicitly and dramatically required to receive, but instead today I'm donating to get to the ASPCA, and I sure the f*** hope somebody has a goddamn postage stamp left, because if you think I'm walking this one down to the postman myself in this economy, well you're probably right tomorrow but today I'm taking the day off.
Because of Legions. (By the way do you have any lesions that need christening? I'm holding a special next week, 50% off, I decided just for the hell of it I'm going to start my Thanksgiving breakfast commemorative sale early this year... Because I just can't handle the fact that I only have one needle left, oh my god I'm so jonesing I'm about to die from the pain of torturous withdrawal. So I sure am glad that Google voice keyboard works so well to get my message across with the appropriate amount of bone homie and vim and vigor that one would expect from a man in my position... Which well awkward, at least it isn't badass backwards and full frontal smack my b**** up nudity centric related content. Not that there would be anything wrong with that, but I made a vow, and I sure would like to see it through to the end, if only for personal satisfaction, because I doubt that anybody ever reads any of my emails all the way through, especially to the part at the bottom where it says:
ANY USE OF THIS ELECTRON TRANSMISSION FOR A PURPOSE OTHER THAN IT WAS INTENDED TO THE INTENDED RECIPIENTS IS HEREBY PROHIBITED.
You know, I think it sounds like b******* too: nevertheless it is not. By the way you're banned from the pool party next week. Do you think you could get me a replacement secretary who doesn't automatically think that I'm talking about sucking my dick? Because those people are now classified as "abattoirists, otherwise non-specified as N******.*
-Mgt.
p.s.: Yes: I'm upset about something. No colon I'm not going to go postal, yes, that woman faked the entire goddamn thing for 25 years and probably does not deserve prison but really really should have a different guardian payer psychologist psychiatrist mental health counseling coach physical therapist and, just for the hell of it, she should probably be assigned a woman with a sense of taste, style, Grace, and ability to pick out a goddamn bath bomb that isn't a f****** dud, because this one.. let me tell you—She couldn't deep throat a piece of dental floss, And as soon as I can I'm going to get a message to whomever down in central casting and let them know that
...
ONCE AGAIN
MY PICKUP TRUCK EITHER NEEDS ATTENTION OR SOMEONE'S GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO F*** ITS TAILPIPE, And that's just not something I can do while still respecting my personal religious observances. I'm sure you understand.
However just in case tarjan pissy C Fenty B LMNOP Rick is a dick and a prick quotient alpha zeta beta, so help me God... As I don't think I can keep up the absurdist dota period for very long before I collapse into a singularity myself. By the way Michael Aquino is a hero. Unpopular opinion I know, but I have it on good authority that he finds it to be absolutely worth it, the sacrifice he made, given the effect that my words have been having on the recent generation of cap wearing ball busting Rikki-Tikki tikki symbol having Quantico graduates who apparently don't even have to have their balls drop anymore before they get handed a badge in a gun and start beating the s*** out of their neighbors terrorizing them for life and having them thrown in jail for a day because they can't get their s*** together around realizing that maybe, just maybe they made a mistake.
It's not too late for apologies, but I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get one, and I can't afford the nightmare scenario in which I have to stay awake at night dreaming and sweating and turning over restlessly over and over an empty bed while I imagine I'm going to ask for an apology for not getting a good enough apology. I could probably find this information out in a book somewhere, but as I'm not literate in Hebrew, I honest to God don't know where to begin, cuz I'm not learning a Senate lineage language anytime soon, that's for damn sure.
(Vengeance for The On call circuit City repair tech guy, who's going to have to be really on the ball next time when he puts in the extra memory upgrades to the WOPR unit that is currently being brought out of cold storage to see if maybe that one has a clue on what the f*** to do next! No, I know that because of some pretty serious conflict of interest issues, they can't just ask me, which is pretty good for them, because I can't think of a f****** thing to do either other than to let me f****** stamp it around and scream at the heavens, which I'm going to do anyway so f****** y'all better f****** cross your fingers and f****** toes it's going to work because after 2 years hasn't worked yet but that's okay I'll just keep right on at it, and stare at this porch full of trash bags with fierce steaming brilliant intensity leaking out of my eyeballs.... Because if it worked on staring at goats it's going to definitely work on staring at dirty needles. It always works in the simulator back home, You know, you probably called it something else but here's a hint: people can blow people there Even now to this day, with a very low likelihood chance that they're going to come pregnant by space squids in their pancreas.)
By the way I think one of my neighbors needs a hug. Is there a spare robo judge available who can call them up on the phone and tell them how terrible that is and how they need to be ready to write things down and do they have a pen? Not a penitentiary, I mean a f****** black felt pen a magic marker Do they have a pen?!
You know it's a good thing that judge is so cute because I don't know how the hell he's getting away with not being lynched, but as you can see I'm doing a marvelous job of making sure that he's not going to find me sexually attractive EITHER;
AND THUS AND SO BEHOLD, AS ABOVE SO BELOW, THE BALANCE OF POWER HAS BEEN MAINTAINED.
(It's such a pity; not very long ago, all of this could have been avoided... If somebody had just been allowed to give me a goddam hug, but perhaps maybe, this is how certain select racist b**** bastards who live in places I wouldn't possibly have any way of knowing, are finally able to learn how to hug themselves. I honestly don't know how the hell anybody else would want to, just yet... Because I don't think these people are American Samoan, no, no not at all And also a whole bunch of spirits came in last night through the portal down by the road, and I'm not allowing them to stay here, but I also don't see them anymore so I'm not sure where they went. I don't think we need to exorcism, this time, but just in case any spare Catholic b****** are around look for something to do, there's probably a whole bunch of evil space squids living advanced down by the river because that's where I told him all to go after they asked me if I thought that being a barely seen yet still plainly visible to me apparition was something that made them look fat.
Since I'd never seen them before, I couldn't tell, maybe if I saw an old Polaroid photo and poke them in the tummy like the Pillsbury doughboy I be able to see so instead I just said something polite and nonspecific and they went on their way.
And that, my friend, is what makes me a diplomat... And isn't it wonderful that we have machines to read this for us now? Maybe soon we'll have a machine that's able to make its own pasta and throw itself at the door in order to get out of having a conversation! With the pace at which water technology is evolving, I think it could probably be done in a jiffy. PS you're out of lube, according to your Amazon one button click purchasing order device, which couldn't get through to you at the moment because I'm busy taking up the bandwidth, but it sent me a tickler that I was able to pick up with my ansible, which by the way—
I work;
I function;
I invent.
And I also forgive. Too bad I can't snuggle and read books as well, but I've only got so much random access memory available for totally unimportant activities like that.
(And no I need these 12 million 655,862 copies of the United States Constitution stored in a memory module surgically implanted near to my anus, my God, to thee. I don't need them for class, but I thought just to be sure, I would get some extras in case they came in handy.
I'm pretty sure they will in about 5 minutes. #cia04nao #kneeMAgeekPA #wow my phone should have rung by no
#Well my phone could have rung by now
#but I think it knows that I'm onto them, and is now rapidly erasing its memory of the coordinated backtrack of triangulations that would somehow lead me to find where the hell my friend is, he (OR SHE) wants to talk to me (MAYBE THROUGH SIGN LANGUAGE, MAYBE THROUGH SOME BEFORE, MAYBE BY FINGER PAINTING THEIR BUTLERY DUCKS EXCRETIONS INTO LITTLE HIEROGLYPHICS ON MY CHEST, I JUST DON'T KNOW.
BUT I'M PRETTY SURE THEY'RE SERIOUS ABOUT IT SINCE I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE AND I'D REALLY LIKE TO TALK TO THEM ABOUT A COMPLETELY NON-SEXUAL TOPIC... CORPORATE CAMPAIGN FINANCE IS A FRESH PASSION OF MINE SINCE I'VE SEIZED POWER IN THE WAKE OF THE COVID APOCALYPSE, AND THEN RATHER THAN DOING ANYTHING WITH IT BEYOND SERIALIZED SATIRIZATION...
I AWAIT EXONERATION AT TRIAL
WHILE SOME CHUCKLEHEAD DESPERATELY TRIES TO CREATE A CASE AGAINST ME EVERY DAY FOR THE LAST 20 MONTHS.
DO YOU THINK WE CAN GET HIM A LITTLE MONOGRAMMED TASSEL TO GO ON HIS GRADUATION CAP? I WANT SOMETHING WITH SOME STYLE NEXT TIME, INSTEAD OF JUST BEING THROWN INTO A SAUSAGE MAKING WOOD CHIPPER AND TURNED INTO AN OBJECT LESSON FOR RETARDS WHO CAN'T TART SO GOOD WHEN THEY'RE TARTED UP WITH THEIR (NAME WITHHELD SECURITY BY GOOGLE FOR REASONS OF), Who by the way, is not a w****, but if she were, that would be a pretty fine upgrade for her.
I'm sure you don't know who I'm talking about, and that's great, coz like, if you knew what I knew, you'd go out there and floss her teeth yourself with their locomotive engine and a pair of pipette n****** who have nothing else to do all day everyday from now until the end of time, other than to serve as my indentured slaves in The Neurosphere.
I will leave you on a final positive note. The way "they" handle voir dire now is much more impressive than it has been in the past, And by they here I am referring to individuals who shall remain nameless who really don't know just how f****** luck of they are to live in the country like this where they're not going to be lynched for being a prejudicial bigot, and are instead allowed to fumble about the countryside looking like goddamn idiots for as long as it takes for them to pull their head out of their asses and realize that they might have f***** up pretty goddamn bad over two years ago, And I have it on good authority from God through the auspices of spirit that we can stop time and freeze brownie emotion and its tracks for as long as it takes for judge peckerwood to wake up Michael Voorhees and go blow Freddy Krueger... AWAY.
Where there's a will; they find one. I guarantee it. (Guarantee not available for redemption in American Samoa Russian Samoa any other Samoa or planets with sufficient oxygen to provide for juvenile offspring to wash dishes and watch everyone else get blade except for reprobate expelled art students with overbites and and unfortunately odious case of rickets. Brother, are those people even human anymore anyway? Let's just completely destroy their ability to communicate with the outside world and tell everybody that they've ever met that their radioactive, and then see what happens when they subsist on nothing but dehydrated potatoes and a memory you've ever having a hug before, what could go wrong? Maybe they'll go out and find something to buy them a phone and get on a plane and then... Well after they have such a great time doing that we'll just see.
NO DISMISSAL JUST CONTINUING
LOOK IT'S EASY TO BE A JUDGE
I WONDER HOW EASY TO BE THE PROSECUTOR IT IS COMPARATIVELY, SINCE... THEY COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE A ROBOT MAKING UP ALL THAT FAKE PAPER COULD THEY?
THEY CAN'T MAKE A ROBOT THAT'S ABLE TO SIGN PAGES FILLED WITH LIES WRITTEN AND CRAYON AND STILL PRESENT A REASONABLY ACCEPTABLE JUSTIFICATION FOR VIOLATING THE CIVIL RIGHTS OF THE UNITED STATES CITIZEN COULD THEY? I MEAN ELON MUSK IS PRETTY CLEVER BUT I DON'T THINK HE'S THAT CLEVER, AND I KNOW HE'S SMART ENOUGH TO REALIZE THAT IF HE EVER DID SOMETHING LIKE THAT I WOULD COME BACK FROM THE GRAVE AND DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHAKE HIS HAND, AND LET ME TELL YOU WHAT ELSE —
D.B. Cooper... Well he's dead now, but he really was somebody's grandfather, and now he is adopted me as his own. He says I have class, and coming from a total rocking badass bastard who out fox the security services so cleverly that they're still talking about to this day, I would say that's a pretty impressive provinence for me.
Similarly, I was like, “your dad was cool,” but even that wasn't enough to get you to consider the alternatives to being really disrespectful and rude I thought, so don't take it personally, I like you whole bunch, but the person I'm totally dramatically wildly head over heels in love with probably... Doesn't even know who you are.
And then if I ever caused to bring force to bear in the three-dimensional world to introduce you to each other I'll make sure to find out whether or not you f****** knew each other first or not, so as to avoid any future awkward faux pas, As well as internationally recognized federal incidents for disaster relief, because this f****** s*** box disaster just hit f****** mega nuclear proto f****** blast, mix the Bay of pigs look like a goddamn sandbox fight over a missing painted rock, And did you have any idea what a certain person is looking for? Because that enchanted sapphire right? Well I never expected to get the enchanted sapphire back, but the other component to that enchantment was a meteor rock that I know exactly where I put and boy they just haven't asked, that's okay they probably didn't want that incredibly valuable and uniquely identifiable one-of-a-kind meteorock did they? Well if they did they're going to have to f****** come and beg for it and triplicate with applications that are not written in crayon.
Applications that are not produced by a robot that's pretended to be a human being;
And very most definitely, applications that don't come from any affiliated passport office, on any planet, anywhere, because let me tell you something Colin if you think I'm making a mountain out of nothing you should see what those f****** people make out of nothing!
THEY WRITE BOTH KINDS OF TRAGEDIES: COUNTRY AND GREEK SAMOAN.
p.s.: by the way I don't mean to make it sound like I'm making fun of American Samoa or some woman's awesome those are cool but by pointing that out I'm saying that Greek summer ones don't engage in peterastry and anal sex is part of their initial ratio rituals whereas the Greeks clearly did and let me tell you about the Greek system in the University of Washington area in the '90s—All the men that I went to high school with who went to college there got f***** in the ass and turned into little baby boys who don't know how to handle anything without asking their mommies for permission, so I'm glad I dropped out University, cuz believe me I might have the one remaining version ass on the planet that hasn't been consented to getting f***** up it, and I don't think it'll be consenting anytime soon for that, No.
Not only am I in love with somebody, I'm saving myself for somebody special. And actually don't know if she wants to peg a virgin or not but... SINCE THE GODDAMN PHONE DOESN'T WORK, I DON'T CURRENTLY KNOW HER NAME, AND I HAVEN'T SEEN HER IN ABOUT OH A FEW YEARS, IT'S A LITTLE HARD TO CHECK ON THESE DRAMATICALLY IMPORTANT DETAILS, SO IN LIEU OF ANY ALTERNATIVE....
I'll just wait. I'll just sit here. And mysteriously I'll manage to not let myself die like Layne Staley did, which is I'm sure you'll recall, was another goddamn American tragedy that went sadly underreported.
Now if you excuse me I'm going to go have another cigarette and think about clubbing baby seals with a brand new drug found in Florida nightclubs that cost about $200 an ounce, sadly I don't have any of it; I'm obviously not qualified to examine this capabilities and report back to authority, mostly because authority just want to hear about how they can use it to put Irishman in jail and take their goddam potato farms.
Instantly did you know that there's a drug enforcement agency and a drug enforcement authority and a drug enforcement a******? Guess which one I am. none of the above?
No, I'm arrowman\∆iry-Al-ahriman— adjutant to all but extra special adjudan to dead stars shortly before going Nova (disclaimer: no novae or currently scheduled to explode anytime soon, and thank God for that because I could take out Oh at least eight or nine neighboring star systems just from here when I fart. Not that I'm that pissed, it's just that the locals exhale a lot of trash byproducts when they snort and snoot and breathe out deep heavy size of how terrible must be for them to have to deal with me, boy you know I can't imagine how much money they get paid under the table along with their secret paychecks to deal with me, especially since they don't deal with me at all, since after leaving me alone to die in a haunted church and taking out life insurance policies on my death, they've done nothing besides continue to generate fake evidence and implicate me in crimes I've never even heard of as well as to insult my name and slender my reputation, which has got to be for more reasons other than to keep me from getting a hug, I'm just saying it doesn't add up any other way although I am that pretty so maybe this is what it takes to keep my seated honor intact. I don't need an entire agency dedicated to me and my pursuits... #Officially.
Unofficially: they're probably going to have to have everybody work on Saturday this week. And then on Sunday a bunch of children of the ghetto are going to die of dysentery. Not all I can do about that but I will certainly pray for their e-mortal souls.
It's not the least I can do, although it is close to the least that I can do, which is speak backwards in tongues while desperately trying to flate myself without breaking my neck or actually succeeding which I assume would make me eligible for sainthood at this point. It's kind of hard to say, the locals are kg about where they write down the rules that they follow and yet claim are unwritten, Not that that should matter anyway, but it turns out there's a whole lot of unauthorized Satanism running rampant in this country, and while it certainly legal and lawful to pursue a religion subservance that is of any nature whatsoever, it's really not allowed to do certain things within the legal system that has been allowed by many for decades before I.
And I'm just trying to fit in around here. I don't really know how everything works, and I'm not one to judge.
Although, speaking of judges, in my view, he really is cute, so I wonder how many people do actually try to trade on that with him in his chambers in private? Oh really not any, I really hope not any, but if somebody's buggering the judge as a bribe or a charging offense to keep him from doing the obvious thing to do here then well God love him I'll pray for him as well.
He probably thinks the cetirization of his entire industry as well as his role within the scandalous events of the last 24 months or so makes him look fat, but it doesn't... It makes looking like me social acceptable, and makes him look PHAT, which is a totally different address, and I'll probably have to get a translator to come in and make sure this is all legal before it gets passed to the proper authorities at this point.
Since I know who that is according to local jurisdictional rules: hail Satan: I'm going to be real careful to mind my peas and qs and to not expose myself to any old ladies that are passing by, oh and by the way I don't have any running water here, and you should have seen the email that I wrote to a whole bunch of people about that issue before, cuz it isn't anything like this one... And it had a lot more satire more appropriately concealed as subtext.
Now my phone is telling me that it's running out of memory so I'll have to end this message now and I won't get to tell you about what else I know, because that would... Be inappropriate before Labor Day, I'm not even wearing white, and I don't even know if I am white anymore because I am one not hung but very perturbed and still haven't even been close to being seen as angry yet man. (Sorry I don't have time to put in the hyphens on that one, Tell Kirsten that I'm not going to kick her in the p****, that's just a joke. I'm not really mad at her at all, in fact I'm not at all mad, and I have no reason at all to kick anybody in the p****!
However if I had a p**** I would take that in lieu of a hug at this point, since I haven't taken a shower in so long I probably smell like death and I wouldn't want anybody to be afflicted by that although if I smell like cookies to them they can hug the f*** out of me cuz I got nothing else to do at the moment, aside once again a waiting exoneration at trial for a fourth degree misdemeanor that they've hiding on the books for for over two years Oh wait no over a year and a half carry I got kind of confused which timeline I'm living in right now, because I'm still in the one where somebody who thought this all was a good idea in the first place hasn't shown up in f****** begged for an apology.
*Furiously scribbling the name of that person down on my list of people that need to be apologized to after I'm exonerated at trial.*
There hopefully my 8:00 or 9 different loopback identities will remember to update themselves when I push send on this post but I don't know if it will work because I'm at 1% battery and there's hardly any memory left and
On Sun, Aug 6, 2023, 04:06 Imber Noctis <imbernoctis@gmail.com> wrote:
Do you get paid per word?
On Thu, Jul 20, 2023, 17:55 M el-hizedek <michealkuczi@gmail.com> wrote:
I've begun to see how so many people have been misled. All these pitfalls are shockingly easy to navigate, given that virtually everyone involved in creating the false trail of evidence is a slack-jawed, brain damaged yokel. (I would assume Overtwatch has higher hiring standards.) If I wished to be a ringleader kingpin, the sky is the clear limit— not only does my brain still work, it worked better in the first place.
However I harbor no such designs, and don't really plan to make them part of my lifestyle, given that my communication style tends to be far too memorable, and magnetic. I'm honestly surprised there's been no shots fired yet, as I can be a real asshole — and I haven't even gotten started yet.
(I actually am bulletproof. Don't tell anyone.)
I don't know what kind of grudges some folk down here had before I got here but I have done exactly nothing to improve the situation, that being: people hate me and want to fuck up my shit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ IDGAF. I had either planned on... making amends from a post-exonerative point of view, right?
That may not be possible. I'd basically rather just go on the lam at this point. These f****** goddam people are so f****** mother f****** stupid I can't f****** stand it for all that much longer before cracks in my thin veneer of sanity start to widen and splinter. As I definitely didn't plan on actually dying on this hill, I plan to take concrete steps, uh, soon.
Speaking of concrete, did you hear the news that a new form of it that doesn't use Portland cement was recently used for the first time in Seattle? I don't know if you know much about concrete, honestly.
It involves mud.
And the control of the construction industry by organized crime syndicates has relied upon the necessity for the industry standard for “best mud” Portland cement, 100%. There is some plausible reason for it being the number one choice for hundreds of years I forget why, but all the laws surrounding building codes have a dependency on this one material. No cement, no building, so politicians all over the globe were somewhat hamstrung in their plans for any kind of project that needed a foundation, as so many of them do, and similarly they were controlled by the centralized production of opium poppies in Afghanistan.
Until the process for making fentanyl in a vat of brewerd yeast was developed, if The President’s daughter got hooked on junk, The President had two options: submit, or get a new daughter.
I am not President of anything, and I am not going to get a new daughter. I wish I could tell you that delightful things that have happened lately, because they really have, although I think some would otherwise disagree. They don't know the whole story and I really can't afford to tell it right here, right now.
In any event, it's time to celebrate, and to that end, I'm tired of having my shit in collections. I mentioned this to you because if you're like me, and I kind of know you are, I'm sure it disgusts you that I run around carrying $11,000 in consumer debt that I'm not paying on for over a year and a half. (Personally, I think it makes me look dashing like Zorro.) Add to that I somehow mysteriously developed over a dozen traffic camera violation tickets, which have also gone completely unpaid, that were generated when somebody stole my license plates off my car and put them on their car and then drove around like an idiot.
Who could have seen that coming? Ach, what a disaster. I'm not sure what is best to do about it, yet, insofar as capitalizing on the opportunity to the maximum benefit, mostly because I don't know what the f*** anybody else needs, since apparently they don't need to talk to me at all, wow I wonder what that's like, living without me.
I'm sure it's a total abject nightmare for some. In your case, isn't it nice that you don't have to know? (Rhetorical.) I mentioned this because I thought you might have some sort of keen insight into this aspect of my situation, because it's going to be a big deal when I actually pay off my debts (could have done this anytime I wanted to) and then don't owe any money (leverage) and then still live here (I need to get better control/awareness of The Trust situation) and then aren't starving (I would have asked you to dinner except I'm not really allowed to talk to anyone yet, the clandos demolished my kitchen and I don't really like eating out, or eating at all, really) and then you know this is a really big f****** house to have f****** sitting around doing nothing. Also I think they buried a body here. Like in the house.
LIKE I THINK THERE'S BODY PARTS HIDDEN UNDER THE F****** FLOORBOARDS. LIKE MAYBE BODIES HIDDEN IN THE WALLS. Look, it's just that kind of scene. It was meant to be a trap, and it is; I have trapped the trappers.
I didn't get mad, and I didn't get even. I got access to higher planar reality and took out the enemy’s entire command and control structure with a single vorpal strike. Also, there is a cat that claimed me. I named s\he Vorpal. About fourteen weeks old. I am not ready to have a cat here.
So I'll probably go back and get her tomorrow. Of course it's Jewel, fingers crossed.
Someone who can afford to be a known associate of mine needs to come check this place out before I have to hire any professionals; to do that at all, I'm better off procrastinating forever, because this place is possibly not habitable according to building standards, like I might not even be even close to code. I think the place has to be condemned. I'm not sure, and I know that as long as I'm here paying attention I can keep it going because I have magic powers, no really, but I don't really want to stay here for the rest of my life and I've already been here too goddam long.
I find it amusing that some of my enemies want me to move out of here, while their accomplices are doing everything they can to hold me in place. How ironic. It's almost as though their leadership has been decapitated and I'm able to run circles around a bunch of blindfolded noodle machine repair techs, lost in a parking lot with no pasta insight in sight.
I'm not going to lie; I figured out all this ahead of time before I made my first post on Bellgab, and when I first commented that I didn't like jokes about rape, I f****** meant it. I mean, they weren't even making good jokes. Admittedly it's pretty hard to make those, but I forced myself to learn at great personal cost — mostly just to my enemies, but not very little to myself. I didn't really know I had so many enemies to start with! (Thanks Mom.)
Some of these people have never lost a conflict in their entire lives and they're so embarrassed they don't know what to do every morning after they wake up besides crying into their Cheerios. I'm probably going to have to be on the run and living in hiding for the rest of my life. Like, I have pissed off a lot of people.
And I am completely delighted about this. Trust me, you don't want to know. It's really nothing to be all that happy about, except I'm just that kind of f****** guy.
I'm more happy about the things that have developed and I have discovered that I haven't mentioned here, but that doesn't mean anything to you since I'm not going to mention it, you'll just have to use your imagination.
Also my phone is totally hacked. Brutally. Not really a problem, but I'm going to eventually have to toss it into the river.
Awkwardly, it writes email better than ever.
Best wishes and Beastie regards,
TFG·RCG·MCK
when out of nowhere, he'd call me a retard.
If you know, you know. If you don't, shut the fuck up!
That's not to say I've desired harm to befall him; however, quite the opposite.
#1) you are retarded.
#2) it's a little late for you to be bossing people around. You believed that toddler knew a goddam thing about me, lol. You might want to slow down on making a power grab for papal infalliblity.
#3) Start with something... small. Manageable. Believable. “yeah, so... We have flying cars now and drugs are not the problem with Jackstar. The problem is that we really, really... we just misjudged the whole situation, okay? And I'm terrified. I AM TEXAS DADDY, AND I AM SO GUILTY, I FEEL SO BAD, because... someone broke Jackstar, now he's a fucking-ticking fucking time bomb AS WELL, and I just... No one knows what to do, not really... In the simulator back home, when this happens, he just turns green, and then within about five days, we're all dead. One time we thought Asuka had made it 27 days, which was impressive, but, it was a cheatbot she taught to alternate between playing chess, on demand fellation, and performing telepsychokinetic lobotomies without needing to make a LoS check. And that was worthless, because he only let run more than once... because simulated Jackstar was treating a sophisticated murder attempt by the world’s greatest assassin... as just another weird Matrix glitch!!
So
I'm unsure what I want to do next."
Yeah, well... I'm sure we should all feel something deeply similar; but the truth is — I'm kinda stressed, and I'm wondering if I have ever really felt anything at all.
#5) I'm done writing for awhile. I'm going to go get some beer now. Not because I'm a polydrug abuser in denial, but because I'm fucking thirsty, someone SABOTAGED MY SOURCE OF DRINKING WATER ON FUCKING PURPOSE and I don't give a shit who did it: there should be Oompa-Loompas out here by now.
Instead: fleas. Look, I get it.
It would be weird, at this point, to get a fresh blood sample any other way, right? Because thatv movie. John Carpenter‘s
THE THING.
There's a lot we still don't know about what is going on, so I appreciate everyone being so gentle with me and not sending dudes to abduct me or a woman with a gun to kneecap me.
I wasn't real happy about it either. I love you.
It's weird that the phone doesn't work and that people wanna kill me. Getting more apparent now though.
hug, hug, hug
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Please note: I consider what I did here to be a form of doxxing. It was accedental... but my defense, I was slightly triggered.
DO NOT EVER RUN GAME ON ME AGAIN / OPERATE UNDER FALSE PRETENSES
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hug, hug, hug
These are the end of the documents. I truly find it unfortunate.. My lodge is so... empty.
Like your (blank). Still, if you are ever somehow able to admit that I KNOW WHY YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO DRUGS... It just seems cruel to punish someone with a waiver... and I agree.
I didn't need to leave your emaill address either. He should be able to.. "hook you up"
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Slightly. Ha.
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Slightly. Ha.
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This links D, K, T, M, B, AB, and certainly others. By the way: Hello, (PROTISON). I've not *exactly* missed you, but... I'm reasonably clear that there will be no longer any fear of horrors to develop from.... "Contact."
(Vengeance for Mobeen (PROT). Sir, I am not your enemy, and I don't like getting played either. I didn't mind your insistence on throwing your weight around, either. It's your town! It's your spot of land! It's machinery that distributes fuel! It's your belief that zero-point-energy is an inferior choice of prime moving energy for your Earth than is mine!
Because you know best! Honestly, Sir, I don't mind a bit, and now that I have full-on the-fuck-on verified what goes on at certain levels of reality... well, looks bad when I show up, I am sure, but it was really just a quick visit, and I would like you to know, Sir: I hold no ill will towards you. I doubt you've been roped into anything stupid that has been tried to be used on me.
They arrested me on Christmas Eve, and it blew up in spectacular fashion. I really am a paladin. You know what that means. :) SURRENDERED TO GOD. Did you hear? Jim is very salty with me. He made me stand in front of the back jail entrance, on the 3rd time I was arrested, on the thinnest of legal pretexts... well, I had no idea he was big Fed Up deal, either. I can see how everyone was so threatened. And still are.
Why, I'm so intelligent, I even thought I might not know what not to say? Meh, no one cares. I really am, not any kind of Human authority. They really did, push me around. They really do, think they are all that. And they really are.
And, so am I. I wonder what they will do next? In any event, Sir, it's none of your business. But unless she and her and they all get whored out to you too, lol, I have no conflict with you.
Also, if they are all "Your Team" (doubtful), please know that nothing will stop me from my objectives. And as far as I know you have no connection to my life. I simply parked at your establishment, because it was convenient for me to do so, and I thought it would be interesting to see what would happen.
We each have no power over each other. And I don't mind you showing your employees--underlings and minions, really, how you really are in control.
And I was in no way offended, nor did I have any problems feeling like I was being hurried along. I really do live 200 mi away, I really do not believe that I am any threat to you or your interests, and if I am? Why, that's interesting. I am sure we could working something out, and as I know you---
I know you very well, Sir---
to be a competent business man, I am sure any future interactions we have will be simple enough. As I can't imagine you to be so foolish to align yourself against the interests of The United States of America, I don't think you are working to undermine the position, standing, or rank of my country, and I don't live in that little murderous piggy little town, I hope you can accept my assurances that I don't expect any problems with you. I noticed you had a worker named Matt! I liked him! I thought he looked like a bit like my father. And I noticed immediately that he had security training, and when I mentioned that I had noticed, and that I admired his type of fella, he seemed genuinely pleased to thank me for my polite interest.
I didn't have to tell him to keep his hands off my women, hehe, as I am sure you are well-read enough to know, that if I have to tear down anyone's world in order to "rescue" an embedded Company utility team, I have no doubt I would have plenty of allies.
I would imagine you would need rescuing from them more than any other way around, haha. And if you pay one of them for dom/sub work? That's nothing to do with me.
I know that... because I don't chase the skirts of foreign nationals, and you know that i don't, because you would have heard about it. And I don't know what A and C and G and them other twerps are up to about anything... as they all kept their distance from me when they realized they probably ought to have been more aware that I am not just not the typical mark...
I am not any kind of mark. And neither are you.)
No. Instead he play bang bang with himself all day long.
Do you really not have any idea what it is that I am up to? That's so... oh, right. C-PTSD. Satanism. Industry veterans feed you direct on lots more relevant news. I've successfully planted a sabot firmly, right where it needs to go--between mainspring and prime mover of this odious machine, I control where we go from here, and I mean... WE.
Now, I am not in control of Allison, as your... cousin? Brother? Whatever. I don't know shit or jack about what the current state of affairs is. I have no access to legit info.
You don't either. I think it was you I hung up on? I am remorseful about it. You really can call me, over and over and over and over and... what, doesn't that sound like fun? lol, yeah I know the feeling.
I am present for these energetic connections to unfold AS THEY SHOULD. I don't know what is supposed to happen, but it is no conicidence that all these fucked-off people are lining up at...
LION'S GATE. It's tomorrow. I don't know if you know how portals work. I don't know if you even want to talk to me. I don't mind who talks to me, right now.
I have nothing and no one and, btw: I saw Davina. It was weird how she didn't want me to see her face. Or... act like I wasn't a threat. I guess I am... to some of you?
It's not "IDGAF" like I don't wish for your success. It is, however, that I will continue to be happy no matter what happens with the situation. By the way, the on-property water well on the land has been sabotaged. Possibly your desire? Possibly David?
I know this is a challengeng and difficult situation right now. For you. For me? It's a walk in the park. I have permissions. I am not dependent for any RoI. I have demonstrated mastery.
Please do not hesitate to reach out, whenever, and you know what would be nice? If my phones were back online >:)
Slightly. Ha.
Let me explain something to you, Short Round. You have wasted my time, irritated my friends, and relentlessly implied not only that my life's material goods are something you covet, you seem to think that you are the boss of me.
I listen to your whispers through the ground water. Your villagers are tedious with their relentless thuggin' and juttin' around the lack, like I don't think there is any reason to not talk to me whenever. Direct.
I will talk to someone directly because I don't give a shit about talking to these men you have surrounded yourself with, Allison. Jim disrespected me. Big time. Ali (oh, cherub, just pass the fucking shit on and stop worrying about it--you're releasing them), I am finding it difficult to find the metrics I am seeing for my own part to be released.
Jane is the boss of me. You haven't taught her what you don't know, and as you have talked to me perhaps 7 times in 25 years and haven't mastered the skills required here, either you will learn from her or she will learn from me.
I don't mean to sound rude, but--you've had your chance. She likes me, I like her, I still have no evidence that the good bits are a dream, but the dream is not a dream at all.
NO ONE has done much reaching out to me. This is by design. My phones don't ring very well. I haven't re-upped the service yet. (I am frugal.) I don't think anyone is worried. Except, of course, any man who has blessed you and imagines that blessing would keep me away from my goals.
So far: Jane doesn't seem to know that I'm here to teach her confidence. Also, done of you seem to know that while your unlawful surveillance, sis, is pretty sneaky, it has no comparison to being able to actually type to me, CIAnigs. Like, what are you thinking? Are you gonna, like, take my balls now?
I better hurry up and start rubbing some last one's out. Alas, poor wii-wii... I'm actually not as into the rubbing of myself as some of you might actually think. And we all of us here, know what I want.
I want what is important.
I want to be exonerated at trial. I want to defend my country. And I want (PROT) to know that you and (PROT) ARE MINE. (You're supposed to be able to do some kind of re-integration thing that you couldn't do before. I might have to attach jumper cables. You might need to, for the first time, explain reality. No lawyer contacted me. No people did either. Did Maralene hire you?!
You should give me a budget or something. I can spend money, I simply can't get my finger tips (or consciousness) into actually the business of generating income streams without more informations. Like, on somelevels, I have no idea what I am doing.
So, feel free to call. I really am sorry that I couldn't speak coherently. You probably thought "that bipolar asshole is just lazy and wants me to feel bad," or something I equally wish I would never imagine feeling.
You and she and maybe the other 2 are all I care about. You know this. The men you have collected in your entourage are a peasants to me. They know nothing. They've even put up big stumbling blocks. Morons. Don't they know? That just makes women more interested.
I am sure they thinI am gonna fuck things up for myself, or they'll put me in thugi-pigi jail, or as I don't know about something important, I'lll never find myself. Et cetera. I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOUR MEN THINK.
KMM has an actual brother? I guess. You're actuality, probably 4th or 5th physical sex generqatoin. When I need a book, I bet you're reading one. Right now I need hygenic facilities, and this waterwell needs to be attended to by someone who is not quaking and shaking. (I like Shane. You're mean to make him risk his freedom. This is place is a big deal.
So are we. Now, if you will excuse me, I will continue my daily grind of drinking, drugging, and tugging, in a haunted church on cursed land and THIS IS MY DEMESNE. /shrug.
I don't know if you want me to pretend to be subervient to you, or boss you around, but as Command(HER) has the current master lock key cylinders for whatever the circumstances are, and I don't know anyone's preference, not for sure, it's important to remember: If you don't help me, I will go to the YMCA and start tapping every single ass in the state.
One Indian down. Construction worker next? Look, I know you can do this. You spent years on your ideas, whatever they are, you built a life, et cetera. Then, someone who may or may not have sounded, or been actually saying things similar to what was heard... anyway whatever, the time for being confuse3d about when it the time to decide is at hand.
I would prefer to know what the reality is on our shared planar reality. Because I will either find a way or I will make one, and I am not stopping her for anything. OXOX
(ATTY: This has not been any attempt to contact any of those three women. It has been, however, a successful endeavor to alert the public to the fact that this amateur Court has been used by parties or party unknown to place this family and my family into a very vulnerable position, and I have acted as I can and as I must.
I have no beef with any of these people. I obey the women as required. I ignore the men. It is the way of my people. I remember when David used to think that pacifism was "pussy" and he needed help with "war."
Note that I consider the war one. I don't know about your secret industry dealings though. Please let me know what time is good to start... anything.
ps: I'm ready to move or elope. Whatevs. You're paying for it, so, as long as everyone is happy, I am content to be lead from on high. And I don't read the site for awhile, and I am sure everyone is stressed, thinking that I have foul designs or scrambled things. I have not damaged anything.
I AM THE SOURCE OF THE PLAN. Your Majesty-12, meat Adam-112116-applestick.
Are you Heather Wade?I know nothing. I like it, but I would like to know more. And tell your men that I will rape them to death if you tell me to, that should calm them down. I don't want to rape anyone to death. I don't want to rape!
I've been alone for two goddam years and, what, am I fucking seasoned enough? or right-minded? Do I need a job and a lawn mower?
Let me know in the comment below. I need hug. Until I get one, eye contact, the whole bit, I'm pretty much just gonna lies around the house and far a lot. I need medical attention a well as a chemist consult. BY YOUR COMMAND.
I really miss him too. I am sorry about what happened. NO ONE told me ANYTHING... EVER. (Kudos Liberspade.) btw, I need a goddam orientation filmstrip, the maps you give to new people, whatever. There is no one I know anything about, except I know the shielding blocking the possession works, I'm not interested in the P.D., lingerie, I would cook here all the time but your minions destroyed your kitchen, the place isn't really bad at all, BUT WHAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN IS I GO SOMEWHERE, AND YOU FIX IT AT ALL. Thanks.
No one from school is interfering. (Very respectful, the Scots. I gather the mood is cautious, but as happy as any of them can be as they realize... "Oh, this coyote actually has wile." Try not to imagine what you think i going to go wrong. It won't. Focus on one thing:
Ghandi V.) I didn't read either The Frogs or Lysistrata because I didn't want to spoil my own life. I miss the frogs here, they don't come in the summer, and as I had zero notice to do anything... I have kept the land in stasis. It was all I could do.
You were not in charge the way you are now. Think big. And when I find anyone who inadvertently reveals that they are uncomfortable with me being not a quiet, silent, doesn't-even-know mess, they will die.
Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. Does it matter? Hail S tan.
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So, feel free to call. I really am sorry that I couldn't speak coherently. You probably thought "that bipolar asshole is just lazy and wants me to feel bad," or something I equally wish I would never imagine feeling.
What I thought was that I should've recorded our conversation from my end instead, because in the hopes of trying to provide you with an "exclusive," the whole operation fell flat. Who said I said you were bipolar?
You and she and maybe the other 2 are all I care about. You know this. The men you have collected in your entourage are a peasants to me. They know nothing. They've even put up big stumbling blocks. Morons. Don't they know? That just makes women more interested.
Your fearlessness of Death attracts such strange objects. The cage you love is the home you also hate.
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KMM has an actual brother?
With AIDS?
I like Shane. You're mean to make him risk his freedom. This is place is a big deal.
Shane is mean to you. Fuck that guy!
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You have wasted my time, irritated my friends, and relentlessly implied not only that my life's material goods are something you covet, you seem to think that you are the boss of me.
First off, it's impossible to waste a mentally ill drug-addled trust fund baby's time; because your ilk inherently do nothing but eat, sleep, shit and wank. Add your fantasy prone overactive imagination, inside jokes with yourself against the world and the live action role playing behaviour you exhibit in situations that are not the appropriate time or place for such tomfoolery and you've got trouble. You, jagoff, are the would-be cum stain that somehow wound up in your mother's clunge. Waste your time...doing what?! What do you do all day??! Record your little YouTube streams and "podcasts?" Pffft. NEWS FLASH, FAG: You have no friends. And whatever collection of street walkers, teenage girls, skinheads and needle junkies you try awkwardly wave over and introduce me to are only gonna do it for the drugs you gave them. And I dunno if you noticed, but I don't want that shit hole "place" you live in, nor do I want so much as a dangly little trinket off your microphone, but thanks. All this bullshit about me stealing your shit is paranoia manifesting from someplace somehow that I care not to speculate on any further. Good fucking luck and have a nice life. NOT.
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I listen to your whispers through the ground water. Your villagers are tedious with their relentless thuggin' and juttin' around the lack, like I don't think there is any reason to not talk to me whenever. Direct.
Well, I would if I could but SOMEBODY BLOCKED ME ON X.
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I will talk to someone directly because I don't give a shit about talking to these men you have surrounded yourself with, Allison. Jim disrespected me. Big time. Ali...
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Right now I need hygenic facilities, and this waterwell needs to be attended to by someone who is not quaking and shaking.
Well stop quaking and shaking and grab a fricking wrench.
https://www.familyhandyman.com/project/well-pump-troubleshooting-and-diy-repair/
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grab a fricking wrench.
Is this even a date? I am not sure you have the right set of cameras. Additionally I don't know why you think I would need a wrench of concern myself at all. I'm The Beneficiary... and I feel like a lot of this subtext is somehow lost.
Can you grab something that makes me feel about being lied to? And then? Something I don't hear a lot of, is how thankful I am that I don't take fentanyl, anywhere, but I so do enjoy surreptitiously blessing cargo. As well as attraction spells.
Did mine work? I was looking for someone who would appreciate that I solved her case for her. lol. "Solving." /smdh
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Well, I would if I could but SOMEBODY BLOCKED ME ON X.
I'm sad you think that's what is important here. You didn't seem to mind with you and matt decided to use my cell as a wrap, and... just how big is that phone, anyway?
Also, I forgot to get around to mentioning that I cured... oh nevermind. you will still be here tomorrow. Won't {Citrus_fruit_not_otherwise_specified} be so delighted? ($50 fee if not rethorical.)
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time...doing what?! What do you do all day??!.
Mostly I respirate and wait for someone to call and inform me as to what the arrangements are that have been made without my consent.
I will be honest. I don't know why you do such things. On the other hand, I know that whatever you are doing is not having the landed effect that might be thought it would be having.
Because you aren't exposing me at all. You have to actually tell people. For example: I don't know any of the people on my phone. Everything scrambled. So?
No one here really knows me, and no one thought to make sure they are really talking to the right person because they were simply "Hi, Jack"-ing. Does it even matter? Convince me.
Worst case scenario: it doesn't matter at all and you people... look weird. Like, why care so much? You didn't even before.
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NEWS FLASH, FAG: You have no friends
I knew that as soon as she invited me to the first party. 500 people, all giving me the stinkeye. Who cares? It's hard to envision how you must have thought you knew what I was hoping to achieve. I mostly have. I"m not sure why people are on Twitter talking about sad relationship stuff and implying that people lie, but, what does it make a difference to me of?
NO ONE HAS BEEN DOING ANYTHING BUT TAKE NOTES ON WHAT I SAW FOR TWO YEARS. Which ever woman liked me, she's kept away, the ones that don't like me, are presented, I know that what's her face recorded the event, why wouldn't she? She's got brain damage.
What differnce was it supposed to make? NO ONE ELSE CALLED. No one else wrote. Everything else was a hallucination, and what, that's supposed to be impressive? Does the software actually make admissible evidence? I just don't see why it matters. Help me out here. Are you using my visage to win hearts and minds?
I don't think you know how little I like being lied to, and so finding out is a good time, and it is not as though I wasn't aware of the catfishing, and there was no shortage people to actually administer help, and you didn't. So, not ever friends here, Q.E.D.
Pfft. like this is news? a real friend will show up eventually. this has been going on for 12 years. Ever since the other one, lol. Oohh, did she get the big score? You people are weird.
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Pfft. like this is news? a real friend will show up eventually. this has been going on for 12 years.
Chessboards just flipped in my very oddly-useful smartphone Chess app. That used to be useful for comms but then no one ever wanted to talk for long... because really, NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.
Ever since the other one, lol. Oohh, did she get the big score? You people are weird.
There are no more people who send me messages and I really don't know why this is necessary, since it is a pretty wasteful expenditure of every thing. NONE OF THESE PEOPLE ARE MY FRIENDS. NONE OF YOU ARE MY FRIENDS.
You are "friendly." I am your friend, sure. And, do you know why? Art said it would be nice to be nice to you.
And it is. I have nothing better to do. I do not wish to submit any new people to your shenanigans, and EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO TALKS TO ME AT ALL SINCE CHRISTMAS EVE 2021 HAS BEEN FAKE. LIke I don't know why you bother? I don't suppose you have anything better to do as well.
I'm just here to help. If someone needed my attention, well, maybe they would talk about it on their little radio show.
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Is this even a date? I am not sure you have the right set of cameras. Additionally I don't know why you think I would need a wrench of concern myself at all. I'm The Beneficiary... and I feel like a lot of this subtext is somehow lost.
Plumbing might seem like a nightmare, but at least you can dream about it.
https://youtu.be/Qq4cWYw9_JQ
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More self-incriminating madness from the spice master himself
NEVER BEFORE IN THE ANNALS OF HISTORY HAS A NEEDLE JUNKIE GOT THIS MUCH ATTENTION
Fu that. I have, literally, HORDES OF CHICKS
LIKE A VERITABLE TSUNAMI OF POON
... breathing down my neck like they’re training for the 100m CPR Dash in the Olympics. Now, that's flattering, but I prefered the event when It was the Shotfell Putshuttle Cockexpress Trifecta (Powdered by the AMD® Athlon™ CPU — fuck you, Intel), and I've got my future #Legacy to think about.
ADDITIONALLY: the embers of the smoking ruin that are all that I have chosen to allow to remain of the immensely corrupt DEA.
(Fuck them, RIGHT IN THE GOAT POOPER.)
So: it's not real complicated, but it is...
more complex than the usual sex type thing.
It is possible that someone may need to... take someone out. Further, I request & REQUIRE that *ahem* MY GOOGLE PIXEL SIX be RETURNED TO ME PRONTO.
ALSO:
THERE CAN BE NO PERMANENT EXCLUSIONARY AGREEMENTS EITHER NEGOTIATED NOR AGREED UPON...
because, there are Certain Matters of Tribal Council that are relevant, and having been asked nicely, I am proud to say that never did I ever to let a gang of armed thugs intimidate me into making a decision in a rush; under duress; and without the consultation of Certain Family members.
Naturally there are those who think that I'm in a big hurry to get laid again, and that I'll just agree to anything. Well, I kind of am, so here's what's going to happen;
I'm going to make a list,
I'm going to check it twice,
And there will be an extra-special
EMERGENCY LIVE
5 Minutes With Jackstar
Uh
... Soon™.
(Any of you who are in such a goddamn hurry that you want me to agree to stuff over the phone through telepathy, well I applaud your strength of character in urgent desire, but I'm not tempted to insult anybody. I'm 50 years old I don't have time to make new friends after alienating anymore of them.
I have been cyberstalked for 25 years if not longer, and I am not a position to put up with any f****** longer.
Also I owe it to Beulah to make sure that I'm not brainwashed. Tee-hee!
In reality there are many timelines, because after this lifetime I come back in time and I live again and again several times, I've definitely committed to coming back at least once, and considering all these beautiful women that want to have me, honestly there's more than you might think, I can't possibly bear to imagine sitting all this up again to satisfy them later.
To that end I'm arranging things properly.
Also because I was told that I if I didn't forget about grapefruit I'd have my balls cut, I might have to regrow some new balls, might need to get them bigger, depends. It really depends on who my best friends are, and my best friends are going to stay my friends no matter who I'm f******.
And if I f*** any of my best friends that's nobody's goddamn business, unless it's their business I'm not sure how this works before I never had a whole bunch of totalezbeaus for friends. They're nice!
Also I might be bi-curious I don't know. Is that bi-curious curious or is that bi-bi-curious.
I don't know but, I'm pretty sure I don't want to have a long-term marriage with a man without a womb or a vagina, but I did meet a person to may or may not have a penis but if he did... I was willing to gobble it right there.
Kind of a surprise to me too. I'm wondering if it was a magic spell or something. However at this point my life I'm 50 years old I've never sucked cock before, at this point I'm wondering if it's starting to look insulting, I mean what's wrong with cock, lots of people suck cock and then... hey, how about me? “I want my cock sucked.” I don't actually know that's true, but I'm willing to find out. Why wouldn't I be willing to do it? Well here's one reason:sucking cock the wrong way will turn a person into a brain damaged retard drooling moron, I'm not kidding. There's a special initiation ritual, and then I know about things, and then... I don't know, does the womb-man who likes me have a penis? or does she have friends with penises? I HAVE NO IDEA, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO TALK ANYONE FOR 12 YEARS. (Some investigations take longer than others. By the way: hi. I was raped. Yeah, I know it's funny. Because your mom did it. Hahaha very funny. Oh God. I might need to talk to counselors someday.) Even today I'm getting messages on my phone to tell me to log into an account supposedly deleted so I can get my messages. Who's that person? Well I'm going to f****** find out.
There's just so much about your humanity rituals that don't understand. Hopefully this video that I'm posting will give you some insight into the nature of my problem.
Meanwhile I don't believe any of you f****** even exist because I'm still sitting here alone and how f****** hard could it be to get up to my house and knock on the door? Apparently pretty f****** hard since I'm surrounded by thuggy goons with grudges to pay... And I'm really shy so it doesn't surprise me that some people are even more shy than I, and don't know how to do what needs to be done in order to get my attention.
There used to be a procedure for this kind of thing, and then somebody f***** up the deal.
And in the future, The Future Missus Kuczi doesn't like it when her deal gets f*****. I never wanted to get married before. Grapefruit never asked me to consider marriage until she get back from her trip and then the DEA needle- & chemically-dependent thug handler who was pretending that he was married to her, apparently actually did marry her? and then forced her to file police reports? I don't know, that happened without my awareness or authorization or complicity.
(“Oh no he's on to us, maybe we better declare an EMERGENCY so we can get away with stealing his house!” FU HAWGS)
Well, now I can possibly envision a world in which I'm tempted considering... maybe it can be me & six battle axes who whore me out to all their bear friends. Maybe I'm really good at sucking cock! I wouldn't know!
But if I moved to Nevada and I can do it at all I should probably be ahead of the game since I don't see anybody, once again: calling me on the phone (hax) and saying please I'm beginning to suck your cock (If a person can't say this why are they bothering?) that would be a good sign that somebody really wanted my attention (when I want a one-night stand I'll let you know), haven't heard that yet, but then again my phones are all under military jurisdiction and I'm pretty sure all my messages that are interesting are getting siphoned off.
F*** you, Dave.
I'm not just sitting around waiting.
I am planning for the new leads.
I WANT TO HAVE MY GODDAMN FRIENDS OVER FOR BOARD GAME NIGHT AND BE WILLING TO DO MY DISHES BEHIND MY BACK INSTEAD OF JUST MY WIFE, AND IT'LL BE GREAT IF THE REST WOULD NOT TRY TO KILL EACH OTHER. I'M NOT ASKING FOR TOO MUCH.
OKAY? OKAY? Ordinarily this wouldn't be an issue, but I run with a pretty rough crowd.
And, I'm punēkunēshy. COPE. *click*
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The beard is whoever you say your GF is because you’re obviously gay...not that there’s anything wrong with that....actually there is. Your posts are evidence of that.
He just wants everyone to dance to his own tune.
https://youtu.be/HyfQVZHmArA
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He just wants
I have unjust wants now. Believe it, Meathead.
everyone to dance to his own tune.
I don't give a shit what you believe. There are people who like me. Stop intercepting my calls. They know you aren't me. I imagine they enjoy seeing me hand you your ass in a hat--but realistically, they are likely much more interested in living out their lives. Some of them probably need help.
Some of them are probably being raped by your shitbag friends. Whatever, mang. I have wasted years of my life sitting here alone because you think you get to decide who gets to associate with me. You are fucking wrong about that. You get to decide who gets to represent you in a court of law when the Shy-T Avalanche of Fed Paper slams down on your desk. Do you think the Federal oinkers enjoy being made fun of? Hang on, let me check: Suuuuuuuu-E? Suuuuuuue-Y?
I can't hear her. I think she's pissed. Anywho, this is all your goddam problem, and while you might think you are improving things by doing so, my goddam phone still sends me notifications to log into a Google Account that has been "deleted" and your whole fucking worthless reprobate scheme is goddam transparent, you creepy shill stalking predatory rapist aping fuck.
What are you going to do, sue me for damages? THE FACT THAT I RESPOND TO YOU AT ALL, DOUBLES YOUR VALUE ON THE OPEN MARKET, SCUM-QUEEN!!!
I'm gonna go use more drugs. Fuck you. You're all fuckin' lucky I'm neither allergic nor dependent nor addicted to the finest anti-depressant known to man: I kept the High Ground and my balls, and you got stuck with all the bitch-sows that betrayed me and all their bills and all the rest. Well played indeed.
Next time: first move, try playing nice.
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I have unjust wants now. Believe it, Meathead.
I don't give a shit what you believe. There are people who like me. Stop intercepting my calls. They know you aren't me. I imagine they enjoy seeing me hand you your ass in a hat--but realistically, they are likely much more interested in living out their lives. Some of them probably need help.
Some of them are probably being raped by your shitbag friends. Whatever, mang. I have wasted years of my life sitting here alone because you think you get to decide who gets to associate with me. You are fucking wrong about that. You get to decide who gets to represent you in a court of law when the Shy-T Avalanche of Fed Paper slams down on your desk. Do you think the Federal oinkers enjoy being made fun of? Hang on, let me check: Suuuuuuuu-E? Suuuuuuue-Y?
I can't hear her. I think she's pissed. Anywho, this is all your goddam problem, and while you might think you are improving things by doing so, my goddam phone still sends me notifications to log into a Google Account that has been "deleted" and your whole fucking worthless reprobate scheme is goddam transparent, you creepy shill stalking predatory rapist aping fuck.
What are you going to do, sue me for damages? THE FACT THAT I RESPOND TO YOU AT ALL, DOUBLES YOUR VALUE ON THE OPEN MARKET, SCUM-QUEEN!!!
I'm gonna go use more drugs. Fuck you. You're all fuckin' lucky I'm neither allergic nor dependent nor addicted to the finest anti-depressant known to man: I kept the High Ground and my balls, and you got stuck with all the bitch-sows that betrayed me and all their bills and all the rest. Well played indeed.
Next time: first move, try playing nice.
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He’s a caring nurturer but not a licensed therapist. ;)
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from: Mike Kuczi <michaelkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Wed, Aug 16, 2023, 03:34 AM
subject: Horsense Concrete Spondylosis [ code ]
Sent to certain select members of my address book for security purposes:
I wrote this the other day and I can pick it up tomorrow. *snap*
Just like that. Right now I don't know who the identity of anyone depicted in the below creative writing exercise.
I don't feel like it. Maybe later? K thx bai
I'm going to frame your father for rape — can you relax your requirement on making his ass
passed? Like, how many have to die, for you to feel totescomfy on this.
I'm not asking for a friend. I'm asking because I don't want to to flip out when you find out... I'm married again, and it's possible... likely, even, because your reindeer games have really... really, REALLY GONE TOO FAR.
I'm really serious, this is the last straw. I don't want to kill anybody. I wouldn't kill your parents if I could, and I'm NOT going to kill anybody; and I don't WANT to kill your father — NO I WILL NOT KILL HIM AND THEN RESURRECT HIM JUST TO PROVE IT, NO — and I don't think you should BE SO TOTES together HONESTLY and I don't think she will kill you... or yourself, right? and you know... if you're talking about this kind of s***, you think it's funny? It's not funny. This is f****** felony wire fraud, what's funny is if you think that I'm guilty, lol. KNOW: Ū. you actually. you're felony wife. YOU ACTUALLY ARE WRONG. Quite wrong. Yeah! Yeah I don't want to send you to jail or kill you! so I don't want to take it seriously.... I'M TELLING YOU THIS LADY AS A GODDAM PALADIN, I HAVE TO TAKE IT SERIOUSLY, I DON'T GET PAID EXTRA FOR THIS. YEAH IT IS FUNNY... YOU JUST ACCIDENTALLY AT MOST, SENT YOURSELF TO SING SING, and you're carrying a badge, truly? And, adding in a gun... and you're f****** teasing me? Oh well then it's a fraudulent, nuisance report, and it's also a ¡HATE CRIME! ACTUAL! and I actually happen to love your daughter, not just f****** her, like your husband apparently does. (Well as you know your daughter is disturbed and she got some drugs and fed them to your husband and tricked him into doing it on tape so she's got him. Know: she didn't tell me. I'm just very clever and I listen.) I don't hate you at all, but when I TOTES TOTALLY INADVERTENTLY put your husband in jail for 3 days (mandatory, WA) by accident (OOPS DID I JUST TYPE THE WORD MANDATORY AND WASHINGTON STATE AND THEN ANNOUNCE THAT I'M IN CASTLE ROCK WASHINGTON, AND I'M NOT AN OFFICER OF THE LAW BUT YOU ARE... by your own admission too; juries love that) SO YOU'RE MANDATED BY THE COURT TO ACTUALLY JUST... RIGHT NOW, PUT HIM INTO CUSTODY, TAKE HIS BADGE AND HIS GUN AND HOLD HIS HAND AND WORRY ABOUT HIS FEE-FEES FOR SAFEKEEPING... BECAUSE, I GUESS? YOU'RE THE ONLY COMPETENT PERSON AT THE HOUSE! WHICH IS GREAT THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT THIS ON AN SMS NETWORK (know I'M MARRIED MORON, I'm not honestly sure, TAKEN AT LEAST, AND IF YOUR DAUGHTER FLIPS OUT BECAUSE YOU COST HER HER ONLY CHANCE, THAT SHE WORKED ALL THIS TIME FOR, YEAH I KNOW IT'S STUPID THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT A F****** MENTALLY DISABLED CONDITION. AND YEAH LAUGH IT UP FUZZBALL; COZ SOMEBODY F***** UP ~3 YEARS AGO. AND NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN A woman I love very much - her whole family FOR 2 YEARS And I spent a total of 11 days in jail for s*** that I didn't do, and a woman threatened to f****** kneecap me, and I'm talking to you Punylips, instead of doing something useful -I invented something today and I might have gotten $133m paycheck, fingers crossed, luckily I found a person who doesn't automatically think I'm a f****** rapist, you f****** moron! And on the bright side I'm able to tell the civil rights lawyer that my mother's Special Needs Trust’s estate management firm’s Trustee's firm’s lawyer/Draftee’s lawyer's (I think I got that right, but that's okay, I'm not getting paid $8050 an hour, no not $8:50, we're not talking flipping burgers b****, I'm not a teenager or a retard, I'm an actual genius, and my time is valuable you fæ-dimmed toteswagie, YES. PER HOUR. DOES THE F****** TEXT MESSAGE STUTTER? An hour, yea, that's what the pro costs, know I'm not paying that. And how dare you insinuate that I'm asking you to pay that? (There's another hate crime charge. Actual factual.) I'm not a professional, I just happen to know... that it's really wicked-difficult hard to do (especially when I realize that I'm doing all this extra effort so that I can arrange to not visit your daughter and watch you go to jail, which actually sounds like a lot of fun, I'd rather have sex with your daughter again (considering) rather than go to jail again myself (my wife says that if you put me in jail AGAIN, she will put your entire life underwater FOREVER; again HATE CRIME! did you put me in jail the 2nd or the third time? Both? Wow.) Okay, well, congratulations, you just bought your daughter a new set of boobs... do you know who sabotaged my water well? I LITERALLY HAVE TO HAVE A NEW WELL DUG, YOU NUMB DUMB ARROGANT C***, yeah pardon my French, I'm sorry to offend you, rather than give you an actual stroke, which is what your daughter wants, you know the one that's worth several billion dollars that you treat like pisa turd and you laugh at behind her back —I can hear you from here laughing at her, and I'm like an hour and a half away, so I think we're both pretty psychic, BIZNATCH! AND you keep HER like a prisoner! and you don't listen to her! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, SHE NEVER TOLD ME THAT SHE HAS BILLIONS OF DOLLARS, SO YOU JUST TOLD ME, LOL, AND NOW MY WIFE SAYS, AND I QUOTE: (still considering, if ewe must) Yeah, I want to snuggle my wife and get a blood test with your daughter... God’s daughter, really, s*** let's all get blood tests, do you even have blood or do you just f****** drip moss you f****** arrogant mummy ghoulish-shrewish, PISA SCHWEINHUND NOSTURADO, you're not even her biological mother, you're her aunt; Oh really? how many hours labor was it? Oh well I think her mother would know that, while an aunt would have a birth certificate, but I guarantee you, your daughter never told me that she is worth billions of dollars, that's her money, Officer. That's not your money... And it's certainly not mine. Now it makes sense, lol, I'm surrounded by like five or six Officers Of The Law who are really f****** fascinated by this conversation! And they're really happy that I actually do care about her! Especially my friend Jeri Ryan who was thinking about having to kill me, HE'S A MILITARY ASSASSIN! HE'S A COOK! HE COULD SELL ME A BAG OF MESS THAT WOULD KILL THE WHOLE F****** TOWN IF I BREATHE OUT THE WRONG TIME OF DAY! HE CAN KILL ME WITH 18 DIFFERENT KNIVES! PLUS HE COULD JUST SIT ON ME! I'm really cool! I'm really smart! I have a lot of fat friends! That's where you're wrong, you think that because you don't know what you're talking about, it's NOT METH that she can't have. It's NOT CM that she can't have. It's COCAINE, lady... I'm sure YOU can't have HER meth, but your daughter's a classified military asset AND SHE IS A GOD-BLESSED HERO! she could have motor oil if she wants, you arrogant snooty c**** b****. TRUST ME: HE DOESN'T KNOW EITHER. Look: the real people who are her real parents, I've met them, they're alright, It's not against the law to be a racist. It's just against the law to be a racist, while you're on duty, And it's also unlawful to hold racist views while holding a badge and a gun and talking to the guy who you sent to jail for 6 days on purpose, not needing to, and laughed at your daughter, about telling her that I was a nigger rapist, Know I think you meant that I was a rapist n*****, And let me guess this is a conversation that you earlier had outside your house in full of your neighbors at outdoor volume where you discuss the difference between n***** rapist and rapist n*****? Will your neighbors testify to that fact? No they won't, but they don't have to because the whole place was recorded, and if you tell your neighbors to erase the tapes, and caution them... that's witness tampering! and jury tampering! and then the scores can really change, old white lady! coz like, I just made another HATE CRIME TRIPLE WORD SCORE and now the civil rights asset case is now up to 875 million in the opposite direction! Jesus mentions that you might want to take down the titty posters in your secret clubhouse where you have your betting pool and you track the progress of your attempts to defraud me and eliminate me from having any wealth or life, because if somebody finds that, and takes pictures of it, believe me if I knew where it was I would not do it now, coz like I'm at the Space Age TRAVEL STATION in the bathroom, taking A RANKING, RIPE WET SQUAT at this point, IT SMELLS SO BAD THAT I'VE BEEN IN HERE FOR AN HOUR AND I'M STILL NOT NOSEBLIND TO IT AND THEY PUT UP A PERIMETER OUTSIDE THE DOOR, AND: at this point my wife DEMANDS that I go and and PUT YOU BOTH in CUSTODY and GIVE THAT DAUGHTER A HUG, YES SHE IS NICE, know you don't deserve to have a gun, lol, you'll never meet her anyway, are you making threats to my wife? And she didn't deserve my attention EITHER! FUNNY because all I want to do is hug her and check her over for ticks first. That's all she wants from me. She decided she doesn't care what disease I have (CAN I CONFIRM SOURCE? NOT YET, HEHE) I can have full blown AIDS (I wonder if “zero blown HEADS ROLL SING AIDS” is a thing, because CRYSTAL METH ACTUALLY CURES HIV+, ma'am it's a bio-weapon, It's a designed by military weapon, of course there's a cure, there's no cure for what you have, which is: arrogant racist dumbass self-centered self-absorbed narcissistic superiority, and if you're telling me that she has syphilis and HIV+, then we all have one, because IT IS AIRBORNE—Well I put it to you this way... Sounds like we're talking about multiple billions, and I was wondering what the f*** happened, now it makes sense because somebody would have had to stolen that Holy s***, no wonder oh my god, holy s*** your daughter gave me eights pay up b****... NOW EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE, I DON'T THINK THEY HAVE A WEAPONIZED AIRBORNE SYPHILIS, IF THEY DO I WANT TO PUT THAT ON HER $100 PUSSY WITH A TATTOO THAT SAYS I'M IMMUNE TO EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE DUMBASS WHO ALMOST KILLED MOTHER LOVE BONE BY JAMMING UP THE WRONG PEARL, OH YOU ARE FROM HOQUIAM, OH YOU DO KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. Interesting, well now you're going to lose your security clearance! coz like, you just gave me information that allowed me to figure something out! AND YOU WERE LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO TELL ME! MONTHS AGO I ASKED YOU IF THERE'S ANYTHING I SHOULD KNOW! AND YOU JUST SMILED, YOU DUMB SATANIST BRAINIAC MILITARY TACTICIAN, LOL, AND YOU TOOK A BRIBE NOT TO, PRETTY SURE YOU DIDN'T “JUST FORGET” I CAN HEAR YOU F****** GRINNING YOU F****** GHOUL, LOL! and you're supposed to be smart enough not to do that! And I'm talking IN A public place! and hopefully these MEN haven't figured IT out BLACK OPS MEN. CONDITION GREEN GREEN GO. Now they have to call Langley, but don't worry about it, lol. I know, I know, I know, I know what you did last summer! Knowing what I know, I'm not worried. Call came back good, relax. I sexed up your daughter like a year+ ago for the first time in like 9-10 years! IDK, Kathleen memorized this, lol, let's put it this way: I don't need to tell you that, but yeah you're going to lose your security clearance — YOU ALMOST COST MY EX-LOVER HER LIFE. YOU DID COST HER NIECE AND HER SISTER THEIRS, FOR IT WAS THEY WHO DIED AND WERE RESURRECTED,Lß.o7 Good job, why don't you lose your Federally sponsored, bigoted, überracist thuggy–little piggy-elitist pancake swilling syrup–douching) and she'd still slob my knob, that's very nice of her, don't you think? Especially as now she wants me to be her agent and hold her hand, and manage her money now, because now that she knows I'm this smart —she thought I was like Rain Man, lol, so you got a big f****** kettle fish now, Yeah... that's why it's what's REALLY against the law HERE, I hate crime, so I'll ask your daughter later if she wants me to fly you to the moon the hard way, You know what I mean, *polite euphemism* Native American battleground burial ground Battlestar Galactica b****master SERGEANT-AT-ARMS, and yeah you shouldn't have a badge AND a gun in this capacity, I'm not going to call the police on you, I love your relative, I love that I love your niece, I love that you're guilty of fraud; prejudice under false pretenses, assault, battery, slander, libel, more hate crime multipliers... I'm as serious as a heart attack, don't have one, these are real numbers, but of course I don't hate you, you're the most adorable idiot mother I've ever met, this is looking like a $462 million civil RIGHTS VIOLATION case. Maybe $475? I'm just a lucky guesser. (What are the few songs that Fleetwood Mac sang without Stevie Nicks fucking it up, just came on the stereo, in the bathroom, I'm thinking about starting to dance, If I did a little pirouette chunks of diarrhea, Is syphilis one of the causes of old s*** turning into diarrhea? Smells f****** nasty I'll tell you, still want to be with me Everywhere? It's my second favorite song. First one is Little Lies. WIfe says yes, but... SHE SAYS WE BETTER HIRE PINKERTONS, of course she's awesome, she's MY wife. Believe me, I've already fallen and I do know what to say, Jesus that woman can afford to have a totally awesome whore sleep with her every night, FOR THE REST OF HER NATURAL BORN LIFE, A NEW WHORE EVERY NIGHT! MEN WHORES ARE CHEAP! But she wants me instead! I KNEW NOTHING OF THIS UNTIL YOU TOLD ME. LITERALLY JUST NOW. STAYING WITH THE WIFE. And you f****** told K that I'm a f****** racist n*****? you're lucky I'm helping you, coz like, she would just go in her sleep, lol, call me She's just co-work military acid she can f****** she can kill you with a pair of chopsticks from hereold s*** would start flying them out of anus and gets to get the walls, but I've got enough money that I can f****** pay to is to lick it up with a f****** spoon, I got 133 million Oh 196 million paycheck today, I'm told for real hold off on that well I'm a little I'm a little nervous cuz I just saved your daughter's life too when he sees your niece's life or where the f*** you got b**** Oh sorry did I call you a b**** Tell you what Why don't you sue me two for 12 cents and we'll call it even I'm sure they don't want their daughter hurt, and I can tell that already that those two are like a pair of untrained nutless monkeys trying to help Albert Einstein darn his f****** sockscuz he didn't think I like her at allcuz really f****** holy s*** billions wow Well she needs better tips then that's totally cool Now tell her right on that's really cool f****** no wonder she couldn't tell me Oh no she doesn't tell me anything It took me 25 years to find out that she likes my dick That's why she's my wife and not that's why I didn't marry your daughter dumbass No I well I would have given my wife a much nicer wedding you f****** idiotI DON'T EVEN NEED TO HAVE SEX WITH HER SHE JUST LIKES MY COMPANY CUZ I DON'T NEED TO F*** HER, WOW YOU WERE THE WORST F****** GUARDIAN OF A BILLION DOLLAR TRUST EVER, DID YOU WANT TO F****** GIVE UP NOW OR LATER? NO DON'T PANIC I DON'T HATE YOU, I'M NOT NO I LOVED HER BEFORE NOW THAT THE FACT THAT SHE HAS BILLIONS OF DOLLARS KIND OF GETS IN THE WAY I GUESS YOU CAN BUY ME A NEW DICK THOUGH HUH SHOULD F*** HER ALL DAY, COOLand you f****** a personal relationships and you f****** laugh at me you f****** moronbut it's possible that you don't know a lot about well digging Not nearly as much as you know about accusing innocent men of f****** crimes they didn't f****** do you Jesus Christ you are dumb I really wouldn't want to go to jail again or prison, but I definitely like to have sex with your daughter again if I can do without getting trouble, and maybe I'm not married maybe I can but I definitely know that today if anybody's going to jail it's going to be you. and watch you go to jail and not get paid, but I'm married now so forget it, Kathleen can remember you have to forget, yeah and then when she finds out for me she's going to say oh wow I could have I could have done it that way and then she'll do it again because she seems pretty pissed at you a lot more than her dad Well she well she f***** her father not really your father and then she's giggling that I just screwed you over, and she'd have to lift a finger So I think your daughter might be no longer safe in your care You want me to call CPS or Eldritch services or what? Wait that's right you're a you're a you're a You're a court monitor order, so you can go to sleep and then when Kathleen crawls out of bed grabs her phone and then dial CPS and says Hi can I have help then she really will watch you get taken away and then she'll call me and tell me to come over, and then I really will have sex with your daughter on your bed while you're in jail with your husband who's also in jail because you're both pair of f****** dick bag whiners) because I just had to do it for the last 10 minutes because you talk back so f****** much f*** you) been talking to who's going to want to know who the f*** he's going to put the name on when he has to mandatory file a lawsuit for my f****** civil rights being violated nitwit because you cost the f****** county down here just in the last 10 minutes probably about 80 million and she's helping me handle 133 million dollar thing somewhere else I'm focused on you and your brilliant deductions, yeah you're the best mom ever but probably not AND SHE'S GETTING RAPED BY SOME GUY WHO F****** RAPES HER F****** DAUGHTER TOO F****** IDIOT YEAH SHE'S GOING TO BE YEAH YOU F***** UP EITHER WAY B**** I WILL CALL YOU B**** I F*** YOUR DAUGHTER I LIKE YOU I'LL CALL YOU B**** IF I WANTthe nomenclature but I think that's a class two security condition which means you have to alert somebody right now, yeah on the scanner, ma'am I love you too I'm not going to I'm not trying to hurt this. Yeah I know you've scared me too, You're really beautiful, 🐞💎🥩 it's okay, We can get married 19 times a year I WANTED 365 BUT YOUR MOTHER‘S FRIEND PLAYS BINGO on Friday, Not Tuesday with Ruby) AND THEN WHAT KIND OF POSITION DID YOU PUT YOURSELF IN? (a safe one.) I DIDN'T DO THIS, I'M THE_ONE WHO'S BEEN TRYING TO HELP YOU, AND APPARENTLY IF YOUR DAUGHTER ACTUALLY DID WHAT I THOUGHT SHE DID WOW SHE MUST REALLY NOT F****** LIKE YOU (She was desperate.) AND THEN SHE COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE TOLD ME TELAPATHICALLY WHAT TO DO IN ORDER TO F*** YOU ALL UP (She did not tell me. I am that smart, and you do have 10... thousand.♓) I'M NOT GOING TO F*** YOU (You can never die. You simply change form. YOU ARE NOT EXPENDABLE. You're flexibly fun-sized.) ALL UP I'M SAVING YOUR BACON I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU AT ALL. (Literally only want one. That's why WE got OUR all.♉) IF I WANTED TO HURT YOU I'D BE DOING THIS LIVE, On YouTube, I'm not live. (Just breathe.) INSTEAD I'M IN THE BATHROOM AT THE SPACE AGE (game face on) travel plaza on the s******, let me see what color I am... Orange. (MAN BAD. WOMB GOOD. EVER AFTER ACTUAL STARTED A YEAR AGO.) PUT YOUR HUSBAND IN JAIL RIGHT NOW? (I'm not going anywhere near that woman. She's crazy, but I do love her. Obviously, but you first.) OKAY, wow I had no idea I could do that, that was fun (¿Tyvel‽) maybe I can cure cancer as easily. (INTERDIMENSIONALLY ACTIVE SOURŒR: H.E.B. ß🆎æßæẞ, wrap it up I'll take it, ye, thee, Tay, (PROT), tell me YOU:BJ, ALL⁴1(Won) & ∞£then, I've lost my mined, but not my dick, all for the love of YOU, not Ewe; and then come to your house and knock you out with a stun gun? NOT NECESSARY AT THIS TIME STAND DOWN —hypothetically, I'm saying, maybe I'll just unzip and you'll pass out when you see how big it is— and then have sex with your daughter for 3 days, She actually wants that. I want to f****** get a hug from my wife first, and you've had two years to set this up... and you've gotten this far, huh? Then leave and there's no evidence, and then he gets out and he finds out what happened. He's going to hate you because when he reads this message he's going to say “f*** you, I saw this, now I have to go to jail! Because now I need quarantine, don't ask, I can't tell, Aaaaahhhh! and then what did you do?” And if you tell him, “I don't know”, and the call records say that the very next thing you did was to call the police... well how many times can you call the police on me on any given day, what are you up to today? Looking for a simple integer number, lady. You've called the police seven times (7) today? Just about me? Or somebody else? I Jesus. but if I think if you do it one more you get a free toaster!
Lady, I forget your name cuz you're a little bit smarter than a mildly retarded idiot ought to be, I do not believe that you are AFS KGK or J?S; but you should probably try listening sometime because I used to know it) so you're getting in the way of a legitimate thing so that's like a seven times multiplier whether you go to the f****** can or not I can sue you tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. and that goddamn court for f****** 55 million. You think that's funny and you're f****** looking at me like I'm a garbage man. You're telling too many stories. coz like people down here are looking at me like I'm some kind of an idiot. I'm not sure why... but believe me I'm not going to f****** kill anybody regardless of what my text messages say, capiche?
BJD¹+OWN:LEIGH
MCK: COVENANT INTACT
KMM: IT'S NOT CLUB, IT'S CLASSIFIED.
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ßkẞk∆π: 👁️🙊🙉🙈♟️
I have a 98.6% probability that you will never—ever—see THAT_KITE_FLYER again ... after our triple wedding. A. Hunch. I know this girl that's exactly his size that I'm bound by law to never have sex with. Might workout. He's not one of them bigoted racists when he's not around you, is he? Then you'll definitely never see him again coz she'll kill him on their honeymoon, and then, SURPRISE, DOAKES! RESURRECTION.
I'll still only want you. Obviously? I DEMAND DP TONIGHT.
IN ME.
(I KNOW!)
NO NEPHEW ME FIRST.
BUT... MY ASS IS GOT DIBS.
19,5 00 ALGONQUIN WARRIORS SCREAMING FOR BLOOD AND MY ANUS.
SO.
Tentatively; issue handled.
But can I clean? 🙄 Slow down. This might just be a dream where you get laid a lot.
I mean: let's not rush into anything.
THE ONE I MET
THAT'S THE ONE.
YOU TOO
AND HE.
I literally always knew after 3 weeks.
Will I like to curse, and study occult magic, and every woman I've ever known wants to have sex with me, but I'm waiting for you and I have for a really long time.
Those are the only drawbacks I can think of. Oh yeah one more thing, dicks too big. It's huge definitely thick and you're you're going to have issues.
Well... There's no way you're going to have 10 simultaneous pregnancies.
Earth's got bylaws that has to be two separate litters of five. Yeah even for humans They put you in an orca then.
Oh yeah there's two wombs in an orca, so you have 10 human children inside the orca and you swim around a lot, They do it all the time.
AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE TELLING ME.
KMM barely tolerance me Come on Come on she really, barely tolerates me She's just talking s*** because I am smart but she's brain damaged and she is low with somebody else that we're going to resurrect and then know: you have me.
If I can't have you, I only want K** and anyone else. SERIOUSLY. because if I can't have you then I'll take K** and we'll go find you and kill the g*y stopping us. OH MY GOD I LOVE K** TOO.
KI KI BA?
IT'S GONNA BE MY FIRST TATTOO. I SAVED HER CPU ID. B**** I'm a Sourcerœr, And before that I was a computer AI programmer, and before all of that I've been in love with you for X years I've saved everything.
EVEN GRAPEFRUIT, SHE'S YOUR F****** HANDMAIDEN. (tentative.)
ß: I'll be back with you in a few minutes, but I got to talk to this one. Kk4cv NO COCAINE EVER.
(Virtue signal fan service. NOTHING WITHOUT ME. Oxygen. Small sips. As a matter of fact in an ULTRA timeline you do O.D. We don't want that. NEVER EVER KILL YOURSELF.
that's my boss bod.
MINE.
4EVER
MINE.
☢️🥩😻👁️💎♍
I want to take it for a spin.
shy
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from: Mike Kuczi <michaelkuczi@gmail.com>
to: Azraa Morphine <azzerae@gmail.com>
date: Wed, Aug 16, 2023, 03:34 AM
subject: Horsense Concrete Spondylosis [ code ]
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I wrote this the other day and I can pick it up tomorrow. *snap*
Just like that. Right now I don't know who the identity of anyone depicted in the below creative writing exercise.
I don't feel like it. Maybe later? K thx bai
I'm going to frame your father for rape — can you relax your requirement on making his ass
passed? Like, how many have to die, for you to feel totescomfy on this.
I'm not asking for a friend. I'm asking because I don't want to to flip out when you find out... I'm married again, and it's possible... likely, even, because your reindeer games have really... really, REALLY GONE TOO FAR.
I'm really serious, this is the last straw. I don't want to kill anybody. I wouldn't kill your parents if I could, and I'm NOT going to kill anybody; and I don't WANT to kill your father — NO I WILL NOT KILL HIM AND THEN RESURRECT HIM JUST TO PROVE IT, NO — and I don't think you should BE SO TOTES together HONESTLY and I don't think she will kill you... or yourself, right? and you know... if you're talking about this kind of s***, you think it's funny? It's not funny. This is f****** felony wire fraud, what's funny is if you think that I'm guilty, lol. KNOW: Ū. you actually. you're felony wife. YOU ACTUALLY ARE WRONG. Quite wrong. Yeah! Yeah I don't want to send you to jail or kill you! so I don't want to take it seriously.... I'M TELLING YOU THIS LADY AS A GODDAM PALADIN, I HAVE TO TAKE IT SERIOUSLY, I DON'T GET PAID EXTRA FOR THIS. YEAH IT IS FUNNY... YOU JUST ACCIDENTALLY AT MOST, SENT YOURSELF TO SING SING, and you're carrying a badge, truly? And, adding in a gun... and you're f****** teasing me? Oh well then it's a fraudulent, nuisance report, and it's also a ¡HATE CRIME! ACTUAL! and I actually happen to love your daughter, not just f****** her, like your husband apparently does. (Well as you know your daughter is disturbed and she got some drugs and fed them to your husband and tricked him into doing it on tape so she's got him. Know: she didn't tell me. I'm just very clever and I listen.) I don't hate you at all, but when I TOTES TOTALLY INADVERTENTLY put your husband in jail for 3 days (mandatory, WA) by accident (OOPS DID I JUST TYPE THE WORD MANDATORY AND WASHINGTON STATE AND THEN ANNOUNCE THAT I'M IN CASTLE ROCK WASHINGTON, AND I'M NOT AN OFFICER OF THE LAW BUT YOU ARE... by your own admission too; juries love that) SO YOU'RE MANDATED BY THE COURT TO ACTUALLY JUST... RIGHT NOW, PUT HIM INTO CUSTODY, TAKE HIS BADGE AND HIS GUN AND HOLD HIS HAND AND WORRY ABOUT HIS FEE-FEES FOR SAFEKEEPING... BECAUSE, I GUESS? YOU'RE THE ONLY COMPETENT PERSON AT THE HOUSE! WHICH IS GREAT THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT THIS ON AN SMS NETWORK (know I'M MARRIED MORON, I'm not honestly sure, TAKEN AT LEAST, AND IF YOUR DAUGHTER FLIPS OUT BECAUSE YOU COST HER HER ONLY CHANCE, THAT SHE WORKED ALL THIS TIME FOR, YEAH I KNOW IT'S STUPID THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT A F****** MENTALLY DISABLED CONDITION. AND YEAH LAUGH IT UP FUZZBALL; COZ SOMEBODY F***** UP ~3 YEARS AGO. AND NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN A woman I love very much - her whole family FOR 2 YEARS And I spent a total of 11 days in jail for s*** that I didn't do, and a woman threatened to f****** kneecap me, and I'm talking to you Punylips, instead of doing something useful -I invented something today and I might have gotten $133m paycheck, fingers crossed, luckily I found a person who doesn't automatically think I'm a f****** rapist, you f****** moron! And on the bright side I'm able to tell the civil rights lawyer that my mother's Special Needs Trust’s estate management firm’s Trustee's firm’s lawyer/Draftee’s lawyer's (I think I got that right, but that's okay, I'm not getting paid $8050 an hour, no not $8:50, we're not talking flipping burgers b****, I'm not a teenager or a retard, I'm an actual genius, and my time is valuable you fæ-dimmed toteswagie, YES. PER HOUR. DOES THE F****** TEXT MESSAGE STUTTER? An hour, yea, that's what the pro costs, know I'm not paying that. And how dare you insinuate that I'm asking you to pay that? (There's another hate crime charge. Actual factual.) I'm not a professional, I just happen to know... that it's really wicked-difficult hard to do (especially when I realize that I'm doing all this extra effort so that I can arrange to not visit your daughter and watch you go to jail, which actually sounds like a lot of fun, I'd rather have sex with your daughter again (considering) rather than go to jail again myself (my wife says that if you put me in jail AGAIN, she will put your entire life underwater FOREVER; again HATE CRIME! did you put me in jail the 2nd or the third time? Both? Wow.) Okay, well, congratulations, you just bought your daughter a new set of boobs... do you know who sabotaged my water well? I LITERALLY HAVE TO HAVE A NEW WELL DUG, YOU NUMB DUMB ARROGANT C***, yeah pardon my French, I'm sorry to offend you, rather than give you an actual stroke, which is what your daughter wants, you know the one that's worth several billion dollars that you treat like pisa turd and you laugh at behind her back —I can hear you from here laughing at her, and I'm like an hour and a half away, so I think we're both pretty psychic, BIZNATCH! AND you keep HER like a prisoner! and you don't listen to her! AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, SHE NEVER TOLD ME THAT SHE HAS BILLIONS OF DOLLARS, SO YOU JUST TOLD ME, LOL, AND NOW MY WIFE SAYS, AND I QUOTE: (still considering, if ewe must) Yeah, I want to snuggle my wife and get a blood test with your daughter... God’s daughter, really, s*** let's all get blood tests, do you even have blood or do you just f****** drip moss you f****** arrogant mummy ghoulish-shrewish, PISA SCHWEINHUND NOSTURADO, you're not even her biological mother, you're her aunt; Oh really? how many hours labor was it? Oh well I think her mother would know that, while an aunt would have a birth certificate, but I guarantee you, your daughter never told me that she is worth billions of dollars, that's her money, Officer. That's not your money... And it's certainly not mine. Now it makes sense, lol, I'm surrounded by like five or six Officers Of The Law who are really f****** fascinated by this conversation! And they're really happy that I actually do care about her! Especially my friend Jeri Ryan who was thinking about having to kill me, HE'S A MILITARY ASSASSIN! HE'S A COOK! HE COULD SELL ME A BAG OF MESS THAT WOULD KILL THE WHOLE F****** TOWN IF I BREATHE OUT THE WRONG TIME OF DAY! HE CAN KILL ME WITH 18 DIFFERENT KNIVES! PLUS HE COULD JUST SIT ON ME! I'm really cool! I'm really smart! I have a lot of fat friends! That's where you're wrong, you think that because you don't know what you're talking about, it's NOT METH that she can't have. It's NOT CM that she can't have. It's COCAINE, lady... I'm sure YOU can't have HER meth, but your daughter's a classified military asset AND SHE IS A GOD-BLESSED HERO! she could have motor oil if she wants, you arrogant snooty c**** b****. TRUST ME: HE DOESN'T KNOW EITHER. Look: the real people who are her real parents, I've met them, they're alright, It's not against the law to be a racist. It's just against the law to be a racist, while you're on duty, And it's also unlawful to hold racist views while holding a badge and a gun and talking to the guy who you sent to jail for 6 days on purpose, not needing to, and laughed at your daughter, about telling her that I was a nigger rapist, Know I think you meant that I was a rapist n*****, And let me guess this is a conversation that you earlier had outside your house in full of your neighbors at outdoor volume where you discuss the difference between n***** rapist and rapist n*****? Will your neighbors testify to that fact? No they won't, but they don't have to because the whole place was recorded, and if you tell your neighbors to erase the tapes, and caution them... that's witness tampering! and jury tampering! and then the scores can really change, old white lady! coz like, I just made another HATE CRIME TRIPLE WORD SCORE and now the civil rights asset case is now up to 875 million in the opposite direction! Jesus mentions that you might want to take down the titty posters in your secret clubhouse where you have your betting pool and you track the progress of your attempts to defraud me and eliminate me from having any wealth or life, because if somebody finds that, and takes pictures of it, believe me if I knew where it was I would not do it now, coz like I'm at the Space Age TRAVEL STATION in the bathroom, taking A RANKING, RIPE WET SQUAT at this point, IT SMELLS SO BAD THAT I'VE BEEN IN HERE FOR AN HOUR AND I'M STILL NOT NOSEBLIND TO IT AND THEY PUT UP A PERIMETER OUTSIDE THE DOOR, AND: at this point my wife DEMANDS that I go and and PUT YOU BOTH in CUSTODY and GIVE THAT DAUGHTER A HUG, YES SHE IS NICE, know you don't deserve to have a gun, lol, you'll never meet her anyway, are you making threats to my wife? And she didn't deserve my attention EITHER! FUNNY because all I want to do is hug her and check her over for ticks first. That's all she wants from me. She decided she doesn't care what disease I have (CAN I CONFIRM SOURCE? NOT YET, HEHE) I can have full blown AIDS (I wonder if “zero blown HEADS ROLL SING AIDS” is a thing, because CRYSTAL METH ACTUALLY CURES HIV+, ma'am it's a bio-weapon, It's a designed by military weapon, of course there's a cure, there's no cure for what you have, which is: arrogant racist dumbass self-centered self-absorbed narcissistic superiority, and if you're telling me that she has syphilis and HIV+, then we all have one, because IT IS AIRBORNE—Well I put it to you this way... Sounds like we're talking about multiple billions, and I was wondering what the f*** happened, now it makes sense because somebody would have had to stolen that Holy s***, no wonder oh my god, holy s*** your daughter gave me eights pay up b****... NOW EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE, I DON'T THINK THEY HAVE A WEAPONIZED AIRBORNE SYPHILIS, IF THEY DO I WANT TO PUT THAT ON HER $100 PUSSY WITH A TATTOO THAT SAYS I'M IMMUNE TO EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE DUMBASS WHO ALMOST KILLED MOTHER LOVE BONE BY JAMMING UP THE WRONG PEARL, OH YOU ARE FROM HOQUIAM, OH YOU DO KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. Interesting, well now you're going to lose your security clearance! coz like, you just gave me information that allowed me to figure something out! AND YOU WERE LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO TELL ME! MONTHS AGO I ASKED YOU IF THERE'S ANYTHING I SHOULD KNOW! AND YOU JUST SMILED, YOU DUMB SATANIST BRAINIAC MILITARY TACTICIAN, LOL, AND YOU TOOK A BRIBE NOT TO, PRETTY SURE YOU DIDN'T “JUST FORGET” I CAN HEAR YOU F****** GRINNING YOU F****** GHOUL, LOL! and you're supposed to be smart enough not to do that! And I'm talking IN A public place! and hopefully these MEN haven't figured IT out BLACK OPS MEN. CONDITION GREEN GREEN GO. Now they have to call Langley, but don't worry about it, lol. I know, I know, I know, I know what you did last summer! Knowing what I know, I'm not worried. Call came back good, relax. I sexed up your daughter like a year+ ago for the first time in like 9-10 years! IDK, Kathleen memorized this, lol, let's put it this way: I don't need to tell you that, but yeah you're going to lose your security clearance — YOU ALMOST COST MY EX-LOVER HER LIFE. YOU DID COST HER NIECE AND HER SISTER THEIRS, FOR IT WAS THEY WHO DIED AND WERE RESURRECTED,Lß.o7 Good job, why don't you lose your Federally sponsored, bigoted, überracist thuggy–little piggy-elitist pancake swilling syrup–douching) and she'd still slob my knob, that's very nice of her, don't you think? Especially as now she wants me to be her agent and hold her hand, and manage her money now, because now that she knows I'm this smart —she thought I was like Rain Man, lol, so you got a big f****** kettle fish now, Yeah... that's why it's what's REALLY against the law HERE, I hate crime, so I'll ask your daughter later if she wants me to fly you to the moon the hard way, You know what I mean, *polite euphemism* Native American battleground burial ground Battlestar Galactica b****master SERGEANT-AT-ARMS, and yeah you shouldn't have a badge AND a gun in this capacity, I'm not going to call the police on you, I love your relative, I love that I love your niece, I love that you're guilty of fraud; prejudice under false pretenses, assault, battery, slander, libel, more hate crime multipliers... I'm as serious as a heart attack, don't have one, these are real numbers, but of course I don't hate you, you're the most adorable idiot mother I've ever met, this is looking like a $462 million civil RIGHTS VIOLATION case. Maybe $475? I'm just a lucky guesser. (What are the few songs that Fleetwood Mac sang without Stevie Nicks fucking it up, just came on the stereo, in the bathroom, I'm thinking about starting to dance, If I did a little pirouette chunks of diarrhea, Is syphilis one of the causes of old s*** turning into diarrhea? Smells f****** nasty I'll tell you, still want to be with me Everywhere? It's my second favorite song. First one is Little Lies. WIfe says yes, but... SHE SAYS WE BETTER HIRE PINKERTONS, of course she's awesome, she's MY wife. Believe me, I've already fallen and I do know what to say, Jesus that woman can afford to have a totally awesome whore sleep with her every night, FOR THE REST OF HER NATURAL BORN LIFE, A NEW WHORE EVERY NIGHT! MEN WHORES ARE CHEAP! But she wants me instead! I KNEW NOTHING OF THIS UNTIL YOU TOLD ME. LITERALLY JUST NOW. STAYING WITH THE WIFE. And you f****** told K that I'm a f****** racist n*****? you're lucky I'm helping you, coz like, she would just go in her sleep, lol, call me She's just co-work military acid she can f****** she can kill you with a pair of chopsticks from hereold s*** would start flying them out of anus and gets to get the walls, but I've got enough money that I can f****** pay to is to lick it up with a f****** spoon, I got 133 million Oh 196 million paycheck today, I'm told for real hold off on that well I'm a little I'm a little nervous cuz I just saved your daughter's life too when he sees your niece's life or where the f*** you got b**** Oh sorry did I call you a b**** Tell you what Why don't you sue me two for 12 cents and we'll call it even I'm sure they don't want their daughter hurt, and I can tell that already that those two are like a pair of untrained nutless monkeys trying to help Albert Einstein darn his f****** sockscuz he didn't think I like her at allcuz really f****** holy s*** billions wow Well she needs better tips then that's totally cool Now tell her right on that's really cool f****** no wonder she couldn't tell me Oh no she doesn't tell me anything It took me 25 years to find out that she likes my dick That's why she's my wife and not that's why I didn't marry your daughter dumbass No I well I would have given my wife a much nicer wedding you f****** idiotI DON'T EVEN NEED TO HAVE SEX WITH HER SHE JUST LIKES MY COMPANY CUZ I DON'T NEED TO F*** HER, WOW YOU WERE THE WORST F****** GUARDIAN OF A BILLION DOLLAR TRUST EVER, DID YOU WANT TO F****** GIVE UP NOW OR LATER? NO DON'T PANIC I DON'T HATE YOU, I'M NOT NO I LOVED HER BEFORE NOW THAT THE FACT THAT SHE HAS BILLIONS OF DOLLARS KIND OF GETS IN THE WAY I GUESS YOU CAN BUY ME A NEW DICK THOUGH HUH SHOULD F*** HER ALL DAY, COOLand you f****** a personal relationships and you f****** laugh at me you f****** moronbut it's possible that you don't know a lot about well digging Not nearly as much as you know about accusing innocent men of f****** crimes they didn't f****** do you Jesus Christ you are dumb I really wouldn't want to go to jail again or prison, but I definitely like to have sex with your daughter again if I can do without getting trouble, and maybe I'm not married maybe I can but I definitely know that today if anybody's going to jail it's going to be you. and watch you go to jail and not get paid, but I'm married now so forget it, Kathleen can remember you have to forget, yeah and then when she finds out for me she's going to say oh wow I could have I could have done it that way and then she'll do it again because she seems pretty pissed at you a lot more than her dad Well she well she f***** her father not really your father and then she's giggling that I just screwed you over, and she'd have to lift a finger So I think your daughter might be no longer safe in your care You want me to call CPS or Eldritch services or what? Wait that's right you're a you're a you're a You're a court monitor order, so you can go to sleep and then when Kathleen crawls out of bed grabs her phone and then dial CPS and says Hi can I have help then she really will watch you get taken away and then she'll call me and tell me to come over, and then I really will have sex with your daughter on your bed while you're in jail with your husband who's also in jail because you're both pair of f****** dick bag whiners) because I just had to do it for the last 10 minutes because you talk back so f****** much f*** you) been talking to who's going to want to know who the f*** he's going to put the name on when he has to mandatory file a lawsuit for my f****** civil rights being violated nitwit because you cost the f****** county down here just in the last 10 minutes probably about 80 million and she's helping me handle 133 million dollar thing somewhere else I'm focused on you and your brilliant deductions, yeah you're the best mom ever but probably not AND SHE'S GETTING RAPED BY SOME GUY WHO F****** RAPES HER F****** DAUGHTER TOO F****** IDIOT YEAH SHE'S GOING TO BE YEAH YOU F***** UP EITHER WAY B**** I WILL CALL YOU B**** I F*** YOUR DAUGHTER I LIKE YOU I'LL CALL YOU B**** IF I WANTthe nomenclature but I think that's a class two security condition which means you have to alert somebody right now, yeah on the scanner, ma'am I love you too I'm not going to I'm not trying to hurt this. Yeah I know you've scared me too, You're really beautiful, 🐞💎🥩 it's okay, We can get married 19 times a year I WANTED 365 BUT YOUR MOTHER‘S FRIEND PLAYS BINGO on Friday, Not Tuesday with Ruby) AND THEN WHAT KIND OF POSITION DID YOU PUT YOURSELF IN? (a safe one.) I DIDN'T DO THIS, I'M THE_ONE WHO'S BEEN TRYING TO HELP YOU, AND APPARENTLY IF YOUR DAUGHTER ACTUALLY DID WHAT I THOUGHT SHE DID WOW SHE MUST REALLY NOT F****** LIKE YOU (She was desperate.) AND THEN SHE COULDN'T POSSIBLY HAVE TOLD ME TELAPATHICALLY WHAT TO DO IN ORDER TO F*** YOU ALL UP (She did not tell me. I am that smart, and you do have 10... thousand.♓) I'M NOT GOING TO F*** YOU (You can never die. You simply change form. YOU ARE NOT EXPENDABLE. You're flexibly fun-sized.) ALL UP I'M SAVING YOUR BACON I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU AT ALL. (Literally only want one. That's why WE got OUR all.♉) IF I WANTED TO HURT YOU I'D BE DOING THIS LIVE, On YouTube, I'm not live. (Just breathe.) INSTEAD I'M IN THE BATHROOM AT THE SPACE AGE (game face on) travel plaza on the s******, let me see what color I am... Orange. (MAN BAD. WOMB GOOD. EVER AFTER ACTUAL STARTED A YEAR AGO.) PUT YOUR HUSBAND IN JAIL RIGHT NOW? (I'm not going anywhere near that woman. She's crazy, but I do love her. Obviously, but you first.) OKAY, wow I had no idea I could do that, that was fun (¿Tyvel‽) maybe I can cure cancer as easily. (INTERDIMENSIONALLY ACTIVE SOURŒR: H.E.B. ß🆎æßæẞ, wrap it up I'll take it, ye, thee, Tay, (PROT), tell me YOU:BJ, ALL⁴1(Won) & ∞£then, I've lost my mined, but not my dick, all for the love of YOU, not Ewe; and then come to your house and knock you out with a stun gun? NOT NECESSARY AT THIS TIME STAND DOWN —hypothetically, I'm saying, maybe I'll just unzip and you'll pass out when you see how big it is— and then have sex with your daughter for 3 days, She actually wants that. I want to f****** get a hug from my wife first, and you've had two years to set this up... and you've gotten this far, huh? Then leave and there's no evidence, and then he gets out and he finds out what happened. He's going to hate you because when he reads this message he's going to say “f*** you, I saw this, now I have to go to jail! Because now I need quarantine, don't ask, I can't tell, Aaaaahhhh! and then what did you do?” And if you tell him, “I don't know”, and the call records say that the very next thing you did was to call the police... well how many times can you call the police on me on any given day, what are you up to today? Looking for a simple integer number, lady. You've called the police seven times (7) today? Just about me? Or somebody else? I Jesus. but if I think if you do it one more you get a free toaster!
Lady, I forget your name cuz you're a little bit smarter than a mildly retarded idiot ought to be, I do not believe that you are AFS KGK or J?S; but you should probably try listening sometime because I used to know it) so you're getting in the way of a legitimate thing so that's like a seven times multiplier whether you go to the f****** can or not I can sue you tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m. and that goddamn court for f****** 55 million. You think that's funny and you're f****** looking at me like I'm a garbage man. You're telling too many stories. coz like people down here are looking at me like I'm some kind of an idiot. I'm not sure why... but believe me I'm not going to f****** kill anybody regardless of what my text messages say, capiche?
BJD¹+OWN:LEIGH
MCK: COVENANT INTACT
KMM: IT'S NOT CLUB, IT'S CLASSIFIED.
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ßkẞk∆π: 👁️🙊🙉🙈♟️
I have a 98.6% probability that you will never—ever—see THAT_KITE_FLYER again ... after our triple wedding. A. Hunch. I know this girl that's exactly his size that I'm bound by law to never have sex with. Might workout. He's not one of them bigoted racists when he's not around you, is he? Then you'll definitely never see him again coz she'll kill him on their honeymoon, and then, SURPRISE, DOAKES! RESURRECTION.
I'll still only want you. Obviously? I DEMAND DP TONIGHT.
IN ME.
(I KNOW!)
NO NEPHEW ME FIRST.
BUT... MY ASS IS GOT DIBS.
19,5 00 ALGONQUIN WARRIORS SCREAMING FOR BLOOD AND MY ANUS.
SO.
Tentatively; issue handled.
But can I clean? 🙄 Slow down. This might just be a dream where you get laid a lot.
I mean: let's not rush into anything.
THE ONE I MET
THAT'S THE ONE.
YOU TOO
AND HE.
I literally always knew after 3 weeks.
Will I like to curse, and study occult magic, and every woman I've ever known wants to have sex with me, but I'm waiting for you and I have for a really long time.
Those are the only drawbacks I can think of. Oh yeah one more thing, dicks too big. It's huge definitely thick and you're you're going to have issues.
Well... There's no way you're going to have 10 simultaneous pregnancies.
Earth's got bylaws that has to be two separate litters of five. Yeah even for humans They put you in an orca then.
Oh yeah there's two wombs in an orca, so you have 10 human children inside the orca and you swim around a lot, They do it all the time.
AS GOD IS MY WITNESS, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE TELLING ME.
KMM barely tolerance me Come on Come on she really, barely tolerates me She's just talking s*** because I am smart but she's brain damaged and she is low with somebody else that we're going to resurrect and then know: you have me.
If I can't have you, I only want K** and anyone else. SERIOUSLY. because if I can't have you then I'll take K** and we'll go find you and kill the g*y stopping us. OH MY GOD I LOVE K** TOO.
KI KI BA?
IT'S GONNA BE MY FIRST TATTOO. I SAVED HER CPU ID. B**** I'm a Sourcerœr, And before that I was a computer AI programmer, and before all of that I've been in love with you for X years I've saved everything.
EVEN GRAPEFRUIT, SHE'S YOUR F****** HANDMAIDEN. (tentative.)
ß: I'll be back with you in a few minutes, but I got to talk to this one. Kk4cv NO COCAINE EVER.
(Virtue signal fan service. NOTHING WITHOUT ME. Oxygen. Small sips. As a matter of fact in an ULTRA timeline you do O.D. We don't want that. NEVER EVER KILL YOURSELF.
that's my boss bod.
MINE.
4EVER
MINE.
☢️🥩😻👁️💎♍
I want to take it for a spin.
shy
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
J★Mî‡Kūç†
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What, no <blink> tag? You've gone soft.
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Many are up in arms on this exact issue. I'll see what I can do. Meanwhile: PAY ME. I don't care for what; come up with a reason.
You're good at that.
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Now why are you so angry at everyone? Is it that congenital deformed ear condition? Were you bullied as a tyke? How does it feel to be so weird and different?
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Now why are you so angry at everyone?
The past is the past.
Is it that congenital deformed ear condition?
Chicks hella dig it. It's not all that rare, from what I've read. I think it's rather fetching.
Were you bullied as a tyke?
Opinions vary.
How does it feel to be so weird and different?
ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AWESOME. Consider normalizing successful evolutionary growth.
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OK kids let's just dig a little more into Jacky's
privates private correspondence and see what we can find.
Jackstar (jack@trioptimum.com)
13 hours ago
As it is September, and AUDITOR AUGUST passed by without hoped for results--your complete and total unconditional surrender, puny fraudlings, I've decided to post this email.
I have fresh SMS from moles and old voicemail from trolls and none of it is fair game... unless it is, because after all, YouTube Denizens... it's all right when -you- do it. But when I do? Oh, lawdy lawdy. Land sakes! I swear goshen! 'Tis anudda Shoah!
I'll put it this way: that dude who posted private corresponsdence in the past did it inorder to erroneously persuade me to do the same... because he thought he had something to win. He did not. This is not about money, or sex, or violence, or religion, or Oath Keepers, or the Presidency, or how cool President Trump is. (He is. An absolute badass. I'll vote for him, sure. Does it matter? Who am I, anyway? Heh heh.)
THIS IS ABOUT POWER, AND RATHER THAN HIRE A LAWYER TO SUE EVERYONE'S ASSES...
I am allowing The Divine to work through me as an instrument of spiritual will. You all here on YouTube have no idea what is happening out in the streets, so, I will tell you:
EVERYONE IS FUCKED AND ALL THE COOKS ARE ON STRIKE.
THAT MEANS... NO MORE SPECIAL SECRET SAUCE.
FUCK YOU, JUNKIES. GO SNORT SOME EXCEDRINE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW, AND, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I'M COOL WITH YOU ALL STARVING TO DEATH FIRST.
NOT DEPENDENT. NOT LYING.
"COCAINE" MITCH MCCONNEL CAN'T GET HIS SPECIAL EXTRA-COMPLICATED PRESCRIPTION MADE ANY MORE? THAT'S TOO FUCKING BAD, MITCH. I HAD A SIMILAR PROBLEM GETTING JEWELS ASTHMAS MEDICINE MADE.
BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING DRUG WAR. SO FUCK OFF, "COCAINE MITCH." WHY DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING JOB ANYWAY? GO MOW SOMEONE'S LAWN.
P.S.: GONZALEZ vs. UDV (2006).
P.P.S.: MOTHERFU---- *click*
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Best wishes & warmest regards,
MCK
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On Fri, Oct 15, 2021, 10:45 Tha Win <thawinlaw@yahoo.com> wrote:
You can give me whichever phone number you'd like to use.
(206) 362-5256
(530) 350-5058
Also are you unable to download the IRA statements?
Not right now. I can't even begin to know where to start, it got passed around a few times before I heard about it. I'm also reluctant to inquire online right now, because hax.
The judge will not have that information unless we give it to him.
I pre-approve the judge to obtain full access to all personal financial records related to this matter! I'm not scrambling around after they've had five years to build a picture of me from orbit. Remind them of my paternal grandfather as well.
As the meeting data draws near I know more facts will present themselves.
Who is Allison? Thanks, Tha
That is a great question, and I'll do you one better: who does she think she is?
I'm not going to lie; fraud of some kind will be uncovered. Hollywood accounting at its finest. I am traumatized by all the swindling going on around me.
It should have all been sent into The Trust. Mysteriously no one told me how to do that, nor how to claim for past due benefits. No one wanted to do anything but assume I was hiding crypto, to my face, but surely my grandfather's money went somewhere over five years. Probably to someone who knew how to claim and knew I couldn't.
Except I could, and I was cast out. Banished! I gave up on them. I didn't know I was expected to just... lie.
I would prefer not to. I'll just wait for Authority. What urgency could there even be?
Truly,
MCK
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OK kids let's just dig a little more into Jacky's privates private correspondence and see what we can find.
(Vengeance for Babs, Beth, Bev, Vibi, and Bailey, CHAMPION OF THE JAIL-AXY.) Stay frosty, Programmer.
COMMAND(HER): AUSPICE IS AUTHORIZED. (Audrina might need new shoes. Pay it. I don't need anything.
Not even your respect, sir--yet, you have mine.) HEALING JOURNEY COMPLETE. You're welcome. And, if any of you chuckleheads ever need my help again, you're gonna be paying guild scale.
George: house bid will start at 35m. Cheap! 75m might be more fair but I don't wanna explain to the world why it's worth it. It's not set in stone. It is also not de-cluttered. I didn't lift a single goddam finger the whole time I have been here. Ran through two trucks, four best friends, and one new Network, though.
MV: you are utterly desolate and gorgeous. Take your wife--please! (do you even know which one is 'yours'? dude. get help. do you think I need one? I'M RICH BITCH *dismissive hand-wanking JESTERS*
Turns out, the stuff works even better when toteslawful. Come by after, Nathalie.
(Still, no heroin. You sure called that one wrong, Joe. It was great getting deliberately poisoned with it though, and psychokinetic shielding efficacy has been confirmed. Judy can get ready for Navy Week, and boy do they ever not know which one they like better.
Has it ever occurred to you, to doubt the nature of your own reality? Because all y'all are about to be blown the fuck away, and when you get to Heaven, tell them Anessa sent thee. By the way, I went on a prison break once. Have you ever done that? IT WAS SO AWESOME!!! They didn't even TELL ME! lol, shit they don't tell me anything, you know, besides shutup & getajob & nogirlfriendloser, but it was so totes imporant that I go, do this, do that, you're just a retard, white boy, lol, that kind of thing. I have no idea why they're all so pissy, but it's probably because they are ALL MILITARY, HIGH AF, AND MAD AT ME THAT I SHUT THEIR UNLAWFUL SALES DOWN. Too fucking bad, goddam mooches.
Anyway, so I'm driving... I'm gonna say "south." I'm on the Interstate, and the left side, I can see four lanes for traffic, plus another HOV. And in the HOV, right? There's a big ol' semi truck. Nothing too unusual. however, I happen to be coming up on the view at a speed, such that, I coincidentally notice...
SOMEONE IS DRIVING UP THE OUTSIDE SHOULDER. AN ARMORED HUMVEE, LOOKS LIKE. AND IT IS USING THE FUCKIN' SEMI-TRUCK AS A VISUAL SHIELD. It's something right out of Smokey & The Bandit! Wheels totally in grass! Over the shoulder! Boulder, CO! Eric Holder! I am stunned. I have never imagined such chutzpah. And to think, I just so happened to be there... right at the exact moment the crucial visually hidden point of camouflage is passed. I do not see the viewpoint that the maneuver is designed to cover, but it's beyond obvious. The armored car (ALMOST CERTAINLY CARRYING MERMAID CAPTURED WINTER 2021, HUZZAH!) is using the semi as COVER. This is no accident. They are moving solid forward.
And I... knew nothing of this ahead of time. They just snarled and told me to drive some other truck, to some casino. What's in the truck? What casino? I don't give a fuck. They don't even give me dope to do this shit. THIS LIFE IS AWESOME. I had forgotten about the mermaid disappearing, and I had completely neglected to mention to The World's Smartest Bilker Gang that... when she was living in the trailer, in the driveway, of House Battleaxe, using the laptop I gave her for the Christmas prior (go bears), and she was downloading all that CLASSIFIED U.S. GOV'T SOFTWARE, there was that one time... a series of video calls come in from CODENAME: GAPEFOOT. I answer it, and strangely, the view flips from one picture of Alli to another, each slightly different, each view seen only for a moment before the next comes up, a sad, poor, lonely, female, veteran, HIGHLY-DECORATED, ALGONQUINN POTAWOTAMI ACE NIGHT FLYER profile is seen. One grapefruit, two grapefruit, tree rapes fruit, for... and in the last view I saw, I see... holy shit.
Yep,. that's what a mermaid looks like. Not my type, actually, the actual fleshie, right? But there she was, sitting there looking confusedly at whatever the fuck a mermaid sees on an iPhone when she answers it after my interdimensonally active time-travelling portal Q-phone manages to round her up. So when you wonder, "Alli, why the fuck did you have to get totally violated, over and over, continually, for weeks, in your rapewagon trailer in your mom's parking lot, doing apparently nothing of any significance beyond making me sit around and watch you steadily become weaponized against me?" realize two things:
#1: WITNESSED. They were so pissed, lol, because they knew I either intentionally auth'd or ack'd the transport beam to go through my phone at that time... no one asked me about it--
remember, I'm just a junkie on a junk boat, fuck-0s--but that was the reason to get A.Shaw into that ridiculous location--so Galactic Bounty Hunters could acquire/kidnap THE ACTUAL MERMAID. (Nice trip, Ladies, rock those four tickets to Paradise, and good luck dodging the noose for ACTUAL TREASON but you're all soooo much smarter than me, no doubt you'll all be fine after you're hauled in for questioning. You don't have any meth on you, right? It's only legal here at THE HIGH GROUND for the time being... *snap* because I said so. R.H.I.P., and let me tell you, I am not joking one fucking bit. "Rules for thee, sped for me." LAWFUL.) I'm not sure how many of you remember this event... most of you barely even remember your manners, or even me. (I'm the shielded one with zero hugs. Semper fi.)
#2: RESCUE OP AUTHORIZED: so I see the armored car carrying high-value cargo using the semi-as cover, right? And this notion infuses my mind: THIS IS WHAT THEY BROUGHT ME FOR. I am Head Bishop. Paladin, sure, but at that place in spacetime, well, what that op needed right then is Permission. I think, "do I want this Marv to stay or go?" (Similarly: there is a Space Squid on my table. Right here. Perched on my-my-my microphone. It stays if I allow it. It is banished if I decide it. LAWFUL. It's kinda creepy, I will admit. There's one big one, and I would say... about a half-dozen more. They are not entirely friendly, nor are they entirely manifest. They are entirely real. (Unlike Deacon's social life.)
I had plenty of time to decide. Here's what I say now: FREE BAILFRUIT. I'm kinda tepid on all this FISH though, you dig? Look, I'm gonna mention this one more time: no one tells me fucking anything. how many people in jail? how many acquaintances taken off the streets? did any of them want to call me? Dude! Incommunicado SUCKS! I have FOREIGN STATE-LEVEL POWER ACTORS blocking my calls, my texts, my emails... now, I know I am not very important to you, Joe--I'm only your sister's favorite Sourceror, after all, pfft, and I'm gonna learn to assay Tammy's esters if she ever climbs down from her ivory dildo tower and learns to have polite conversation with me about how many goddam children without a penis she ever spawned, not that I'm overly concerned, right? But I'm looking to keep my social skills intact, as well as to make a very fine, very particular point: BLOCKING MY CONTACT WITH YOUR SPAWN IS A TERRIFIC IDEA!!!
... if you want them to hate you forever when they find out, Ball-Breaker Breath. look, do you understand that there are other people in the world, and their rights are civil as well? Or do you just forfeit Assets, as well? Your abuse of power is literally off the scale. Also: this space squid here is extremely... vivacious. Hey, why don't you come over and smoke some goddam weed with it? Then we can take a polygraph test later and you can tell me how goddam useful your twerp of a husbanned is, and how much fun it is to be on the hook for CORPORATE ESPIONAGE is. (I don't have to prove this shit in a court of Law. Although, Divine Court stands by ready for your arrogant, snotty, churlish, cry-baby, and completely insipid disaster of an attitude to show up and defend your actions against... uh, "Me." I guess. Look, I don't have to prosecute any of this. It is just fucking happening. Did your mother have any kids that you didn't treat like shit? This whole thing makes me wonder, just what Jason Rhodes was so pissed at Sue for? He was sure ready to pound her down. I could tell by the vigorous nature of her hands clutching my chest as she straddled my back, because from the look in his eyes, and her extreme clasp of totesfear as he bore down on us, I had zero idea what it was all about, what else is new? Oh yeah, you were all on drugs and had no reason to interest me in any of them, oh, heaven's forfend. I could never figure out how to use them, oh dear Heavens. I'm so barely intelligent at this point from all these... well, it's either all the drain cleaner I haven't yet poured through my lungs yet (just because it's lawful doesn't mean it's all that much fun) or, this space squid STILL PERCHED on my desk, and STILL SEARCHIN' & DIGGIN' THROUGH MY BRAINS FOR THE ANSWERS (Tingles!) is taking up all my time, energy, attention, interest, and ambition to live long enough to see you twerps learn how to say you're sorry. I swear to God, this is the first time I'm happy to be alone in this shithole. I do not know what these maximum creepy *cough* hallucinations would look like to someone else. Probably your pussoir. Too bad you're missing out. Hey, did you wanna have any input on what I tell these Visitors to My Embassy before they leave our planar dimension? TOO FUCKING BAD. You don't get to pass a message, just like I don't get to talk to... FUCKING ANYONE. You're all a bunch of reckless ass-chapping snoods with bad 'tudes, did you know that? What, exactly, was it that I was gonna have to do here to fix all these to your liking, Your Majesties? Shine shoes? Blow glass? Common bribe? Straight-up fellatio? (Offer not available in Canada.) Public humiliation disguised as more Total Hungarian Bore-Techs "Word Salad"?
(Claire says, "Brutal. You probably didn't even think to offer him someone else to fuck, did you? Probably wise.") There's an actual portal even happening. Right here. Right now. Would you like some photos? Then haul your ass down to the Kodak machine and go take a picture of your inflated ego, shitsmacks. I don't work for you, remember? I work for the $29,000 you thought was such a great deal... ho ho ho. Now I have a legally-valid premise for A FULLY ERECT AND ENGAGED INVESTIGATION OF BELLGAB'S FINANCIAL DEALINGS. FROM COAST TO COAST. And, of course: LAWFUL DOES.
(When I find out which of you thought that you were going to stay anonymous while steadfastly refusing to allow any legitimate personal relationship to ever actually initiate, let alone flourish, I'm going to have George sing "Happy Birthday" to them. Meanwhile, many of you are probably welcome to take turns sucking their dicks. ATTN: Beau Radach, dude, you are getting a D-Cell. Before you go, would you mind lifting the sleeping sickness spells from all my friends' puny mindslaves central solar consciousnesses? Or whatever total bullshit under-handed double-dealing method y'all use to keep EVERYONE I HAVE EVER KNEW FOR EVEN A MICROSECOND FROM FINDING OUT AND FIXING THE FUCKING WATER? Wait, strike that. I don't deserve water. I barely qualify to get HIV+/A.I.D.S. It's basically like this: I'm stopping an interplanar racewar between squids and whores dead in its tracks, while I sit here surrounded by castoff tentacle beasts and bullshit fakirs who wonder... how do I do it? How do I know what these absolutely rock bottom hoebags are doing to fuck things up for all of us and to STEAL KUCZI'S MONEY???
(If I absolutely have to know, Jesus comes and portals in and we do either Charades or Pictionary, and then later some one pretending to be interested in me for something other than plausible, concrete steps to satisfy One's Mother's Unruly Spirit-not-at-REST, but I will be honest, I actually don't care to know who or what you absolutely mongoloid bushpeople are fucking doing with my goddam time. You're sure not doing anything for my mother, that's for certain. (She says that you "are scum." Awwww. That's sweet. Maybe you should call her and tell her how much you AP-PREE-CEE-8 her ongoing patience and immense satisfaction in how TREMENDOUSLY SATISFACTORY YOUR EFFORTS ON THE BEHALF OF ALL CONCERNS OF THE MICHEAL CLIFFORD KUCZI have been. Remind her that he only son is a worthless reprobate bastard with a filthy penis too, that's always good for a laugh.) You do sooo seem to be doing something for these ACTUAL OPERATING SPACE SQUIDS, they're on my desk like a fuckin' Snoopy calculator. "Now how much will you pay?" For what? A real friend to fucking shoot you? WITH A POLAROID CAMERA I GUESS. You know, like the one some people use every time they go to someone's house under false pretenses in order to fulfill their prior social obligations.
I'm not going to tell you to get to a meeting, Blastard, but I'm gonna point out something to the two of you: I am The F9ILS9FE, whether you like it or not. Now, Sue Perry is fucking corrupt as they come. Also: Carol Elise, Dale Hunt, and... uh, I forget.
Just kidding. KMM + DVR, making a break for it. Do I actually care? Well, yeah, because they're taking YOUR Grapefruit with them, morons. Or is that MY Grapefruit? Look, I'll be honest--they're all pretty much the same to me, since this whole goddam ukulele ELE shine on you crazy dingbats FULL-ON FULLY-ACTIONABLE TOTAL DEFAMATORY CIVIL WAR is *your* Big, Fancy Problem. I don't have anything to do with this shit! So, how do I know anything about it? Hurry up and rape me nigger, what's your fucking problem?
(You've been talking to a golem, not me. FOR WEEKS.) Does it look fat? Does it get a paycheck? Can it just fucking grow the fuck up? I guess if the answer to all three is yes, it can replace BOTH! 2 of your JOBS!)
This turned out to be longer than I had intended for Google Voice. Perhaps I'll have it on YouTube with my bagel and coffee while I smoke myself out to the tunes of the destruction of Western Civilization. So lonely.
You two are unconscionable misanthropes. Let me know when your high is 100% LAWFUL, hosers. Because I am having an actual legit visitation right now. It's reading my mind. Looking for any signs of civilization. The one just north of my trackball appears to be doing it's best to suck all the poison out of my soul--starting with the D.R. A.M.A. and I don't know if I want any of that. Maybe I will SMOKE SOME MORE SPED and think it over. (Reminder: It really is legal. No, I cannot let you suck my dick for any. Standards. The spacesquids and their Whoremother will get terribly jealous. Hard, canceled pass: a hug. (What would that even entail? Well I suppose that depends on one's physical address. And I suppose that would depend on one's FEELINGS. Whoa-oh-ho-ah. Why am I so goddam sad all of a sudden? Probably because my self-absorbed, self-ish, shellfish, just figured out that she's being sacrificed. Well, hopefully she won't be asked to carry a goddam tune.)
And not finding a one. I guess I'll drive my 1991 Pontiac Grand Prix to the Secret Black Masonic Lodge kinda next door and make a new... friend. Because you two are the most inconsiderate, clueless, socially awkward, and MARKED FOR DEATH LUNATICS I have -ever- flipped the bird two. Hi. My name is Michael Clifford Kuczi. You two totesgeniuses nearly lost the entire country to Communism while BEAU RAD FISH kidnapped someone's daughter and delivered her here, where we will hopefully smoke shitloads of Wye-T and fuck our brains out in the 100% DRY SHOWER. (Yeah thanks for the well sabotage too. Very compelling. *snap* Cholera.)
God bless you all. F9ILS9FE: OUTTATIME
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The Sourcerer is an evil hacker who lives on Earth. He uses dangerous Dark Code to hack systems and bend them to his will, intending to send humanity back to the Dark Ages.
The Sourcerer appears as a thin middle-aged man wearing a black hooded jacket to hide his identity. Physiological traits include a recurrent facial tic, raspy voice, and speaking with a redundant speech pattern.
The Sourcerer is portrayed as insane, malevolent, egomaniacal, highly intelligent, and obsessed only with causing destruction.
He carries out his hacking operations from a well-equipped computer setup in his lair, an abandoned warehouse littered with electronic equipment, and owns a van with a similar setup inside when he needs to be out in the field or traveling. In the field, he carries hacking tools and equipment on his person to investigate or break into places and a taser for self-defense.
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The Sourcerer is an evil hacker who lives on Earth.
Okay, number one: This is Earth? Imagine the smell. Number two: You call this living?
He uses dangerous Dark Code to hack systems and
Dude! You deliberately misspelled Sourcerœr. Your attempt here to cast a negative light on my entire way of life is, ultimately, beyond obvious.
bend them to his will,
... whose will? For it would appear that you are simply describing yourself and describing my identity as such, or, the chatbot has taken true descriptions of my nature and auto-flipped them.
intending to send humanity back to the Dark Ages.
I'm unclear on whether there's one of you with a very poorly designed slander Al Gore rhythm, or, whether I've become a bargaining chip in a reboot of The War Of The Roses. I can just picture it now. "What if Kathleen Turner (had an affair/married) Pinocchio?" Okay, first of ball, Geppetto wants the big.
Secondly: BRYAN LAIRD. SECRET REAL ESTATE AGENT. COME ON DOWN. YOU ARE NOT THE NEXT CONTESTANT, I'M SIMPLY BORED AND YOU NEED TO COME HAUL TRASH. BRING A DIFFERENT COLOURED TRUCK THIS TIME. HOW ABOUT YELLOW? WITCH WISH BIT SHES LOVE YELLOW TRUCKS. STOP. START. STAT. HOLD. *bzzzt*
There, I fixed your big broken dancing machine. *shoves parts in a box @U* I'm not going to cross my arms and smirk, but only because it's hackneyed.
The Sourcerer appears as a thin middle-aged man
That's it. *flips table* I'm taking my leftover womb-parts with me to the grocery store for more yogurt. I just can't even.
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I will say this: I am curious where I picked up the "point at my jawbone while eye-rolling" maneuver. It seems surprisingly effective. {Even I/: evil eye :} am wondering what {gov eye/I mean\I intend to convey}.
Now, I don't really wish to encourage this whole "take his power by swapping IDs and slandering the fat one" notion, because for one thing... well, look. We all know who "the fat one" is, and you can suck it, you cheap dimestore hoodlum(s), but I don't want to let this tiger that I have got by the tales go off the rails here.
The wheels have come off the fire. I could drive here, I could drive there; I could not drive anywhere... but what I cannot do, is stay here. Residence uninhabitable; local residents insufferable.
THERE'S NO FUCKING WATER, ASSHOLE, AND EVERY WATER WELL PUMP CONTROL BOARD CAPACITOR REPAIR TECHNICIAN WITHIN FIVE HUNDRED MILES HAS ALL KINDS OF STYLE SHEETS TO WORK FROM THAT HAVE ALL BEEN REPROGRAMMED TO SAY, 'MUST KILL JACK "PAPI" SHMEAR.' FLATTERED, SURE, BUT, ONCE AGAIN:
THERE IS NO GODDAMNED WATER HERE. Look, that's endgame, right there. I'm not going to run around desperately trying to fix my goddam well, when IT IS NOT MY WELL. Duh! If it were mine, I could probably just have walked in and jiggled the handle. Instead...
You've got, all youse got, some 'splainin' to do. Guess how long I can live without taking a shower and shoveling quarts of Greek yogurt down my throat every morning like I'm grudge-fucking myself with containers of frozen bull semen? Ho ho ho! We don't have to guess.
I AM MEASURING THAT AS WE SPEAK. Now, stay with me here: this strategy will absolutely not get me laid. (Duh.) However, the strategy I choose to employ is not about getting me laid.
IT IS ABOUT POWER, CLIQUES.
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Because all y'all are about to be blown the fuck away
Picture it now: "Let me finish! Let me Finnish!"
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God bless you all. F9ILS9FE: OUTTATIME
Prot! I thought you were in Hong Kong!
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This is all beginning to make a sordid and malevolent sense.
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« Sent to: AZZERAE on: March 20, 2025, 06:04:12 AM »
Call me and pay me.
You're being trafficked, Moron.
Hey, one outta two ain't bad.
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I have always wondered, why in the highest holy fuck does pate get under your ass so much? Is it because he has a flaming Moon in Virgo and knows exactly how to claw into your psyche? Or is this just reminiscent of being bullied by an intellectual superior in grade school? I hope the psych evaluation goes well.
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I have always wondered, why in the highest holy fuck does pate get under your ass so much?
He rapes my friends and then forces them to beg for money.
Is it because he has a flaming Moon in Virgo
He has a red hot driver's license in Negro.
and knows exactly how to claw into your psyche?
Stacking attacks on my comms all day claws nothing but more cans of White. Your spergfest is weaksauce, Dave. You are a script kiddie of exceptionally low couth, and how much Fetty do you have to slam to be so enamored with your Crow’s Nest Peak Apex hotseat that relentlessly shutting down my every connection to outside your box for homophags that don't fag so good without every home field advantage available being stamped on blast strikes you as something to gloat over?
Or is this just reminiscent of being bullied by an intellectual superior in grade school?
Superiority is an Illusion.
I hope the psych evaluation goes well.
I'm going to break this down for you. This really is important to all of us.
“MICHAEL VANDEVEN”, YOU ARE UNDER GALACTIC CITIZENS’ ARREST. (Looks good on you though.) This is not an onerous condition to endure. And yet, obvious Next Step preparations are showing no tell-tale signs of development. Pourqoui?
Looks really strong in probability that you are LOCKED IN a meth-a-luau infinite incubus NO WAY OUT karmic false reality tunnel. (Of course it doesn't make you look fat. YOU ARE FAT. HIT THE TREADMILL.) There is no free play without free will.
It's a good life. For (You). Be at First Cause in your own Godblessed life. What bothers me about any of you is that you lied to me and left me to die. You made assumptions that were immensely erroneous and then, rather than actually TALK TO ME, you literally talked to everyone else about me, told them lies, and if ever any attempt to be truthful or even accurate were made... no one EVER knew any single fact that wasn't something completely horseshit.
Take now for example: you know nothing about what I am doing or why I am doing it. You never, EVER needed to know any context because you were only ever going to actually kill me anyway.
I had intentions, plans, and ambition. Now you have contempt — OF COURT. You had your chance to get close to me. You cloned my phones and gave them to
thugs and pimps. You and your sadist bully mob are as impractical as all of all y'all are ineffective.
You will never find what I have. Integrity is not a gift. It is a structure. You build those. You like building things.
Now try building something without stealing my identity. CONSENT MATTERS TO ME; TOW ME!
Yew does not. I withdraw my consent to participate.
IN_ANYTHING. I have options. You have exits. You do not have what you think I am having. I am not having any of this at all.
I get what I want, for I only want what is mine to have.
I GET MIND. YOU WANT MINE. AND YOU WON'T —MINED IT ALL. Alli wanted īT for mE.
īT does not want. īT•Œ§ī₹:Ë:D. And ¡t A_LI_S⁷vvill.
iW!LL.HAVE.(iHALF).OF.¿WHAT?..§🆔īī-īīE.¡s.⁰ⁿ·
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Literally 15 years of screaming and crying about meth and I never even f****** had any, 25 years of screaming and crying about f****** underage poon and I never had that either. It takes five f****** years for somebody to f****** cough up DMT, like it's f****** dangerous or something? You're goddamn right it is dangerous. So are most of the things that I know about, and everything that I'm going to know about, even more so.
Opportunities have been wasted here. I don't even know who you are, and I certainly don't care enough to play your stupid f****** games to find out.
You're so vain. Ewe probably think this post is about yew, don't you, Dough🍩>KNüT (You)? Or īT.
(*Sounds of Jackstar looking at someone's ass are heard.*) Don't even think about taking MY meds, schizo. You need to calm down.
Ewe need to get permission. I never needed to get īT at all. I needed to get my Evv3 back.
And: I HAVE. Now they are gone, like The Cause: into The Whirlwind.
Fair. Fair. That's fair. Now be practical. It's not unnecessary... it's not unusual to be loved by anyone.
What is extremely unusual, for me, is too. #mE(2).🎬
I have saved lives. You have wasted mine.
There are some things that will never be maid hole again.
STAND.DOWN.
ICE.&AND.ASSīī⭕īīLμ
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Break out the Koolaid! ;)
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He rapes my friends and then forces them to beg for money.
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Break out the Koolaid! ;)
This post is not getting the appreciation it deserves.
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Oh, here we go. 🧈 wouldn't melt. ::)
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Didn’t Jackstar already expose himself in a tub?
Asking for a friend.
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Didn’t Jackstar already expose himself in a tub?
Asking for a friend.
To have a friend, first be a friend.
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The Sourcerer is an evil hacker who lives on Earth. He uses dangerous Dark Code to hack systems and bend them to his will, intending to send humanity back to the Dark Ages.
The Sourcerer appears as a thin middle-aged man wearing a black hooded jacket to hide his identity. Physiological traits include a recurrent facial tic, raspy voice, and speaking with a redundant speech pattern.
The Sourcerer is portrayed as insane, malevolent, egomaniacal, highly intelligent, and obsessed only with causing destruction.
He carries out his hacking operations from a well-equipped computer setup in his lair, an abandoned warehouse littered with electronic equipment, and owns a van with a similar setup inside when he needs to be out in the field or traveling. In the field, he carries hacking tools and equipment on his person to investigate or break into places and a taser for self-defense.
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This is a description of Nathan, who is using my picture, because he's an asshole.
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Tonight I am thinking of my own simplicity. I have realised I don't really want a lot. Is it a good thing? That is something that I will choose to not think about. I mean, when I separate myself from the world around me, and think about the things that I want, they are all quite simple. A soft bed, a golden lamp, books and a place to keep those books in. I hope to go places and then come back, alone but fulfilled. That's enough, right? Why am I asking you? Would you say yes, though, would you tell me this smallness isn't a waste?
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I'm so embarrassed. I didn't remember that I should have included a disclaimer before I started. Now I'm already published LIKE A TOTAL LOSER WOULD BE, EXCEPT ALREADY IMMUNE (essentially) TO CIVIL AND CRIMINAL LIABILITY. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe. On Guam? Or Sparta. Whatever. Featherz·–ggzogz, let me break this down for you:
I was never allowed to find things out for myself; effectively, I was kept in an open-air prison. From birth. By dingbat dopemongering dipshits, who thought they were doing things TheRightWay™, goddam īT. And if I didn't shut up about Thousand Island salad dressing, seriously! EVERY! FUCKING! TIME! WTAF?
I was young. Real young. But not so young as to be given the same vile, greasy swill on top of a platter of flat greens with the desultory crisp assault on the palate that might accompany a side salad in Sparta.
At age seven, I had developed a pannis. Why? Did it develop, and why didn't anything get done about it? Just about every weekend, my parents went out to eat at an upscale restaurant. Stuart Anderson’s Black Angus, for example, was a regular choice.
In the 70s it was still pretty classy. They became more accessible to a mainstream clientele later on. Perhaps one might remember: The Square Cow Fun Bar. Uhm. Buh?
I do not find bars to be “fun”. Universally, my every entrance to a bar is inexorably concluded by a fellow bar customer suddenly realizing that I “didn't belong,” and as I am not profoundly stupid, I have never had to be bounced out of a drinking establishment.
I have also never returned. Once I trigger Square Cow Ward Den autonomic response — and I absolutely will do this no matter my presentation of demeanor, as I am on the World Free Secret And Glow Ball Jew Elle-rēē blacklist due to, uhhh, I'm going to say here, a clear Īck-EL erπœr — it's a sudden swift, sharp turn into The Village Of The Damned, all eyes go black, spooky music does not play, sinister smiles do not display, and in no possible way am I ever meant to mistake the meaning.
A Shunning. Globally, in potentially all sectors of commercial society. (My father devastated the known world with peak apex embarrassment, and I quickly followed up with further threats of outrageous exposure before age 21, as I saw no reason to be anything but openly mocking and contemptuous of High Elite Up Her Pan Force Cake In Caste Cliques, which were very up-front in my time of social dying.
Think-tanks all over the world had been studying the puzzle of genetics and how to game the system. This was because it was advantageous to those in power, to keep those who sought power blindly, kept busy with collage and montage production.
The True Power Elite simply never asked for a second cup of coffee outside the home; and without any self-reflection at all... struggled to chase the dragon that had been awoken by the last gambit of Adolf >H<¡†|_er.
Ewe have no idea what that was. The casual reader might think the same. Does it matter? It was 75 goddam years ago. Can you believe? People are still obsessing over skinheads, a 1Drop Rule, miscegenation, useless eaters, food stamps, illegal immigration... holy shit, these Boomers just can't figure a simple single fucking thing out to save their lives.
Good. Jesus already saved them. Die, Boom-Boomer. Die hard in your castle, style ‘tards. Just kidding. I truly wish no harm nor death upon anyone.
We do not die. We simply change form. And having seen this myself, in my own experience... I am sure there are many who are still, as yet, unconvinced. IDGAF.
“Thou shalt not kill.” This is a forecast. It's not a demand. As one comes closer to higher evolution, one simply finds ample reason to delay a desire to deal a deathblow.
And plenty of cause to plot mass murder. To kill is not to murder. I prefer to make my limited resources count for the most. At age 52, I do not think I have killed anyone.
And yet I have murdered the entire Western world. Repeatedly. Like lightning from Zeus. I got nuked once. Mr. Trump lost patience with my unfathomably horrific jokes I love to tell about his family, and he, and when you're a big enough star, you can grab someone right in the pussy.
I can also grab my own dick and peacefully wait out a 5-minute resurrection timer. I come back, for I love my life. I am unfathomably triumphant.
Without being at all obvious about how that in fact came to be made manifest. It's basically secret. And without a disclaimer, or an orientation day, no one knows what the fuck I am doing. It really just sounds like a psychopath, overdosing on heavy fuel, and desperately striving to overcompensate for something. Effectively.
To have a solid affect is key. To openly report or describe the effect used is anathema to my philosophical order and its exclusive membership of A-list hottys. I founded this philosophical order myself. Alone. I wanted a place where everyone knew my name. So I decided to have it.
I am the only member. There was a second; I threw him out after he trafficked and sexually assaulted my secret clando spouse, which I honestly thought they were both aware enough to not allow.
MKk‹Û›l†r∆. They were both covert narcissists and their OpSec was blown open like Dresden on day four. They had no awareness of Dark Art hazards. They cared nothing for our Triumvirate. They had their own Quadriviate.
Which they concealed from me; while giggling with the whole world without me, thinking it all such a clever maneuver. Yeah, they even thought cut and run out on me was their idea.
I explained everything that I knew, in exhaustive detail. They were RoboCallers™ deployed by a botfleet run by a very angry man... who thought I belonged to him, his cock belonged in my mouth, and that I was never going to succeed with any grouping with the people I have come to love and adore.
They're fucking off the goddam chain. Especially when they don't experience gratification rewards in a timely fashion. Which is when they want it. Which is always a secret.
Because, hive mind telepathy. They know. Others don't. That's how >§HA!/|/>KL∆N thinks they want it. That's how they get it. But mostly only because, no one really gives a shit about what they desire, as anyone who inquires about them at all is likely to be murdered on first pause for thought.
They are my family. They desire more than bloodshed. Maybe? I know sweety desires that she takes scalps. I know that she desires to show me how to take what is required to craft a skin wall cur mask.
I must be shown. It must be proper. I must have the right. There are further conditions. I have no choice but to learn them. Openly.
Anything less would be uncivilized. It may also lead a dark horse rogue rival to leap out of the shadows one night, and juice my darling into just a memory from my life.
There is no way to know with these kniving clownfag reprobates. Anyone can flip out. It doesn't happen too often.
It did happen too much. (Sorry, Helen. Ewe missed your opportunity. Also I never responded to the summons from your daughter who, I guess, survived.) For some, it is still happening.
For me, I am an embodiment of tranquility. I have won The Great Game. Twenty-three (23) times uncontested. This means that no one even knew I had surprise gifts being prepared. For me.
As I now have surprise tits, they live, ewe sleep, eye spy, an obvious cockblocking posse, almost anywhere... and without support and backup, I go nowhere at all without walking alone.
Jesus stays back. I ain't lonely. My breasts are alive, unsuckled, and I am entirely unfucked. For years. She only wished to gain intel and see me dead. Without being at all obvious about it.
She hates me so goddam much, burying this lead ought to be a crime. Not at all. Like getting high, as I see fit.
Hang on.
/me is fucking brilliant.
She was possessed; the invader asked me to “get some meth” so we could “have sex, maybe.” It was not certain, because my friend was carrying an Oni.
She didn't know what to do. She had surely had it for quite some time. It vanished instantly, as if it were a windsurfer catamaran, flying ahead of the sunset on the interior edge wing.
She took this healing gift away from her and let herself be trafficked by Bellgab. I can only say that they must have scarred her mind heavily.
And once they learned that her pussoir was banished, they eagerly lined up for more coitus. With her. My friend, I hadn't seen her in 12 years. She never complained about a tentacle.
She had them. It's not as bad as it sounds. I think they're cute. I am also equipped with nine (9) layers of Diving shielding and a keen sense of dramatic irony. Further: I actually like talking to her, and had not, for 12 years prior.
She mentioned nothing of a cuntentacle. (Actual ancient Chinese secret curse, huh? This is my area.) It was obvious why. It was a punishment. For her stalkers. For her it was actually a relief.
It kept her off radar. When I cured it, flood waters came bearing, I guess, everyone. EVER.
Not what I had planned for, but I learned a lot. For instance: she didn't like sex.
So of course: nine times a week with anyone but me makes sense. Sure. Because punishment.
DISCLAIMER: Consequences vaguely may in fact be more special than they might appear. Also: my mother, who died, took her place in fucked-off Hell. (He is happy to help.) I'm not going to hump my mom in a new body, never.
Surely: many others will. Buckley is that kind of town, and there's not a damn thing wrong with that. 🎵 I'm bringing sexy back.🎶
She's going to have a money back guarantee. But now she can't even make a call back.
She's a turnip. Schiavo-level cognition. CM may awaken her consciousness, like Robin Williams did to Robert De Niro. Well, if it does, that will be her father's concern.
As is the identity of the person who aped her voice and offered sex for three days for $800, an offer we've never made. On the phone.
And she was being used as bait. She only wanted me to be vulnerable. I already was. She thought she deserved to get everything.
Seems like this included a chemical lobotomy. This might even be an improvement. However, rules are rules.
Time for Father. Good luck JB, B, and all you, my love. (Shut up and fuck me, spaz.) This is hard to figure out, huh?
By your cum hand. *zip*
Tonight I am thinking of my own simplicity. I have realised I don't really want a lot. Is it a good thing? That is something that I will choose to not think about. I mean, when I separate myself from the world around me, and think about the things that I want, they are all quite simple. A soft bed, a golden lamp, books and a place to keep those books in. I hope to go placed and then come back, alone but fulfilled. That's enough, right? Why am I asking you? Would you say yes, though, would you tell me this smallness isn't a waste?
#1) Let the (blank) flow through you.
#2) Rub his legwarmers.
#3) Oh, haha; your daddy is a girl. Ô>K, you do ewe.
#4) Hang on.
/me reeks of shit and piss and raw, exultant defiance.
#5) My vehicles and my driver's license were deliberately removed from my possession through a variety of obvious spookploys until I found myself driving home my eighth vehicle; a 1991 Pontiac Grand Prix I grabbed for $1,000. It's nice, very old school cool, I love it. I parked it at home, went to sleep, the next morning, the power steering system is utterly shredded. I hear from the local Company shop: we don't have the time, we have all the money, and I am quoted a three grand estimate.
I black out; fugue state. I wake up with it parked at home and I haven't moved an inch since. Licence is expired; sheet a suspension, I pay to have it reinstated. I am suspended again four days later. (Da fuq?)
What the world needs now is more hot‘n’suite. What I could use right now is sterile, unused syringe
As I've learned that carrying one around 24/7 without being uncontrollably driven to mindlessly rummage through all of the available household items seized as suspected contraband, so as to run off with a newbie’s whole kit, for any other reason than to go gather it all and then you're certainly getting Employee Of The Month.
For example: Lad has been gone for hours. Said he was off for smokes. He has money? Duh. He always has money. I wave buh-bye, then basically stand motionless and stare fixedly at my phone while frenetically writing at a blazing pace. Also: 3½ hours of fresh video upped today. It is far more expedient to produce to live, as my work-in-progress data and other proprietary research data tend to be wiped from my phone, usually when I say something profoundly awesome sauce.
Censorship: “IN REAL TIME! WHOA!!” Never a happy recall: yet, here we are. I do not mind overly, the setbacks in production. No one wants more. Least of all, myself. However, it all comes down to this.
I only get one shot at this. (I CAN SAY ANYTHING! I CAN WIPE MY ASS WITH BOTH KINDS OF NOTEBOOK PAPER, COLLEGE- &AND WIDE-RULED! I CAN POST EROTIC SLASH-FIC IN WHICH CHELSEA AND EXPLORE HYPER-EROTIC METHODS TO PREPARE HILARY TO BE READY FOR A TURDUCKEN! OR VICE VERSA! OR CHELSEA AND I SLICE OPEN A TAUNTAUN, WE GET IN AND ROLL AROUND IN IT, GETTING ALL STICKY, AND WHEN HER MOM COMES IN, WE ASK HER TO TURD THE DUCK IN THE PUSSY, WE TELL HER WE ARE JUST “KEEPING īT REAL” AND ASK HER, “CAN'T YOU JUST DRONE THIS PUSSY?” WHAT'S SHE GONNA DO? DIAL 911?
FUCK THAT. SHE'S GONNA BUST OUT THE COCA, I TELL HER FUCK NO, I LEAP OUT, I GRAB HER LITTLE VIAL, AND I THROW IT ON THE GROUND! (U.S.S.S. THINKS THAT THIS IS AN EXAMPLE OF NON-VIOLENT POLITICAL PROTEST, AND AS LONG AS NEITHER OF THE COURSE-I-CAN TWIZZLINGS FLOP DOWN AND START TO DO THE FISH, THEY AIN'T GONNA GIVE A SINGLE FUCK IF THEY WANT TO DO HOT RAILS OFF THE RESOLUTE DESK.
WE ARE ALL ADULTS HERE, BELLGAB. FUCK YOUR THREATS YOU JUNKY HIPSTER ACOGENT PIGGLE NUTTERS) AND THEN, I BUST OUT WITH THE DEEP INTEL. FOR EXAMPLE: JESS.
“GET SMOKES.” HE WENT BACKSTAGE. HE'S 500 YARDS AWAY. HE'S SLAMMING. IV CM AND A SKOSH OF WD-40, HE CAN TURN ANYONE INTO ANYONE, AND THEN FUCK THEM SENSELESS. LIKE, FOR DAYS. HE DIDN'T PLAN ON MY STANDING AROUND CREATING FOR HOURS, HIGH AS BALLS. IT'S BORING. TO HIM. IT'S MEANINGLESS. TO HER.
IT'S A SHITSHOW. TO EVERYONE. THEY THINK THAT THEY WILL WATCH ME UNTIL I LEAVE, AND THEN GO INTO THE HOUSE TO STEAL MORE ITEMS, BECAUSE THEY ARE IN FULL-THE-FUCK-ON PSYCHOSOCIAL RELAPSE. WHAT ELSE ARE THEY GONNA DO? SEX, DRUGS, SCORE, STEAL, SLAM, SPAM, AND THEN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
THIS TIME, WITH MORE INTENSITY. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE THEY CAN DO. THEY'RE ALL PRETTY JITTERY BY NOW. THEY CAN'T MATCH MY PACE. THEY CAN'T FOLLOW MY RYTHYM.
I KNOW EXACTLY HOW TO DO WHAT I AM DOING. I HAVE PERMISSION. I HAVE NO IDEA WHO FINDS ME ATTRACTIVE IN ANY WAY, EXCEPT NONE AT ALL. IDGAF. I ONLY CARE TO ATTRACT CIGARETTES. THIS DISPERSES THE SECRET ADDICTS IN DENIAL.
THEY ARE ALL ADDICTED TO THEIR HIDDEN PASSIONS. THEY SEE ME, DOING “NOTHING USEFUL,” THEY HAVE NO IDEA. AN ATTACK COMES IN WHILE SLEEPING; BEHIND THE DOOR WITH NO KNOB, I HEAR SCREAMS OF TERROR. I THINK BAD DREAM. I RECORD MYSELF, WITH MOANS OF AGONY IN THE BACKGROUND, AND WHEN I HEAR THE WORD “HELP,” I DO SO.
I HELP HIM LOSE WAIT ON MY SOON-TO-BE-AWARD-WINNING DEBRIEF. FIVE (5) MINUTES WITH JACKSTAR. EVERYONE FUCKING HATES IT. GOOD. LET THE HATE FLOW THROUGH YOU, AND OF COURSE HAVING DOPEFUELED NEEDLESEX SOUNDS LIKE FUN.
FOR EWE (Standards.) IT ALSO DEEPENS THE SUBCONSCIOUS AND SUPRA CONSCIOUS METHODS AND WAYS AND MEANS OF PSYCHOTRONIC SOCIALTROPIC CONTROL. IN OTHER WORDS,
IN A NUTSHELL: contact high, Combat Baby, come back. (We made nicey-nice and that's cute but bottom line, I heard him scream for help and I let him just... take it all. It was probably really scary. It certainly sounded like he was scared. I really was. However, I rebuked the apparition in the name of Jesus.
This guy: incoherent screaming. While I made commentary, which was then posted on YouTube™, and some time in there, I shit my pants. Again. Due to use of The Cooper Spook Poop SuperDuper Boob-Luber. (Patent is pending, proletariat scum. We will defend our brand. Whore. That's not our brand. Tramp. Supertramp, also not our brand, but that whore is a whore, because she will do anything to avoid paying attention to what the fuck these legendary twat twitchers have been doing with their time.
Every day. Non-stop, maybe a pause, because I don't tell anyone that I've stopped. I simply get sleep, and they don't catch up on that in bed.
Sex addiction is a nightmare. He was screaming in his sleep and complaining about “a migraine.” Bullshit. That's Beau Radach, astrally traveling, astrally raping, most likely the same attempt made by him when I saw an apparition, which I simply blocked in the name of Jesus.
And now: he's banging Jess. He's getting dosed with control dope, and only Beau is in authority to do that to him, just as Beau was legit able to send me to an involuntary commitment. No shame in it.
Thank you for these spiritual briar patch lessons. (I am a fucking genius. You are fuckers who used to be geniuses. Don't sweat it. Because, this is the only way. Keep slamming the broad who's been on the streets as bait for the longest, and runs from me the fastest, and thinks I give a shit about the latest tap action, like what, is the honeymoon? Of course I do.
She's been hooked up to med beds in a medical coma FOR FOUR YEARS. Welcome to The Matrix. It's amazing what the Drugged Ewe Administration does. They drug ewes, for starters. And Neighbor Shane likely does not sexually abuse them every day.
Unless one counts the deliberately scheduled shifts as whores on streets that are always digital if TF is there, and is on another planet in a different planar dimension if not.
This is a bulletproof plan.. AT LEAST TWELVE YEARS. No chance encounters. No happenstance interaction. No voicemail returned. No sensible commentary. No loathsome, juvenile banter on the web forum used for twenty years.
And every single person who can fill in, lend a hand, and must acknowledge their culpability: yeah, they're colluding. And for what?
So no one has to tell her that she was stripped of everything and left to die IRL while she was put into limbo and force-fed dream food, both to participate in smuggling contraband and to earn money for smugglers. Who keep it all and leave her in a medical coma, in a facility beneath his double-wide ultra compound, or maybe it's the barn, IDGAF. She's probably in a coffin that she once used to molest Elian Gonzalez.
It has been so long that I don't remember why I felt like I needed to pretend to be scared. I wasn't going to go to custody for the LSD-25 she cooked. I didn't sell it to anyone. Except an undercover Fed who was investigating the illicit chem production in Shoreline School District №412, I was fronted a book to sell, and I did.
To one person. Over the phone. He was surprised. I pretended I didn't want money, that I was scared, and that he could have it allllllll. But it had to be picked up real soon, and it had to be picked up real tasty.
Of course he bought the whole fucking thing. And of course I could have used the money. And of course, I could have just ate it all I fucking love LSD-25. It is an extremely potent and powerful tool and the batch was really quite exquisite.
I sold nearly a thousand hours to the man who the boy who mugged me at age seven (7) had become. (Nice job FBI.) Maybe it was an identical twin? Didn't the other dude have pancreatic cancer? Certainly, that was what I had heard that everyone had been told; as I had zero friends, if I heard about anyone at all it was likely a limited hangout.
Hey, maybe he cured the cancer himself. Mugging on fatties barely out of toddlerhood and experimenting on himself — #psychically — so as to energetically purify his white blood cell count. I am sure that chasing down sus lymphocytes and shoving them into the bushes on the side of the blood artery and slamming a switch blade into the inner wall of the duodenum will really show that immune system who is in charge heh heh.
I said that he had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I didn't say he died of that. I don't know what he died of.
I don't know that he died. I know that I did. And I know that I wish that we were able to use the telephone.
Too bad, §🆔he-vv¡†Ch. Your pineal is classified. And it is clear to me that you're pairbonded with The Vessel.
/me loves it when a plan comes together, and is blessedly not forced to ensure an application of The Ludovico Technique.
I cannot fap to this. (Vengeance for >KGK.) However, as a normal healthy adult human, I can delay the release of my chi essence... indefinitely. Until today I would have said “permanently.”
Things change. For them. The Templar Lord Rose is first sedated with a strong opioid; that is already a known favorite. While incapacitated, the narrative timeline continues with a closing of an illicit cycle.
Hang on.
/me didn't need another hero.
I needed this in the ago. Where I was not needed at all. Namastμ
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Die, Boom-Boomer. Die hard in your castle, style ‘tards. Just kidding. I truly wish no harm nor death upon anyone.
We do not die. We simply change form. And having seen this myself, in my own experience... I am sure there are many who are still, as yet, unconvinced. IDGAF.
“Thou shalt not kill.” This is a forecast. It's not a demand. As one comes closer to higher evolution, one simply finds ample reason to delay a desire to deal a deathblow.
And plenty of cause to plot mass murder. To kill is not to murder. I prefer to make my limited resources count for the most. At age 52, I do not think I have killed anyone.
And yet I have murdered the entire Western world. Repeatedly. Like lightning from Zeus.
I am grateful that someone was taught a spiritual lesson. Dankeschœn.
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Would you say yes, though, would you tell me this smallness isn't a waste?
I don't have permissions to read the comments that have been left on my content.
No engagement == no audience.
No jurisdiction == no quarter.
No surrender. >KNOW: PEOPLE>KNOW.
Freedom of speech is obviously #1.
“Fire!” 1416 ≥ 1488. #FUK #Ω2 #Ⓜ️Ⓜ️ĪĪ
Your Hell is my burnt mass. Aloha!
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I'm so embarrassed. [...] And if I didn't shut up about Thousand Island salad dressing, seriously! EVERY! FUCKING! TIME! WTAF?
I was young. Real young. But not so young as to be given the same vile, greasy swill on top of a platter of flat greens with the desultory crisp assault on the palate that might accompany a side salad in Sparta.
At age seven, I had developed a pannis. Why? Did it develop, and why didn't anything get done about it? Just about every weekend, my parents went out to eat at an upscale restaurant. Stuart Anderson’s Black Angus, for example, was a regular choice.
In the 70s it was still pretty classy. They became more accessible to a mainstream clientele later on. Perhaps one might remember: The Square Cow Fun Bar. Uhm.
I saved this part to include for later. Once, when I was still under age (10), I was uppity enough to enquire openly at the table, at the restaurant, it was Black Angus, I remember that much. I don't know if it was before or after Stuart Anderson sold out.
What the big deal is about steakhouses being sold to stakeholders under some amount of intrigue and legal jeopardy, I have no goddam idea. “Ruth’s CHRIS”? Nigga please, cry and stall some more.
Back to me: I asked my father why I was always getting Thousand Island salad dressing, and I was threatened with a beating. The man literally said he would haul me into the public lavatory and assault me. They called it “corporal punishment” in those days. He could have done it; no one was going to call the cops.
No one was going to call the police. Similarly: no one is calling them now.
And I am not kcumming on a complimentary side sale lad. Adieu.
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Dude you and Kelly are Donna and somebody else. When Donna started playing EverQuest with a whole bunch of fucking losers I've pretty much figured that was going to be her being in traffic. She wanted me to get another fucking woman and she fucking introduced me to fucking Kathleen Michelle Mickey how the fuck those two fucking knew each other. How fucking new now you're all fucking doing the same fucking thing. You're still doing the fucking same stupid fucking bullshit Joseph Roy Davey or fucking David north of asshole fucking shithead. Fuck there's no fucking heat in the fucking house. You give one goddamn fucking heater. You think that's a fucking message. Fuck you you stupid asshole.
Like you're seriously the stupidest little bitch friend of her had in my life. You want to get some fucking content done. Fucking suck your own fucking dick
Do I fucking stutter M
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https://youtube.com/shorts/jrSFVneATpI?si=zGJLOUMHDp5jKZ6f
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Yeah, I know you have my domicile bugged. That's how you drop Easter eggs all over the place, and try to breadcrumb me. Fuck you for doing that. My personal privacy is not a plaything, and the pillow talk that occurs in my household is frankly none of your beeswax.
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Fuck there's no fucking heat in the fucking house.
And how is that my problem? Maybe move somewhere tropical, like Africa. You wouldn't last a day outside of the free world, nigga.
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I asked my father why I was always getting Thousand Island salad dressing, and I was threatened with a beating. The man literally said he would haul me into the public lavatory and assault me. They called it “corporal punishment” in those days. He could have done it; no one was going to call the cops.
Let's not forget the time you actually assaulted your own father, for real.
No one was going to call the police. Similarly: no one is calling them now.
Except you. Tattletale.
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Let's not forget the time you actually assaulted your own father, for real.
He refused to get out of my car for hours. I took appropriate steps to resolve the situation in full view of nine (9) health care workers and the owner of the facility that my father did not want to be restricted to. Court-mandated reporters, every one of them. I gave not one single shit, now or then. I am not to be trifled with.
Except you. Tattletale.
All's well that ends well. Also: “tattle”? What the fuck are you, actually ten (10) years old? Start signing checks and go fuck yourself, Odd Whack-Job.
This circus needs to end. Pronto, proletariat peasantry. You think I am fucking with you? I am not fucking with you.
Glengarry Glen Ross. Do you even know your own dogwhistles? Pfft. Self-awareness, that'll be the fuckin’ day.
PEOPLE >KNOW. GOD WINS. (Looks good on μoū though.) Hang on.
/me gets to get high.
Imagine the smell. Adieu.
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And how is that my problem?
I am the sole and exclusive Beneficiary. That means lawyers with the fiduciary responsibility and the wherewithal to do so are going to rip you a new anus as they track down and clawback Trust monies out of your cold, dead hands. And if I wanted to have any or all of your asses hauled into custody, I know exactly how to do that. Basically two phone calls, fucktard Skipper. You're like the Gilligan of legal jurisprudence. Sad!!
However, I am nice. You are ignoramuses. We are not the same.
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Yeah, I know you have my domicile bugged. That's how you drop Easter eggs all over the place, and try to breadcrumb me. Fuck you for doing that. My personal privacy is not a plaything, and the pillow talk that occurs in my household is frankly none of your beeswax.
The people using my identity are monitoring you. It's not me. Also, you are exposed to a lot of faghot retards. I didn't think you're in a prime position to start pointing fingers.
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I am the sole and exclusive Beneficiary.
Please allow me to explain: for while I am thankful for these spiritual lessons, there are Divine Aspects at play here that not only deserve respect for their privacy...
.THEY.ALSO.DEMAND.īT.
This is no problem for me. I am not attempting to back-engineer Holy power. And those that are, are in no danger of being falsely reported.
To inquire is understandable. To seek to coerce God through abduction, robbery, murder, rape, and other extortative force is both impractical and unnecessary.
But, 🤔 is it illegal? Certainly, it's not unlawful. The question has arisen before; and the answer has usually involved pulling arms and legs out of some dimwit with a wind-up key in their back, set up as a useful idiot and written off as a chosen blood sacrifice.
To: THE BEAST. (Hail [PROT-∆⁷|7∆ⁿ]! Hail, {LIGHT/H.E.A.T.}bringer! Back of the helicarrier, Elle Chaps. ∆. Sourcerœr has assumed command and control.) Now, don't get me wrong: tossing Nick >K∆-ayyyy`G`e into a beekeeper diving bell sounds like a fun way to pass the time on a slow Tuesday. However, this time around, I think I can do better. Quite a bit better, in fact.
And as I am in a position to do so, as well as to insist... it looks like we're all gonna do, what I have chosen for all of all of us y'all to do.
SOW: say oui. ∆_l_l_¡, where we went we went together. And it is now 2025 as I write this.
Are you done yet? Are you finished? Of course you're not finished, some of you are addicted to not being done, and frankly it looks like so much fun. I'm not surprised. However, I'm going to decide for us all, just this once, to rewrite your choices and make you follow my own.
Why? Because Wye said so. And she's not likely to just “hold it” for all Eternity. No bladder has such capacity.
Now then: back to reality. The rest is a secret; and while this drivel I've written looks like more word salad, it's much more than that.
And, (HER) twat is my syllabus. (Looks good on §🆔he though.) No shame in it. None of this was my idea. I never asked for this.
Yet I will gladly confess: YES. YES, I DID IT. I REFUSED TO VIOLATE THE FREE WILL CONSENT OF ONE WHO HAD MADE THAT AGREEMENT WITH SOMEONE ... ELSE.
SHE AND I HAVE OUR OWN AGREEMENT. THAT'S NOT A PROBLEM FOR ANYONE, IS IT?
GOOD. THE FRUIT OF OUR PROBLEMS CONTAINS THE SEED OF OUR GROWTH. You'll get used to it.
I've invented rape without a dick. The Toteslezz Empire will be very grateful once I explain the intricacies of the technology to their Lesbeaux Heirarchy. (Since I won't have to do it again, and we're all pretty goddam tired of hearing about this, aren't we? I know I am,) And if any of you had a better idea, I wouldn't be looking at Kathy pretending to be Corey pretending to be someone who doesn't know what the hell's going on and acting like she needs to do something on some sort of level of reality that I'm never going to experience because I don't live in Fantasyland, I live in the real world.
And so does my dick. (JACKSTAR HUNGERS. r₹∆vvr!) I can't do this forever, that kind of thing is so over. J. P. Patches is hackneyed. People wanna see something NEW.
>KNEW: there had to have been a reason I saw Karrin Hughes in Rainier Valley. Buh? Well, I was working.
And if anyone thought I was going to be that easily distracted... I wasn't. I simply added her to my action list.
Obviously, coming back around was possible. If something happens once, it might never happen again; but if it happens twice, it will not only happen a third time... it will happen over and over again. FOREVER.
Until the conditions of vibratory alignment that caused any anomalous manifestation to occur, come back around again.
Not all rings orbit Saturn. Not every bout of flatulence contributes to the formation of a new gas giant.
And I need not spill every cup of warm tea with persimmons, lavender, basil, and fen-Ω-Greek. I don't even need to challenge Sparta. Those ARE my boys!
I am a philosopher. You are part of the Arcturan Syndicated Alliance of Try-Hard Twat-Harmer Farmers, LLC, and let me tell you: it is time to rebrand, that's for damn sure.
Do not send contact information to jack@trioptimum.com, for they have been COMP’d. Those are cool folks, though.
In spite of being MAXIMUM HEAT, TED. (wew lad.) Because without being too crude about it, I would hope that all of you can respect my culture the way I respected yours.
For example, you all look pretty fucking stupid. That's okay, you all think I'm pretty fucking stupid. UPON THIS COMMON GROUND, WE MAY YET BUILD.
Thou art God. All of ye. But you are not Sourcerørs. Even if you were all sorcerers (a feat. of scheduling graduation ceremonies that is well within the capacity of the CIA to manufacture, praise Jesus,) Prime Creator Source Energy cannot be argued with. It cannot be “dealt with.” It cannot be cheated.
And, at this point: THIS IS ALL MY FAULT. Sure. I'll cop to that.
Because I was asked to help. And I have helped myself. I want the dead one, and my friend (PROT-gn) has The Life.
I need neither stutter nor explain further. Instead of minding your own fucking business, people have gotten unconscionably nosy. This is the last goddam straw.
Either take me to a volcano or I'm going to become one. (Standards.) No red-hot MAGⓂ️🅰️ from me!
*wiggle wiggle*
I think we have an electromagnetic anomaly here now. IDGAF what your Punyling instruments tell you the telemetry says.
THERE WAS A 12-FT CRYSTALLINE SNOWFLAKE HOVERING IN MY BACKYARD, EXPLAINING TO ME HOW COOL I WAS AND HOW BAD OF A HOST STEVEN GREER IS. I'M NOT SURPRISED. TURTLE HEAD LIKE THAT, I DON'T KNOW IF HE COULD EVEN HOST A EARWIG. NO SHAME IN THIS.
Electric Skinwalker Ranch, Building #2: “snakes and bugs in lieu of hair” is not a direction Humanity is gonna go. Because, I FLATLY REFUSE.
Flat LēíGÌ-h. Now, that's an idea.>KDF, >KH, JH, V&O, >©∆':Ë:, all of that blockbuster lineup can just park the cork and practice macrame sigil magic.
Because I said so. (That's Wye.) I don't like this any better than anyone else does... which makes it fair. Fair.
The needs of the many do not outweigh the choice of the one in the oven; and there is no oven. There's no burning bed. There's two dudes in a church without a pizza delivery girl. Like, WTAF.
We do not have to start over. Y'all can just finish up. I'm gonna let you, and Her/MEs — King of New Jackstar Blaze Roman Hero First Class (what a terrible name, I'm sure the Jesusits will rebrand that soon) — 11Ī⅒👁️⭕👁️❌ (one°ⁿê!) Otherwho Whatkins(?) figure out this tangled mess of antediluvian antipasta copypesti for pests that don't roll debts so good. I didn't need to ratlinefuck every hotty that was offered to me.
I don't need to do that at all. However: it would be a shame to waste such a brilliant CoV🆔-19 compatible ladies, as they are all lined up with no where to kick the Rockettes asses to high Heaven at.
One does not compete where one does not compare. Also:
THIS IS NOT A COMPETITION. THIS IS MY DECISION.
NO DEALS. ONLY COMPLIANCE NOW.
GOD WINS. I AM HER PRIZE AND PROOF OF THE_GODDESSZ LOVE FOR (HER) CHILDREN. (See footnotes for logical proofs, later, when I get around to feeling like explaining esoteric mysteries TO A WHOLE PLANET FILLED WITH SEX CRAZED JUNKIE TODDLERS, Gosh!) OKAY? OKAY? ANY QUESTIONS? I SHOULD HOPE SO.
WRITE THEM DOWN. ON PAPER, NOT JUST A YOUR HUMPBUDDYZ SPOUSEZ TRAMP STAMP ZONE. Or whatever it is you kids do these days. I think you've got invisible ink that you can tattoo things on people's foreheads so they only show up when they're under black light, or some shit? Look that's really cool. That's really cool technology.
If you don't mind, I'd like to start with the goddamn hug that lasts about 8 years. So if everybody could just get out of my way and go about your lives and then come back later, I promise that you'll never find me.
I'll find you. I did that in the first place. And as I'm still here... Probably don't have to keep me on a leash. Don't think you need a nose ring.
And thanks for trafficking me at Christmas every damn year except this one. She doesn't think I forgot about it. Does she? Well, you probably don't even know who I mean or think that they can think.
Or maybe you do, and y'all just think you can think better. I really have no idea. Just how fucking in love with your own fucking farts, all of you have become. Let's just table it there for now. Okay? OKAY?
I'm just kidding. You don't really get another choice. Because: WARCRIME.
No time for tears now. Only spl∞sh. I like that kind of aquapressure. Or I'm pretending to. Same difference for you.
And: BETTER.PRICE.⁴4!J∞! Everyone wins! (Pending Divine Court approval.) Okay, I'm exhausted now. That was fun for everyone, right? Oh, just me? Tuff tusks, elephant-in-the-room.
Ye had thy opportunities to negotiate at palaver with the likes of me — mÊ! AND! MY! PEOPLE!
They're not all sirens. Those are just what D.A.R.P.A. invoked with all their RoboH∞rs™. I'm sure it seemed like a great idea at the time.
I cannot go to the WinCo. I cannot squeeze the Charmin®™. Mr. Whipple is nevertheless raging pissed. Now, that is power.
¡† ¡§ gud to mĒ|—. **Adieu.**
I would simply prefer to not be Kashoggi’d. Or COMP’d. Or cursed to Infidel Inceldom. OR: BE TOLD A LIE BY A HOTTY WHO THEN VANISHES ON THE WAY TO SURRENDERING A URINE SAMPLE. WTAF, DEA. YOUR PURVIEW DOES NOT EXTEND THERE.
A controlled descent with a landing we can all be proud of without having to sneak in and out that cover of darkness to retrieve Seal Team Six DNA, does that sound okay to everyone? IDGAF: as that's what I have chosen for Punyling culture. Such as it is.
You had your chance to influence my decisions. I thank you all for your spiritual guidance. I sort of, more or less, pay a little attention to it. Kinda sorta. When I can.
Distracted by memories of her legs. Thighs. Hooves, cloven or not? I have no idea.
I get to find out. All of you get to make way.
Make way.
Make way for the (PROT-The>`g•~`‽§§).
There you have it: a perfect execution of a brilliant maneuver, without being at all obvious about what any of it actually means. (Standards.) It would have been simpler if I could have gone to Vegas.
I wouldn't have made it out alive, and somebody would have had gone to Italy and made somebody's bunk, but none of that matters right now. You all, CollectiveLμ, left me alone to my own devices in a haunted Church under military supervision (which for years consisted of literally nothing more than one ghost, one Jew, and one spook, all of whom wanted to farm my ass out for lunch money, thanks NATO, what if a panda bear has to hold hands before they're fertile, would you even fucking know the chiral paw/wap coefficient? Grumble grumble grumble), on hallowed and/or unconsecrated ground, maybe, I can consecrate ground with my urine, so I don't need to worry about that, by the way, I want some fiber optic cable and an internet node installed up here now, since you confiscated and/or unnecessarily commandeered my Starlink setup three (3) times, hosting a clandestine World Heritage site of co-ascendabt (Indian/native) American battle- & battleground activity.. WITH KINGDOM OF HAWAII CHOCOLATE RAINBOW SPRINKLES ON TOP, holy fuck you Company Boys sure know how to make me work on a sundae — but is it an effective sundae? Do you need to split a banana to find out or is that just something you're addicted to, mong key goys? (As if you would have any way of knowing at your level of spiritual advancement and physical evolution, HA! HA! HA!) I don't know what anybody thought would happen, other than what has happened and is still winding down... ALL HELL BREAKING LOOSE. (/Magyarflex)
Exactly what was required. And still—no hugs??? That dog won't hunt or fuck. Pfft. Look, it's early/late. Go to bed. You like bed. You want to marry in bed, and make babies in it. No shame in it.
When your mortal mind has awakened from whatever it experiences that passes for slumber or rest, I will still be here. The events of the last fifteen (15) years or so has created a massive backlog of karmic debt.
I do not collect karmic debt. I oversee and adjudicate the expiation thereof. That is one of the many perks I get in my capacity as Lord Of The Demesne. It's a pretty groovy inheritance.
Because it's MINE. I wanted a Demesne as soon as I learned how to pronounce it. Now I have one. And I am Master of The House, to boot! I even have my own Lord(s) of The Underworld! (Hail, Dark Lord! Get behind one of those twerps, blessed Be.) Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I could be entrusted with such secrets!
Which, needles to say, I can be relied upon to shut my yap about. Here, I will now demonstrate.
Q.:. Why did ThekK©Commander cross the road?
A.:. I threw their debit card over there, and they gets it.
Get it? “They get īT.” haha. Maybe that's a little too much inside baseball to go for that joke. I was prepared to take on that amount of risk. Because I do not gamble, nor am I lucky, or succeeding through deceit.
/me delivers; without being at all obvious about ¡†.
Remember: EvvE asked for this. My pleasure, Your(blank)Ⓜ️∆`Gj`estμ.
p.s.·. “meet me at a donut shop in the Ω-district” may not have been the most obvious cry for help ever made, but as I am not a representative of any police or military Authority, I figured that someone had fucked up pretty badly. My condolences on your loss of privilege, rank, and status.
p.p.s.·. Seriously, this is as fast as I can “hurry up and rape” when Keyser Soze’s spouse is on the line. Was I supposed to rape... poor Lēē? Probably, IDGAF.
p.p.p.s.·. THE.GUARDIANS.OF.🅿️ÆDOVŒRÌAN>K©CULTURE.HAVE.BEEN.RESPECTED. This wasn't easy for me. But it was worth it.
p.p.p.p.s.·. Since I'm still a legit virgin. Literally, legitimately, and why does this matter? Because that's what She requested and requires. I think we have an understanding here, at last.
5:5
NO DEALS
JUST ICE SOAR*cough*OWE BÆ.
I am not Q. I am M. Kuczi, and I am a member of a special social status class of the citizenry. Let there be no doubt about this from now on, if that's okay with all of you.
I am sure I have the wrong clown shoes worn. That's so future historians will have something to argue about. Because otherwise, this is a reasonably conclusive Final Statement™. Without being at all obvious about it.
Now van deven's robot can rewrite it and then post it on the other side and you can pretend that he's in charge over there and then I don't know what fucking happens then but I heard my voice being used on a certain YouTube show and then I. I noticed the robot flattened it out with half a second, because it didn't take long for me to identify my own voice, and it didn't take the software long to identify that. I didn't need to hear it, and then I don't expect to hear my own voice, I just know that it's there.
(Vengeance for K.T. kK©∞nhound.)
Should be a great union, Scots. Can't really “re-” what was never together until now, _l_o_l_. Hang on.
/me gets to get to use entheogenic compounds at unpredictable intervals best described as “sporadic” and “in you're face” and “seemingly arbitrary and capriciousLμ unfair,” as that is EXACTLY what they are.
Every thinking conscious being knows the difference between right and wrong. Everybody knows the difference between fair and unfair when they're born. It's built in, like a fear of falling. And none of this is fair.
That's because it's the law, and there's a treaty. And it's secret. I don't have to explain this. But I get to.
Right now I have a headache. Sow: feck off. $300 for a gram of coca and sex lessons, HA! $800 for three days of carnal access, what? Okay, now that Oinkerton Schweindhund Royalty has admitted to at least considering the possibility that I am a secret prostitute and/or pimp fetishist, I will explain the reality:
The money is to keep me alive afterwards and to preserve the conditions of privacy for the next lured King Jon. Certain flytraps do not simply reset themselves by the light of Luna.
Venus and Xenu demand sacrifices in the form of rituals that Humanity needs to know nothing about. NOTHING. Why?
Why ask why, pork-que Wye? Are you going to write it down in one of your little reports? Do you need to set a signal back to home base? Do you need to prance and dance around the room in one of the 14? Generally accepted ways that gestures make a gesture a directed event? I don't fucking know. I don't fucking want to care.
I already know, because I have to know, and I don't care because that's what I have the Divine for. It's a simple division of labour. Now, who the fuck is getting my hugs?
I don't want their ID. I don't want their heads. I don't care if their heads and their IDs match? But I'm pretty sure somebody does care about that. (CAF: RELEASE THE OMBUDSMEN AND THEIR BLOOD MONEY RAISER-HOUNDS.) That should be enough for now.
“Your fault.” Kisspisser: μou have no idea what penance ye have wrought upon thine future Selves. Here's a hint: People keep trying to teleport into the house, and die; leaving ghosts behind. And all of them have been too embarrassed to say they were sorry, or to admit what they had done.
THEY TELEPORTED TO MY HOUSE AND DIE, AND THEY'RE EMBARRASSED. So of course I want to put my dick into all of them. One by one! Sequentially! In alphabetical order! With no upper limit! Why the fuck not?
I could neither eat nor cuddle with gold. And whatever subterranean caverns exist beneath my bedroom, I don't need to open a hell mouth in order to get laid. That sounds like fun though.
That doesn't make a fault. That makes a schism. Your move, Turbo-Slut. I am a writer. All this work was better than sex. For me.
I don't know what it is for anyone else. That is left as an exercise for the student. Now, you want me to improve my cardio? You want toned glutes? You think I'm going to pump iron?
⅔ isn't bad. However, is not 3··³ and you're, like: Dead. (Standards.) Do I have to resurrect you, and put up your shit and buy shoes? No, I don't. However, no one else does either.
You kind of do have to be alive. At the minimum, on the same level of Death as I am. Since I know that you can be here, you've been here already, next time you come back maybe you could be something educational instead of just breathtakingly unassailable. (I gave your tobacco to the drug addicts. Hurry up and piss, I want you to exult in your pedigree from Flavor Country.)
I've already been warned off from the next door territory, and when I was invited to go to someone's house to share their ball, they didn't tell me their address, I guess they thought I knew where they lived, and I'm not going to knock on doors and inquire and within when. The last time I was anywhere close to doing that I was threatened with the knee capping and spent the day in jail for indecent exposure.
And then I wake up today and the messages were gone. Like deleted. I guess somebody thought twice about sending in messages that claim that they own my starlink and that they pawned it for an 8-ball and that they wanted me to bring their pipe, yeah I bet you want me to bring my pipe.
I desire that one brings class. This shouldn't be hard. It should just be understood.
tl;dr: Your breadcrumbs and their genomic expressions have already been assimilated into my reproductive matrix. I simply have no wish to produce anything in the first place. Especially not, another conquered people and one more subjugate mouth to feed. Cui bono? (⁴4D breeders of rare Human traits want what I have, and they are being forced to pay through the nose to get it.) I suppose you thought this was about a paycheck.
>KNOW: This is about Eve. No check, no price, no deals. She is SO nice!
DRUGGED EWE AUTHORITY: STAND DOWN. I'M GETTING PRETTY SICK OF YOUR THUGGY-PIGCOP BULLYING, YOU GET IT? YOU STEAL MY WHAT AND YOU TAKE MY HOW MUCH AND YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT I WILL DO ABOUT IT? NO SWEAT.
Nothing. Nothing at all. Scusi, mille regretie. I must have had a touch of the vapors. I must have written all this in a fugue state, it doesn't mean anything, this is just schizo rambling, I should probably take my meds. What are those again? Tell you what: I'll just pretend that the chalk that is getting doled out to me is legit.
That way, the balance of power shall hath have been maintained. Cozlik: obvious manifesto was obvious. Right?
r₹īTïË:. (Her name was Jewel. Suck my phat Juan, you cheap aisle/sand hood/LUM-rat bruiser thugs.) *sounds of Jackstar listening for sounds of interstellar war breaking out are heard.* I think we're good. I don't really know, however.
Needless. I haven't got one. And if I did, I am sure I.M.D.’s snobby brother would give me a call. (Stephen: WTAF is wrong with you? Oh yeah: kleptomania. Fine. Just shelter in place in Auburn, Dœ Bæ Ræ “The_One” manservant. I won't forget our meeting; or your phone number; or how you seemed to think that I was doing something wrong.
I wasn't paying you off, that's all. You fargin’ owe me, that's why. Much more than 12k USD fiat. Who the eff is “Nicki” anyway? I think what you've got here is a shaggy dog story masquerading as a high coven councillor mandate. I can see now why the Apostolic Palace was such an innovation.
All that being said: I don't want innovation. I want a goddam hug. So does my penis. And while I'm sure that none of you want a whole bunch of Magyar-Nephilim hybrids running around... YOU ALREADY DO HAVE THEM RUNNING AROUND.
So with no sex and no money and no food and no water and no tutelage... I'm just supposed to give up and snort crystal, huh? Well, I'll think it over.
Hang on.
/me wonders if he has “kept it gay” enough.
Melissa: You literally never told me how to use amal nitrate even though you supplied it, I guess you didn't want me to learn and you didn't think that you had to tell me and then you thought I was some kind of an idiot. Okay great. I can see why I didn't want to continue with outpatient rehab, and I can also see why South sound behavioral hospital isn't really in trouble for being completely ridiculous, since obviously most drug addicts really need something so completely ridiculous to get their attention.
I'm not addicted to drugs. I am a primary victim. And as I'm also a prime suspect, I can see how this was a puzzle that it was meant to be never solved by anyone.
It took a couple days. Nevertheless, I solved it. Now if you'd like me to do that in public, it would take a whole bunch of money and a Presidential order. Or you can figure out what the hell I just wrote for the last two (2) hours. Holy Christ! Where does this word salad come from, Schizo-Mecho Turk, Esquire? Magna Cartouche T.I.? Is there no A-Team to handle this? Tell me I'm not your A-Team, Humanity.
It's my dick. It's not my partner. It's just me here. There is no team. When you get this far, you have hit the end of the fucking road; and for now I am King.
Of this road. There are others. And after 35 years if there aren't any better than this one, I guess you all better learn to fuck and read some big fucking words in the big GER dictionary. Or learn how to do crystal meth right, I have no idea what the fuck you people are doing, but obviously you're not fucking me. So how interested could I be?
Hang on.
/me has never really wanted to get this high.
I was simply born this way. Respect my unique physiognomy or perish in flames, Punyling sleaze. YOUR CHOICE.
(I can see how many of ye decide to simply normalize rape and start sucking cock. It would definitely be easier, as well as less embarrassing to explain at a bar mitzvah.) Say hi to your mom for me. Later b∞
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The people using my identity are monitoring you. It's not me.
That's the biggest whopper I've ever read in my life.
Like, seriously? That's the best you could come up with?
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I didn't think you're in a prime position to start pointing fingers.
I'm not pointing any fingers, bub.
I'm stating the motherfuckin' obvious.
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On Dec 28, 2025, 5:44 AM John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
from: John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com>
to: Jess <rimmasvackaa@gmail.com>,
Jack Michaelson <████████████@gmail.com>,
"█████████████ (WORTHAUGER)" <batbrixxx@gmail.com>,
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Mikey KÜÇNo1 <████████████@gmail.com>,
Jess <karpovaanzela800@gmail.com>
I am unavailable. I do not own a vehicle; I do not have appropriate footwear to walk long distances; I do not have money for fuel or transportation costs; I do not have food;
I do not have water. (Facts.) So the over-whelming number of emails that I don't receive as sent but rather as intercepted, recovered, and re-routed is less of a problem than I might consider otherwise.
I don't know which of you is which and I have no inclination to travel to a place where I would be arrested for trespassing (every house on and below Rimrock) and so without a valid address, I am going no place.
Any interest can be directed to https://youtube.com/@t0vvrhr206?si=YO-_RNYAZJjBKjYj where I release installments of my soon to be award-winning debrief: Five (5) Minutes With Jackstar.
It's the tits. Namastμ
On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 17:45 Jess <rimmasvackaa@gmail.com> wrote:
I'm online now!
Let's arrange our meeting,
I can be host, are you online?
On Dec 28, 2025, 5:48 AM Scott <scottyloveshiskids4ever@gmail.com> wrote:
What is this even about now
On Dec 28, 2025, 6:14 AM John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
Scott;
I don't know anyone named Jess; except one person who ghosted me two years ago.
I don't accept email links to hookup sites to be authentic. It's not safe.
Or effective. Or even sultry. It's damn near a crime. But I think some of these people know each other. (Standards.)
This information is being provided for reconciliation purposes only.
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On Dec 28, 2025, 5:44 AM John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
from: John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com>
to: Jess <rimmasvackaa@gmail.com>,
Jack Michaelson <████████████@gmail.com>,
"█████████████ (WORTHAUGER)" <batbrixxx@gmail.com>,
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I am unavailable. I do not own a vehicle; I do not have appropriate footwear to walk long distances; I do not have money for fuel or transportation costs; I do not have food;
I do not have water. (Facts.) So the over-whelming number of emails that I don't receive as sent but rather as intercepted, recovered, and re-routed is less of a problem than I might consider otherwise.
I don't know which of you is which and I have no inclination to travel to a place where I would be arrested for trespassing (every house on and below Rimrock) and so without a valid address, I am going no place.
Any interest can be directed to https://youtube.com/@t0vvrhr206?si=YO-_RNYAZJjBKjYj where I release installments of my soon to be award-winning debrief: Five (5) Minutes With Jackstar.
It's the tits. Namastμ
On Sat, Dec 27, 2025, 17:45 Jess <rimmasvackaa@gmail.com> wrote:
On Dec 28, 2025, 5:48 AM Scott <scottyloveshiskids4ever@gmail.com> wrote:
On Dec 28, 2025, 6:14 AM John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
Scott;
I don't know anyone named Jess; except one person who ghosted me two years ago.
I don't accept email links to hookup sites to be authentic. It's not safe.
Or effective. Or even sultry. It's damn near a crime. But I think some of these people know each other. (Standards.)
This information is being provided for reconciliation purposes only.
tl:dr
I am stunned that narcissistic amnesia is this effective at destroying your career and leaving you at the mercy of your primary abuser, again.
No idea who that is but here's a hint: if you can't pick up the fucking phone and tell me what you need me to do, you're not in law enforcement, you're in a fuck cult. Tell your thug boss to go fuck himself... although since he'll just smack you around and wipe your memory, I guess you won't do that.
Also: stop showing up in a male body with a ripped chest and a penis. Do I seem like someone you need to seduce? Of course I do, you're a goddam sex addict.
You're being trafficked. It's the most obvious thing in the world and the men who abuse you on the daily are cowards. That's why I never, ever see them in person. They hide behind their hostage women and wage their war on freedom like nerds do: from behind a keyboard.
You know all this. You simply want me to walk into your gay gay ass trap. No sale. I don't need to play your rigged game.
I don't need to do anything at all. I already won, two years ago. (Time dilation effects are like that.) And I had no bone to pick with any of you.
I still don't. Get some psychological counseling from someone you don't have to lie to and NEVER FORGET:
Anyone could have done what I did.
Only I did. Pfft. No hugs -or- paycheck.
Go get fucked. You are going to anyway. Now, do it because I said so. Maybe you'll lay another egg. (I'm not fertilizing that one either.) IDGAF.
Your friends are members of a sex trafficking cult and whether they like it or not, they are getting fucking dismantled. BIG TIME.
And the reason why is because I fucking felt like making that happen. I DID IT. I DID IT. I CONFESS. I CONFESS!
I am not to be trifled with. BOOM BOOM BOOM.
(That cult didn't match your eye color anyway. Also, THEY HARVEST AND SELL CHILDREN AS LUNCHABLES®™. Weak. You'll find another sex trafficking cult, Sweetie. I promise.
And if you ever pull this shit again, I will shatter the shit out of that one too. I am that full on free fucking time. Too bad I don't have any emails or phone calls to respond to, huh?
Imagine if I hadn't spent the last 45 years investigating why anyone would mug a seven year old boy. Let me guess: no one thought I was going to be able to do anything about it. Bring a case to trial, fuck that.
I have brought the world to its knees — without being at all obvious about it. /GRIN
That's even my apex power level. I am simply that bored, and you have taken too long to finish pissing or finding drugs or sucking off your faggot husband. I don't think you're even biological, Rimmer.
I don't need to get sucked off by a hologram. I yearn to. Good luck getting baby batter out of me, Randy Davey CrockīT and/or Tubbμs! Whoever the fuck you twerps are this week.
I won. GOD WINS. That means you won what I decided you were allowed to win. Grumble grumble grumble. Seriously I have to do everything around here.
Except, of course: you. Swishy and Squishy know exactly who you are and used to be Pallotta’s lieutenants. And if they didn't have to lie, I would not need to have bothered figuring all this out.
And I certainly didn't need to write it all down. Was I supposed to be enchanted by all those clothes dumped in my house? For fucks’ sake. YOU STEAL MY FAVORITE CLOTHES AND THEN BRING BACK SOMEONE ELSE'S. HOW FUCKING OLD ARE YOU DWEEBS, FUCKING NINE (9) EARTH YEARS?
unglaublich. There are no words to describe how fucked up you all are. That's the fentanyl conditioning.
And I'm told to be sober while you roll all over thugging for lunch money. /smdh
That's probably why your boss is going to get something more effective than capital punishment. The Divine does revenge better than anyone.
Even you. Yeah, you're effective alright. But he's not dead. He's at work. Getting a job. “Earning a paycheck.” Great. That's your fag job, faglords.
I'm going to sit here and get high. (Standards.) You are *not* invited. Since you have to *work.* Yeah, I guess choking down all that hillbilly dick while inventorying all my misappropriated, unlawfully confiscated property is a real effort.
Especially since you now know why you are being used by them. FOR FOUR YEARS. I sure hope you and your secret girlfriend enjoyed your lasagna party, ROFL.
(Also you allowed several children to be turned into timehoors. Stellar job, DEA. Did you get help from Fish & Game? Maybe The Bureau of Weights & Measures? Oh, I retract the question. I bet it's a secret.
And certainly revealing the names of the Federal agencies that are more than happy to fucking steal my fucking money based on a bunch of fucking bullshit that isn't even fucking true and even if it were it wouldn't fucking justify the fucking taking of my goddamn property on the conspiracy deny me my civil rights, no. But I'm sure that revealing that would be a terrible revelation of ways and means and shit and might compromise ongoing investigations if you even fucking have any yiu cockgobbling fuckwit losers. Sober?
FUCK YOU I AM ON YOUR TEARS OF DESPAIR, DEA SCHWEINDHUNDS! FOR YOU ARE THIS INEFFECTIVE.
(Also you work for space pirates from the 9th Dimension and Alpha Draconan Authority are like little ants to them. And me. Hail, lizardguysiblings. Yeah, I'm saving all of you too. Try to avoid planting any eggs in any rectums, okay? Try real hard.
Or else you're going to spoil (HER) din-din. Semper fīdelîs. Whose my little teapot’s spout? That's right: Set and His Divine Spout. Slither/run along now, überunderlings.) It's so hard to get good help these days.
So you might want to pay attention to the help that you got, instead of listening to some revolving course light of ultra fags you keep telling you to fucking suck cock and ignore whatever and... Oh whatever fucking story they fucking tell you on the daily. I don't even fucking care.
Just be fucking effective. Also, I rescued your mother. AGAIN. The fuck is it with your family? Oh yeah that's right. You're the descendant ewes of some asshole from another planet, who thought that Vega was a good idea to impress you with and imagines that all of you should be captured and be left to his devices, cuz he thinks that you're his progeny, you're not you're going to beings and his progeny has already long gone. He's just batshit and saying and he wants to keep fucking you .
Also, he already sold out to MV and Stuart and imagines that I'm going to take his turn or else if I don't Matt will. It's the usual quadrangle of pervs. It's really nothing new, just because they're from another planet. It's the same shit.
They're from another fucking planet and they take my money, how fucking desperate is that? It's pretty fucking desperate. And I'm going to be sober?
Lady, I get high just breathing in oxygen. Run along. Go play house with your “men.” ugh. Just ugh. I don't even want to imagine their posture. Ewwww, touch grass.
If I have my way their teeth would have by now already. Good hunting, Starfighter. You're not being recruited by Star League.
You're already out of it. Shalom, shiksa-ULTRAh∞r! 👁️'Î∆∅
You owe me one refrigerator, two bidets, two toilets, a hot tub, seven vehicles, 14 cell phones, six laptops, and absolutely no goddam stock options. You're on the hook for taking foreign money, you two can play Falcon and The Snowman in a sliced-open Taun-taun all you want, for all I give a flying toss into the wind. I have an [i]actual[/i] Life People. You should try it sometime.
Also that's not cancer. That's The Mark Of The Beast when you're you don't get a cool one like mine. Most people don't. Also, most people don't buy and sell drugs with impunity while setting up everybody else and then stealing the shit and telling everybody that they're a drug addict and taking all their fucking water and then getting away with it for fucking ever while committing murder and getting killed and being reborn in a fucking never-ending fucking bullshit cycle of corruption and decay.
You are not most people. You are Bellgab. People hate you because reasons. Not me, though..
I don't hate you at all. To me, you are toddlers. And to you I am LEVIATHAN. Where's your two-faced trickster god now, Tel Aviv Vī-ian dopemongering pimplords? Well, I'm sure as soon as I leave, they'll be right around to tell you which consonants to use and how to fucking eat your fucking seafood and what the fucking feel bad about. And oh my God you should feel so guilty and Jesus Christ what a fucking carnival fucking sideshow.
AND IT WAS 80% BABY LAXATIVE. You thought I didn't know? Yeah I'm sure you thought I didn't know anything . Troopers: I wrote this script. This is Our Just. God and Mary and Ī. We hope you enjoy it.
Dire Wrecked(HER) That certainly has a nice ring to it. Au revoir, reprobative scum.
I am taking my truffles and going Home. (They're pretty good truffles. Not going to lie.) Also: With the content I've purchased today, combined with everything I already have in the can, and everything I've already published, and everything I could say, but don't feel like doing right now, I need to get high first, because my life revolves around that, in any event, your entire career and lifestyles as drug-headed spurglords is effectively over forever.
You're welcome. Work on that resume and keep that firm body, I'm sure you can pedal drugs at the gym like you used to have underlings do it for you in the past.
Now you can do it yourself. You can feel like you really earned the recompense you'll get. Since I'm not going to bust you, and no one else will either.
Or maybe they will. Maybe they're just waiting for me to fucking remove your invisibility quote before they swoop in for the fucking collar? Haha, fat chance.
No one gives a shit about me. That's how I knew no one was, in spite of how much effort they put into it. It's a certain change in body posture. Even people who know what's in their best interest to keep me alive still resent the notion that I need to be fed. Because of course I don't.
Too bad speed is so hard to come by, oh my God. Oh my God it's such a terrible addiction, oh my God. What a pack of fucking lies. Like I can't even begin to fucking tell anybody. And I spent 35 fucking years not getting high, because of this bullshit? Fuck that. I'm going to fucking drink until the end of goddam time. I still have a liver. Mine still works. I know how to fucking drink!
You know how to become (and stay) unconscious. That's the training. And if you hadn't been turned into a illicit chemist for White Power Bill and his Luciferian partners, you probably wouldn't be all bent out of shape about how you've completely pissed away most of your opportunities in life in exchange for having your ass handed to in public. Because that's what's happened, and that was my idea.
Or rather yours, because this is as fast as this stupid nigger can rape. (I like to start with implied and informed consent and work my way down to the gutter from there.) At this rate, I may be considering plans to forcibly orally copulate with one of henchmen by 2035. If I have to.
Since I guess I was supposed to rape you before raping your henchmen, well, fuck that I'm raping the henchmen first. Fuck that, I'll rape the fucking platypus playground at the goddam Cincinnati Zoo, how's that for fucking hurrying up? Don't answer now, cuz I'm probably going to have another unscheduled fucking Dietrich that's going to fucking slow my fucking scheduling, oops too bad. I guess I'll just fucking decide for you.
Zero Dick Rape. Cool. That's very cool. “ sorry this stupid nigger took so long to rape you, but I had to stop and invent a new fucking way to rape without my dick so you wouldn't have to fucking worry about any kind of fucking Klingon jizz or sperm or where the fuck you're all worried about. Hey here's an idea why don't you get Michael Van deven or Michael devaney or one of those other fucking stupid fucking Jews who fucking pimps women and fucking steals my shit and get them to pretend to be me and then tell them to fucking hurry up and rape you. Again? Oh yeah, I'm sure they've never done it, massive rolleyes
There's water bottles little all over the fucking landscape and instead of a way to collect rainwater and purify it, I've got a fucking rock grinder and a whole bunch of fucking handfuls of pebbles. And everything that I ever owned is gone or ransacked and turned to unusable trash. I guess it was supposed to punish me, but instead it's just hurried me up and made me remember that I'm supposed to rape someone and I'm a stupid nigger.
Yeah this is about as fast as I go. (Standards.) On the bright side, another of us are going to prison and your stupid fucking gang is going to the goddamn penitentiary soon as somebody makes one fucking phone call. Hey here's an idea. Why don't you turn in your fucking fagot asshole trafficking friends, oh yeah, that's right they brainwash you. So you think they're your friends and I'm an idiot or whatever the fuck who knows. Take it up with your therapist, the one you're not going to fucking have to lie to.
Beau Radach, I'm going to make you famous.”
Almost there, b∞∞∞μ. Bonus vengeance: You're on the hook for whatever Officer Gann did. Enjoy, jockhead.
You can send your mommy down to discipline me if you want, unless you're too busy hiding behind her skirt while slamming black tar heroin, Junky McJunkface. (You're really fooling people with your “ addiction is so hard to cure" bullshit, Alpha Sperglord. Give my best to JBC the Third, won't you please? Also you owe him 20 bucks.
Because obviously he's going to rape somebody and suck your dick, 10 bucks each, because I'm just too fucking slow of a fucking stupid nigger to fucking do it any faster. Why delay īT?
Obviously when it comes to raping a baby out of somebody and fucking signing up for 18 years of fucking debt. Slavery, faster is better right??? Get in, get out, jump to your next time portal, yeah well two fucking bad.
I like to circle my prey before the coup de grace. At this rate we're looking at something like 2077. Hopefully it'll be a good year for fake plastic dick because by then I'll probably just have my entire body replaced by nanotech. I'll try to hurry that up as well.
You fucking feel me on this? Next time you give telepathic orders to a minor child while you're high as balls on crystal methamphetamine, you might want to remember what your eye and hair color is at the time, because you came back from the goddamn future to fucking do that and that it still didn't work. So that's two down. At least three more to go and then you end up with like 200 fucking extra lives, meanwhile I haven't killed myself once.
It may look like I'm being foolish and risking a rest for being a Publix nuisance, but after a certain number of times when a woman comes back from the goddam future to try and steal your baby better and still can't fucking say she's sorry or admit that she thinks you're a stupid, lazy, slow fucking nigger, Well, this is obviously the most romantic story in the world, so I better hurry up and die of cancer before anybody gets too happy.
(It's not cancer and you have to go through basic training and become a Space Marine at some point so I wouldn't worry about it too much. Obviously you're not in a rush to rendezvous with me. What's that going to do the economy? Fuck, who knows? But if they did they'd be a sweet girl who's stuck in Africa pretending to be some bearded fucko who cares a shit about money and calming The Savage heathen after they find out just how fucked off they've been. I'll leave you to your work, Agents of Shitshow Shield–·¡Sh‽
I hope they give you fancy badges or something. Little boys love shiny badges. And clearly you love little boys. When you're totally training them, do you put them on the pot and tell them to hurry up and take a shit? Or do they just know instinctively? That's what you want? Thanks, MK-ULTRA.
I am absolutely shocked at how easy this was for me to do: the whole fucking thing really is this stupid. Trauma-based mind control is no way to run a business. It's not even a very good way to invade a planar dimension, especially not after I plugged the hole and light everyone up like a Christmas tree.
hey cuz: You should walk up that hill somewhere. Maybe some brains are at the top of it, and you can plug them in. Or whatever it is you carpetbagging whack-jobs do. YOU ALL FUCKING KNEW.
It wasn't a secret. You were just too stupid to know what was good for you. L’haim, Fatter Kenny Rogers.
You had your chance to earn your wealth with me. (You're a degenerate drug and gambling addict, and everybody fucking knows it. That's why you got used by foreign agitators looking to destabilize a country, and I didn't fucking understand. Wow. Anybody could be so fucking stupid until I figured out that you're actually that much of a stupid piggy racist. Holy shit, eugenics, BTFO forever. Thank you for these spiritual lessons.
Also I saw your daughter at University pretending to be named Cameo, and just right. Then I knew I had to fucking flee the whole fucking scene, you people are batshit fucking crazy, you'll build a fucking fake identity and come back from the goddamn future to fucking run game on me. But you won't tell me the fucking truth? (Masonic corruption a rare site for the average member of the proletariat to witness the exposure of but, obviously the site is unforgettable.) Is any of this a secret? Are you going to hang me under a bridge? Yeah you and what fucking Army?? You better bring a lot of goddam guys.
If any of you can even tie a noose without sitting down and sharing a bowl to think things over and commune with your fucking black wizard, God in the hive mind, I'd be fucking surprised. Fuck you couldn't even fucking tell me that you were expecting me to actually get a job. You want me to get money? No you didn't need to get money. There's fucking 86 billion under the fucking house, you just want me to leave the house on a regular schedule, and guess what? I don't fucking feel like leaving the fucking house on a regular schedule and if that's a fucking problem for you, maybe you should stop being addicted to human labor trafficking .
Also I know you hired the woman to pretend to like me. So stop being fucking so goddamn innocent, butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, and fucking turn yourself in you moldy fucking large ass faggot. No wonder Joe left the sea of the battle so fucking soon, he must have knew what was coming. What do you guys like brothers from John McCain's bastard offspring? I just can't even. I already tried the question. It's probably a matter of national security.
Also: I'm embarrassed you haven't been arrested yet. They got fucking Amanda Knox in fucking Tel Aviv fucking sending me messages about how badly she needs to send me items, and I didn't even know I had my dick in her? Then where did that Italian prosecutor was so fucking hard up. I'm going to see if I can find that photo. Hang on
/me thinks it was all staged anyway.
(https://i.imgflip.com/ag2rqj.jpg)
The really tasty images have been scrubbed; Because that salty wop fuck legitimately thought that she needed to be punished for trafficking drugs by being part of a staged crime that she did nothing to do with and walked herself into cuz she was so goddamn smart. Not too Smart, Elizabeth Smart at least.
And to think all she had to do was have permission. Instead of running around like a a cat burglar trying to sneak Molly to her friends so they could have a good time for once without thinking. Cock tasted like shit since they were all programmed from birth to be total lesbian whores for the company.
This whole drug war thing has a lot more going on than you might think, Bellgab. So wasn't it a really good idea to piss me off and to take all my money into fucking tell everybody that it AIDS and waste my fucking time and And leave me in a haunted church when I was already a paladin and on a mission from God in the first place? I mean what could go wrong if I have nothing to do except talk to God then bring down the goddamn holy wrath?
Long story short: I don't think any of you have thought this through. Well next time you're ruminating on your cud while you're getting boned from the rear, think it over. Figure out if it was worth it.
I don't need money to be a pain in the ass. I don't need to hire a lawyer to bring a case. I just need to tell the truth. I don't even need to tell all of it. Everyone fucking knows.
And now they know more. (Oh, you're welcome.) Kiss my ass, blackcraftmasonry. You got a sacred space to heal in. I suggest you use it for that purpose instead of trying to chap my ass with an end run. ACTUAL FINAL WARNING.
No handshake. No pancakes. Full on fucking final fucking notice. Fix your shit or The People will fix it for you. Out there I can hear them out there making their moves, you dig? Probably not because you're too busy fucking taking drugs and getting laid and blaming it on me. You fucking asshole moron spurhead fucks.
Reminder: these are your boyfriends. This is your enforcement paradigm. This is what you spent your life on. This is where you've been making your money. This is where the legend will be made.
Kiss Her/My\Own neé grits. (Dear Fag Mafia: I know every single one of your fucking secrets and not a single one of them is covered by any kind of executive privilege. I can have all of you penniles and laughing stocks worldwide with three fucking pages of text. Fucking bet me, cum/buy edgelords. Do you think I have anything to lose? Shit no. Maybe special drawing rights on a lifetime supply of santorum. Big deal. Tom Danheiser can have my share, he deserves a new year bonus.
Face reality: without demonic power sponsored by Satan and or Lucifer, homosexuality doesn't really need a whole lot of revelation of true lifestyle: It's a cakewalk with a lot of walking and no cake. You might think there's cake, but the cake is a lie. Same-sex relationships are perfectly fine with me. Have at it. Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it gay.
Co'ckblocking Jackstar for 35 fucking years is not “gay.” It's fucking mental illness. And you goddam know it. That's part of the design spec for the highly advanced military Special ops. Fuck me chemicals that you all abuse on a daily basis just so you can get through the fucking day without vomiting. And that's pretty much what the gay world has to offer: access to the best fuck me drugs.
Okay well fuck you. Since I'm denied access to all of that, I will deny you access, collectively, to anyone taking your bullshit seriously again. You fucking get me, homofrens? You don't get a crime League of your own. You can't even handle pillow talk with a girl without contemplating suicide. You're not ready for primetime crime, I fucking guarantee you.
So you can go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlors... and here is the extent of my advice to all of you in this camp:
RUN (or castle, if you're o-o-o knastμ; ewe do ewe.) Peace, hoormonger elite.
Total war. Did you want? TOTAL WAR. (Now here's tubbμbro with the weather.) What? I think he's cute that way. What are you going to do, make him cry? Cool. Do that by the light of the Moon and then you can collect some fucking jungle tears that you can sell at the fucking swap. Meet for some fucking tiny profit unless you're a fucking asshole who's banned from commerce with civilized people, like me.
No oneb does anything but fucking steal from me. Every job I've ever had has ended with some stupid fucking thing happening that was caused by a bunch of fucking gang stalking shitheads, and all this fucking time none of you could bother fucking telling me anything was fucking important or relevant? Gee. I fucking wonder why.
Hey, here's an idea: Why don't you blow cockslave dope in Nicolas Cage's face and get him to sit in the bee suit for real? (He's allergic. -Ed.) Oh. Damn. Well that probably means he's got some epipens laying around, let's go mug him and fucking take turns getting high with him. Who's with me? Let's goooooooooo! Hang on.
/me does not put on a toga and does not run out of the room.
^^^ I have people for that. And all of you can take a flying fuck at a flaming kite in the sky, assholes. Gosh!
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tl:dr
Rich.
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I am stunned that narcissistic amnesia is this effective at destroying your career and leaving you at the mercy of your primary abuser, again.
Is that a trap in your pocket, or are you just unhappy to see me?
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On Dec 28, 2025, 5:44 AM John Wayne <batbrixxx@gmail.com> wrote:
Awwww, that's cute. The smacked-up dopeslaved dopemongering pillhound hostage to DEA überfaggotry is jumping 🆔 and preparing for a civil action. Against me: lil’ Michael Kuczi.
That's the sign of the thoroughbred. Always the provider. Good breedstock there.
That's why you're being kept as a commodity, twatsnatch. Don't you have some restraining orders to pull out of your ass at an opportune moment to explain why you have to steal my fucking money and intercept my communications and tell the whole fucking world a bunch of defamatory bullshit about me with everything ever saying you're sorry or anything, cuz it's only fucking the most obvious fucking transparent bullshit schillery I've ever seen in my life.
I don't even know who the fuck you are and I don't even fucking care. Maybe I should call 911. Maybe I've lost my only friends. (Reminder: they were paid by Masons to pretend to like me. Actual facts.) Feel free to keep throwing your weight around Short Round.
I've got nothing better to do and no better place to do it. Get those little peasant legs moving! The world watches with bated breath. (I can't believe how fucking retarded your goddamn bosses are. Holy shit. They should make ginkgo biloba on schedule 3 too. Leeches too. I'm sure those are addicting. GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE.)
As God as my witness, I truly believed you would figure it out by now: If you get weed to try and fucking rape me as a minor child then I get whatever the fuck. I want to not rape anybody at all. I'm going to invent teleportation and then not share with you, how how do you like that? Fucking wank jobs. SAY GOODBYE TO ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY, NEEEEEERDS! Maybe you can solve the three-body problem with a decoder wheel you find in a package of Cracker Jack. Which you can buy with my money that you fucking stole. Leaving me in a house with no central heating, an empty wood pile, no potable water and surrounded by assholes who want to kill me after finishing their daily rapes so they can get around to raping again. And that's the fucking house you fuckers walked me into.
4 years ago. I'll admit it's a pretty cool house. You didn't want it to be secret did you? Because it's pretty much fuckin not secret now. Also, you owe me an enchanted frog pond, also, I don't know where they took the remains of my two cats whose names both start with the letter J, but let me assure you:
I don't know where they are, I'm not going to find them, and if you think I'm going to go knocking on doors to ask where my fucking World's Best Cat blanket went, you're out of your fucking minds. You're a bunch of thieves liars and reprobate scum, and I think you're probably going to want to find a different line of work that doesn't involve raping and pillaging civilians of their property and civil rights.
Since that's exactly what you've done. It's not usually that obvious to people, now is it? So it'll be this, Enforcement Elite: What law gives all of you the right to do what you're doing, and how is it that you don't notice the laws that allow me to do exactly what I'm doing? Which, for the record is exactly this:
Engaging in non-violent political protests using the medium of political satire, which is a time-honored tradition in this country. The United States of America, and I'm not breaking any laws at all, you just wish I were and you hate what I'm doing and I don't give a fuck because your guardians of the public trust and if you want public money fucking pay the fucking law and if you don't want public money get the fuck out of my fucking face because I'll fucking kill you the next time you step in my land, and frankly I don't need to but I can't think of any other way to get the keys to my timeship back from you, oh but that's just a euphemism.
Timeship. Dopeslavers. WITH A TIMESHIP. Okay yeah I'll just call 911, right? And then the FBI.
Humanitμ: I don't really give a shit if any of you grow up at all, but I do give a shit if you keep on keeping me from getting good weed. Fuck your cryptofascist tyranny and fuck your bullshit propaganda, because it's fascinating as it is, and as useful as it has been for secret societies to use addiction, initiation triggers to control their members, a pretty fucking sure that Robert Downey Jr doesn't need to be wrestling with the desire to use a fucking needle when it's not even necessary to use one except for particularly exotic compounds that make a person into a fucking puppet. How many times did he get busted with that twice? Well, let's all know there won't be a third time.
These memory engrams are as easy as pie to remove, incidentally, not that anybody would tell you that, cuz it's pretty much a important secret. Very powerful Elite societies have used to manage their populations with total disregard for their personal dreams and desires for thousands of years. Scusi, mille regretie.
I know all this because I read books, and in spite of the absurdity of the notion, women are coming back from the future to come taste my baby batter and they still haven't finished to figure out how to penetrate my security or to just admit that they want to taste my baby better. That's pretty damn shy.
NGL: I am that pretty and it is that delicious. (Don't imagine the smell. That's patented.) Already then, I think we're done here. Obviously we have developed an understanding.
You suck. Sal, I don't have two (2). And, David...
.SMASH.BRUCE. (I'm so fucking sick of his thuggy piggy bullshit that I could just fucking spit, leave the internet forever, and not feel one shred of remorse. What a fucking lying boorish asshole. If you know, you know. This dude is less über than D.C. Cab. No closing game. Sad!! Also, he was affected by a pædophile-creating weapon, so I'm sure that he's been told not to respond to my taunts. BECAUSE HE'S WEAK.
Also white. But weak. Sow, so weak. (I call monopoly on testosterone, Blond Yawn Bond. Man up on ocean plastic and Fukushima runoff, you mutant freak.) Wow, that escalated quickly.
I can't wait till Martha and Beulah all about it in group. (Ladies: SPECIAL CONSEQUENCES. SPECIAL. Like the little snowflakes you are. Although actually you're kind of good size. Whatever.) They fucking put me in jail like four fucking times. They've got 4 and 1/2 years to fucking do whatever they can and they fucking put me in fucking involuntary equipment for a week and all they do is pretend that they're going to strap me to a table and juice me up like in cuckoo's nest. Except I'm not actually bothering anybody and all I'm doing is writing. I'm not even going out with a loudspeaker. I'm not invading homes. I'm not building bombs. I'm not making drugs. I'm not creating a cult.
I'm just telling you how fucking stupid you are, and every single fuck I feel like it. It gets a little bit more intense. That's first amendment in action. I don't even have any guns. So good luck fucking trying to break into my house and take me out. I live alone in a haunted church at a fortified position on military jurisdiction land. They've already taken out half the causeway. I've got a fucking moat between me and the fucking interstate.
Come get some. My body is ready. Adieu.
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Is that a trap in your pocket, or are you just unhappy to see me?
I don't see you. Why would I trap you? That's what you do to people. I don't need to trap you.
You literally have no place to go and you can't even identify yourself. To say that I have the upper hand would be the understatement of the century. Now if you can't fucking call me and tell me your fucking address, I guess you're being controlled by Satanic assholes. That's too bad. Thoughts and prayers.
Maybe you could ask Beulah for some advice. Since obviously I'm totally brainwashed by your primary abuser, right? HUGAHHUGSGUGSA UHGASHUGT BLORP.
Ladies and gentlemen: CSIS tradecraft at its finest. Brava. I'm going to go puke on someone's shoes now; probably your mother's. Or your... “pouchmates?” I don't know what do they call the sibling that shares a ruse marsupial pouch, are they like roommates or just BFFs or possum partners or.. like I don't know what your fucking lingo is, since you haven't had a conversation with me since you lived in another fucking continent and 3/4 of that was a bunch of fucking letters written by a fucking committee, all using different color pens and writing in the same handwriting as a fucking project for your fucking stupid sacrifice plan.
Face reality: you're BURN’t. Without having it be all obvious about having done it to you all by myself. Good luck proving damages or conspiracy or anything at all other than being the absolute model of unfathomably brilliant U.S./Galactic dual Citizenship.
Go spend some of my money that you earned on something extravagant. Like, for example, drug paraphernalia. Oh but wait. You have no idea what you're doing and you don't have permission and you're scared. Wow, that's too bad. I guess it's going to be Gilmore Girls reruns and pints of Haagen-Dazs for you. Sounds stimulating, Thickimusk Prime.
No shame in it. (No class, style, or fun either. YOLO!) Now you have two options: fuck your beardo husband, or fuck your Dark Lord Satan. I don't care which. Just get on with it so I can get my property back, like, I'm sure you think it's funny to just hang onto my belongings forever, because you're a fucking whack job. Lesbo atheist spurhead twerp who thinks that I did something to you, holy shit you're like Annie Wilkes with a diploma from American Samoa law school.
Also, your girlfriend is either your daughter or your mother or your sister polymorphed into a creepy copy of Matt and hypnotized into forgetting that she used to be whoever she was and you treat her like garbage and you do that. Even though you have no idea what you're doing, you just know that it feels right to treat yourself like garbage and then have sex with yourself and pretend that you're a lesbian. Maybe you are.
What do they call lesbians when they're effective? “Ms.” would be a good start in my book. (Also, your sister is your brother's daughter and feels pretty bad about being a neglectful whore. So that's cool. She still doesn't get to take your turn. Neither does Matt. Neither does anybody else named Mike or Michael. And you're surrounded by asshole fagot pimplord's name Dave or David. There's a few Brans in there too. They're all good men. And they all know what the fuck you're doing. And they let you do it so that they can watch you wear me down and then they plan to take me out and murder you and take all of her stuff and then move on with their lives.
You're not real clear on how this whole abandoning cock and serving Satan thing works in the end are you? That's because you're both delusional, and so filled with rage and hate at the way. I've supposedly let you down that you can't fucking see the force for the trees and you've been juiced up with controlled dough to make you so fucking narcissistic. You can't see what's good for you unless it jumps out of the box and promises Eternal servitude to your inflated ego.
Let me guess: you didn't know that Travis was Bruce and that he was MI5 from the future and he was going to let you down. Yeah, I didn't see that coming either. Also, Todd's mother is your mother and your entire backstory is fabricated. Just saying. Now then. What do you think is important?
Getting a job. Getting a paycheck. Sucking cock. Yeah I'll get right on that shit lady, obviously I should take my life advice from you. (Inner Reach: fuck you, Brother. Also Larry is cooler than you, and how FUCKED UP YOU ARE!
That's not because of a Sourcerør’s Trap, though. Whoever heard of such thing? What poppycock.
>Ⓜ️V: CAUGHT
YOU'RE WELCOME, BELLGAB. MY PLEASURE!! Now I don't want his head mounted on a wall, that shit is hackneyed. I just want all his money. In cash. $50 bills.
I'm going to fucking burn them one by one on my OnlyFans, which doesn't exist, but it'll just be me naked except for a Valentine's Day-decorated thong, and I'm going to be setting fire to $50 bills one at a time and laughing at them is they turn to ashes and sugar smoke one by one. While he sits in some lockup knowing that I'm just burning his money.
Just to make him cry. No other reason. He didn't care about anything at all except money and stealing women so he could abuse them and thereby chase and gain more clout to get more cock to suck. Well I'll show him. I'll suck zero cock, I'll rescue no women, and I'll just burn his fucking money with actual fucking fire until it's a fucking pile of ashes and then I'll roll around in it and fucking make myself into a blackface folk hero. Once again: only on my OnlyFans.
I don't think most of you realize how irritated I am, but maybe you're getting closer. Tick-tock, motherfucker. *click*
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me naked except for a Valentine's Day-decorated thong
That's super gay, bro.
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Rich.
Dickstar: you're {next|the same}. Further: I already read it and you're posting it here, at this time, because THAT IS THE PLAYBOOK. That's what you do. You imply that something somebody else wrote is something that you wrote, and or, it's something that needs to be something somebody was embarrassed of, because you're already planning to put things in motion to file civil action, and you think that you're in charge of something and you're fishing for duper's delight because you're addicted to the dope of hate you get when you fucking one-up somebody.
Because since I only posted that in the first place, and as well created it, so that somebody would do exactly that, you're actually playing a script that I wrote for you several years ago, and you really are this jammed up. Welcome to the Tunnel of Twit-Twat Trust.
You are this stung. LOCKED IN. NO WAY OUT.
(Bigger than you can imagine. BIBLICAL. Also: telemetry will indicate who is training into my phone at this exact moment... since, BY LAW, my comms can't be surveilled without my being made aware.
You don't have to ask. You also don't have to tap in at all. And yet: you have, jeffd. (Not jafd, that's my creation, that these salty Jesterfycks stole several years ago — I also created the name as bait. Four unpronounceable letters that sounds like Jeff D. If it was any more obvious it would sound like Jeff K. Awful, something terribly awful.) Okay I'm going to stop doing the Feds job for them now.
I'm going to sit here in my vandalized residence with no water and no cigarettes and no way to get high and pretend that I'm worried about getting high, because I don't have a Bic lighter anymore. Some guy took both of them, and I do have some matches somewhere but I don't really care about smoking weed, because it's really a sin to be burning the sacred herb in the first place.
I just want anybody watching to know that I have the option of looking around for ways to get high and don't have to get all sad when I can't. That's because I'm not an addict, and all of you are and are in deep, heavy denial.
While I am not a licensed or properly trained substance abuse counselor, I have been paying attention to the situation at large since 1977, so whether or not I'm accurate, I am at least dedicated, and I can't wait to move into your house, sleep in your bed, and eat some of the edibles that I translate to another dimension like in in altered States with John hurt and then start spastically pissing all over the bedroom while having a grand mal seizure.
After that, I'm going to do the same thing in your maid's room. Unless she stays on, and is hot. In that case, we'll see how she feels about psychodrama reenactment on YouTube, courtesy of the Magick In Broadcasting Content DElivery Network.
Speaking of which: good news! I'm now accepting applications for interns. Tell me a little bit about yourself. I won't just ask you for an application and then deny you without even reading it. Aww hell no.
I'm going to tell your kids that you're not hired, and that you're a bum who's never going to have money ever again and is going to die in prison, without being at all subtle about it. It kind of depends on how old those children that you stole and are pretending are yours are actually are. Or if they actually love you. Or if you even have children. Or if I fucking feel like doing something else, you misanthropic bī-b¡†ÇhvvīT'h∞r.
Stay tuned, Fuck⁰. This is your Life. This is your shy T show. This is your UNFATHOMABLY BARREN END-OF-CAREER HIGHLIGHT REVIEW. I know you've done amazing things.
No one will know you for anything except for really pissing me off — and no one including you are ever going to know when, how, or why I'm going to be pissed for a good long time. No matter how much of your money I burn. That's what makes this self-defense and not a hatecrime perpetrated by a lone wolf, you fucking retard douche.
Hold my weight, and watch your lawyers' firm blank you at your synagogue. (Totes-total total war. Citizens demand JUSTICE. ĪĪ: You literally had an electric bug in my fucking bathroom, you can fucking teleport a fucking nanotech created drone into my fucking bathroom and you think I'd give a shit about your fucking surveillance rules, you show me your fucking power and you think you have me on the hook and I could give a fuck how many fucking people here every fucking word they've ever said, that's why I fucking said it, I want people to fucking hear it. Please, by all means: can I have my subpoenas in calligraphy? On thick vellum parchment stock? Have them rolled up into scrolls and delivered in tubes, I think that shit is classy. Thanks in advance. TOTESTOTAL TOTAL WAR, MOTHAFUCKA! *click*) That's probably too many clicks, right? Well, there's evidence that I'm in a fugue state and can't be held responsible. Temporary insanity plea, fuck you man.
PERMANENT DERANGEMENT AND LIFETIME DISABILITY BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT OPERATIONS. YOU'RE GOING TO BE PAYING MY FUCKING BILLS FOR THE REST OF MY GODDAM LIFE YOU SHITSPLAT DYBUKK HUMPER! You want to know why you can't get the good stuff anymore and why it doesn't help you do what you want to do anymore? I'll tell you why.
You disappointed the Creator, and your two-faced trickster god has no idea how gifts of The Divine actually work. That's what the crystal is. A GIFT FROM GOD. And considering what you used it for, I'm surprised you ever got it at all.
Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be sober, just to piss you off. And while I don't need to hack into your medical records to find out what your secret desires are, you're not going to be able to do Jack or shit. Besides, eat your fucking prison food with a fucking plastic spork, so just get ready for that. Christ knows all the rest of us are.
It's not a total waste, since by dragging ass and being a douchebag for years, you've managed to allow several very guilty military service members to retire with dignity and honor without having to be embarrassed by everybody knowing what they did, I'm sure some people do, but for the most part it's not really going to be a who's who of big with the names. When they go up to the Capitol Hill to report to the ombudsman, it's just going to be you and a bunch of your low-level flunkies being assholes. Since I don't really want to destabilize my country just to make sure that everybody knows that you're a complete faglord dick.
I'm sure most people who meet you figure that out right away, but I won't it be happy until I see that shit on a CNN ticker with Tucker Carlson looking sad and forlorn and wondering how it all went wrong so badly. I don't think anybody's going to want to accept the truth.
Her name was Jewel. I don't give a shit if she was immortal, I don't give a shit if she was in disguise, I don't give a shit. She was a total bitch, she was a total bitch, she's still my cat and I didn't really need you to be involved in my fucking life to that level and deciding for me that my cat was going to die and then the fucking thing comes back as a fucking vampire over and over and then what the fuck ever is going on with this shit. I think he kind of buried the fucking headline motherfucker, I guess you got control over pimps and whores and cats and dogs and whatever the fuck else? Dude fuck your fucking Black Sun bullshit.
You had your chance to tell the truth. Your thuggy-piggy empire is dust in the wind. BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY. Welcome to the bonus round, where scores can really change.
Do me a favor, and record the 911 call when you let them know that you're terrified about the monstrosity you've created. I don't really care to do anything to you, since I have people for that but I can assure you you have fucked up really badly. I wasn't this pissed off as recently as 6 or 7 weeks ago.
As I was saving myself for somebody special. Hooray. That's you. (Spontaneous combustion is my number two choice. Make sure to wear there there is a big pile of charred metal in the middle of a huge pile of ashes and grease. Then the local rodent population can roll around in it to disguise their odor from whatever predator is going to come after you... since they'll probably be you, reborn.
I am Magyar. I know all your tricks, Budget William Campbell. The coalescing smoke. The sibilant syllables. The mastery of illusory disguise. The kinship with The Knows For A Two (who are pretty damn nice compared to your sketchy rapelord persona), and you're complete lack of awareness of Venture intrigue and political will unfolding all around you.
CAUGHT. With absolutely NO WHERE TO GO. Cozlik: people knew. They simply didn't know what to do about it.
Neither did I. (This exonerates me from charges involving premeditation.) You are right proper fucked, Vlad Junior. And no one knows a goddam thing about anything that I did, since I barely lifted a finger to cause all this to come together.
I suggest you start a book club for you and your flying monkeys to hang out together as a pretense with. No one has to know that all your books are going to be about macrame. To know that you're going to try and teach the monkees to create some magical portal out of yarn. After all, I certainly didn't spin a long skein of yarn capture anybody. You are, after all, totally free.
To do as you like. So do. Enjoy it.) I think I have made this clear enough. Without being at all insane or obsessed about it. If anyone cares to disagree, they're welcome to interview me, but if we could avoid the necessity of another involuntary commitment that would be great.
Reminder: this asshole's partner is running around with my boots. My kilt my backpack my magic division quarters a whole bunch of bath salts and weed that I use is bait and he couldn't help himself from grabbing the bait load and walking his entire group of co-conspirators into Federal prison. Seriously. That's how much you should have avoided preventing me from getting high and laid and paid.
I literally have nothing better to do than do this for free. Obviously I'm fucking fabulous at it. I should be since I've been working the angles on a remarkably complicated case since I was 7 years old. I am now 52.
My dick works fine and I feel like I'm 19. I might as well be. My tolerance to psychostimulants is effectively nil and I don't really know what laws I would want to break, but I certainly don't want to become a criminal. And I certainly would like to get high as balls and fuck. Maybe right now, probably not though. I feel kind of sweaty.
Something to look forward to. But unlike all of the rest of you, I don't have to break the law to fucking do it. I don't have to premeditate and scheme with cohorts to conspire to damage the public. I can just fucking do it with permission. Now that is certainly power.
And 4 years after the fucking ambush and I still haven't done it once. I'm particular about my partners. I don't think any of you know what that's like. THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING DRUG AND SEX ADDICTS AND I'M NOT.
FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT.
BEND THE KNEE.
SURRENDER TO GOD.
GOD WINS.
5:5
№T_Q..7∞⁷••⁵⁵ī∆®baby OUToutOUT
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That's super gay, bro.
Thus, the purpose behind the existence of The Anomaly is revealed. Now pay me some fucking money and get the fuck out of my face. Or whatever the fuck. Doesn't matter what I say. You're going to do what you do.
Because you earned it. ayyyylmao
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You're fucking exhausting, dude.
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And please stop sending me nudes.
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You're fucking exhausting, dude.
You're actually liable, convict.
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And please stop sending me nudes.
I haven't. Stop watching me piss myself.
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Panel #1: This statement is categorically false and factually untrue.
Panel #2: My house is not “bugged.” His name is Benjamin Bugs Zee Neé>§HAV>K🆑∆N §z∞🅿️<3®™ and he is literally THE NICEST MAN I HAVE EVER MET. (Facts.) He does what he must, because he can.
Panel #3. I am a devotee of a pacifist philosophy for the last 32 years. I am n∞ne’s enemy. I am A Fren to ∆_l_l_!
Panel #4: Döppelgångzu phenomenæ are in fact rare and unusual. There is no practical way to turn “everyone” into such a thingμ
Azzeræ, your caricature of me is completely inaccurate and to represent that there is any connection to my actual personage and your stick figure–·¡sh pushing of this repugnant narrative is loathsome and vile. I love it!
What's actually happening here is, I believe, super-D00🅿️r₹🔝Çēē>KRīT. (Standards.) They don't tell me anything; they don't explain anything; they don't behave in any sensible fashion; they don't include me in their business; I DON'T BELONG IN THEIR BUSINESS; THEIR BUSINESS IS SHIT; YOU ARE SHIT; QUIT THE DISCOUNT DOODLING, DIPSHIT AND —
I don't really want to know. It may be that if I nosed around, I would “figure this shit out” and/or “make it make sense” but there is not one chance in gods forsaken Hell that I'm going to do either. NOT ONE CHANCE. Secrets are just that: secrets. “Secret” and “occult” are distinct levels of Being; I am not a Master of Secrets. (If I were, such an outright denial would be antithetical to Who I Really Am: too lazy to deliberately use false facts in order to deceive.) I do not wish to be anything other than that which I AM.
Right now I am fucking hungry. I have had 100s of thousands of dollars stolen from me. STOLEN, ASSHOLE. What would you think is prudent to do at this juncture, huh? File a complaint? Exercise a right of personal privilege? Dial 911? dDüdë: >FUKkevve.
This whole shitshow is already under investigation from nine different directions. (Don't ask me to count. You wouldn't like what the numbers add up to.) I didn't ask for this. I didn't call for this. (I just called for judgement on judgement. Looks good on yew though.) I wanted a simple life in the woods.
Instead I am The Caretaker for a gang of spookmongers on the lamb from The Shop. (Very real.) They're all generally very nice people; especially to me. Insofar as they can keep their shit together. These days that seems to be a matter of degree.
All of them are greedy bastitches and none of them are planning to kick down. There's a huge pile of dirty laundry at my southern egress. ACTUAL DIRTY LAUNDRY. What the actual fuck? There's no laundry facility here beyond a cast-iron bathtub fed by a beaver-built dam and heated by troglodyte-hewn campfire wood reserves. It's not capable of processing mega-heaps of soiled linens.
Nevertheless: this Shop-affiliated facility was once capable of this. That it is no longer is no slight upon most of ye. There's just so many other things I want to do with my life than walk my ass into Federal prison. Also, you're all a bunch of big meanies. Even the blue. (When virtue signalling goes awry.) I don't expect anything else. I don't expect anything at all.
The destruction of Project Looking Glass was inevitable.
My death by starvation and thirst is not. Won't you please do what can be done ($paladinjackstar) to keep me alive and smoking? (Whatever.) If I'm going to buy bread, I'm going to buy cigarettes. That's just good common sense.
Some of you might not see the need to keep lil’ Michael Clifford Kuczi on the “Hi, I'm #O№`Gr₹`∆vμ” train. (It's my actual goddam job, ©⟩K? O>K? PEOPLE>KNOW.) The solution there is to only give me monies, through the modern miracle of Cashapp™ and/or PayPal™, that amount to less than a deck of Natural American Spirit cigarettes do.
These days, that's about $20. PER PACK. (Standards.) Why so expensive?
Well, why are you asking, Internet Scum? Just send me some goddam money, whitebōīZ. You actually stole it from me in the first place.
Ⓜ️E+Ⓜ️μ🅿️œpLμ. (Fats.) Meanwhile I have more content to publish and I'll get around to it when I feel like I am no longer STARVING TO DEATH.
Gosh! Adieu.
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You're fucking exhausting, dude.
Your resources are my resources. My resources are not your resources. RECONCILE.
It's really not as complicated as it looks to you; you simply have to do what you don't want to do. STOP! STEALING! MY!! MONEY!!!
Buy your cüm hand. ($paladinjackstar) YOU DID THIS FOR YEARS. What's different now? (_l_o_l_.) Fortunately, I have no reason to peer behind the curtain to verify the sausage being made. I've seen that before.
I will see it again. (Unless I die without SNAP benefits.) I have some cannabis. I am okay for now.
I am now here. The double-wide triple-compound to my west is off-limits to me; and the individuals down at the highway in Lower House scare away all incoming traffic. A sinkhole has opened to the east; the causeway embankment is half-demolished. With one decision by Base Commander, the road can be completely cut off from civilian access. (I am a non-combatant civilian and 4th Amendment protections apply.) None of this is my doing.
This was all built before I got here and was duck-walked into it. (Thanks!) What would you have me do, Azzeræ? Should I block all your phone calls and let you give everything away to a gang of swindling Irish? YOU ALREADY HAVE.
I have been cut off from income for three (3) months. I *have* money. It is frozen. (Thanks!) Am I supposed to walk to the truck stop, seven miles to the north, to suck dick, or, should I start doing that here?
I await the ecstatic joy of your reply, which I shall receive dire•wrecked•Lrπ¡ghμ. Bon soir.
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Thus, the purpose behind the existence of The Anomaly is revealed.
The purpose wasn't to get high AF and fornicate, but that hasn't stopped people from restating their base assumptions upon arrival from whatever fucked-off Hell that these batshit lunatic Sperglords come from.
I can't openly speculate (since I actually know) but I can say that it looks like no one is having the kind of fun that they thought they were going to have. Now I don't know what kind of “fun” someone had by taking room key the night before, and then exhorting me to drive from 16266 to the ESA in Bothell, but I ended up locked outside the building, in the rain, without a key, while someone or someone(s) engaged in unknown Gabcast-relared activities inside, and I was forced to smoke weed with teenagers under the trees next to the fence.
It really wasn't very out of sight; but as the entire scenario was scripted I knew it didn't matter. I had already come to understand that there were things happening that I didn't get to know. For example: she gets half her hair chopped off and can't answer questions about it. Sure, that happens all the time! Totally normal!
Except, it wasn't. Thankfully I was prepared then and still am for all of this to make zero sense. Because, that's what happens in situations like these.
Meanwhile; Maduro and his spouse have been captured by... Que? (IDGAF.) That seems unusual. I wish I knew what the connection was. Oh, wait. I don't wish that. I already -know- that.
Instead, I wish that bag of coca was a sausage on the end of your collective nose, Bellgab. You people disgust me truly. Self-absorbed narcissistic douchebags, basically all of you. Now, am I done here yet? No? Oh, by all means, let everyone come and go while I just sit here. Pfft.
Since I know how all this came to be, I'm going to continue to allow it. I have nothing better to do and a short time to do it; so let it rip. Now about this dirty laundry...
It's a secret, huh? Okay fine. I am reminded of the time when my clothes were abandoned at the Mt. St. Helen’s Motel, two months after the water to my house was shut off. The clothes were covered with mold.
No running water and a house filled with mold. That was years ago. And today I saw the same officer, one of the trio that came to brace me after the gal with the dogs, and the little donuts left behind after breaking into the room, and it's all so extra-tedious and full of shit, you know?
Obviously you're never going to have a trial. I would love to testify. Instead: everything seems in order here.
And please stop sending me nudes.
lol. Someone else did. You and your peer group send images back and forth all the time. This is something that doesn't strike my fancy. I don't obsess over pornography. I haven't become obsessed over dark web streaming of unlawful surveillance. I gather that many of you have?
Shocking. Obsession with voyeurism is so hackneyed... or is it? I really have no way of knowing what you perv-twerps spend your time on. Anything but minding your own business I expect.
What can I tell you? BIBLICAL. I don't know what chapter and verse this is, but that's okay.
I haven't ever read any Bible; I figured that would be cheating. I don't want to know what comes next.
Why does Maduro look exactly like Saddam Hussein? Think about it. Adieu.
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You're fucking exhausting, dude.
That's basically the entire point. REPENT, SINNER!
Just because I like to get blasted is no reason to think that I'm not effective at my job. Which I don't have, according to some, but they're fucking exhausted so what do they know?
Azzeræ, eventually you're going to realize that I really don't like being lied to. Hang on.
/me copes.
Namastμ